(aka Bike, est. 2007) Part 2190 by Angharad Copyright © 2013 Angharad
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“Have you ever tried a bit of the other?” asked Siá¢n as we sat talking in my study.
“Other what?” I asked perplexed by her question.
“Oh, Cathy, you are so naíve at times.”
At times? All the time you mean. “Am I?” pronounced as, I am.
“Yes, I mean have you never got it on, girl on girl?”
“No, why should I have?”
“You may be missing something.”
“I’ll live.”
“Aren’t you even curious?”
“About what?”
“Girl on girl.”
“Sounds like a kinky hairdressers.”
“Be serious, this moment could change your mind,” she continued.
“What about letting you stay?”
“You are touchy aren’t you?”
“Not at all, I’m just not interested and please don’t go on about not knowing unless I tried it, because I can tell you I’m not interested full stop.”
“Methinks the lady doth protest too much.”
“I don’t really care what you think, Siá¢n, I’m telling you what I feel, and that is far from happy.”
“You want me to go?”
“That’s up to you, I’m asking you not to proposition me or any of my girls.”
“I’m a lesbian not a paedophile.”
“I believe the latter come in all shapes and sizes.”
“If I thought for one minute that you were implying...”
“I’m not implying anything. You’ve had your fun with a quick wind up and predictable as I am, you knew I’d bite. It’s no longer funny but just to give you a taste of your own medicine–well, now you know.”
“Jeez, that was a high risk strategy.”
“You started it.”
“And you nearly finished our friendship.”
“No, you were the one upping the ante, I just played the only cards I had, four aces and a king.”
“You’d be a mean poker player.”
“No I wouldn’t because I wouldn’t be able to bluff anyone.”
“With four aces, would you need to?”
“Ah, but do I have four aces?”
“Cathy, I’m out of my depth here, can we go back to the shallows?”
“Certainly, want to swim or paddle?”
“I think I want to get back to terra firma, you are too scary out of my comfort zone.”
I was going to say don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, but I resisted the urge and moved the conversation onto much more mundane things. Finally, I was saved by the gong and David called us into dinner.
He’d made us a stroganoff of beef which was so rich I could only eat a fraction of it–have I mentioned I can’t eat rich foods without it requiring a visit to the vomitarium? If I haven’t it’s self explanatory.
I went and found Lizzie and fed her from the breast–that’s my breast not hers–you have some disturbing thoughts. It prompted comment from Siá¢n and from Cate, to go and get her cup. I told her she’d have to wait which did not go down well.
Meems tried to distract her by inviting her to go and play with her dollies, but she wasn’t going to bite at all. She had her mind set on some fresh milk, if our human vacuum pump leaves her any. I drank another cup of tea and hoped I’d have enough over for Cate to have her taste. If Simon starts, I’m gonna kill him.
Finally, Danni strolled in. I was aware that I couldn’t be too cross because it was apparently my fault that she didn’t go to the salon. I gave her a tenner in recompense as she’d have earned twice that but Julie mentioned the junior turned up today, so they might not have needed her anyway.
She sat and ate her dinner, a plate of which David had left in the slow oven with a cover on it to stop it drying up. I let her finish before saying I’d like some words with her later. She shrugged finished her dinner and went off to her play station or Xbox, whichever it is she has.
I went up twenty minutes later and overheard her conversation to one or other of her transgender friends. “Nah, no bother an’ she gave me a tenner–for bein’ good. It was ’er fault I dipped out at the salon, she was supposed to take me–yeah, I told you th’ smornin’.”
I knocked and entered pretending I hadn’t heard anything. “Who was that, darling?”
“Cindy, why?”
“I’m just interested, that’s all.”
“Interested or nosy?”
“Interested, I try to represent your interest as best I can.”
“At the recent film premiere?”
“Not likely is it?”
“No it friggin’ well wasn’t.”
“I don’t like that tone or phrasing.”
“Tough,” she said under her breath.
