Chapter 27
Melissa strode into the Thornton residence with Jake and Chip trailing behind her like footmen behind the queen. Vivian was in the living room talking on the phone when Melissa and company marched in. Vivian's eyes got as big as saucers when she saw the three of them appear unannounced. "I'll call you back," she said hastily as she hung up the phone. Her recovery was instantaneous and her smile almost genuine when she greeted them. Melissa smiled thinly and returned her greeting. Chip looked at his feet. Just for shits and giggles, Jake pulled her into a tight hug, then pulled her down on the couch next to him. Melissa and Chip sat on the matching couch across the coffee table from Jake and Vivian.
"Vivian, I'm going to make this short and sweet, although I'd like to drag it out to watch you squirm," Melissa said as she opened the brief case. "This is Chip's proxy giving me the right to vote his shares; it can't be revoked for one year. I now control Thornton Development. My first order of business is to authorize the repurchase of your share as allowed in the company charter. My lawyer will contact you or your legal representative to work out the details."
Vivian jumped up, purple with rage.
"You little bitch!" she screamed, "Get your ass out of my house, and take these two pricks with you."
Melissa gave Vivian a devastating smile, "Actually, step-mother dearest, it's not your house -- it's mine. Here is a copy of dad's will; note that Thornton Development owns the house until Chip and I turn twenty-one or graduate from college. Then it becomes your house. The will stipulates that it is your residence; however, Thornton Development has decided that, in order for the house to be up to the standards you deserve, we are going to remodel it completely; that should only take a year or so to complete. We'll find you a suitable temporary place until then, of course."
Vivian, visibly shaken, sagged down onto the couch. She watched Melissa in helpless fascination, a rodent watching the snake about to strike it.
Melissa kept up her relentless attack.
"What am I forgetting?"
She rummaged in the briefcase a few seconds, "Oh, yeah, how could I forget these."
She tossed the packet of photos of Jake and Vivian at the beach onto the coffee table.
"You didn't think that I was going to let you steal my boyfriend after you stole my father and my brother did you? You can keep that set, I have plenty of them -- and I have these."
She pulled out a reel-to-reel tape and a spool of eight-millimeter movie film.
"Now these are very interesting, they were taken at an apartment my investigator followed you to; the quality is quite good because the lights were on. You are very naughty, Vivian. And you, Jacob, aren't you only fifteen?"
Jake looked at the home movie reel as if it were a stick of dynamite. How did she get a movie? How did she get a recording?
Vivian's face started to crumble but she made one last valiant attempt to salvage the confrontation. She turned to Chip beseechingly.
"Chip it's not true; he forced me to do those things so your sister could blackmail me."
Chip looked at her stonily.
"It's not going to work this time Vivian; I'm on to you. It's a moot point anyway; I've already signed over control of my shares."
Vivian looked at Melissa in defeat.
"What do you want me to do?" she said.
"Cheer up, Vivian; you are getting out of this a lot richer than you were when you left Atlanta and your first husband. I would guess that you'd be worth close to a hundred million dollars, which ought to be enough even for a gold digging slut like you. All you have to do in return is be out of town in seventy-two hours. Here's my lawyer's number; call her, not any of us, when you have a new phone number."
Melissa packed the tape and movie, snapped shut the briefcase, and stood up; Jake and Chip stood up also. Melissa looked at Vivian again.
"Don't get up; we know the way out. Oh and, by the way, I would not be in touch with Randal if I were you; he's going to be getting some bad news of his own soon. You might be a correspondent in the divorce he is going to be slapped with -- alienation of affection and all that legalese. And you with all that money and his poor wife with nothing but bills and children."
Melissa marched majestically out of the house, her two footmen right behind her. They were almost at the car when her breath whooshed out of her and she sagged against Jake. He slipped his hand around her waist, nonchalantly opened the car door, and slid her into the seat. Chip jumped in the back and Jake ran around to the driver's side. They were out of sight of the Thornton home in thirty seconds. Jake pulled over and took Melissa's hand. She smiled wanly and told him she was fine, just out of adrenaline, and to get her home.
