Cookie

[ELaken-Palmer]

Bumping the last chapter to the top of the new page...
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Cookie

by Emerson Laken-Palmer

[ELaken-Palmer]

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20. The little papers
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___When Cookie was deemed recovered by Nurse Fleming, she was given a hall pass and sent back to math class. However the class-ending bell had rung as she made it back to the room so Cookie merely collected her books, from her desk, and went to her next class which was history.

___Mr. Boswell was a short, paunchy man in black, thick-frame glasses. Although he didn’t look that old, he only had brownish-graying hair around the circumference of his bald head. He wore a white, short-sleeve shirt and baggy, brown trousers that were held up (around his protruding belly) by thick red suspenders. Standing with his hairy arms to his sides, he looked like Tweedle-dee from ‘Alice In Wonderland’.

___He had made a seating chart for his class and handed each student a copy as they came into the room.

___Cookie’s desk was in the front row, just to the right of Mr. Boswell’s large desk.

___Looking around, she saw that Kathy Grimes sat to her left and Nancy Martin to the left beyond her. An attractive girl she knew as Kelly Greene sat to Cookie’s right and Gwen Butsell, a heavy girl with thick-thighs and glasses with Coke-bottle lenses, to the right of her. In fact, the whole front row of desks were occupied by girls.

___As everyone became settled and the bell rang to announce the start of second hour, Mr. Boswell stood before his desk and introduced himself while, the whole time, his eyes scanned from student to student around the room.

___In mid sentence he stopped and looked back to the fourth row and asked pretty, red-haired Stacy Connelly, who was wearing an above the knee length, flower-print dress, to change seat locations with Gwen Butsell, in the front row, and informed the both of them that this would be a permanent seating assignment change.

___After the girls had traded places, Mr. Boswell continued his introduction, walking slowly, back and forth, at the front of the room, as he spoke.

___“This class will be less about history and more about current events,” he told the students. “The struggle of the negro race, in the South, is the greatest struggle this country has ever faced and I am deeply committed to that struggle as each and every one of you should be...”

___As Mr. Boswell talked and paced, he kept stopping and bending to pick up little scraps of paper that were scattered in seemingly random places across the front of the classroom floor.

___“Our country was founded on the fact that ALL people were created equal,” he said, “and the blatant discrimination against the negro, in the South, runs totally counter to the principals that our nation was founded on.”

___As he stopped and bent again, to pick up a scrap of paper in front of where Kelly Greene was sitting, Cookie noticed that he was looking under her desk as if he were trying to see something there.

___Kelly didn’t seem to notice and Mr. Boswell stood upright and continued, “It is a dirty shame that officials in the South continue to look the other way as innocent negroes are beaten and tortured and lynched for simply seeking their due civil rights...”

___And now Mr. Boswell was in front of Stacy Connelly’s desk and he bent again for another scrap of paper and hardly hid the fact that he wasn’t even looking at the floor, he was looking directly under Stacy’s desk and, being that her knees were slightly parted, he spent a good deal of time bent and looking.

___Cookie even noticed Kathy Grimes reach over and nudge Nancy and point the scene out to her and both girl’s giggled quietly, to each other, as he now stood upright and continued talking.

___“I want us all to be civil rights activists... every single one of us,” he said as he came to just in front of Cookie’s desk and stopped. “Because if any one of us is oppressed and not free,” and he bent now for a scrap of paper, on the floor in front of her, “then all of us are oppressed and not free.”

___Cookie reached down to smooth her plaid skirt to the sides of her thighs and she put her knees together and placed her hand over them as she watched him looking under her desk.

___Mr. Boswell seemed to glance a look of disapproval, up at her reddened face, as he then stood and placed the little scrap of paper, he had collected, in his pocket and continued with his lecture.

___“None of you privileged, suburban, white kids here are free as long as poor, suffering, hungry black kids exist in the South,” he said, as he walked to in front of Kathy’s seat and bent for a shard of paper there.

___Cookie and Nancy both watched him as Mr. Boswell looked under Kathy’s desk toward her exposed knees and the hem of the white skirt that she was wearing with her light-pink, knit sweater. Kathy, who was loudly chewing her gum and looking back at him with a sweet, angelic smile on her freckled face, abruptly parted her legs so that each of her knees were at opposite sides of her chair and Mr. Boswell’s eyes went wide as dinner-plates and he seemed to inhale whatever the sight was before him.

___“C-c-colored people,” he stuttered now, still bent and looking under Kathy’s desk, “should be the number one priority of every one of you... as it is of me and all the other members of the N double-A CP.” And he slowly closed his eyes, as if to etch the sight, he was seeing, into his mind, and then he stood, quickly turning his back on the class, adjusting something at the front of his trousers and walking stiffly to stand behind his desk.

___Crossing her legs modestly now, Kathy turned to Nancy and the two girls smiled at each other and then quietly giggled.



___Cookie’s next hour class was reading which took place in room 8 next to the school’s library. The teacher was Mr. Grant who was an older man with unkempt white hair and wire rimmed reading glasses that he wore low on his nose. Students were to check out library books, read them and write reports on the content of each one. Cookie loved to read and checked out three books and was half-way through her first book report before the hour ended.

___Lunch followed with Cookie, as usual, eating her chicken salad sandwich in the library before it was time for fourth hour Science class.

___The science classroom was divided with desks at the front, facing the teacher’s big desk and black-topped lab tables, at the back, with beakers and tubes and Bunson burners on them.

___Mr. Dean was a young teacher with Dick Clarkish good looks. He had short, dark hair and bright, blue eyes and a charming, clean-white-teeth smile. He wore a nice, dark suit with a yellow, plaid vest and a blue, knit tie and he had a shine on his loafer shoes.

___Cookie took a seat in the second row and again had Kathy Grimes sitting at the desk beside her and a girl named Linda Johnson to her left.

___“Welcome to forth hour Science,” Mr. Dean smiled and said as the bell rang. “We’re going to do some interesting things and have some fun together this year. You all seem like a bright and cheerful group of students and I like that. Bright and cheerful people are the most fun to work with and I think I’m going to enjoy working with all of you.”

___Cookie right away liked his attitude, appearance and demeanor. He seemed, to her, like a vast improvement over Mr. Fay, Mr. Boswell and old Mr. Grant. She really felt as if she would enjoy this class.

___Mr. Dean gave the students an overview of what they would be studying this year and then asked them to open their textbooks and look at chapter thirteen and take notes on the table of elements.

___Looking down at the chapter ‘Periodic Table Of The Elements’, Cookie felt a nudge from Kathy beside her.

___“What?” she whispered, not looking from the page.

___“Got a pen I can use, Mullins?”

___Cookie reached down into her book bag and handed Kathy an old, clear-plastic Bic pen.

___It was quiet as Cookie read, for a time, and then Kathy said, in a low whisper, “I noticed that you didn’t let Mr. Boswell have a look up your skirt this morning.”

___Cookie didn’t comment.

___“He thinks nobody's on to him but all the girls know about his little scraps of paper - the perv,” Kathy continued in a hushed voice. “Plus he puts us all in the front where he can see. My sister had him two years ago and she told me that all you have to do is give him a little show, when he sits at his desk, and you’ll pass his class easy. You think I’m some kind of skank, because I let him see up there, don’t you?”

