Sean shifted in bed enjoying the chance to wake up in a nice relaxed manner. His brain slowly started functioning. The first problem it addressed was the usual warmth in the bed. Unable to solve that problem, his brain slowly moved puzzle represented by the flesh under his hand. It took about three minutes for his brain to come to the conclusion that there was a woman in bed with him. A millisecond after coming to that conclusion, his eyes shot open.
"Good morning," Suzie said with a very satisfied smile on her face.
"Good morning," Sean said hoping that his breath wasn't bad.
"I've been waiting for you to wake up," Suzie said moving a hand under the sheet.
Sean was about to answer, but her hand reached its destination. His eyes settled on her breasts and his mouth just naturally moved to it. The next thirty minutes was a confused scramble while each tried their best to pleasure the other. Needless to say, they were quite successful in their attempt. Sean discovered that the doggy position was indeed a very nice position.
"I've waited years for that," Suzie said breathing hard.
"Oh yeah," Sean said. He thought about it for a second and then asked, "Years?"
"You bet," Suzie said with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Oh," Sean said. He looked over at her unable to believe that he was so lucky to be with a woman that was so pretty.
She sighed and said, "I'm going to have to go now. I promised Mom that I would be home before Dad woke up."
Wondering when she had made that promise, Sean looked at the clock and said, "It is nine o'clock."
"Oops, I'm late," Suzie said looking over at the clock.
"You don't look particularly worried," Sean said with a frown. He imagined that Mr. Emery was at home cleaning the guns and trying to decide which one to use on him.
"Since I'm late, I might as well be later," Suzie said licking her lips and then lifting the sheet.
"I don't understand," Sean said.
Smiling at him, Suzie said, "Let's do it again."
"That I understand," Sean said with a grin.
Before either had a chance to act on the decision, there was a knock on the door. His mother stuck her head in the room and said, "Time to have breakfast kids. We're going shopping for school clothes."
"Okay," Suzie said.
"You might want to take a shower before getting dressed, Suzie. Your mother brought over some clean clothes for you," Sean's mother said with a smile.
"Thank you, Mrs. Michaels," Suzie said.
"You might as well share the shower," his mother said right before closing the door.
"Uh," Sean said staring door after his mother had closed it. Pointing at the door, he asked, "Was that my mother?"
"Yes," Suzie said with a smile. She really liked the idea of taking a shower with Sean.
"She didn't make any comments," Sean said wondering if his mother had been replaced by a pod person.
After a nice long shower that ended only when they ran out of hot water, Sean and Suzie made their way to the kitchen. His mother was at the stove making French toast looking very domestic with a lacy apron and all. Looking over her shoulder, she asked, "Are you hungry?"
"Yes," Suzie answered.
"Uh, sure," Sean answered waiting for some other kind of comment about how he must have worked up an appetite.
"Did you sleep well, Suzy?" Sean's mother asked.
"Very well, Mrs. Michaels," Suzie answered in a conversational tone of voice.
"That's lovely," Sean's mother said.
Sean watched the conversation in disbelief. His mother said, "Your mother will be here soon and we'll all go to the mall after you've finished eating breakfast."
"I can't wait," Suzie said.
Sean's father shuffled into the room. His face was unshaved, his eyes were red, and his hair uncombed. While heading towards the coffee pot, he said, "God woman. You wore me out last night. What got into you?"
"If I remember correctly, it was you," Sean's mother answered with a wink and a grin.
Sean groaned and covered his ears. He was afraid that he was going to hear a lot more before the breakfast was over. Leaning over to Suzie, he said, "They are going to torture us with tales of their sex life. My worst nightmare comes true."
"I think it is kind of sweet," Suzie said.
Sean's father poured a cup of coffee and looked around the kitchen. Noticing Suzie, he looked down at his cup of coffee for a second and then over at his wife. She was standing with her back to him. He smiled when an idea crossed his mind. He put down his cup of coffee and walked over to his wife. Reaching around her, he grabbed her breasts. The effect on Sean's mother was immediate. She stood up straight and shivered. Sean's father said, "We're going to talk about how Suzie ended up spending the night here."
"No," Sean's mother said. She rubbed her legs together and moaned. When her husband squeezed her nipples, she whimpered, "Oh God."
Not releasing his hold of the woman's nipples, Sean's father said, "Sean, watch the food so that it doesn't burn."
"Stop doing that to my nipples. Oh, yes ... just like that. Stop it. You know what that does to me," Sean's mother begged. Her face was turning red. She started breathing heavily. She whimpered and then said, "Oh God. Oh God. Oh dear Lord."
