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{Having discovered who has the power to turn him into a girl, John finds there may be yet another with power over him.} Jeanni Lamphear Will Make Your Wishes Come True 4-5: The Beat Goes On By Ron Dow75 4: What Good's a Crue? Jeanni Lamphear, the Golden Girl of Entertainment, left the Colgate Manse at more than 3:30 in the morning. 'HE' was totally dejected. "Great! How am I going to break this stupid spell. It's bad enough I've got I have to worry about four perverts, but I also be on my guard with eight totally different girls. --One of which is my little sister!" "I didn't know Jeanni had a little sister." "Quiet, Ernest: We're following her, remember?" BEN tried to quiet him. "We have to not let her know we're watching her," STAN said in his quiet voice. "I'm real good at that!" WILLY said. "You were never good at that. Your breathing through your mouthful of drool always gives you away," ERNEST said with disgust. "What a bunch of losers," JEAN said, crossing the street. "Did you hear that, she already knows we're following her!" ERNEST said, straightening up. "So what?" BEN said, pushing him back down. "We've got to practice for when she doesn't know." "Yeah," STAN agreed. "We wished her here, and we're her, uh..." "Masters!" WILLY said, slavering. "We're not her master!" ERNEST said, rising back up again. "What mortal can be the master of an Angel?!" "I have to pretend I don't hear them. If I don't, I'm going to have to talk to them. And if I talk to them, somebody's going to get hurt," JEAN muttered to 'himself'. Across the street were the row of duplexes lit some porch lights. 'He' stopped inside the white line on the road that marked the 'sidewalk'. He gazed up at the duplex nearest 'his' corner. "I wish I could explain to Dyan what happened. But she wouldn't understand. "Cripes!" 'He' said, kicking a pebble off the 'sidewalk' into the gravel that separated it from the rockery that was the side of the tier that the duplexes and that half of the sloping block was on. "She doesn't even understand I'm not a girl." "Willy!" "You ran in front of us, and nearly trip us up!" "Yeah! It's dark out here!" "The dark is for hiding; and lurking; and skulking..." WILLY said. "Wouldn't you know he'd be literate in those words!" ERNEST said. "Where did she go?!" STAN said. "We lost her already?!" BEN said. "No! No!!" WILLY cried. "We just got her tonight! We haven't done anything with her, yet!" "Oh, no! Look at this!" BEN cried, holding up his wrist. "My personal computer says the police patrol is due! We've got to hide!" "Right! Sooner or later, something's going on the record!" ERNEST said. "We've got to go back into the house!" STAN said. "No, no, no! We've got to find her!" WILLY insisted. "But where did she go?!" ERNEST asked. "Quick! Around the corner!" BEN told them. "Aw, cripes!" JEAN said, 'his' back up against the rockery around the corner. 'He' looked around, and made a dash towards 'his' house further down the block on the other side. 'He' ducked low, trying to put the parked cars between 'him' and 'his' 'honor guard'. (Would 'he' ever get use to boobs!? But it was only their movements that won 'his' attention away from the wideness between 'his' waist and knees.) On 'his' way across this street, 'he' saw a patrol car on the next block further down. "Of course they'd break their schedule, what with all that's been happening around here tonight! Probably even called in a backup!" 'He' got onto the walkway to 'his' front door, where 'he' stopped: "I can't go in there looking like this!!" 'He' looked around, "Think! Think!" Not thinking of anything better, 'he' made a dash for the door of the next house. The security lights went on immediately. Jean threw 'himself' against the nearest objet d'art, and froze. Dumb move. Not only did the lights shine on the yard, but the shiny, abstract bronze "Dancer of Ribbon" had Christmas lights strung around the metal ribbon that was all there was of her body. The front door opened. "My wish didn't come true. You're back." Miss FLOWER said. She was in her unisex bathrobe, pink mules; her long raven hair looked barely mussed. "You're not one of the twelve," JEAN said, hurrying for the door. "...Luckily," 'he' said, as 'he' passed her going into the house. "Twelve? Friends of yours?" "Hardly. Can I use your phone? The right word from somebody, and Jeanni Lamphear will be gone." "If it means getting rid of you, go ahead," MAE Flower said to the woman younger and more beautiful than her. "Thanks. Er, it's a private call," JEAN said even as 'he' picked up the cordless. "I'll take it in, uh, Ernest's room." "You're his... Why would you have anything to do with him?!" THE WOMAN asked the other woman as she headed down the nearest hall (the one to, this week's, Flower's bedroom). When Jean heard the front door open, 'he' ducked into her room. "Made it! Let the guys deal with Mr. Smith!" "They'd rather face Colgate's stooge