This is an unauthorized continuation of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.

   The garage door rumbled open.

   “I’ve got to go. I’m supposed be sick. Mom’s home and I don’t want her to hear about Saturday.” Hell, I am sick just not that kind of sick

   She hung up before Nikkei could formulate a reply and ran back to her bed. Melissa looked into the room.

   “Mom wants to know if you’re feeling any better.”

   “Maybe just a little, but I want to stay in bed.”

   “OK, she’s making chicken soup. You know she’s gonna bring you some. What made you sick? Too much beer?”

   “What makes you think I had any beer?”

   “Please, even my friends hear about those beach parties. They’re really just keggers. For the guys, the whole idea is to get drunk and score. I bet you’re gagging to get back together with Josh again. He can do things for you that pantyhose-boy can’t even dream of.”

   “Don’t mention his name.”

   “I didn’t say his real name, I called him pantyhose-boy.”

   “And don’t call Jamie that name either. Don’t say Josh’s name to me ever again. Go to your room or go down to the basement, just leave me alone.” She got out of bed and slammed the door in Melissa’s face. Then she threw herself on her bed and cried again.

   Trouble in paradise, Melissa thought. I wonder what Josh did that wound her up? Must have made eyes at some other girl. They gotta get back together so pantyhose-boy gets squeezed out. Melissa smiled to herself as she went down to report that Megan was feeling a little better. Still, I gotta wonder about how she got sand in her hair, she thought.

   “Mom, can I use the phone in your room to call Megan after dinner?”

   “That may not be a good idea. If she’s really sick, she should stay in bed.”

   “I’m worried about her. I need to know if she’s gonna be alright.”

   “Mom’s right,” Julie said. “I heard her mother describing her symptoms. It sounds like the flu. That can be serious. She should stay in bed and drink lots of fluids.”

   Jamie was bummed. So when Mom and Julie settled in to watch some chick-flick on TV, he announced he was going to check his email. Julie looked at her mother.

   “Alright,” their mom said.

   When Jamie had cleared the room, Julie asked, “Did you?”

   “Done and gone.”

   Jamie ran though his email and found pretty much nothing except an email from Mike about a new RPG he wanted to buy. Jamie went to the website that advertised it. He spent some time watching videos of guys playing and they made it look really cool. He hoped that Mike would buy it. He knew that his mom would never buy it for him and that she’d probably object to him spending his money on it. He’d been working at the Fabric Barn for nearly four weeks. He wasn’t rich, but he had money. Of course, Mom had insisted that he put half in savings. His first check was so small that after he put half in savings he barely had enough to take Megan on a date. But since then, things had gotten better. And with the sidewalk sale coming up where he’d work all day for a week, his next check should be a whopper.

   He went and peeked into the family room and found them engrossed in the movie. He snuck into his mother’s room, a big no-no and called Megan.

   “Come on Megan,” her mother said, “you haven’t eaten all day. You must be hungry. If you don’t want to put something solid in your stomach, at least drink the broth. It’ll make you feel better.”

   Nothing could make me feel better except maybe dying, Megan thought. But to placate her mother she tipped the bowl up and sipped; on the third or fourth sip her stomach began to settle. She actually did feel a little hungry. Her mother could sense it.

   “Feeling better?” Megan nodded and tentatively tried a noodle. “You probably got a dose of food poisoning from something you ate at that beach party. Something sat out in the sun too long. Salmonella is nasty, but the good news is you usually get rid of it by vomiting and sometimes it’s just twenty-four hours until you pass it and feel better.”

   Just then, the phone rang.

   “Melissa, would you see who that is? I’m busy with Megan.

   Melissa went to the library to answer the phone.

   “Hello?”

   “Hi, is Megan able to come to the phone?”

   “I’ll see,”

   She laid the phone on the desk and went to Megan’s door..

   “It’s a boy for Megan.”

   Oh God it’s Josh, Megan thought. “Tell him I don’t want to him. I don’t want to talk to anyone,”

   Perfect, Melissa thought as she went back to the phone. She was sure that it was Jamie and Megan didn’t know that. Too bad, thought Melissa, I’m delivering the message just as she said it.

   “Hello, is this sissy-hose-boy?”