___Cookie remained silent.

___“You don’t have to say anything. I know you do, you bitch,” Kathy whispered now. “You’re not no angel, Mullins. You know what I’m talking about. I’ve heard things about you letting guys.”

___Cookie simply had nothing to say to her and didn’t want to attract any negative attention, from Mr. Dean, by talking while she was supposed to be reading and taking notes. She really wished that Kathy hadn’t chosen a seat beside her.

___“I thought it would be funny to give that nigger-lover a cheap thrill,” Kathy went on regardless. “I think I might have made him cream his pants.”

___“Please,” Cookie whispered back to her now, “I just want to read this.”

___“Oh. Yeah. Me too,” Kathy said, and she looked down at her book, reading as she idly gnawed on and sucked at the end of the pen that she now held between the fingers of her open hand.

___Cookie was distracted by the sucking sounds, coming from beside her, as she tried to read her own book and take notes. Kathy Grimes could be so irritating.

___Looking up at Mr. Dean, to see if the noise was bothering him, she saw that he was just viewing the room from the seat behind his desk. He seemed content that his students, for the most part, were reading their books quietly, as he had requested, and he didn’t seem to be paying any attention to Kathy at all.

___That’s when Kathy suddenly gasped loudly and emitted a pitiful chocking sound, beside her, and Cookie looked over to see her getting up quickly from her seat with her eyes wide and her hands wagging in panic out to her sides. Ink was flowing out of her open, dark-blue mouth and dripping down her freckled chin and onto the bodice of her pretty, pink sweater.

___Kathy put one of her hands over her mouth and, eyes still wide in distress, ran quickly across the room and out the open door as the whole class gasped and chuckled and watched her go.

___Mr. Dean just watched her too and then, after she had gone, he smiled at his roomful of eighth-graders and said, “She should have known that, if she kept sucking on that thing, it would cum for her sooner or later.”

___The class totally broke up now and laughed long and loudly at Mr. Dean’s dry observation.

___Cookie didn’t join in the laughter. She really didn’t understand the joke and she felt strangely sorry for Kathy, knowing (as she did) that it’s impossible to get dark-blue ink out of a pink knit sweater.

[snowleopard3200]

___That’s when Kathy suddenly gasped loudly and emitted a pitiful chocking sound, beside her, and Cookie looked over to see her getting up quickly from her seat with her eyes wide and her hands wagging in panic out to her sides. Ink was flowing out of her open, dark-blue mouth and dripping down her freckled chin and onto the bodice of her pretty, pink sweater.

___Kathy put one of her hands over her mouth and, eyes still wide in distress, ran quickly across the room and out the open door as the whole class gasped and chuckled and watched her go.

___Mr. Dean just watched her too and then, after she had gone, he smiled at his roomful of eighth-graders and said, “She should have known that, if she kept sucking on that thing, it would cum for her sooner or later.”

___The class totally broke up now and laughed long and loudly at Mr. Dean’s dry observation.


ELP - THAT was a brilliant touch of humor and the most ideal way to handle Kathy; I feel sorry for Cookie as I imagine Kathy will somehow hold her responsible, yet this teacher Mr Dean seems to have a wonderful, and practical sense of humor...hidden though it may be.

Given with what we seen in the math class with Cookie declaring the one problem was written wrong, I think she has a future in the sciences; as long as Kathy can be held at bay.

Hopefully between Mr Dean and the Nurse others will see the good in Cookie and shield her some from Kathy and the others.

Well done ELP, this one had a twist to it I had not expected.

The ink from the pen was a nice touch; thus showing that indeed the Pen is mightier than the Sword.

One thing I have to wonder about Kathy, based on her latest statements to Cookie; the girl is acting more and more like a hussy, and that someone is apperantly spreading rumors about Cookie...I sense a storm is brewing for Cookie, and soon, probably from her uncle and Kathy.

[ELaken-Palmer]

Originally Posted by snowleopard3200

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Well done ELP, this one had a twist to it I had not expected.

The ink from the pen was a nice touch; thus showing that indeed the Pen is mightier than the Sword.

One thing I have to wonder about Kathy, based on her latest statements to Cookie; the girl is acting more and more like a hussy, and that someone is apperantly spreading rumors about Cookie...I sense a storm is brewing for Cookie, and soon, probably from her uncle and Kathy.

Thanks, snowleopard. Mr. Dean was real. He was my 8th grade science teacher and the incident, I described, happened exactly as I told it... including his reply. Mr. Boswell was also for real and so was his 'little scraps of paper' trick.

[vaughanie74]

This is one of the best written stories i have seen on here even through the sickening and horrific subject matter i find myself wondering what will
happen next to Cookie and how long it will be before the father gets what is so obviously coming to him.

The nurse is a welcome change to what is sometimes very depressing and difficult to read. I would like to see Cookie with enough courage and determination to eventually be able to leave her life as it is behind.
Underneath everything she is a very strong girl not just physical but mental too. I would love to see her beat the crap out of her cousin and take all of her clothes back.

Who is the mysterious benefactor ??

Cookie definitely needs a caring mother figure but it could be difficult to write in unless the school nurse falls for the father, he is a real catch !!!

Cannot wait to see what develops next.

[Fish Monster]

I wonder with Puberty, the Obvious nonsense that Mr. Boswell was pulling, as well as Kathy's comments if Cookie is going to have any Inner Sexuality growth. Maybe some Healthy curiosity or a Boy that she's into. Rather then the Torture and Turmoil I think these Pubescent years are going to bring her way.

FM

[Twistedsister]

or whether her sick demented father will rape or make her do sexual favor as she blossoms into a flower. Or some of those sickfuck teacher do as i just mentioned about the father.
Me, i would runaway from it all. Life on the street would be better then the life she has, or a homeless shelter.

Originally Posted by Fish Monster

I wonder with Puberty, the Obvious nonsense that Mr. Boswell was pulling, as well as Kathy's comments if Cookie is going to have any Inner Sexuality growth. Maybe some Healthy curiosity or a Boy that she's into. Rather then the Torture and Turmoil I think these Pubescent years are going to bring her way.

FM

[Fish Monster]

Originally Posted by Twistedsister

or whether her sick demented father will rape or make her do sexual favor as she blossoms into a flower. Or some of those sickfuck teacher do as i just mentioned about the father.
Me, i would runaway from it all. Life on the street would be better then the life she has, or a homeless shelter.

From someone who has seen the goings on in both the streets and shelters I'd have to disagree. At least where she is she has a mild concept of the next days activities. On the streets and in shelters everything changes second to second. Many people are raped and abused in both of these places and LEO don't even pay it any attention at all because the homeless are looked a in most instances as sub-human. At least where she is it seems she has a decent school nurse and some hidden benefactor. She's also learned that her brother will try and protect her to an extent an that she can win if she fights hard enough.

Just my 2c
FM

[Twistedsister]

I was tossed out of home at 15 and did live in a shelter and a squat for a while.
As per story, Corey will leave home soon and go to college. So then her protecter will be gone. Leaving her with her demented Father while she developes in a young woman, on her own. Hopefully she gets a boyfriend who will beat the scumbucket to within an inch of his life. If not, god help Cookie, maybe daddy dearest will have a stroke or heart attack, then she will be free at last free at last.