lawyer than me, uh?" MAE Flower said, pleased. "They think that my mom is back. I tried to tell them she works at night, and can't-" "Ernest," a now annoyed MAE asked, "Jeanni Lamphear broke into our house, and dragged you off into the night." "Well, er, right. But that was only to get Stan and the rest of the Crue to meet at Ben's," EARNEST confessed. "She wanted all of you perverts!?! ...And I thought she was- That is one warped woman," MAE said. EARNEST protested, "Don't say that about my every idol moment's thought, my vision of a better life, my guiding star of my lost soul, my--" "Enough!" FLOWER said. "I know those showbiz types like sycophant fans, but even that's too much! Why can't you be like a normal male, and talk in simple-minded prose?" "I can't help it. Even before John moved next door, I was in love with her...When I saw her in 'The Hormone Horror Horde, Part Trois'!" EARNEST 's mind flashed to that first 'encounter'. "I thought it had something to do with hormones," FLOWER said scornfully. HE continued with his daydreaming, "Then, to find out John's mother actually works for the company that manages Jeanni!" "Well, they're not doing a good job of managing her, from what I can see," FLOWER said. "--Jeanni Lamphear is more than just a property: She's an artist, with a free spirit; she shouldn't be condemned to a life on the road: Every day a new place, new people, and a new performance, twice on matinees!" MAE's opinion of the boy was just re-confirmed. "I can certainly see why Erin sued that sperm bank." "How do you know my father wasn't a famous poet?!" "Because you can't rhyme?" "Grr! 'There is a bright star named Lamphear; that she is bewitching is quite clear; but there, deep underneath; She awaits in her sheath; for her knight of true love to appear!'" "Okay! It rhymed! But a limerick?! Limericks are for perverts!" "What did he say!" JOHN Smith wanted to shout, now that his own body had replaced Jeanni Lamphear's. "I wasn't paying any attention to his nonsense!" "Perverts do not talk of true love!" "'True love'??" JOHN wondered aloud. "Does that mean I'm hers? Or I'm mine?" +++ Having gotten out through Flower's balcony and emergency roll-down ladder, JOHN Smith was still trying to figure things out as he entered his own house through the sliding glass door of the basement rec room. "...Wouldn't Ernest wish he was Jeanni's true love? Is he such an idiot idealist to wish she would find any true love? And I think the tense was wrong, too. There was something wrong with the way Dyan worded her "unwish", too. What does that mean: Maybe that I get a say in the interpretation? Well, that'll make it easier for me to change!" He had stretched his foot up to the third step of the stairs up to the main floor, when he thought of something: "That doesn't mean I secretly wish I was her, does it!??!" +++ "Your friends are waiting to see you," John's little SISTER said. "What..." JOHN said, not wanting to wake up. His bed felt too good, and his eyes felt too bad. "I told them you were asleep, but they said they couldn't wait any longer," POLLY said. "Let them wait. It was 'cause of them I was up late. Not to mention being arrested." JOHN went back to hugging his pillow. "Never send a girl to do a man's job!" BEN Colgate said, entering John's room. "You're not a man! You're fifteen!" POLLY told him back. "I'm more of a man than you are," there was definitely a grin in his voice. =Why did he have to say that?= JOHN asked himself with a groan. "JOHN!" BEN said, bouncing John's bed. "You missed all the excitement!" "'Excitement'?!" STAN said, speaking up, at last. "We've ruined the life of our fantasy girl!" "And we didn't even get our fantasy!" WILLY said. "Disasters are always exciting!" BEN continued with his smiling voice. "Then you admit it was a disaster!!" JOHN rose up in his bed, unable to ignore that attitude. "What disaster?!!" POLLY asked, interested. "All good stories have disasters! Then the heroes, or, perhaps, in this case, the heroes come to the rescue, and everybody has a happy ending!" BEN justified his attitude. "Those are stories!!" JOHN yelled. "In real life, there's no guarantee of a happy ending!" "In the plays the critics like, there may be happy endings, but only after things get serious," STAN the drama student told them. "That's why acting is called 'drama'." "That's why they're just plays," BEN told him. "The shows that pay the bills give the people what they want!" "What people want is sex and violence," JOHN said sourly, laying his back against his headboard as he crossed his arms. "Yeah! That's what I want," WILLY said, with an expression on his chubby little face that let you know that he did. "Especially the sex!" "Why do you think just about all of Jeanni Lamphear's movies have been cheap slashers and dumb spoofs." "But her TV show wasn't like that!" BEN said. "The contrast! The contrast!" WILLY said with an expression, now, that?" "You do that in my room, and I'll kick your