Sean's father directed his wife out of the kitchen. She stumbled when her legs threatened to give out on her. He picked her up and carried her out of the room. Just as they left the kitchen, he said, "You're going to tell me all about it, aren't you?"
"Anything, just don't stop," Sean's mother begged.
Sean stumbled over to the frying pan and stared down at the French toast. He said, "I'm damaged for life."
"Did you see that?" Suzie asked amazed. She nudged him out of the way and took over cooking breakfast.
"Unfortunately, I did," Sean said.
Suzie said, "That was so amazing the way your Dad was able to take control over your mother like that. She was putty in his hands."
"Uh, yeah," Sean said. He couldn't remember his father ever doing that before. His mother had turned into a bowl of gelatin.
"I swear I could see your mother's nipples all of the way across the room," Suzie said.
"Can we not talk about that?" Sean asked with a groan.
Suzie put two more slices of bread in the frying pan and said, "My Dad does that to Mom sometimes. Rather than playing with her nipples, he nibbles on her ear. She squeaks and then meekly follows him off to the bedroom."
"I'm not going to be able to look an adult in the eye for the rest of my life," Sean said shaking his head. First it was the Baxters, then his parents, and now Suzie's parents.
"It kind of excited me to watch him do that to your mother," Suzie said.
"Huh?" Sean said realizing that he was a whole lot more like Max than he had thought. Parents weren't supposed to be doing things like that, particularly where their children could see.
"You know," Suzie said looking a little embarrassed. She focused on preparing the breakfast.
"Uh, yeah," Sean said having no idea what she was talking about.
"Good," Suzie said. She put the two pieces of French toast on a plate and said, "Breakfast is ready."
"Oh, let me get the syrup," Sean said racing over to the refrigerator. He had just reached for the bottle when it dawned on him what Suzie was saying. His voice cracked when he said, "Oh!"
The young couple had just finished eating breakfast when there was a knock on the front door. Lily answered it and sent Mrs. Emery into the kitchen. On arriving she announced, "Sorry I'm late."
"Late?" Sean asked.
Looking around, Mrs. Emery asked, "Where's your mother, Sean?"
"Uh, Dad is having a little talk with her," Sean answered. He didn't think his parents would appreciate him announcing what they were doing to the world.
"He grabbed her nipples?" Mrs. Emery asked.
Surprised, Suzie asked, "How did you know?"
Mrs. Emery sat down at the table and answered, "Your Dad nibbled on my ears. He had the whole story about you spending the night here before we made it to the kitchen table."
"Kitchen table?" Sean asked with a worried frown. He wasn't sure what disturbed him more, the fact that her father had the whole story or the bit about the kitchen table. He decided the fact that Suzie's father knew about her spending the night was the most worrisome. The full implications of that dawned on him. He groaned and said, "I'm dead."
Mrs. Emery reached across the table and patted Suzie's hand. She said, "Enjoy this time while you can. Once Sean discovers your magic spot he'll be the one in charge."
"Huh? Sean asked.
"Is that so bad?" Suzie asked with a smile.
"Not really," Mrs. Emery said with a sigh. With a satisfied expression on her face, she sighed again and said, "That man of mine fucked me until I was a blithering idiot. This has been the best morning I've had in a long time."
"Did she just say fucked?" Sean asked Suzie unable to believe what Mrs. Emery had said.
Mrs. Emery turned to him and said, "Watch your language. There are ladies present."
"Yes, Mrs. Emery," Sean said wondering if he was dreaming. He got up to clear the dishes. While carrying the plates over to the sink, he thought about what Mrs. Emery had said about her husband nibbling on her ears. Returning to the table, he stopped behind Suzie. Curious, he leaned over and nibbled on her ear. She squeaked and then shivered.
Seeing Suzie's reaction, Mrs. Emery said, "Too late. He's got you now."
Wide-eyed, Suzie asked, "What was that?"
"He found your magic spot," Mrs. Emery answered.
"What does that mean?" she asked. She nearly melted when Sean nibbled on her ear again. She squeaked, rubbed her legs together and asked, "What's happening to me?"
Before Mrs. Emery had a chance to answer, Sean's mother entered the kitchen. She looked over at Mrs. Emery and said, "I'm sorry I'm late. I'm afraid that he knows everything."
"Don't worry about it. My husband nibbled on my ear this morning. He knows everything," Mrs. Emery said.
"I'm going to die," Sean said forgetting all about Suzie's ear. He hoped that Mr. Emery was a good shot. He was afraid that Mr. Emery would shoot his toe off and then watch as he bled to death. If death was inevitable, then he wanted to be put out of his misery as quickly as possible.
Suzie whispered, "Can we sneak off to your room for a minute?"