Originally Posted by Fish Monster

From someone who has seen the goings on in both the streets and shelters I'd have to disagree. At least where she is she has a mild concept of the next days activities. On the streets and in shelters everything changes second to second. Many people are raped and abused in both of these places and LEO don't even pay it any attention at all because the homeless are looked a in most instances as sub-human. At least where she is it seems she has a decent school nurse and some hidden benefactor. She's also learned that her brother will try and protect her to an extent an that she can win if she fights hard enough.

Just my 2c
FM

[Hornycountryboy]

ELP another great chapter! I liked how Mr. Boswell used the scraps of paper to try to sneak (obviously) a peak up the girls skirts. I also liked how Kathy is starting rumors, and letting Cookie know what's she is saying. I hope Mr. Dean is as down to earth as he seems to be.

Great work again Emerson!

[Twistedsister]

i agree mostly with this, but i think Kathy is just gossiping not rumor mongering as of yet.

Originally Posted by Hornycountryboy

ELP another great chapter! I liked how Mr. Boswell used the scraps of paper to try to sneak (obviously) a peak up the girls skirts. I also liked how Kathy is starting rumors, and letting Cookie know what's she is saying. I hope Mr. Dean is as down to earth as he seems to be.

Great work again Emerson!

[Hornycountryboy]

Originally Posted by Twistedsister

i agree mostly with this, but i think Kathy is just gossiping not rumor mongering as of yet.

That maybe true but I always find the one who brings it up, is the one who is making it up.

[ELaken-Palmer]

Originally Posted by Hornycountryboy

That maybe true but I always find the one who brings it up, is the one who is making it up.

Thanks, all. Turns and twists are coming. The characters lead where their personalities take them (good or bad) and the future episodes loom. You all have got me thinking with your interesting suggestions.

[hotjohn4321]

This is a rather literary piece of work for this site. Aside from the occasional error, this would be caught with more editing and proof reading, an excellent story. The only bad thing about it is I am sure it is a true story or I know of several cases that are very close. I have worked at shelters, battered women and abused children, and everything you have written are true somewhere. There seems to be no end to the evil of man.

I would like to see a good end and that is possible because you are writing a fiction, but then I remember one of your other stories that did not end nicely. So will have to see where it goes from here. The problem in real life is all too often the damage is deep and just goes on.

[snowleopard3200]

Originally Posted by Twistedsister

i agree mostly with this, but i think Kathy is just gossiping not rumor mongering as of yet.

Gossip and rumor mongering are two sides of the same coin; I have seen both do untold damage to people and their reputations.

[ELaken-Palmer]

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21. The visitor
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___Art class was going to be the same as last year, Cookie knew. She was going to work hard to create paintings and sculpt objects from clay and Miss Wilson was going to ‘accidentally’ break her pottery and spill paint on her portraits and wind up giving her low marks on everything she did.

___Home economics was a brighter part of her day. She knew all about housework and cooking. So much so that, even as a thirteen-year-old, she could probably teach the class herself.

___Mrs. Shedd seemed like a nice person. She was a slim, older woman with grey hair (done up on her head) and ‘granny’ glasses over her hazel eyes. She looked like an older version of June Cleaver from ‘Leave It To Beaver’ even if Cookie had only seen glimpses of that program while her father and brother watched it.

___Mrs. Shedd led the girls through her kitchen, as she talked to them, telling them how much they would learn about taking care of a house and a family and being good, money-saving homemakers when they grew up.
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___Once home, Cookie made sure that the house was clean and then set about baking croutons, making dessert and preparing spaghetti sauce for that evening’s dinner.

___Corey came in, just after four, dragging his football uniform which Cookie pre-treated and then put in the laundry for him so that he would look good at tomorrow’s game.

___When her father came home, he looked irritated because of something that had happened to him at work and he demanded a martini, which Cookie made for him (perfect and dry as he always required they be) right away. She had Caesar salad ready and her father preferred it when she finished the salad by cracking the coddled egg into it and squeezing the lemon into the wooden salad bowl, at the table, and then tossing the romaine and serving it on the chilled plates. She had also made him and Corey spaghettini and home-made marinara sauce with garlic toast and Torta di Mele, an Italian apple tart, for dessert.

___After serving her father the dessert and coffee, Cookie sat at her place in the kitchen and started to eat the small portion of the spaghettini that she had reserved for herself with a cup of tea.

___That’s when she heard the front doorbell chime and, knowing how much her father hated solicitations at dinner, she arouse quickly from the table and hurried to the front door to fend any errant salesman away.

___She was surprised to see that it was Miss Fleming who was standing there on the porch, still in her white nurse’s uniform from school. She was flashing her pretty, friendly smile and holding a small, white and red, plastic shopping bag, from Kresge’s, in her hand.

___“Hello, Cookie,” she said cheerfully. “Is your father at home?”

___Cookie tried to return the woman’s smile while she looked anxiously back at the dining room table to see the look of extreme dismay on her father’s face. He absolutely detested interruptions during dinner.

___“Yes,” she said tentatively, looking quickly back at Miss Fleming.

___“Who is it?” her father barked out at her now.

___Cookie turned back to him. “It’s Miss Fleming, the nurse from school.”

___“Well...? he bellowed in irritation, “what does she want? Don’t just stand there, like an idiot, let her in.”

___“I’m sorry, Miss Fleming,” Cookie said, as she opened the screen door for her and took a step back, “please come in.”

___Giving her smile to Cookie’s father, as she spotted him in the dining room, Miss Fleming stepped past Cookie and walked right over to him, at the table, saying, “I’m sorry to disturb you at dinner, Mr. Mullins.”

___“Yeah?” he questioned, looking her up and down disdainfully, “but you’re here anyway, aren’t you? So, what is it that you want?”

___Miss Fleming could see that he wasn’t happy with her intrusion but she kept her pretty smile fixed on him as she said, “It’s about your daughter Cookie.”

___“Her? What about her?”

___“I’ve seen her in my clinic a couple of times and I was concerned about the fact that she doesn’t wear a bra. Doesn’t even have one, she tells me.”

___“A bra?”

___“Yes, Mr. Mullins, a bra... short for brassiere... a foundation garment, worn by older girls and women, to cover and support the breasts.”

___“Breasts? What does this have to do with her?”

___“Haven’t you noticed? Your daughter has developed quite a bit since last year. I suspect that she’s nearly a 34 B-cup now. She should be wearing a bra for both her emotional well being and the sake of modesty.”

___“Modesty?” he repeated the word as he looked past Miss Fleming and right at Cookie who was still standing with her back to the screen door. It looked, to Cookie, like he was trying to conceal a huge amount of anger that was now building in her direction.

___“Yes, Mr. Mullins,” Nurse Fleming continued, still smiling at him as he sat at the table before her, “modesty. A standard of decency, in dress and deportment, set by society for young ladies such as your very lovely daughter over there.”

___“Look,” he said up to her now, “what do you expect me to do, drop everything and go and buy her a bra?”

___“Oh,” Miss Fleming laughed, reaching into her Kresge bag now, “no need to do that. I took the liberty of buying her one on my way over here.” And she pulled a white, cotton bra from the bag and held it up, by it’s thin straps, for him to see. “Isn’t it pretty?”

___Cookie’s father just stared at it, as it dangled from her hands, as if she were holding some sort of an exotic, venomous snake in front of him.

___“I don’t think Cookie is quite a full B-cup size, Mr. Mullins, but the way she’s growing, I’m sure she’ll soon fill it.”