butt out of here--hard!!" JOHN said, leaning forward as he struck the top of his blanket with his fist. "Why is he being so violent?" STAN asked. "Actually, he's just threatening," BEN said. "Don't I even get that kind of sex!!" WILLY said frustrated, but not enough to stop him from?" "That's it!!" JOHN yelled, leaping out of his bed. "There's the violence," STAN said, standing behind the larger boy. "But not before the sex," BEN noted, as John literally kicked the smaller boy out of the bedroom door. "Wow!" POLLY said, watching the boy smaller than herself bounce off two walls. "He's like a toon!" "The jerk would have to be well-padded," JOHN seethed. "He's also double jointed," STAN added, as he saw Willy pick himself up. "And he has fewer dermal receptors than the normal person," BEN smiled, no doubt remembering the dossier he had on Willy. "If you need something risky done, Willy's your guy. ...If you can find the right motivation, that is." "Sex!" JOHN growled. (The mere mention of the word got a reaction from Willy.) "Eww!" POLLY said. "Doesn't he think of anything else?" "Willy is very primal," BEN proudly told her. "Eating is also very important to him, as you can see by his little weight problem." "'Little'?!" POLLY said. (Willy frowned.) "His height is the only thing little about him," JOHN said. "You would think that size would matter," handsome STAN said, at little self-conscious. (Willy looked down at the front of his pants.) "I didn't mean that!!" JOHN yelled. "What size do you mean?" POLLY asked Stan, thinking, perhaps, she could guess. (Willy headed off to the bathroom.) "Willy does have a touch of dwarfism," BEN said. "As in 'The Seven'?" POLLY asked. "No girl's going to remain 'Snow White' around him!!" "And he can be very inventive," BEN smiled. "When he wants to be." "Stay away from him, Polly!" her big brother told her. +++ JOHN could no longer hold off going to the bathroom. Only Willy was still in there. "Stop doing it in there, and Open up!!" he pounded the door. The toilet flushed; and when the door opened, John shoved him aside and went in. "If I hadn't taken sex-ed, I'd worry about letting Polly in here anytime soon." Then, =Polly!? What about Jeanni!?!= Slam! "Polly, do you have any Kotexes?" WILLY asked. Clunk! Went the door as it slammed into the bathroom wall when it was suddenly opened. "You keep your filthy perversions away from my sister!!" "Relax, John!" BEN tried to head off another attack. "You know how his family is. He uses them to, uh, "catch his accidents"!" "Speaking of accidents," POLLY grinned. "Aaangh!" JOHN throttled a scream. Slam! "I never heard of guys using them before," John heard POLLY say. "Sure!" BEN said. "They're just small diapers, aren't they? All you need is the safety pins, since they ride so high. And the number of "accidents" Willy has, he has to use something." "And your mom buys you your own? Or do you use the same ones as her and your sisters?" "They'd kill me if they found out!" "Good!!" JOHN yelled back through the door. "I'm Willy's supplier," BEN told Polly. "It was Ben's idea," WILLY told her. "It's one of the ways I keep his loyalty." "He thinks everybody's got a price!" JOHN yelled through the door again. "What's John's?" POLLY asked, gleeful over the chance to learn another of her big brother's few secrets. "I'll tell you," BEN said. "What!?!!" JOHN yelled. "Yes, what?!" STAN asked. "I know! I know!" WILLY volunteered. "I'll tell you, when John tells Willy's secret." "Grr-Ar!" JOHN again tried to hold back his frustration. "Rats," WILLY said. "And there are things you don't want your friends to know, Polly. Now, do you have any sanitary napkins that Willy can use?" "Er, well, you see... I mean, uh... Guys are not suppose to ask that!" "I guess you don't." +++ JOHN started the shower-bath. "I feel dirty in more ways than one." Before he got in, he looked again at himself in the medicine cabinet mirror. "Yes, I'm still me." John was from California, and while he hadn't been a surfer, or done extreme sports very often, he did have an okay body (=for a fifteen-year- old=, he thought, flexing). His pecs, abs, and other muscles weren't defined, but they were there (=if you looked for them=). He was an average height, and an average weight (=as defined by old doctors' charts, not current American statistics=). His red hair (=more brown, now=), freckles, and gray-blue eyes, though, weren't exactly average (=but in America, what is? My freckles do make me part brown, don't they?=) But all of his other body parts were average (=maybe above average=). He turned himself sideways to the mirror; and his gaze rose. "No boobs." =Good. Stupid things! How do girls stand those...= John studied 'himself' more closely, =Hmm... The last time I measure myself, I was five six-and-a-half. Jeanni's bio says she's five eight, even. That would mean her breasts come just about...here on me,= he thought, placing a hand across about an inch and a half above his own nipples. =No. Real boob nipples ride lower. Don't they?