It was the most impressive display Jake had ever seen; he vowed then and there never to get on Melissa's shit list. She had reduced Vivian to rubble with surgical efficiency. Not a wasted word and Melissa never raised her voice; it was downright diabolical. The alienation of affections was something he would never have thought of and she had to have been bluffing about a home movie. When did Chip have a chance to assign his proxy to Melissa? Probably never, as it would have had to been notarized to be legal. Jake drove to Burger Chef, ran up to the window, and bought her a Coke. By the time they got home, Melissa was tired but no longer shaky. The three musketeers walked into the house; Charles, Helen, and Maria were nervously drinking coffee in the nook. Helen and Maria jumped up and took the still-pale Melissa to the powder room. Jake and Chip sat down with Charles at the table.
After a couple of minutes, Maria, Helen, and a much-revived Melissa returned to the nook. The women took their seats with Melissa curling up in Jake's lap. Charles was the one to ask the $64,000 question 'what happened'. Everyone looked at Melissa but she told Jake to fill them in. He gave them the thumbnail version of events expounding only when answering a question. Of course, there were many questions. The adults were as impressed as Jake and Chip at how well Melissa planned her work and worked her plan. After much congratulating and backslapping, Jake took Melissa upstairs for a nap. He stripped her down to her panties and removed his own clothes. She picked up his long sleeved, button down collared, white with maroon stripes, Gant shirt and put it on to sleep in. Then they crawled onto the bed and passed out.
Downstairs, Maria was talking on the phone to an irate Randal. Vivian must have called him. Maria told him she had filed for legal separation and detailed what she expected from him monetarily. She cautioned Randal that if the money was not forthcoming, she would take him to the cleaners -- she had plenty of ammunition about his dalliances to get her whatever she wanted.
For his part, Randal roared and cursed but knew she had him over a barrel with his butt greased; besides, he was finished with the frigid Cuban bitch anyway. It was time to move on to greener and younger pastures. He was not finished, however, with his bother's snot-nosed kids. He had put a lot of effort into getting his hands on Thornton Development and was not going to give up now. He leaned back in his chair, lit a cigar, and reached for the phone to call his lawyer.
Jake woke up at three-thirty that afternoon; Melissa was still sleeping peacefully so he slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. He drained his lizard, brushed his teeth, quietly got dressed, and headed downstairs. Helen was alone in the kitchen, reading a novel at the nook table. He asked where everyone was and was informed that Maria had taken Angie, Chip, and Marisa with her to pick up Tyler at the Airport in Orlando. She added that Charles and Debbie were out looking at snazzy cars to replace the Falcon. Jake said cool, grabbed a Tab, and went out to the pool. The sun was warm as he sat in a reclining deck chair to do some thinking.
The Vivian problem seemed to be resolved and Randal was in Connecticut. Jake had a feeling that, even distant, Randal would not roll over so easily. But at least the evil team had been split up; Randal would have a harder time working alone. None-the-less, Charles had been correct; Jake was going to have to talk to Maria about closely monitoring and countering Randal. Jake reflected on the radical changes his personal life had undergone also. Two week ago, he had wall-to-wall and pillow-to-pillow women, all lining up to take a ride on his love muscle. Today all he could think about was the incredible woman upstairs in his bed.
He guessed it was time to slow down anyway; he had more than made up for what he missed on his first tour of duty in high school. The key phrase was 'slow down', which did not mean 'quit'; he still had serious feeling for Rebecca and had made a promise to her and her sister that he meant to fulfill. Gail Martin was another woman he was not going to stop seeing because they had some indefinable closeness and connection. He had not heard from Helga, but Erika said her mom and dad were going at it like bunnies. Maybe that one Saturday afternoon was all it took to bring back the magic for them. All that remained to resolve was Helen.
Helen had pretty much told him she had capitulated; she was ready for anything he wanted. After panting and sighing after her for six months, he had her in his sights but could not pull the trigger. Part of the reason was Melissa; he did not know if her carte blanche would extend to Helen. Then there was the matter of Charles. He liked and respected the hell out of Charles; he was as good a man as lived. He did not want in any shape, form, or fashion to mess up this family and having his way with Helen had that potential. Jake was almost certain that Debbie had seduced Charles already; they had that look when together. That did not mean that Charles wanted his wife to have the same pleasure, however. He was going to be extremely cautious and check these things thoroughly.