___It was clear that he was becoming highly irritated by the pushy, young woman and this whole conversation and he suddenly became very belligerent toward her. “Miss Fleming,” he began loudly, “I don’t believe that this is a suitable dinner conversation or any business of yours what-so-ever.”

___The smile quickly left the young woman’s face but she kept her brown eyes directed right at Cookie’s father as she said, “Ah, but in my position as the school nurse, your daughter’s welfare is very much my business, Mr. Mullins, and I fully intend to have you fulfill your obligations, as her father, and make sure that she has what any budding young woman, her age, requires.”

___“Listen, Miss Fleming...” he said threateningly now, rising from his chair and towering over her.

___“No. You listen, Mr. Mullins,” she said quite loudly, pointing right at him with her slender, manicured finger. “When I see Cookie again, I had better see her wearing a bra or I’ll take this matter right to the officials of the school district and, if I have to, the county authorities as well.”

___Cookie’s father seemed to consider his options, for a few moments, before he suddenly flashed her his big, friendly, Irish grin and sat back down in his chair. “Sure, Nurse Fleming,” he said apologetically now. “I don’t know what I was thinking. Certainly she’ll be wearing the bra after you went to all the trouble to come over here and even buy it for her.”

___Miss Fleming’s smile returned, now that she had used her authority to win this altercation from this huge, hulking man. “I’m so pleased that you see it that way, Mr. Mullins. I’m glad that I came here and that we had this conversation.”

___“So am I,” he told her, but looking over at Cookie now. “It was very enlightening for me.”

___“Well, I won’t keep you from your delicious-looking dessert any longer,” Miss Fleming said, setting the bra on the side-table and turning for the front door. “Just keep in mind what I said.”

___“I certainly will.”

___Miss Fleming stopped in front of Cookie, who was still standing, frozen in place against the screen door, and she touched her cheek warmly as she pushed open the screen and slipped past her. “See you at school, sweetheart,” the nurse said cheerily and Cookie turned to watch her step down the sidewalk and over to her compact car, far too terrified to even chance a glance back at her father.

___The car had started and driven away, disappearing down the street, long before what Cookie had been standing there and dreading, with all of her being, finally happened.

___“Get over here,” her father commanded in loud, vengeful anger and Cookie, knowing fully well who he was addressing, turned from the open door’s warm sunshine and ran to her father who was now standing, looming as large as a volcanic mountain, beside the dining room table.

___“Yes, Poppa?” she said as she stood before him, head bent and hands folded together in front of her lower torso.

___“So you’ve been talking to the nurse, at school, about our private, personal family matters, have you?”

___Cookie was trembling in reaction to the lethal tone in his loud voice and she tried to disarm him by explaining, “No, sir. She just noticed and mentioned that I didn’t ever wear a bra and I didn’t and she asked me why and I told her that I didn’t have one and she told me that I should and she wanted to be kind and to help me and I asked her please not to...”

___“Shut up,” he barked at her, “and get your rounded little ass in the den.”

___Cookie practically ran down the short hall to the den with her father right behind her every step of the way. Once inside, he slammed the door behind him and looked at her with his eyes blazing in rage.

___“Take your shirt off,” he demanded, “and lets see what this fuss is all about.”

___Cookie quickly unbuttoned her white blouse and let it fall down her arms and drop to the floor behind her. She stood vulnerably before her father now, naked from the waist up, in just her plaid skirt. Her two, firm, supple-looking breasts, with their network of tiny blue veins visible beneath the nearly opaque covering of her pale skin and tipped by her large, brownish, protruding nipples, rose and fell with her fearful breathing, exposed to his mean and angry gaze.

___“So,” he yelled at her, “I see that you’ve defied me. You’ve been concealing some things from me, haven’t you?”

___Absolute terror had Cookie unable to audibly speak or form words right now so her lower lip and chin just quivered noticeably as she stood there looking fearfully back at him.

___“Well?”

___She knew that she had to say something but all that she could manage was repeating the word, “I.. I.. I..”

___“Not quite a b-cup size, eh?” her father yelled as he reached to his desk for the thick, lower section of a fiberglass fishing rod, he’d been working on. It was a rough-looking, thick, tapering shaft with a leather grip at the fatter end and he pointed it at her, like a short, fat sword, and ordered, “Put your arms behind your back and thrust that chest, of yours, out for me and let’s see if I can’t just beat another cup size into those things for you.”

___Cookie knew that begging or pleading would only make her inevitable punishment worse (if that were even possible) so she did as he instructed and clasped her hands tightly at the small of her back and stood erect for him and watched fearfully as he raised the hard rod to strike her. Frozen in place, Cookie held her breath, shut her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth, preparing herself to take the intensity of the pain that was about to be inflicted upon her.

___When nothing happened, she timidly opened just one eye and then, as if he’d been waiting for that, came the whooshing sound and a loud thwack and blazing agonyas the fiberglass rod struck and bit painfully into the tender flesh of both Cookie’s breasts, the metal tip, of the hard shaft, intensely stinging her right nipple on impact. Then thwack again as the rod whipped hard into her left breast alone and then another blow sharply against the side of her right one and then thwack as the shaft impacted forcefully against both of her breasts again and then another vicious, biting lash and still another even harder impact before he seemed to suddenly tire of hitting her and angrily tossed the brutal rod down to the floor.

___Cookie stood there now, panting loudly and trembling noticeably as the agony from her brutalized chest registered throughout her entire body.

___“Get your shirt on and get out of here,” he yelled at her now. “I’m sick of the site of you and you’ve got a table to clear and dishes to do.”

___Her body quivering in shock, Cookie painfully stooped to pick up her blouse and pull it on over her rubbery arms and then she shakily stepped from the den and walked down the hall to the kitchen, gingerly trying to button her top over her throbbing, burning breasts as she went.

___Her tender mamaries felt as if they were on fire and ached violently as she tried to go about her chores, her whole body shivering in reaction to what it had just endured. She attempted to block out the excruciating pain and just do what she had to do, though she found it impossible.

___She had been hurt by him before but never this much and never this violently and never to places, on her body, that were merely there to someday comfort and nourish her future, innocent little babies.

___With that thought entering her mind, Cookie began to cry and cry pitifully and hard and loudly, bending at her knees and using the crook of her open hand to shield her tearing eyes as she leaned against the countertop for support. She could not help herself. This moment was absolutely the worst that she had ever felt in all of her pitiful life.

___But something within her warned her that she had to gain control over all of this. She had to squelch down this agonizing pain and this formidable grief, once again, before her father heard her expressing such anguish and came rushing into the kitchen to hurt her some more. In his current state, he might do far worse to her.

___Cookie cringed and gasped and swallowed hard and used what was left of her depleted energies to bring herself under control so that she could finish all of her all kitchen tasks.

___When she had finally put the last of the washed and dried dishes in their places in the cupboard, Cookie went up to her room and carefully unbuttoned and removed her blouse. She could see that both of her breasts were now swollen and streaked with welted, black, blue and purple lines and that the conical areola of her tender right nipple had sustained a crescent-shaped cut which was caked with drying blood. Her breasts were far too painful to touch and she decided to just carefully remove her skirt and put on a very loose-fitting, yellow-cotton robe and lay on her back on her bed where she again cried and trembled into an eventual and thankful sleep.
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___When she awoke it was Friday morning and the sun was shining brightly through the bedroom window at her.