= he thought, lowering the hand. =Of course, they weren't real boobs. Were they? I'm sure I felt something underneath them; between the muscles and the, uh... I held them, for cripes sake!! You'd think I'd remember that! It was just about the first time I actually got to touch some!! They were mine for freaking out loud!= As the steam from the shower finally fogged up the mirror, he said, "Oh, yeah; they were mine. I kind of had a sensory and emotional overload going." John turned, and stepped into the tub, "You know, looking back, when I had her body, I sort of had my own, too; like I was remembering the way my body should be." He pulled the shower curtain closed, "...But, now, that I have my own back, I can barely remember what hers was like. Why? Overload? Too strange? ...I really can't stand the idea of being a girl? Even one as totally babilicious as Jeanni?" He'd gotten the soap and was now lathering himself. "Don't tell me you'd rather do this with this body?" After a long minute, he said (as if he were testing a sound system), "I wish I were Jeanni, again." Nothing. "Jeanni Lamphear?" He sighed. +++ Out in the Smith's living room: "Where's your dad?" BEN asked Polly. SHE frowned at him (and the other boys), "He's in his office. One screech, and he'll be here." "I doubt that," BEN said confidently. "I was in the garage when they were changing it over. Everything was soundproofed. A lawyer has to have his quiet 'study'." "You're not as good a snoop as you thought, then. Screech, or say the password, and the intercom system is turned on." "Oh, wow! Can you screech for us?!" STAN asked. "You want her old man out here?" BEN asked. "I want to see how the gizmo works. My father won't allow any in the house. Not even a TV!" "Not even a TV!?" POLLY gasped. "How can you live without TV?!" "It does handicap an aspiring actor," STAN said forlornly. And he dropped down on the nearest wingback chair. POLLY tried to imagine an actor without... "That's what he gets from you!" she said to Ben Colgate. Ben said nothing, but let his smile suggest she was right. "Never mind that!" WILLY said, coming up to her. "What's the password?!" "Why do you want to know?!" SHE said. "I just want to know," HE said. "It's not like it's going to help you break in!" "Then you shouldn't mind telling us." "Then you shouldn't mind not knowing!" "You can always change it!" "Yeah, and have to tell Daddy why he has to?!" "Ha!!" WILLY grinned, satisfied. "I told you Willy could be very inventive when he wanted to be," BEN said, sitting in the other wingback. "What??" POLLY got in front of the small coffee table that was beside but not between both chairs. "You just told him that the security is keyed to your Dad's voice," BEN said, settling in. "I did not! There're a hundred ways besides voice!" "I'm a good enough snoop to know what kind of security system he has," BEN smiled. "Did you see her expression when she said it wasn't a voice-keyed one?" STAN said. "What does he think he is? A human lie-detector, or something? Why do you guys want to know about our security!?!" POLLY asked, deeply suspicious. "Don't worry, we're not going to break-in," BEN said. "We're not?" WILLY asked, disappointed. He sat down on the other end of the coffee table from her. "There just may come a time when the intercom may come in useful," and saying it, reminded BEN to play his fingers up and down his left sleeve, "Zee, ef... ef, ef... zee..." "What are you doing?" POLLY asked. "Shh!" WILLY told her as he watched in admiration bordering on adoration. "It's the ultimate personal computer!" STAN said, standing in wonder. "He's leaving himself a memo!" "A memo?" "A mnemonic! If it's good enough, the next time he needs to remember something, he'll know to ask the computer." "The computer does his thinking for him? Even he knows he's not very smart, hunh?" POLLY crossed her arms. "It almost can!" BEN said, paying no attention to the implication. "It has a Samur-AI 3000 program." "The 'AI' means, 'artificial intelligence'," STAN told Polly. "And the 'Samur-' part means that the greatest manga-fans of Japan had design input," WILLY said, still staring at Ben and his gizmo. "'Manga'?" POLLY asked. "Those are Japanese comics," STAN told her. "Pop got it for me to help organize and protect my collections, because they're worth a lot of money," BEN said. "But with the way I have it set up with my mnemonic system, it has the imagination of dreams!" And his pleased smile became a grin: "My dreams. Only I can use really use it, because it uses my chain of thought associations. That's the whole secret of mnemonics." "It's better than any code!" STAN said; to which of them, Polly wasn't sure. BEN said, "You only need codes because humanity is Qwerty- Bell." "Oh, I get it," POLLY frowned, still seeking to get a few hits in on the losers, "'Nonsense in, nonsense out'." The front door suddenly opened: "Where is he?! Has he done