Thinking about Charles brought him around to friendships in general. He had made some good friends in this edition of his life. Rafe Robinson, Coach Nelson, Scott Hughes, and the Johanssons, for example, but no really close male friends. Jake wasn't one of those best-friends-for-life type of guys; he much preferred the company of women. He had pretty much always been like that. Given the choice between snuggling nightly up to Melissa's butt or beating off to a Wonder Woman comic book with some other pimply-faced teenage guy made the preference a no-brainer. Besides, the camaraderie he felt with his football teammates was about all the male bonding he needed.
His reverie was broken when a freshly showered and sweet smelling Melissa unceremoniously plopped down in his lap, just missing the family jewels.
"Easy, Buffy, you almost ruined the equipment we need to make Jake Jr.," he said.
She laughed and said, "I wouldn't want that to happen; I have too many plans for you that can't come to fruition if you are a eunuch."
"Speaking of plans, how are you going to get more involved in the business if you are in school?"
"After this semester I'll be through with all my required courses except for the last half year of English and civics. I can be at the office half a day and even get credit for work-study. Until then I'll skip a few days and spend them there along with all the holidays coming up. Daddy left us a competent staff but I have to sign the checks so I want to know what's going on. It might mean we won't have as much time together though."
"I will understand if you have to work; besides, being apart will keep you from getting tired of me so fast," Jake said.
She gave him a serious look, "Me getting tired of you is the least of your problems, Baby, the very least of them. You were put here just for me Jake; all this time I thought I needed an older man. Now here I am robbing the cradle and madly in love."
It was Jake's turn to laugh, "I know what you mean, I was just sitting here thinking about how I'm willing to give up all those hot women for you and it doesn't bother me a bit."
"Baby, I will make sure you never regret anything you do to be with me," she said fervently.
"I know that to be a fact. Now what about your living arrangements? With Vivian gone, you will have your house back, are you going to move back home?"
"No way, Jose," she said emphatically, "Unless you move in there with me, I'm happy in our little love nest upstairs."
That was a relief to Jake; although it would be great to live in the Thornton castle, he liked it here. This family kept him grounded and he loved them all. It would be time to move out soon enough but not now. They talked some more about the future, especially college. They both decided that they would go to school locally until Chip graduated, if he proved capable of running the company they would be able to transfer to a more distant school that would give them the best education they could get. Chip came out of the house about then; Maria had dropped off him, Angie and Marisa so she could talk to Tyler alone. Maria and Tyler were coming back at seven for supper.
Melissa asked Chip to sit down and the conversation turned to business. Melissa outlined her ideas and Chip agreed down the line until she mentioned him running the company while they went off to school. Chip said that, unless there was a radical change in how he felt, he was leaving it to her to be the business tycoon. Chip career ambitions lay in the direction of rich playboy. Seeing his industrious little sister churning out money of which he got a third was fine by him. They all laughed when he said that making money was not his thing, spending it was. Chip also said that as soon as Vivian was gone he would stay at the Thornton house. Melissa said she was staying with the Turners; when she floated the idea of renting the house to Maria, Chip quickly agreed. It would be great having family there when he came home.
Jake asked Melissa about the movie and tape from the private investigator. She laughed and said there never was a movie and the tape recording was very poor quality, so she faked it. She asked why he was so interested and he told her he did not want any evidence against Vivian to get misplaced. She told him they paid detective Jim Peters three hundred dollars for the night but the bluff that allowed her to pull off was worth more than the actual photos and tape no matter what was on them.
Later that night Melissa and Jake went on a real date together: diner, a movie, and a walk on the beach. Melissa said it was the most romantic night of her life. When they got home she took him to bed and thanked him properly and profusely.
Melissa dropped Jake at the Doane sisters' house after church on Sunday. She and Chip were headed for a meeting with the Vice President of Thornton Development. Then they were meeting with Maria so Chip could sign his proxy for real. Jake leaned over and kissed Melissa good-bye. He told her he loved her, she said me too, good luck and she roared off. Jake rang the bell; Katie answered it this time. She was dressed for seduction success, slinky little black dress, black stockings and black high heels. He pushed the door closed and kissed her. Jake turned at the sound of heels click-clacking on the hard wood floor. Rebecca was wearing the same outfit as her sister, a beatific smile on her face. The sisters each took a hand and led him to the couch. It was eerily similar to last Sunday with the Phillips twins, only this time more than teasing was going to happen.