___Moving to get up, Cookie felt the agony at her chest and she struggled to sit at the edge of the bed and opened the front of her robe to reveal the source of her intense pain.

___She could see that both of her breasts were now swollen to the point where they were no longer separate on her chest but met together in cleavage. They had taken on a sickly, yellowish tint along with the intense black and blue coloration of the lash marks.

___Standing and moving and walking to the bathroom were all agony for Cookie and she found that she had to bend herself forward and cradle her breasts in the crook of her arm to support them and try to lessen the intense pain as she went downstairs to make breakfast for her father and her brother.

___Cooking eggs and bacon and making toast and coffee were all severe agony for her but she had the place-settings and the food on the table as her father and Corey came down from upstairs.

___“What’s the matter with you?” her father enquired as he looked at her, still in her robe and unshowered on a school day. “Why aren’t you dressed? Look at you. Your eyes are wet and red and your hair’s a wild mess.”

___“I can’t go to school today, Poppa,” Cookie told him, still cradling her breasts in her folded arm as she poured him his morning coffee.

___“Not going to school?” he bellowed. “Of course you’re going to school!”

___“I can’t, Poppa,” she said, so near to tears in front of him now. “I just can’t. It hurts me too much.”

___“Hurts you? What hurts you?”

___Cookie couldn’t believe that she even had to explain it to him but she did anyway, saying, “My breasts.”

___“What’s the matter with them? Show them to me.”

___Cookie pulled her robe open for him and watched as his face actually cringed at the sight of the swollen mounds of deeply bruised flesh before him.

___“God, Cookie,” Corey exclaimed from his side of the table, his eyes wide in shock and amazement. “What happened to you?”

___“Okay,” her father said to her, averting his eyes from what he had done. “Close your robe. You can stay home for today.”

___“Look at her,” Corey said in a voice near panic. “She should be in a hospital!”

___“Nonsense,” his father said to him, firmly. “She’ll be alright.” And then up at Cookie he said, “Just put some ice on them and take some aspirins and stay in bed today.”

___“Yes, Poppa,” she acknowledged as she pulled her robe painfully closed and then, bent forward and cradling her breasts in her arm again, went slowly back into the kitchen.

___After her father and Corey had finished their breakfast and had gone and after she had done the breakfast dishes and then washed, dried and pressed her brother’s football uniform for him, Cookie did put some ice in a plastic bag and wrapped that in a towel and lay back on her bed and held the ice to her chest, trying hard to get used to the cold on the hot, throbbing pain that just would not go away.

___Though he said nothing to her that night, her father spared her the task of making and serving dinner by calling out for pizza before he and Corey went to her brother’s football game.

___Cookie stayed in bed and kept her breasts iced all night and all day Saturday, her brother bringing her in a cardboard container of the Chinese food that he and his father had gone out for.

___By Sunday the pain had actually subsided and by Monday the swelling had gone down quite a bit as well and Cookie went back to her regular, household chores that day. She did not return to school until Wednesday but, by then, her breasts were their normal size and shape and her sickly-looking bruises had faded to just yellowish outlines. She was wearing her new bra in class that day, just like all the other girls. It would be a while before her breasts returned to their normal, healthy coloration but they eventually did and with hardly any residual tenderness or any noticeable damage.

[snowleopard3200]

ELP - I am glad the nurse, Miss Flemming is taking interest directly with Cookies welfare; yet in this story I see something else about the father I have to wonder about - is he a split pesonality?

To lash Cookie with a fishing pole, then the next day be of such a change in personality; this is not a good sign of things to come.

I can only hope the future is better for Cookie.

[ELaken-Palmer]

Originally Posted by snowleopard3200

ELP - I am glad the nurse, Miss Flemming is taking interest directly with Cookies welfare; yet in this story I see something else about the father I have to wonder about - is he a split pesonality?

To lash Cookie with a fishing pole, then the next day be of such a change in personality; this is not a good sign of things to come.

I can only hope the future is better for Cookie.

I think that her father was just a bit shocked by seeing the actual evidence of what he had done to her. He may have acted in anger when he punished her for talking about private matters at school and had not really intended to hurt her so badly. He surely didn't say he was sorry... not in so many words anyway. But could it be that he is?

[Twistedsister]

Seems daddy dearest went too far this time and almost permentantly disfigure cuddly Cookie. He must now realize that, not every teacher is as gallible as the others have been. And now knows to watch his ass or he will be reported to the school counsel or authorities by the nurse (Ms Fleming).

I am so glad my dad didn't beat me because i had small breasts, i was always and A or B cup. God help Cookie if and went she needs a tampon, and when she has her first period and bloodies her clothes and sheets.

[Hornycountryboy]

ELP another great chapter! I actually believe her father felt bad for her. If he didn't he would have made her go to school as well as keep up with her chores during the weekend.

Originally Posted by Twistedsister

Seems daddy dearest went too far this time and almost permentantly disfigure cuddly Cookie. He must now realize that, not every teacher is as gallible as the others have been. And now knows to watch his ass or he will be reported to the school counsel or authorities by the nurse (Ms Fleming).

I am so glad my dad didn't beat me because i had small breasts, i was always and A or B cup. God help Cookie if and went she needs a tampon, and when she has her first period and bloodies her clothes and sheets.

She already had her first period you might have missed that chapter, it actually wasn't too bad he only smacked her once but she did hit the wall and fell down, but that was it.

[Twistedsister]

Yeah i probably did or i forget as there were some real cruel acts upon her that i blocked out some of the story.

[ELaken-Palmer]

Thanks Twistedsister, Hornycountryboy and snowleopard. I KNOW people are reading this because the read count went up by over 400 since yesterday. Thank you. But please leave comments. That's what motivates me to continue writing this and will help me come up with a suitable ending.

[DoyleGentry]

So....when is she going to snap and pull a Lorena Bobbitt on dear old daddy and the others who abused or didn't help her? Maybe a Jeffery Dahmerwould be good....no, that would be too good for him. Belt sander to the balls when he's passed out drunk? Zip-tie each testicle to a big toe and wait for him to stand up? I can think of many creative and painful ways to torture this guy....shove a full beer bottle up his ass and smash it with a hammer? (That has possibilities...the booze would completely by-pass his liver and kidneys and go straight to his brain, instant mega drunk there...broken glass would shred his colon....)

For more wonderful ways to torture or kill the father, please watch '1,000 Ways to Die' (check your local listings for time and station).

[snowleopard3200]

Originally Posted by DoyleGentry

So....when is she going to snap and pull a Lorena Bobbitt on dear old daddy and the others who abused or didn't help her? Maybe a Jeffery Dahmerwould be good....no, that would be too good for him. Belt sander to the balls when he's passed out drunk? Zip-tie each testicle to a big toe and wait for him to stand up? I can think of many creative and painful ways to torture this guy....shove a full beer bottle up his ass and smash it with a hammer? (That has possibilities...the booze would completely by-pass his liver and kidneys and go straight to his brain, instant mega drunk there...broken glass would shred his colon....)

For more wonderful ways to torture or kill the father, please watch '1,000 Ways to Die' (check your local listings for time and station).

Bobbitized! I had not thought of that.