   “It’s Jamie,” he answered curtly.

   “That’s what I said. She said, and I quote, ‘I don’t want to talk to him.’ Goodbye.”

   She grinned smugly. That ought to finish things off. That’ll leave the way open for Josh. Wonder why he hasn’t called. He was on the list to get the email that said she was waiting impatiently for her next encounter with him.

   “Was that Jamie slamming his door?”

   “I think so,” Julie confirmed. “It sounded like he ran from you room to his and slammed the door.”

   “He must have sneaked in and called Megan. You don’t suppose she took a turn for the worse.”

   Julie stood. “I’m not sure but somehow, I don’t think so.”

   “I should go talk to him?”

   “Let me Mom. There’s something I didn’t tell you about Megan and the beach party yesterday. I saw Megan up close and personal with Josh Martins. He’ll be a sophomore at my high school next year and is considered one of the most eligible and desired guys in the school.”

   “Up close and personal?”

   “She was sitting on his lap, kissing him while his hands ran free reign all over her body.”

   “Megan!?”

   “Yes, I think she’d been drinking and her sickness is an old fashion hang over. Given that email, I’d say she’s Josh’s girl now. If Jamie called her she may have dumped him. Trust me Mom, no teenage boy wants to talk to his mom about breaking up with his girlfriend.”

   “But will he talk to you?”

   “I can try. Since he started wearing pantyhose full time we’ve become closer. Let me try first. If I bomb out you can give it a try.”

   “OK.”

   “You know, Mom, it’s probably not a good idea to punish him for sneaking into your room,” Julie said as she headed for Jamie's room.

   Melissa was bursting to tell someone that Megan had refused to talk to Jamie. She went straight to her computer and looked to see if Carla was online. The fates were with her.

   Melissa: Hey Carla, got a minute?

   Carla: Yeah, I’m just goofing around.


   Melissa: You’ll never guess what’s going on with Megan.

   Carla: What?

   Melissa: She was sick this morning and stayed home from church. I think she looked at her email and knows about that email.

   Carla: What did she say?

   Melissa: Nothing, but she’s been pissy all day. She wouldn’t eat and stayed in bed. Her eyes are all red and puffy. It’s easy to see she’s been crying a lot,

   Carla: So, what’s next in the master plan.

   Melissa: The beauty of it is what’s next fell into my lap. While my mother was trying for the fifth time to get her to eat something, the phone rang and she asked me to answer it. It was sissy-hose. He wanted to talk to Megan. He must have read the email and either wanted to tell her off or beg her to let him hang around some more. Anyway, I went and told Mom and Megan that it was a boy for Megan. I was hoping that she’d talk to him. It would have been fun to hear her try to explain the email. But she just said she didn’t want to talk to him. Of course she didn’t know what boy. It could have been Josh. I told sissy-hose that she didn’t want to talk to him and hung up. he’s such a wimp he won’t try to contact her again.

   Carla: Oh wow! So, no more sissy-hose.

   Melissa: Yeah. You remember how she said she needed to get the sand out of her hair when she got home yesterday?

   Carla: Yeah.

   Melissa: I’ve been thinking. How could she get sand in her hair?

   Carla; I don’t know. I’ve never got sand in my hair when I went to the beach.

   Melissa: That’s because you don’t have boyfriend who would want you to lay on your back for him.

   Carla: Lay on my back???

   Melissa: Think, why would a boy want a girl to lay on her back?

   Carla took a few minutes to answer.

   Carla: You mean that she… he… they did it? The big it?

   Julie knocked and called through the door, “Jamie; can I come in?”

   “I don’t want to talk to anyone.”

   “Jamie, please let me in. Mom knows that something’s wrong. It’s Megan, isn’t it? I convinced Mom to let me talk to you. If you don’t talk to me, she’ll be up here and you know she won’t leave you alone until you talk to her.

   “Think about it. I’ve trusted you with secrets so you know that I’ll keep yours. You got to talk to one of us. I’m your best bet that it will all be on your terms.”

   She cracked the door open and asked, “Jamie, can I please come in.”

   “Come in, but don’t expect me to say anything.”

   Julie closed the door gently behind her.

   “It’s Megan, isn’t it?”