anything to her, yet?!" a woman demanded to know. "Mommy??!!" POLLY cried, as surprised as everybody else. All of the boys but Willy rose. "John's mom?!" BEN said, looking at the brassy redhead in the large round glasses carrying a briefcase. "The talent agent?!" STAN the actor said, noting her well- made burgundy dress suit, complete with a red-white-and-blue ascot-like scarf. "She's not bad looking for a girl that old," WILLY said. "She could use some plastic surgery, though." "Hello, Polly," JANE Smithson said to her youngest. "Hello... whoever you may be," she said to the others. "Now: Can any of you tell me where my ex-husband is?!" "I'll go get him!!" POLLY volunteered, heading towards her and the door. "He's in his office," BEN told the woman. "Typical. I assume he has the same passwords?" "Mommy, that's what they want! Don't say--" Too late: "'Take your damned Lamphear'." "That's the password??" STAN said. "A mnemonic," BEN said. 5: A Boy and His Mom JANE Smithson took hold of her twelve-year-old daughter, and held her back to her own front, "I know you can hear me, Jack!" the 35-year-old-woman told the thin air. "Hiding in your office isn't going to save you!" "Er, Mommy, Daddy changed the password," POLLY said, eying the three boys standing across from her in the living room. "Don't make Mommy go to him, darling," SHE urged, giving her arms a little squeeze. "It wouldn't be good tactics." "No, Mommy," POLLY said, hanging her head. "Daddy didn't want us say 'damn'. The password's now, 'Take your Jeanni'." Slam! Went the bathroom door. +++ With only a towel around her hips, a very naked 'Jeanni Lamphear' made a dash down the back hall for John's bedroom. "What?" JANE asked herself as she noticed the flash of skin down the hallway to her left. "Jeanni!?" Slam! Went the door at the end of the hall. "And she doesn't have any clothes on!" POLLY said out loud. "What!??!" came Poll's DAD's voice out of the intercom system. "What!??!" THE BOYS ran in front of the females. Willy got there first, but then he had to get in front of Stan, then Ben, then-- "Keep away from her!!" JANE Smithson ordered. "She just got out of the bath!" POLLY, now behind them all, said, "I know she sleeps nude, but what else does she do nude? I mean, what kind of girl wears a towel like that?!" "Like what?!!" WILLY wanted to know. "I need to talk to Jeanni," Polly's MOM said to her. "Can I trust these characters?" "No! They're John's friends," POLLY said. "Hmm," THE WOMAN said, sizing up the teen boys. "You know the exits. How would you like a reward?" "A reward?!" STAN smiled. "And," SHE smiled for them, "you can do anything it will take to stop her." "An, anything??" WILLY said, clearly having his own definition. +++ A distinguished looking dark haired man wearing a suit without a coat came in: "Jane!! Here five seconds, and you're already causing a calam--" But JACK Smith had to get out of his own doorway, as that Willy Peters came tearing for it. "I get the bedroom window!!" WILLY cried dibs. "I get the patio under the balcony!" STAN put in his. "What about you!?!" JACK's EX frowned at BEN. "I'm going into the kitchen, and take a seat," he smiled as he did head for the block of rooms that took up the middle of the house, with the living room on this side, and the halls all around it. "Everybody stop at once!!!" But nobody was paying JACK Smith any attention. +++ "Too... small!!" JEAN cried, as 'he' tried to pull his jeans up past those thighs that look so good in the photos (I thought they were thinner than this!) and past 'his' "big" butt. 'He' nearly tripped, as he pulled open the drawer were he kept 'his' T-shirts. 'He' ripped down the jeans with one hand, even as he tried to put the shirt on with the other. 'He' soon found out it was too tight, too. "Doesn't anything fit!?" 'He' wanted to yell, kicking the useless jeans away. "Girls are meant to be smaller!!" 'His' thumbs around the neck of the shirt, 'he' looked back in the draw. Then 'he' looked around 'his' room: Used and semi- used clothes were laying about everywhere. "My baggy stuff!!" JEAN grinned, racing for the nearest articles, still half in the tee shirt. While 'he' was bending over, 'he' heard something trying to scrabble up the side of the house outside his window. +++ Willy finally got his head about the window, and--was hit square in the face by an "American History" textbook. He lost his grip, and fell backwards to one of the landings of the side path by the house. +++ "Jeanni, it's me! JANE Smithson! You remember me: I'm a junior partner of "Rintin, Tinasta, and Totolassi"!" There was no answer. "It's not locked?" "Trust a teenage boy alone!?!" his FATHER said about the ridiculous suggestion. Getting her answer, Jane barged into the room. "Boys haven't evolved a bit," SHE said, noting the mess as she searched for her quarry. "Sorry, but the maid refuses to come in here!" JACK said, following after. "Yeah," POLLY giggled, running over to look under the bed. "Ms. Flower