[belizelarry]

Finally I can connect properly. I almost get ill when I am finished reading. I normally would not even read a story like this. But ELP has done such a good job of bringing out the emotions in this, that I have to keep going, just to see if Cookie comes out all right. My defensive nature makes me want to jump in and intervene, as I did in my own family. That is why it has been a kick to share with the other members all the different ways to get even. I like Doyle's new ideas too. Keep going ELP, you are the best suspense writer in a long time.

[ELaken-Palmer]

I know that Cookie brings out protective thoughts and feelings in readers. The question is; does a chapter, like the last one, bring out the reader's sexual thoughts and feelings as well?

[SensualRobin]

I've not bee aroused in the slightest by this story, yet I've been reading a bit more readily since you'd asked before. Although Cookie's father obviously is still an abusive bastard, I was quite pleased to see he was shocked to what he actually caused to his daughter. Good work.

[Versed]

Sadness. I'm fascinated by Mr. Mullins's response to her beating this time, though.

I don't find this story in any way sexual. Well.. there are elements to it, but I don't want to see them so I ignore it. Her abuse is bad enough without that sort of stuff.

[ElBlanco]

This is extremely well written. I've read everything so far, and I must say, her dad is a real asshole! Lol, I'm anxiously awaiting the next chapter. Thank you for writing this.

[Twistedsister]

SensualRobin...
I too haven't been aroused, but it is gripping story of what could be a bigger picture in later day.
The story is a lengthy introduction to what could or may be a story that may arouse us but until then it will keep us coming back for more, wanting see what little Cookie Mullins (13 currently) has to endure.

[snowleopard3200]

ELP - understand this much, and this is my express opinion as well:

As of the last chapter you have managed to weave multiple threads of emotional highs and lows, show character being forged among the crucible of humanity at its intolerable worse; spin a constantly flowing spell of mystery within an enigma that challenges us to find the heights and depths while never being sure what awaits around the next corner.

While this story so far has not aroused me in a sexual way; I see the promise of Cookie finding someone who will be good for her as she will be for them, thus bringing all to completeness.

This is what makes you a true master of story craft ELP.

One method of arousal is the stimulation of the mind by what will come and may happen; the anticipation builds one layer upon the next, until finally at the end of a tapestry as you weave, it reaches the culmination of Nirvana itself between two loves united in intimacy of mind and body.

Based on what I had read before this story of yours ELP I knew you were a wonderful and skilled writer; this shows you to be among the best.

Mind you - if Cookies father and other tormentors fell into a pack of hungry and rabid hyenas there would be no sleep lost on part of me.

[SensualRobin]

Originally Posted by Twistedsister

SensualRobin...
I too haven't been aroused, but it is gripping story of what could be a bigger picture in later day.
The story is a lengthy introduction to what could or may be a story that may arouse us but until then it will keep us coming back for more, wanting see what little Cookie Mullins (13 currently) has to endure.

Indeed.

[Emersom]

A very good read! Thank you for such a great tragic story!

[Laura953]

I read and reread all the chapters.
I started to imagine how to continue the story.
two solutions.
1) Anglo-Saxon environment
2) Mediterranean environment
family cultures, different educational and social.
hypothesize a trip organized by the school. Italy or Spain.
.................
I keep thinking.

arduous task to change the great skill of ELP

[Empress Lainie]

ELP I have read everything on Cookie to date. You have written a heart-rending story which all too often becomes true.

I witnessed a small portion of this in my own family when I was young. (Dont laugh! I really was young once!)

[itsagirlthing]

Phew!..I've finished reading chapters 1-21 now...and my heart goes to Cookie -and to all the 'Cookies' in the world-, I can't believe how she could endure all of these. I know if I were in her situation I couldn't really handle it. My parents never raised a hand on me, though, they were strict but they never beaten me..

I love your work, it really brings the emotion in me; anger, sadness, pity, and all bunch of other stuffs. I almost cried when Cookie found out that her mother's 'ring' where given to Kate, and I jumped of joy when Aunt Nelli gave her the real ring..:D
I was glad when you finally made Cookie happy (though only a short period of time) with her brother.
I found it funny though, the scenes where her perverted teacher( what was his name? I forgot) was caught in his stupid act and also when Kathy flashed him, I bet he had a hard on...haha

..and oh!, I skipped the part where her asshole of a father beat her breast...it was too much for me..gah!...I don't think I'm quite arouse by her father beating her ..but maybe it could be considered a BDSM.(hardcore)!.by few:DD

and lastly..I wish Cookie will have a happily ever after...soon!

can't wait for more!!!

[wifebangcuck]

nice post

[Pandorius999]

hello I'm yet to read the whole post as it seems the bulk of it was done before i turned up on the forums. I don't know if i'm qualified enough to make comments on this (none of my stories have hit 10K here yet, they keep getting buried), but i'd say this is an excellent story. Most stuff i've come across are either fuck and sleep types or have twisted plots that don't lead anywhere. This both has a linear plot that's interesting yet simple and characters that really do touch the emotions.

Infact i'm yet to come across any other story like this one, and i think it gives me some ideas for my own stories regarding character development. Plus (and again i wonder if i can say so) the character development is nicely paced and quite logical.

Is there any rating meter around ? I think i'd be doing injustice if i dont give an 100 on 10 (atleast for asmuch as i've read so far). maybe in the stories section ? anyone, please direct me.

Pandorius999

[ELaken-Palmer]

Thanks, everyone! I am trying to keep up with this project, writing and re-writing and changing and working to stay true to the characters and the situations. I hope I am succeeding anyway. Bear with me. The next chapter is here and I hope for your comments and suggestions...

[ELaken-Palmer]

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22. The Canteen
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___The school year progressed into the fall with Cookie attending her daily classes and trying to learn as much as she could from the hand of odd teachers that she was dealt.

___As tough as her studies were, she had to take extra caution between classes as other students delighted in slamming her locker door shut on her, blocking her way in the corridors or knocking her books from her grasp and kicking them down the hallways as she scurried in futility to collect them.

___“No running!” a teacher would yell at her and the other students would laugh at her plight.

___After one such chase, Cookie recovered her scuffed math book from where it had come to a stop at the far end of the hall. However, the time it took to chase it down resulted in her arrival, at her math class, a full forty-five seconds after the bell had rung.

___“Miss Mullins,” Mr. Fay bellowed as Cookie, in her blue cardigan sweater and white pleated skirt, tried to slip unnoticed to her desk, “aren’t we just a tad late?”

___Cookie, hugging her book to her chest, looked back at him and stated, “I’m sorry, sir, but the kids in the hall...”

___“Don’t try and blame your tardiness on others, Miss Mullins. Come up here before the class.”

___And Cookie set her book on her desk and walked up to the spot that Mr. Fay had indicated to, right next to his desk.

___A grinning Mr. Fay walked over and gently placed his hands on Cookie’s shoulders and then turned her to face her fellow students. Then he told her, “Get down on your knees, Miss Mullins.” Which reluctantly, and with all eyes watching her, she did.

___“Now,” he said, as he stood behind her and placed a large, open hand on top of her straw-blonde head, “hold your arms out to your sides and place your hands, palms up.”

___Cookie did as instructed while Mr. Fay reached to his desk and picked up two hefty math books and then rested one on each of her open hands. “There,” he told her, “just hold that pose and keep those books up until I tell you to stop.”