"Huh?" Sean asked unable to believe that she would even suggest that in front of her mother.
"Let's head out to the mall," Sean's mother said.
Suzie rose from her chair and asked, "Can we stop by Shirley's Treasures?"
"Of course," Mrs. Emery said heading towards the front door.
Sean's mother said, "That's a great idea. My husband completely destroyed the last outfit I got there in his rush to get it off of me. He was an animal that night."
With visions of spending the next two hours during the drive to the mall listening to the mothers talking about sex, Sean followed them out of the house. He said, "This is going to be the worst day of my life."
Holding his hand, Suzie asked, "Are you going to help me pick something out?"
"Uh," Sean said imagining Suzie giving him a fashion show right there in the store.
His mother answered, "Of course we will."
"Is there any chance you and Mrs. Emery could go shopping somewhere else?" Sean asked. His fantasies had fled like mice being chased by a cat.
Mrs. Emery laughed at the suggestion and answered, "No chance at all."
"I was afraid you'd say that," Sean said.
Two hours later Sean walked into Shirley's Treasures still holding Suzie's hand. His heart was pounding in his chest unable to believe that he was entering this temple dedicated to the sexy display of the female body. Shirley's Treasures had every kind of outfit that was capable of exciting a male. There were maid uniforms, garter belts, panties of every shape and size, bras that the covered the breasts and some that didn't, merry widows, and sheer gowns. There were displays of leather outfits and accessories. There was even a wall of sex toys. Sean had no idea where to look so he just stared at the floor.
He nearly fainted when Suzie picked up an outfit. He could see right through it. It was hard to catch his breath when she said, "I'm going to try this one on."
His excitement died when his mother ran over to a display and held up some kind of skimpy outfit. He could see right through it. He held his hand over his eyes when she said, "I'm going to try this one on."
"No," Sean said shaking his head. He squeezed his eyes shut.
"Oh. Look at this," Mrs. Emery exclaimed.
Sean zombie walked over to a chair and sat down. It took a few minutes before he became aware of Max sitting next to him. He looked over and said, "Hello, Max."
"Hello, Sean," Max said looking as bad as Sean felt.
"Suzie, her mother, and my mother are trying on outfits," Sean said numbly.
"Clea and my mother are trying on outfits," Max said slouching down in his chair.
"That's rough," Sean said shaking his head.
Max sighed and said, "Boy was I wrong about my parents."
"It's wrong," Sean said with a sigh.
"What?" Max asked.
"To have your mother around when your girlfriend is trying on sexy outfits," Sean said.
"It is worse knowing that your mother is trying on sexy outfits," Max said.
"You're right," Sean said. Just imagining it was making him feel ill.
Looking over at Sean, Max asked, "Can we change the subject?"
"Good idea," Sean said. There was squealing from the changing rooms. He couldn't tell who was making the noise. It could have been Suzie or Mrs. Emery.
"Clea told me that they fixed your truck yesterday morning. How is it?" Max asked.
"It is better than new," Sean answered feeling a lot more comfortable now that they were discussing a manly subject. His relief was short-lived.
Clea walked out wearing some weird outfit made of leather and decorated with chains. She posed and asked, "How do you like this, Max?"
Max's eyes glazed over and he answered, "Uh."
Satisfied by his reaction, Clea turned around and walked back to the dressing room saying, "You were right. He likes it."
Max collapsed in his chair and said, "I don't want to talk about it."
"I understand," Sean said feeling butterflies taking flight in his stomach. He was pretty sure that he was going to be treated to a fashion show as well. He said, "What happens in Shirley's stays in Shirley's."
"Agreed," Max said.
"Oh my God! Weird Sean and Mad Max are hanging out in Shirley's Treasures!"
Recognizing trouble when they heard it, both young men turned to look in the direction from which the voice had originated. With his heart sinking to his stomach, Sean said, "Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse, it did."
Debbie said, "I always knew you two were perverts. I can't wait to tell everyone at school about this."
Suzie chose that moment to step out of the dressing room wearing a skimpy little outfit that covered almost nothing. Even what was covered, wasn't. She posed and asked, "Do you like it?"
"Uh," Sean said forgetting how to talk.
Satisfied with his reaction, Suzie turned around and headed back towards the dressing room. As she walked, she said, "You were right. He likes it."
"Slut," Debbie said freezing Suzie in her tracks.
Suzie slowly turned to look at Debbie. She was about to slap the woman when a rather large paddle held by a lacy bra flew across the room and hit Debbie squarely on the rear. Sean stood up and, pointing a finger at Debbie, shouted, "You will not talk to Suzie that way!"