doesn't like boys." Seeing that a pile of magazines (comics, and men's) had tumbled onto the floor from an open sliding closet door, JANE said, "I hope your domestic problems are limited to this room." "They're not," HER EX frowned at his chief one as he stopped to stand in the middle of the room. POLLY turned around to look at the back of John's computer desk in the corner by her mom; it was turned around so people couldn't catch him surfing sites he wasn't old enough to. "He must have escaped!" she said, and raced for the closed balcony door. "Doesn't John ever hang anything up!?" his MOM exclaimed, looking at what covered the floor inside the closet. She thought about going in, "Jeanni could be hiding under any of that--" She was stopped by an idea. She looked over her shoulder at the large pile of bedcovers lying on the floor at the foot of the bed. Suddenly the sheets and blanket rose up. "Jeanni!! It's not good for your career to keep running out in the middle of concerts!" 'Jeanni' wasn't listening to her. 'He' had on only a pair of men's pants that had no belt, and a flannel shirt 'he' hadn't had time to put on. Not wanting to go out side while clutching a blanket and sheet around unsecured clothing, Jean turned the corner to flee down the back hall for the door at its end that led to both 'his' dad's office, and master bedroom. 'He' came up short, when 'he' saw that Ben was sitting in a kitchen chair in front of that escape route. "...I know it's become a grind, darling; that's why I'm here! We're going to repackage you!" Jean snapped 'his' head back over 'his' shoulder. They were coming out of 'his' room. The only exit left for 'him' was: The bathroom!! Slam! +++ 'His' shoulders leaning against the door, JEAN noted, "I tried to get to my bedroom because I didn't want to be trapped here!" "...The tour is more than two-thirds over: What do you say we let our lawyers worry about the law suits." "That's not what lawyers are for!!" HER EX cried in frustrated professional pride. "Lawyers are for whatever a clients wants them for!" (Jean let the covers fall to the floor.) As 'his' folks fell into one of their stale arguments, again, Jean put on the large flannel shirt. "Think! Think!" JEAN said as 'he' buttoned the shirt down over 'his' boobs, while keeping 'his' pants up as best 'he' could by spreading the legs and knees apart. "The simplest thing would be for me to just go out there, and wait for my chance to get out of the house. Yeah. Only, once she gets me near her, Mom'll suck me into her vortex, and never give me another chance again. I've got to think of something else!" "Where's John?" POLLY asked. "He's missing all of the fun!" "John!?!" his DAD cried, realizing what had just happened: "That girl was hiding in his room!!" "Relax, Jack! Do you actually think Jeanni Lamphear is going to have anything to do with a fifteen-year-old?" his MOM said, confident in his (or so Jean was thinking) incompetence. "That's right, you have more important things to be concerned about than your own children!" JACK attacked. "I care about John and Polly deeply," JANE said, offended. "They are my kids, too! They understand about priorities. John is Jeanni's biggest fan: He only wishes the best for her. Ask him when you see him!" "'If' we see him," POLLY said. "Where is that kid!!" JACK yelled. "I wish he was--" "Don't say it! Just don't say it!!" 'Jeanni' cried, throwing the door open. "Polly'll be wishing to see John, too!" "Why would I want that?" POLLY turned up her nose while trying to look around the adults in her way. She then grinned as if she'd discovered a big gossip secret: "Grubbies!" she said, spotting the woman trying to keep her pants up. "She doesn't look like her usual "adolescent boy toy" self," JACK frowned. "Those days are over!" JANE Smithson said, wrapping an arm around the shoulders of a woman an inch or two shorter than herself. "If you hadn't noticed, Jeanni is no longer a teener. The public certainly has. It's time for our 'child star' to grow up!" "'Grow up'??" JEAN squeaked, afraid that what she meant was the same as the idea that had just popped into 'his' head. +++ 'His' MOM's breast bumping up against 'his' own as she refused to let go of her 'star client', Jean was guided out of the back hall, and around towards the living room. "Jeanni was the heartthrob of every teenage boy who had to watch what they brought into the house. But those boys, like her, have grown up: They've left their parents house. They no longer have to cater to the morality of others. In fact! If they live with other guys, like in fraternities, they have to prove their maleness! The Old Jeanni's poster just won't do!" This was definitely going the way Jean feared it would. "You're going to put more "sex" in 'sex symbol'!" POLLY grinned. "No way!! That's not for me! Uh, hunh! I can't do any of that stuff!!" "You?!!" JANE smiled, finally relaxing her grip. "Don't tell me that's not how you got to this nowhere