___Mr. Fay went about leaning at the front of his desk and talking to his class about fractions while Cookie knelt there and felt the pain slowly begin to ache its way through her outstretched arms as she struggled to keep both the books cradled on her hands. This went on for fifteen long minutes until it became a living agony for her. Mr. Fay noticed the little, plaintive sounds she was emitting and the grimace of pain on Cookie’s reddened face and how her arms were starting to droop slightly from the strain.

___“Up!” he yelled at her now. “Hold the books up, I told you!”

___And Cookie struggled anew to keep both books on her hands and her arms straight outward.

___Seeing as how she could accomplish this, Mr. Fay walked to the front row of desks and, still lecturing the class, picked up two more math books and walked over to behind Cookie where he placed one atop the book out to her left and the other on top of the book out to her right.

___The added weight caused searing pains to go through the deltoid and bicep muscles of both her thin, outstretched arms and, try as she might not to, Cookie grimaced even harder in pain and her eyes began to tear up and (as much as she fought against it) she began to cry before everyone in the class, calling out, “Please, Mr. Fay!”

___“Please, Miss Mullins?” he inquired, a look of satisfaction growing on his grinning face. “Please what?”

___“Please sir, may... May I lower my arms now?”

___Mr. Fay, and the other students, just watched her strain and wobble and cry, the red in her face becoming almost purple before he finally said, “Yes, Miss Mullins. Put the books down and go to your seat.”

___On hearing his words, Cookie just collapsed backward, like a house of cards, hitting her shoulders and the back of her head hard on the vinyl tile floor. She lay, for a few awkward moments, in a pile of aching arms, exposed, askew legs and open books, before she could gather enough presence to cross her thighs, tug the hem of her skirt down and get to her feet. Wiping the tears of both pain and humiliation from her face, she heard the snickers and saw the smirks, on the faces of all of her classmates, as she walked slowly to her desk and sat herself heavily down.

___Ricky Lowe, who sat at the desk to her left, leaned over and whispered, “I like your pink panties, Cookie.”

___At which point she folded her arms on the desktop, buried her face within their shelter and noticeably shook as she wretchedly cried.
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___Despite the daily terrors of Mr. Fay’s class, Mr. Boswell’s second-hour History was becoming the one subject that Cookie enjoyed the least. It wasn’t that he was physically or emotionally hurting her, like Mr. Fay. It was a much odder situation than that.

___One late-October Thursday, Cookie was at her desk and working on an essay about Michigan. It was for a competition, for Junior High students across the state, sponsored by Governor Romney and the legislature. The grand prize offered was the governor himself coming to the school of the winning student to present a certificate toward a scholarship to Michigan State University. Wanting to do well, she had researched her subject matter and had written down a great deal of facts about the Great Lakes and shipping and the Potawatomi and Chippewa natives and Antoine de la Mothe Cadillac and the early French settlers of Fort Ponchartrain and Detroit and the beauty of Mackinac Island and the Tahquamenon and General Custer’s hometown of Monroe and the northern lumberjacks and Paul Bunyan and the furniture industry in Grand Rapids and Kellogg’s and Post of Battle Creek and the giant auto industry in Detroit and Flint. She had all of her facts down and was trying to write it out in as literate and poetic a way as she possibly could when Mr. Boswell stopped by her desk and picked her paper up and started to read it.

___“You’re submitting an entry in the essay contest?” he enquired, looking down at her.

___“Yes, sir. I was just trying to transfer my notes into some kind of order.”

___Mr. Boswell took the paper to his desk and continued to read what she had written until he looked back at her and said, “I could help you with this, Cookie. If you’d like.”

___Cookie smiled widely at him. “Yes, Mr. Boswell. That would be so nice of you.”

___Mr. Boswell waved her up to his desk and Cookie, wearing her turquoise dress with the back-tie sash, brought her notes and stood beside him as he pulled his swivel chair out a little, turned his left leg toward her, patted his knee and said, “Sit down here, Cookie, and let’s go over what you have written.”

___Something about this didn’t seem quite right to her and Cookie smiled uneasily and said, “I can just stand here, sir.”

___“No,” he said, patting his knee again, “sit down right here with me.”

___Cookie looked around the room nervously and saw that only a couple of students were looking up from their history books in their direction.

___“I’d rather not, sir.”

___“Sit!” he demanded adamantly and Cookie hesitantly sat down across his knee and he swiveled them both toward his desk.

___“Look right here,” he said, directing his finger toward a line that she had written on the paper. “You write in this sentence that Sassaba was the Chief of the Chippewa Indians when Louis Cass visited Sault Ste Marie in 1820. But wasn’t Hiawatha their Chief?”

___“Oh, no sir,” Cookie replied, looking down at her paper and notes with him. “Hiawatha was just a fictional character in the poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The real Chief of the Lake Superior area Chippewas was Sassaba, though it was from the same era that Longfellow was writing about.”

___As she spoke, she could feel Mr. Boswell’s hand at the small of her back and then it trailed down to the curve of her round behind and he pressed his hand there firmly as he said, “I think you should research this a little better, Cookie.”

___Cookie reached behind her and pulled his hand away as she said, “I have researched it, Mr. Boswell.” She could feel his other hand move to rest just above her bare knee now, at the hem of her dress, as she continued, “and Sassaba was the Chippewa tribe’s Chief.”

___“Well,” he said, moving his hand up her leg slightly so that it was now just under her skirt, “I could look that information up for you, if you’d like me to, to confirm it.”

___Cookie tried to stand now but Mr. Boswell wrapped his other arm around her thin waist, just above the flair of her hips, and pulled her more securely against him and into his lap.

___“Thank you, Mr. Boswell,” she said, pushing his resistant hand away from her leg, “but you don’t have to go to any special trouble for me.”

___Mr. Boswell’s hand returned immediately but this time he thrust it right up her skirt to grasp her soft, bare inner thigh as he said, “It would be no trouble, for me, at all. I’d love to help you, Cookie.”

___Cookie again yanked his hand from her leg and this time she wriggled and twisted herself off of his lap and stepped back, out of his reach, as she now stood beside his chair, tugged down the ruffled hem of her dress and said, “That’s alright, Mr. Boswell. I can recheck my facts myself... if you really think I need to.”

___“Do whatever you damn-well want,” he snarled at her now, collecting, ripping and balling up her papers and then throwing them at her. “I don’t care what you do. Go back to your desk and sit down and don’t ask me for any more of my help.”

___“Yes, sir,” she said, stooping to pick up the crumpled scraps of papers from the floor and then walking back to her seat, seeing the shared smirks on the faces of both Nancy Martin and Kathy Grimes as she took her seat at her desk.

___Looking down at her wrinkled essay and the torn notes that she had so carefully written, she heard Kathy’s voice as she leaned to her and whispered, “Looks like Mr. Boswell’s got Roman hands and Russian fingers, doesn’t he?”
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___As November came, all idle talk at Pershing Junior High was about the approaching Canteen dance. The Canteen was held each Autumn, in the romantically decorated gym. It was for eighth and ninth graders only and it was the social event of the season. Every girl at Pershing began to practice the art of wearing make-up, seductively quaffing their hair and flirting with (and batting their eyes toward) the boy that they fervently hoped would ask them to the big, formal, dress-up affair.

___Cookie knew that her chances of being asked were totally beyond hopeless but she felt the excitement of it just the same.

___Telephone calls, to her big brother, from hopeful girls, were so endless that her father had taken the phone off the hook more than once.