They sat and chatted for a minute, Jake was eager to get started but the ever-logical Katherine had another agenda. So for ten minutes they discussed paternity and parental rights. Jake said this was for them and he did not want to be named as the father on the birth certificate. If Katie did conceive she was free to tell the child whatever she felt was proper. Jake did suggest that it would cause less embarrassment later if he was called a sperm donor for artificial insemination. It sounded cold but left everyone's dignity intact. With that out of the way he got some serious hugs and kisses and taken into the kitchen for a light lunch. Katie and Rebecca went up to get ready to play 'slip it to the sisters'; they left him with his iced tea and told him to wait ten minutes then come upstairs.
It was a long ten minutes, but it certainly was worth the wait. The sisters were lying coquettishly in the center of the impossibly big bed in matching red baby doll outfits. Jake crawled in with them; then he and Rebecca swarmed Katie. It was eye opening to be in bed with two women who obviously loved each other, and inspirational to be in on their lovemaking. The sisters were in a sixty-nine with Katie on top when Jake could take it no longer. He eased up behind Katie; holding his dick, he shuffled forward to skewer her.
She looked back over her shoulder at him and said, "Watch where you stick that thing, big boy; big sister's ass is off limits."
Well that had not been his plan anyway, but she was the second woman in a row to hold out on him. This was playing hell with his smart women like butt-fucking theory; more research would be needed, but no butt now. He lined his dick up with her little charmingly hairless pussy and eased forward. She grunted as he gained purchase and redoubled her efforts on Rebecca's little clit. Rebecca meanwhile was licking everything thing she could reach, regardless of to whom it belonged. Jake especially liked it when she would gently nibble his scrotum as it swung back and forth. She certainly did not learn that ball work in ballet school. Furthermore, he doubted that trying to worm her tongue into her sister's pussy along side his dick was on the curriculum even at a very liberal college for little librarians. It sure felt good though, so he was not complaining. He felt Moby Jake getting ready to blow so he pushed into Katie as far as he could stroke. She came along for the final furlong of the ride, as did Rebecca; it was a Triple Crown of orgasms.
As soon as they finished bucking, spewing, and shaking, Katie unceremoniously unseated Jake and flopped onto her back. Rebecca the attentive attendant slid a pillow under her ass to tilt up her sister's pelvis, kissed her on the cheek, and lay down beside her for some one-on-one.
Rebecca beckoned to Jake and spread her legs. Still semi-hard, he positioned himself over her. She took hold of his dick and set it against her little slit. She looked into his eyes and said, "I am taking an experimental fertility drug, my love; so you might get a two-fer tonight, if we are good or twice lucky."
That did it. His flagging member sprung to the hardness of a grade eight tungsten carbide steel bolt. His slid into her clasping tightness and gently galloped them to a climax.
Jake actually batted five hundred that night; one took, one did not. However, there would be other chances to reseed and impregnate the diminutive Rebecca.
Jake tossed his hat into the ring for student council president Monday morning. When he signed up at the school office, Mr. Skinner told him tenth graders did not run for council president. When Jake asked why, Principal Skinner really did not have an answer. He just said that upper classmen would not vote for a sophomore; Jake would be humiliated. Jake thanked him for his concern, then finished signing up. Jake figured why be in the parade if you were not leading it. Jake told Vickie Greer about running for office, she was impressed. She said she would see if she could get some teachers subtly behind him. Jake said that when they heard his platform they might not want to be involved. Vickie asked him what he meant; he said she would have to wait until he spoke at the candidates' forum tomorrow to find out.
Geometry class was awash with the news of his candidacy. Beth told him she would get out the Oak Ridge vote. The other candidates were too stuck up for them anyway. Instead of not voting as they usually did, maybe they would back Jake. Jake was counting on the stuck up angle for the other disenfranchised students as well. He made a mental note to see if he could get Wayne and Blaine on board. He had studiously avoided the twins, even gave a little hint that they intimidated him so they could save face, and not want to retaliate after their last meeting. His ploy seemed to be working so far. He asked Beth if she would arrange a meeting. She looked at him like he was crazy but agreed. Beth walked him to his locker and chatted with him for a few minutes before they split up for their next class.