   Jamie was laying on his bed. He rolled over to put his back to Julie and didn’t say anything.

   “Listen, Jamie, when a guy has girl trouble he has to talk to someone. I don’t blame you for not wanting to talk to Mom, but who are you going to talk too? Mike? Is it really something you want to talk to Mike about?”

   Jamie lay motionless. If it wasn’t for his labored breathing, Julie may have thought he was asleep. As it was she suspected that he was crying. She sat on the edge of his bed and rubbed his shoulder softly.

   Jamie sucked in a breath. “She said she didn’t want to talk to me.”

   Guilt pangs pierced her soul.

   “That may be my fault.”

   Jamie turned quickly to her. His eyes were red and puffy. Clearly he’d been was crying; there were tearstains on his cheeks.

   “How could it be your fault? What’d you do?”

   “There are things I know about Megan I didn’t tell you.”

   “Like what? You don’t really know her or didn’t until she paid attention to me.”

   “That’s true. I hardly noticed her and would have been hard pressed to tell anyone her name until she started hanging out with you. But I saw her in the mall after you met Megan for that movie; when there were three other girls there.”

   Jamie remembered, and while he’d put it out of his mind the disappointment still was strong.

   “She was in the food court with that friend of hers, Kim. They were there with Josh Martins and his friend Kyle. Do you know who they are?”

   “Yeah, they’re on the high school football team. Josh lettered in varsity last year as a freshman. When I went to the movie with all those girls, we ran into them after and the girls went off with them and I called mom to come get me.”

   “Well, when I saw Megan and Kim in the food court, Megan was sitting on Josh’s lap and holding his hand while he had it on her thigh; very nearly under the hem of her skirt.”

   Jamie blinked and there was a catch in his breathing.

   “Then yesterday, when Aaron and I were at the beach, we walked by the group Megan was with. She was on his lap again. This time she had her arms around his neck and kissed him several times Real passionate, tongue involved kisses and Josh’s hands were roaming her body -- intimately roaming; she clearly liked what he was doing.”

   Jamie sobbed, “What makes it your fault that she doesn’t want to talk to me?”

   “Well, a little later, Aaron and I were sitting on a log in front of a little rise in the sand getting ready to watch the sunset when we heard Megan shout, ‘Josh! I said, “no”. Take me home now!’ She sounded desperate so we went to see what was happening. They were on the other side of that little hill. Megan was topless and Josh was trying to take her bikini bottoms off as well. Aaron intervened and got Josh to let her go. He had to fight him; anyway, we took her home after we sobered her up. Samantha helped. Megan left her bag with all her stuff and was wearing only her bikini. She left home with a tank top and jeans shorts over, Samantha loaned her some.

   “While we were talking with her she admitted that she’d been leading Josh on. She didn’t want her parents to know what happened. Jamie, I’m sorry but you don’t deserve to have a girlfriend that cheats on you. I told her that if she didn’t break it off with you I’d confess to her parents how I helped her conceal the fact she got drunk and nearly gave it up to Josh. … So it’s my guess that’s why she said she didn’t want to talk to you.”

   Jamie turned face down into his pillow and cried some more. Julie put her hand on his shoulder again. He turned to look at her and he looked so pitiful that Julie scooped him up in her arms and held him close; tears streaming from her eyes.

   “I’m sorry Jamie, I didn’t want to tell you all that, but you needed to know. She sent an email to her friends that in essence said she was Josh’s girlfriend now. She said you were a mercy project. So you were bound to be hurt by her sometime soon.”

   “She cheated on me. She was always cheating on me. I was never really her boyfriend was I?”

   “I guess not. She had us all fooled. She seemed like the perfect girl for you.”

   “Does Mom know all this?”

   “She doesn’t know about Aaron fighting with Josh and what happened to cause that. She just thinks that I needed a ride home with Aaron because the rest of my group wanted to stay. But she does know about Megan cheating on you.”

   Jamie burrowed into her embrace. “Don’t tell mom I was crying, OK?”

   “OK, I’ll just tell her that Megan wouldn’t talk to you and that I had to explain why.”

   She kissed him on top of his head. Funny, before all this I wouldn’t have even hugged Jamie and now I’m all over it. It’s like he really is my sister and not my brother, she thought