place." "What did she do?! What did she do?!" POLLY asked, full of the interest of a girl just a few long months away from being an official teenager. Polly's MOM remained focused on her client, "How many times have you found a fan you could tease something out of? Like, say... a trip on a private jet, hmm?" "Jeanni's a tease?!" both POLLY and JEAN said, each with a different attitude. "But being a tease is for kids," JANE Smithson declared. "The long vamp is over: It's time to deliver! As they say in the business, 'Sex sells'!" "Ah-right!!" whooped WILLY, having stood outside the open front door for who knew how long. "No, Willy." Jean looked and saw BEN step forward. "No, what?" STAN said, pushing Willy inside ahead of him. "We will not stand-by and let our idol be cheapened." POLLY, and the BOYS: "'We won't'??!" even JEAN had to say. "Look at all the female celebs out there that promote sex: There are so many, it's become the normal thing to do. And you can't worship something that's common." "Here. Here," JACK Smith expressed his agreement. "It's 'what's normally done' because it is so effective!" JANE Smithson insisted. "People (Especially men) are hardwired for sex! They can't get too much of it! You just have to find a novel way to package it to overcome the Calvin Coolidge factor!" "Calvin Coolidge had sex?" JACK said, disturbed by the image. "Who's Calvin Coolidge?!" POLLY asked. "And what kind of sex did he have?!" WILLY wanted to know. "Then that would just make Jeanni another hen!" BEN told the woman. "A hen can not be a goddess." "Calvin Coolidge had sex with chickens?" WILLY said, wondering at all he didn't know about perversion. JANE confronted her client, "A goddess cannot be chicken! This will be your last opportunity to save your career: You must be bold!" "First: Tell Jeanni what the Calvin Coolidge Factor is," BEN said, confident that he knew the effect of that little piece of knowledge would have on her. "Yes: I want to know, too!!" POLLY said. "I don't know if I care to," HER FATHER said. "How do you have sex with chickens?" WILLY asked. "Jeanni, this is not the time to talk about dead Presidents. This is about your future!" "'Calvin Coolidge's wife asked a farmer how often his rooster had sex'," STAN auditioned in his best dramatic reading. "'Several times a day', the farmer told her. She, then, said, 'Tell that to my husband'. When the President heard what his wife had done, he came back to the farmer, and asked, 'And how many hens does your rooster have sex with a day?' The farmer replied, 'Several hens a day'. Storming away, he said, 'Tell that to my wife!'" "It's not about having sex with chickens, is it?" WILLY said. "It's about how guys lose interest when they've gotten what they're interested in," BEN said. ("They do?" POLLY asked.) "Okay; okay! What woman doesn't know that about guys!" JANE Smithson said. ("I guess they do," POLLY said.) "Don't include me with your rule-of-thumb men!" HER EX told her. "I'm not the one that lost interest!" ("Daddy!" POLLY said, not wanting to hear that about her folks.) "I wouldn't have even gotten this job if you hadn't been more interested in establishing your practice!" HIS EX told him back. "Does that mean he's, now, lost interest in being a lawyer?" STAN asked. "I'll always be interested in you, Jeanni!" And WILLY would have demonstrated it, if Ben hadn't snatched him up by the back of his collar and pants. "The point is once the novelty of seeing everything about Jeanni wears off, the fickle public will move on to another bimbette," BEN said. ("I won't!!" WILLY pledged, squirming.) ("You'd latch onto the next girl that walked by!" STAN said.) BEN continued, "Jeanni would have to keep doing more and more outrageous things to get their attention again." ("That's why celebs keep doing that stupid stuff," teen- wannabe POLLY said, feeling edified.) "Not if we build a brand name!" JANE told Jeanni. "We find a unique niche for you, and brand loyalty will have your fans coming back!" "There is no such thing as brand loyalty, any more," BEN told them. "I'm her manager, and I say I know what's best for my Jeanni and her career!" JANE Smithson pulled rank. "The terms of her contract are quite explicit: We at "Rintin, Tinasta, and Totolassi" have total control over Jeanni Lamphear's career; she cannot do anything professionally without our expressed permission for the tenure of the contract." "Any contract can be broken," BEN told the woman. "Right, Mr. Smith?" "Don't look at me! I'm not going to do anything for that girl." "Then Jeanni'll hire another lawyer: A whole partnership!" "With what what?" JANE Smithson smiled. "All of her money is tied up in an investment scheme she's fighting her parents over. Not that there is much left." "Then I'll pay for the lawyers!" BEN said. Then had to get a bit more realistic, "That is, Pop will. --And all of Jeanni's fans!" "Dream on," JANE said. "Well, Jeanni?" BEN said to the woman who seemed to be in a daze. "It's