The newly dapper Mr. McClelland was so disgustingly jovial it was almost sickening. He must have had a good weekend. Jake was not about to ask him about it though, he did not have the time an explanation would take. Erika, Scott, and Jake walked to the lunchroom like old time and sat at their usual table. Jake was surprised to see a two foot by three foot poster board emblazoned with J-A-K-E hanging on the wall. That was all it had on it, his first name. His buddies razzed him about it and Jake admitted he did not know where it came from. Later that day he saw two more of the signs in the halls and one big one prominently displayed in the library.
Today's football practice was game films and getting the offense and defense set. They played their first playoff game at the Stetson University stadium Saturday at three o'clock. Their game would the second of four regional playoff games being played that day. His teammates fucked with him about being a politician but they all said he was their man. Melissa picked him up at five; she asked him how he liked the signs. Seems the 'Cheerleaders for Turner' were behind the Take Jake campaign.
That night the Turners made sixty sheets of file folder labels that read 'TAKE JAKE' there were thirty, one by three inch labels to a sheet. There were more than enough for every kid in school. Melissa, Debbie, and Angie were going to pass out the sheets to their friends; the friends would try to get other students to wear them.
Tuesday the other candidates got their posters up, some included the candidates' picture, and all of them had a message. Jake's posters were simplicity itself, Melissa had hit upon the idea because he needed name recognition. At one o'clock, students started heading to the auditorium for the candidates' forum. The civics teacher was in charge of the election and the forum. Each student had five minutes to state his case at the forum. The candidates would speak in alphabetical order -- which meant Jake went last. Jake waited outside the auditorium until most of the students were inside. Then he went through the door and walked down the left hand aisle holding hands with Melissa. He took his seat with the candidates on the dais and looked out at the crowd. There were a significant number of students wearing a 'Take Jake' sticker in the audience.
There was one other candidate for council president, two for vice president, three for secretary, and only one for treasurer. The speeches ranged from fair to good, everyone was prepared, and you could tell they had rehearsed their presentations. The speakers who were taking, or had taken, the speech course as an English elective had five by eight cards they glanced at while speaking. Everyone else had his or her speeches on ruled notebook paper. Jake had neither.
Bobby Adams was the first candidate to speak; he was a senior and the big man on campus. He spoke of his experience as a council representative and current vice president; he was a confident orator. The other candidates had their moment in the sun. One of the vice president hopefuls was funny as hell and was a shoo-in sure winner for the office. Finally, it was Jake's turn.
"Good afternoon, I'm Jake Turner and I'm the Jake you are supposed to Take. As you can see, I don't have a prepared speech. I don't need one because my message is simple. If every student in this school wants a president who is concerned about you and the issues important to you, I am your man. Mr. Adams was right about one thing, because I don't have any experience. I am inexperienced at talking down to and ignoring people. I am not experienced at kissing butt or telling you what you want to hear just to get elected. This is a great school with a terrific faculty but, as with everything, there is room for improvement.
"On Election Day I'd like each of you to have three issues you feel need addressing; have them written down. A person will be available in each classroom to collect them. That way, regardless of who you vote for they will know your concerns. Of course, I hope you vote for me because I will bring the majority's concerns to the school's administrators and work for you to resolve them. We need a bigger say in something as important as our education. At the very least, we will have a list of issues for the new council to work on -- something more substantial than the color scheme for this year's prom. In conclusion, let me say this, we are the future of this great country; in a few years we will be selecting the people who decide the path our nation takes. Heck, one of us may be the person that sets us on that path. With one vote you can change the fate of the world. Why not get a head start and change a small part of the world Thursday? Why not Take Jake?"
As soon as the last words were out of his mouth his football teammates started to chant "Jake -- Jake - Jake". More people picked it up and a sizeable portion of the auditorium was chanting when the civic teacher held up his hands and called for quiet. He thanked the candidates, cautioned the crowd about the need for a thoughtful, not emotional, electorate, and dismissed them. The cheerleaders outside the auditorium passed out a bunch more Jake stickers and Jake was mobbed with well-wishers. Hail to the Chief.
Jake went to football practice and busted his ass like everyone else getting ready for Saturday's game. Their opponent was Jacksonville Central High, a very athletic team with an explosive ground game and a quarterback who could put the ball in the air if need be. Central's defense was adequate; offensively, they were a scoring machine. Jake and his fellow defenders would have a tough row to hoe.