Debbie stared at the paddle that was maneuvering around to give her another swat. Unable to believe what she was seeing, she was frozen in place until a second swat landed on her rear. She screamed and turned around. The paddle tried to move behind her. She turned some more. Suzie was having a hard time controlling her laughter, but Sean was still angry.
Hearing the disturbance, Clea ran out of the dressing room. Seeing what was happening, she shouted, "Sean! Stop it!"
There was a long low growl from the back of the store. Clea looked towards the back of the store when the saleslady screamed. Putting a hand to her forehead, she said, "That sounds like a troll."
"Uh oh," Sean said not liking the sound of that. He looked towards the back of the store. The paddle and bra dropped to the floor when a large crash filled the air.
The troll lumbered toward the front of the store. It didn't walk down the aisle, but through the displays. Lace and leather flew through the air while metal racks were stomped into the floor. Debbie chose that moment to make a strategic retreat out of the store. Max stared at the frightening looking creature. The creature stopped in front of Sean and asked, "Who you? What you?"
"I'm Sean. I'm a human."
"Me Stomp. Me Troll," the troll said. Having exhausted a significant fraction of his vocabulary, he turned and headed out the door taking out another dozen displays as he went.
In the quiet aftermath of the troll's passing, Sean finally managed to say, "Troll?"
"Didn't we tell you to never use your magic in anger?" Clea asked putting her hands on her hips.
"No, you didn't," Sean answered. He leaned back and looked through the door of the store. Stomp had marched straight across the hallway of the mall and smashed his way through the wall.
"Oops," Clea said snapping her fingers. She looked away and said, "I knew there was something we forgot to mention."
Feeling a little guilty, Sean said, "I take it that I'm not supposed to use magic when I'm angry."
"That's right. If you had hurt her, you could have brought back an Ogre. Don't even ask what would have happened if you had killed her," Clea said.
"What would have happened?" Suzy asked wide-eyed.
"If Sean had killed her he could have brought back a Banshee," Clea said with a shiver. No one liked Banshees.
"What's the troll going to do?" Sean asked worried about what he had just done.
"Oh, trolls like to destroy things until they find a bridge. He'll move under the bridge and charge people a toll to cross it," Clea answered.
Suzie said, "I don't think the police will like that."
"You're right," Max said nodding his head. He looked at Suzie wondering what men found attractive about that kind of outfit. He looked back at Clea appreciating the leather bra she was wearing.
Realizing that Max was there, Suzie headed back towards the changing room. Clea followed behind her and asked, "Can you believe that Max likes this outfit?"
Suzie stopped and looked over at Clea. Tilting her head to the side, she said, "Yes, I can."
"Chom and the rest of Dwarves liked the other leather outfit a lot. I wonder what they would think of this one," Clea said stroking her beard. She had been quite surprised to find them all waiting for her to leave the Baxters' house earlier that morning.
Mrs. Emery came out of the dressing room wearing a black lace outfit that revealed a lot more than Sean wanted to see. She said, "That's not too surprising. Tough guys go for leather."
Wearing a tight black leather outfit, Mrs. Baxter joined her and said, "Nice guys go for lace."
Max looked at his mother and wilted. Anguished, he said, "No!"
Mrs. Emery looked at Mrs. Baxter and commented, "You look good in that."
"Thanks. You look good in that outfit," Mrs. Baxter said.
Sean's mother stepped out and said, "Wow. You look great in leather."
Seriously disturbed by the conversation taking place among the mothers, Max and Sean slinked back to their seats with hands covering their eyes. Plopping down in the chair, Max said, "What happens in Shirley's stays in Shirley's."
"Agreed," Sean said falling into his chair.
"Everyone stay where you are!"
Max looked at the door and said, "It just gets better and better. Now the police are here."
The women scrambled back into the dressing rooms. A police officer approached Sean and Max. He asked, "What happened here?"
"A troll appeared over there," Sean answered pointing towards the back of the store, "and left the mall over there."
"A troll?" the officer asked studying the path of destruction that led through the store.
"Yes," Max said nodding his head. He realized that he could always claim insanity. He'd already been in the hospital once and wasn't too worried about visiting there again. They would just increase his medication.
In a rather skeptical tone of voice, the officer asked, "Would you mind describing this troll?"
Shifting uncomfortably in his chair, Sean said, "If he were to stand up straight, he'd be about your height. He was wearing a loincloth. He's got tufts of black hair sticking out in patches on the top of his head. His face is so ugly that it could curdle milk. He's got a hook nose the length of a small banana. He's got gnarly arms the size of tree trunks and feet about the size of skateboards."
"You don't say?" the policeman asked while reaching for his handcuffs.