all up to you. We, the Crue and I, will do everything we can for you. You've become our responsibility, now, after... well, you know." "Not me!" WILLY said, struggling in earnest to break from the larger boy's now tiring grip. "If she can't get away from us now, I vote we help her bring us more sexy stars!" "You little traitor," BEN frowned, wrapping his arm around the little guy's neck as he held him up against his body. "You're out-voted: Ernest is on my side. And so is Stan. Right, Stan?!" STAN Lipsky looked miserable. He glanced up at his leader. But couldn't maintain it. "Stan!!" BEN cried, discovering, yet, another one. "She's a talent agent!!" STAN pleaded. "You can't go against the powers in Hollywood, and hope to be a star!" "Tie vote!!" WILLY gleed. Ben glared at the little guy he was forced to touch, he tossed him at Stan to catch (or not. He did. Only to put him down.) "I'm the leader! I break all--JOHN!" BEN realized. "He will vote for Jeanni!" "She's his mom!" WILLY said. "And if she's going to help Jeanni,..." STAN wanted to believe. "Why would John want to do anything for a mom who ran out on him!" BEN said. ("I did not--") "That's right... She did," JEAN found 'his' voice. "She did! Jeanni Lamphear was more important than her own kid. Than her whole damned family!" "That's not true," JANE said. "His father was forcing me to choose: It was either him, or my career! You understand that! Think of Derek! Don't prove him right!" "I don't want to think of any Derek! I don't want to think of you!! I don't know what this power you have over me is, but it's got to stop!" ("She has a power?" WILLY noted.) "Jeanni! My personal life may be in a mess, but that means I can devote all of my time to you and your career--" "I said shut up!!" JEAN yelled, feeling an odd mixture of heartbreak and teenage rebellion that was sending 'his' hormones surging. Female hormones. "I don't want to lose this mad!" "But, Jeanni--" "Come on, Ben!!" JEAN yelled to drown out the stranger's voice. "You're taking me home." "Home? Like L.A.?" "No. Your home," JEAN said, grabbing hold of Ben's elbow on 'his' way. "I can't live here as long as she's here!" ("Who says she's living here!?!" John's DAD cried.) "Oh, yes! You're very welcome in my home, Jeanni! I'm sure Pop will--" ("I have to be close to my client!" JANE told Jack.) "Mr. Colgate!?" JEANni stopped (and getting her arm jerked when Ben didn't). "I hit him over the head with a crockery clock!" "With Pop, that won't put you on the outs!" BEN said, putting his hand on the one Jeanni had on his arm, and, now, pulling the one he thought of as the most beautiful girl in the world, "Women have done worse things to him, but he just keeps chasing them." "'Chasing'??" JEAN repeated. =Maybe Mom isn't the worse person to stay with.= "Jeanni! Don't do this! I have power of attorney!" JANE Smithson said, watching her star client being pulled out the door with the large kid. "You'll never be able to get a job without me!!" "Err-Aaar!" JEAN screamed. "That does it!! I'll take my chances with the Colgates and the Crue! At least they don't think they own me!" ("We don't?" WILLY said.) Jean had gone back to being the one pulling Ben from the house. Stan and Willy followed after. +++ Jane stared at the open door, trying to decide what to do next. "Hold it for a minute, Ben," she heard Jeanni say. She then heard two boys scream as first the little ugly one, and then the good-looking one came flying back in the house. The second landed on top of the first. "Get off of me!" WILLY pleaded, sounding like he was having difficulty breathing. Stan was helped off of him. By John's MOM, "I take it you are friends of the other one?" "We used to be," STAN said forlornly. "A 'leader' needs his followers," she said. "A choice between us and Jeanni Lamphear?!" STAN said about the stupid suggestion. "I know the one I'd make," WILLY said. "I assure you; once the heat of the moment has cooled, he..." THE WOMAN looked over her shoulder at her ex husband and youngest child. She returned her gaze to the better looking boy, "Is there a place we can talk... alone?" +++ On the trip across the street, and towards the Colgate's: "What is with me!? Every time she gets that way, I get sucked into her whirlpool! Overwhelmed by her energy! I was even on her side over dad until this damned spell!" "She's your kryptonite." "What?" JEAN asked, not really paying attention to the other guy. "The color yellow, daylight, cats, guilt; everybody has a weakness. Mrs. Smith's yours." JEAN groaned. "Is there any cure for a weakness?" "Not in the comic books." The End of the installment [Note: Why the all capital names? It is an experiment. My style is a hybrid; I think of it as a script with prose elements added. If you could hear the dialog, the voice alone could tell you who was speaking. I hope to give you a similar impression by having the speaker's name in your peripheral vision. I hope it is not too much of a distraction.]