That evening Jake prepared a few hundred more 'Take Jake' stickers, did his homework, and was ready to hit the sack when Helen asked him if he would go for a walk with her. They walked out into the cool evening air and started a lap around the block. Helen asked Jake if everything was all right with him. He said he was fine and asked her why did she ask him that. She said he had been distant toward her and she missed him. He told her about the soul searching he had done and his reason for caution. She nodded thoughtfully then said she still wanted to be close to him and very much wanted more affection from him. By the time they walked back into the house Jake had apologized and told her he loved her. She was much happier when he kissed her good night.
The next morning at school Jake noticed a lot more people were wearing his stickers or ones they had made themselves. Jake pressed the flesh as he made his way to homeroom, he might have a chance of pulling off an upset if he could sustain his momentum. At homeroom, a huge grin split his face when he saw a little sticker affixed to Vickie Greer's sweater that said 'Teachers for Turner'. Vickie caught his look and took a deep breath to push out the sticker and shot him a wink. Was it his imagination or were her breasts growing? Jake was riding high as he went to geometry second period. His euphoria was short lived however when a student brought a note to Mrs. Ferrell the geometry teacher. She called Jake up and told him to report to the office.
He walked to the office and reported to the school secretary. She told him to have a seat; Principal Skinner wanted to talk to him. He cooled his heels for fifteen minutes then Skinner buzzed the secretary who motioned Jake towards Skinners' office. Jake was standing in front of Skinner's desk when the principal fixed him with a hard look.
"I am removing your name from the student council ballot," Skinner said without preamble, "You are making a mockery of the election, that is something I won't stand for".
Jake was dumb founded, "What are you talking about?"
Skinner held up a piece of typing paper with Jake stickers on it. The Take Jake slogan had been added to. One said 'I'll take Jake anyway I can get him', another said 'I'll take Jake to bed'. A bunch said 'I take Jake naked'.
"I had nothing to do with those," he said.
"Maybe not," replied Skinner, "But you are responsible none the less. Also, I consider your demagoguery at the forum yesterday a threat to the good order and discipline of the school. It was also an attack on my authority. Your parents are on the way here now to pick you up; I am suspending you for two days. You can wait outside until your parents arrive."
Jake was thunder-struck as Skinner gave him a dismissive wave. He trudged out of the office and sat down to wait for his parents. Helen and Charles arrived about ten minutes later; before Jake could say anything the secretary showed them in to Skinner's office. Smarmy as a used car salesman, Skinner made it seem that Jake left him no other options and that a two-day suspension was lenient apropos the heinous crime. Charles tried to get Skinner to consider some alternative to suspension. Skinner said he could not in fairness do anything less and indicated the meeting was over. Jake and Charles started to get up when Helen held out her hand.
"Not so fast, gentlemen," she said.
All three men looked at her, her voice had a steely edge to it and her big blue eyes had narrowed into tiny slits; she was livid with rage. Mr. Skinner recoiled slightly from her look.
"Are you going to sit there and tell us that you are suspending one of your best students for trying to improve your school?" Helen asked incredulously.
Skinner was mildly apologetic but stuck to his guns. Charles and Jake finally got Helen to leave; but at the door, she fired a final shot across his bow.
"You have not heard the last of me on this, you sanctimonious twit; of that you can be sure," Helen said venomously.
Principal Skinner did not know it but he had just stepped on his dick.
There was no talking on the ride home in Helen's convertible. Jake kept his eyes straight ahead as Helen aggressively maneuvered through traffic. As soon as they got home, she pulled out the phone book and called the Superintendent of Schools. He was out of the office so she left a message. Then Helen surprised Jake by calling Maria and asking her to explore legal options. She had calmed down some by now and Jake even got her to laugh when he said he got suspended on purpose so he could be alone with her. She fixed them lunch to eat as they sat and talked about what had happened. Jake repeated his speech to her verbatim. She said it did not sound like something that would incite rebellion. Jake said that he thought Skinner was upset at him because Jake ran for president against his advice and took action when it looked like Jake had a chance of winning.
Helen excused herself and went upstairs to change; when she returned she was wearing a bikini. She asked Jake if he wanted to join her in the pool. Jake looked at Helen as she struck a pose and thought a swim was an excellent idea. Helen was not self-conscious about her newly toned body and Jake liked the idea of seeing more of it in the pool. He dashed upstairs and threw on his baggies. He jetted back down to the pool and found Helen laying face down in one of the loungers basking in the sun. The temperature was in the high seventies and the air was warm and dry. It was a perfect day. Jake sat on the lounger beside her and grabbed the Coppertone bottle that was on her towel. He put some oil on his hands, rubbed them together, and began applying the warm oil to her back.