___“Who are you taking to the Canteen?” Cookie asked him as he reclined on the sofa, in his white tank and blue gym shorts, reading a Sports Illustrated. It was Tuesday afternoon and she was in the easy chair, still in her white shirt and grey skirt from school, sewing a button on of one of his shirts for him.

___“Oh, I haven’t decided,” he said, sounding bored by his popularity. “Virginia Bloom has been chasing me all over the school.”

___Virginia Bloom was, by far, the prettiest and most popular girl at Pershing Junior High School with her curly brown hair and big, bright, almost emerald-colored eyes. She was captain of the cheerleading squad and everyone saw her and Corey as the ideal, dream couple.

___“Who will be asking you?” Corey inquired of his sister.

___“Me?” she scoffed. “Get real. Nobody would ever ask me.”

___“Cookie. I may be your brother but I can certainly see that you’re, beyond any doubt, the prettiest girl in the whole school.”

___Cookie laughed at that suggestion.

___“Why are you laughing?” he asked her seriously, sitting up now. “It’s true. You’re far prettier than Ginny Bloom or Faith McFarland or Stacy Connelly or any of those girls.”

___“Oh, Corey,” she gushed, waving off his absurd notion with her hand, “you lie like a rug but that’s so sweet of you to make something up, like that, about me.”

___“Jeez, you’re a hopeless case,” he told her now. “Look at yourself in the mirror, for God’s sake. You’re so curvy and pretty now. Every girl at Pershing is jealous of you. That’s why they act the way they do toward you. They’re all so green with envy.”

___“Oh, get out.”

___“Sis, I’m telling you, you’re a knock-out and everyone knows it. If dad just let you style your hair and wear a little make-up, you’d be so gorgeous that you’d have guys walking into walls and you’d probably stop all the traffic out on Grand River Avenue.”

___Cookie laughed again. “Now I know you’re lying! Why are you doing this? You want me to bake you another apple pie, don’t you? You know I’ll do it for you. There’s nothing, on this whole Earth, that I wouldn’t do for you, Corey.”

___Getting up now, he sighed in frustration, walked to where she was sitting, tousled the silken, straw-colored hair on the top of her head and said, “I can’t get anything into that pretty skull of yours, can I? But I will take that pie.”
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___When school let out, that next day, Cookie put her books in her hall locker and was reaching for her coat when she felt a presence looming close behind her and turned to see Kevin Berziak, in his blue letter-jacket, standing right in front of her.

___Kevin Berziak was a tall, slim, bent, greasy, dark-haired boy with braces, brown eyes, acne and a big Adam’s apple that bobbed up and down whenever he talked. Cookie thought he was cute.

___“Uh... hi Cookie,” he said, both hands buried deep in his jacket pockets as he looked down on her.

___She had known him since second grade at Stokley Elementary, though she had never been in any of his classes, or ever even talked to him before, as far as she could remember. He was a grade above her and a basketball player, albeit a clumsy slow one.

___“Hi Kevin. Did you want something?”

___“Uh... yeah... uh... your brother... Corey?”

___“Yes,” she grinned, “I know him.”

___“Yeah... uh... he tells me that you... haven’t been asked to the Canteen... yet... and I was just wondering... if you would... uh... maybe go with me?”

___Cookie smiled broadly up at him.

___What had Corey done? Had he actually gone around the school, behind her back, begging any boy he could intimidate or bribe, to swallow his pride and ask his homely, geeky, pariah of a sister to the Canteen? What a treacherous, sneaking, conniving, big brother she really had!

___“Yes, Kevin,” she told him, “of course I’ll go with you. That is... if you’re sure you really want me to...”

___Kevin actually smiled down at her, as if he were somehow relieved and suddenly happy. “Great!” he said. “My mom and dad will drive us and I’ll pick you up at seven on Friday.”

___Face reddening, Cookie smiled and nodded up at him.

___Kevin Berziak then excused himself and joined the throng of students pressing down the teaming hallway and out of the school doors.

___Closing her locker, she turned and leaned her back against the wall, hugged her books tightly to her bosom, smiled broadly and sighed to herself, realizing that mousy little Cookie Mullins, of all people, had actually been asked to the school Canteen.

[snowleopard3200]

Excellent chapter ELP, I can only imagine the fury her father will fly off into though over her pending date.

[Twistedsister]

I have gotten as far as, the end of Boswell's class, batteries dying on my phone.
Mr Fay seems a punisher..Mr Boswell seems a pedo.

[Twistedsister]

Chapter 22.
From torment (Mr Boswell-History) and punishment (Mr Fay-Maths), to encouragement (Corey) and to future prospect (Kevin).

Cookie's world looks to be going good but for class, but will daddy let her go to the dance; now that is the question.
And will Mr Boswell continue to try, get into Cookie's pants; be it a bribe for help. And will somebody finally grow a set of balls in her class and stand up for her, when she is treat so badly by grown ups. I remember year 8 and 9 at school, the boys started to rebel against auttority, even if it had nothing to do with them.

Good work a usual.
Kim

[ELaken-Palmer]

Originally Posted by Twistedsister

I have gotten as far as, the end of Boswell's class, batteries dying on my phone.
Mr Fay seems a punisher..Mr Boswell seems a pedo.

Both teachers do (in their own way) use a hands-on approach.

[ELaken-Palmer]

Thanks for over 13-thousand reads on this. PLEASE help me keep this story going by leaving me your thoughts on each chapter. You all have been a big help to me.

[Poison_Ivy]

Amazing, ELP.

[ELaken-Palmer]

Originally Posted by ELaken-Palmer

Thanks for over 13-thousand reads on this. PLEASE help me keep this story going by leaving me your thoughts on each chapter. You all have been a big help to me.

I (of course) meant please leave your thoughts on each NEW chapter.

[Hornycountryboy]

Well ELP what can I say about this chapter? Of course I don't think anyone deserves to be picked on as much as she does in her life, especially by teachers. I think she is getting to that age where she might even fight back against her history teacher by slapping his face.

Now if she is as beautiful as her brother makes her out to be I would assume more guys would come to her aid in the halls. Glad to see a guy grow a pair and ask her out, I am not worried as much about her father not letter her go as much as I am worried the other students will torment her while she is there at the dance, but we will see I guess.

[WhaWhaWha]

This reads like kind of a hybrid of "Les Miserables", "Anne of Green Gables" and "The Story of 'O'".

[Twistedsister]

Originally Posted by Hornycountryboy

Well ELP what can I say about this chapter? Of course I don't think anyone deserves to be picked on as much as she does in her life, especially by teachers. I think she is getting to that age where she might even fight back against her history teacher by slapping his face.

Now if she is as beautiful as her brother makes her out to be I would assume more guys would come to her aid in the halls. Glad to see a guy grow a pair and ask her out, I am not worried as much about her father not letter her go as much as I am worried the other students will torment her while she is there at the dance, but we will see I guess.

I agree, Cookie will finally say "enough already" and whack a teacher across the face or throw her books at him, and flip out and call the teacher names, that all her class already now Boswell the perv, Faye never wants to be proved wrong; and hopefully a boy who is in here class, steps up to defend her. If she is in 8th grade she would be 13-14 and yes if Corey is right, some boys will be hot for her, and eventually break there molds and defend her. Likewise, Corey will at home, once daddy dearest goes too far.