“Be thankful I don’t believe in corporal punishment because your seat would have been very warm by now.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Never dare me, young lady.”
“You couldn’t anyway, you’re not strong enough.”
Five minutes and half a dozen smacks of her bum over my lap I think changed her mind on that.
“Didn’t hurt,” she blushed rubbing her bum.
“I could have hurt you, but chose not to. I’m your mother not some sort of fairground bruiser.”
“Yeah sure.” She was still blushing but also rather red faced. Was this turning her on, a wrestling match and a bum warming? I tried another tack.
“I got your hormones today.”
“Where are they?”
“Quite safe.”
“Yeah, but where?”
“In a safe place where they’re going to stay until you decide to smarten up your act and behave appropriately to your mother.”
“What?” she gasped.
“You heard, I suggest you behave and try again tomorrow, but I reserve the right to withhold them.”
“You can’t do that–can you?”
“I just did it didn’t I, so unless your question was hypothetical, it was a waste of time.”
“But they’re mine–they’ve got my name on them.”
“I think you’ll find they have the manufacturer’s name on them. The five pound note has the queen’s name on it but the ones in my purse are mine.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Life is rarely fair, so enjoy it when it is. Now I strongly suggest you don’t push your luck because to do so will lose you more things, or postpone indefinitely the issue of your hormones.”
“But Dr Stephanie said I was supposed to take them.”
“I pull rank on her–so tough.” I left without finding out what happened earlier, which or who she’d been with and what they’d done together. Now I probably will never know.
I returned downstairs where Julie and Siá¢n were clearing things up from the dinner. “I could murder a cuppa–anyone else want one?”
“No, Simon’s gone to get some wine, I’ll have some of that.”
“What’s he gone for?”
“A Chardonnay.”
“Oh the wine with the rude word in it,” I said and made a pot of tea.
“What?” asked a bemused Siá¢n, while Julie suddenly started to snigger.
“Someone’s got it.”
“If I have I’m gonna sue that surgeon,” she sniggered and I laughed as well.
Comments
Standing her parental ground.
Part of parenting is setting limits so our children understand the reality before some thing or some one else exucates them in a rude fashion.
Huggles
Michele
With those with open eyes the world reads like a book
I agree
Parenting is a learning experience for both parent and child. A friend has just returned from a holiday where the child has no boundaries - it was not a fun time. Children (and sometimes adults) need boundaries and need to be aware of the consequences of crossing them.
Well observed and written as usual, Ang.
S.
Especially Danni
Honestly Danni is going into some very uncharted territory and will really need the support of her mother and not needlessly antagonize her.
Kim
Un-asked-for offers.
I expect and get those from strangers all the time when out clubbing but nearly every time a smile and refusal serves to resolve the issues.
What I would be shocked and hurt by is if a friend 'tied it on'. I count my friends amongst those who know what I am and accept what I am. Invariably they will have learned more or less where I am in the sexual spectrum and therefore they will have the respect and courtesy NOT to make uninvited advances. Indeed, most of my friends are friends mainly because they know I won't be making advances and therefore they are not 'at risk' of being offended by me or offending me. Celibacy has a lot to recommend it.
It must come as a shock to learn that those whom one thought to be friends turn out to be predatory.
Food for thought in this chapter Ang.
Thanks.
Bevs.
xxx
The action of a true friend reaching down to help me when she saw me get stuck by my heel in a hole in the cycle path.
So strange it seems
to see children act so poorly, I am sure there were times that my dear daughters were as petulant, though my love for them does not allow me to remember it. Sian is lucky not to have been decked, asking Cathy to cheat. Why would she push for that after being cheated on ah well.
Thanks dear Angharad for sharing this daily slice of life
Goddess Bless you
Love Desiree
Bet that
Is the last time Danni dares his mother, Silly girl,Did she ever think Cathy would ever pass up up that challenge, She soon found out how wrong she was!
Kirri