"Ummm", she said, "I'll give you all day to cut that out."
Jake laughed as he made sure her back was covered, then started working on her legs. As he reached the top of her thighs, he slipped his fingertips under her bottoms and smeared oil on her butt cheeks. Then, still under her suit, he ran his hand toward the juncture of her thighs. She oh'ed again and spread her legs slightly. Jake coated her pussy lips with the oil then abruptly removed his hand. She moaned in frustration then squealed as Jake cannon-balled into the pool, splashing her with his wake. She scrambled into the pool after him and jumped on his back. They horsed around whooping and splashing until Jake worked her into the corner of the pool and unfastened her top. She was not laughing now as he toyed with her nipples. She signed in pleasure as he slipped his hand into her bikini bottom and played with her oily clit. He was about to dispense with her bottoms when he looked at his watch -- almost 2:45. When he told her what time it was, she reluctantly fastened her top and Jake swam away from her. Within three minutes Angie came out of the house, home from school.
Angie told Jake that the news of his suspension was all over the school and many people were upset about it. Most planned to boycott the election tomorrow in protest. It was an empty gesture but about as far as they could take a school protest. His schoolmates felt bad for him but not bad enough to risk Skinner's ire. She retrieved her suit and joined them in the pool. Helen was back in the lounger as Angie avidly told him about her weekend with Tyler. She coyly whispered to him that Tyler got a sample of the good stuff and the sex had been wonderful. She told Jake that she was going to figure out a way for him to give Tyler some instruction in cunnilingus and it would be close to perfect. Her revelation was a little more information than he needed; but he told her he was happy for her.
Debbie and Melissa were home by three-thirty. Cheerleading practice was shortened because all the girls, not to mention Ms. Doane, were pissed off about Jake. Jake went into the house to be with Melissa when the phone started ringing. It was Erika and Helga checking to see if he was okay. After Erika, Beth called, then Rebecca. The phone rang constantly throughout the afternoon as one person after another checked on him. Helen took the phone off the hook for dinner. As soon as she replaced the handset on the cradle, it rang again. This time it was Superintendent Greer.
He and Helen spoke for about five minutes. Bill Greer told her that, from what he heard, Jake's punishment was arbitrary and capricious and he would talk to Principal Skinner tomorrow. What Helen did not know was that an outraged Victoria had buttonholed her husband as soon as he walked in the door. His adorable little wife's word that what happened was wrong was really all Bill needed. After placating Helen, Bill Greer called Skinner at home to tell him curtly he would be visiting Kennedy High School at nine to talk to him about his serious mishandling of the Jake Turner matter. Bill had no sooner hung up the phone than Victoria gracefully knelt in front of his chair and reached for his zipper.
"It makes me so hot when you are forceful like that, big daddy," she said in her little girl voice.
Elections, sans Jake, were held on schedule the next morning; only a couple hundred students voted out of an enrollment of fifteen hundred. Three times as many gave their homeroom teachers a slip of paper with something they thought needed changing. Bill Greer held a one-way conversation with a chastised Principal Skinner. Jake's suspension was vacated and his record expunged. The superintendent sat in Skinner's office while he called to apologize at length to Helen Turner. When Skinner hung up the phone, Greer told him that his career was going to be in the toilet if anything this stupid happened again.
Bill Greer walked down the hallway towards his wife's classroom and knocked on the door. Victoria came out into the hall and he told her what had happened. She threw her arms around him and gave him a steamy kiss that incinerated every rule in the student handbook.
"You are going to get so lucky tonight, Superintendent Studly," she whispered in his ear.
She walked back into her class to cheers as he strutted cockily down the hallway.
Jake was back in class by chemistry. Everyone was startled by his
reinstatement. Jake said it had been a misunderstanding and the problem
was solved. Actually, Skinner did manage to deny him any chance to be
elected class president. His first foray into public office had been a
miserable failure. Yet he learned a valuable lesson about going against
an established bureaucracy. Sometimes charging head on was not the best
way to accomplish a political goal, no matter how strong your backing.
It was a lesson Jake took to heart.