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Living the Dream Part 2, Dinner and the Swap By Malissa Madison ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Authors note; While this story and the characters in it are fictitious, some things come from real life experiences. The Author is a DID survivor with multiple personalities, and more than a few of the characters are modeled after them. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'd fallen asleep feeling relieved, there was no way I would be allowed to do snails for Home Ec. The recipe called for Red burgundy Wine. And since we weren't of legal age, the school wouldn't allow it. I kept that little tidbit to myself. Mercedes woke me up before the alarm clock did. "Malissa, wake up. I need your help." Rolling over I took my pillow away from her and covered my head. "You aren't in handcuffs, let me get another ten minutes". I hugged my pillow and closed my eyes. "Please? Pretty, pretty please"! "Well since you've interrupted my dream I guess I have nothing better to do. What is it?" "I don't have Mr. Pierce's number. How am I supposed to call his office if I don't have his phone number?" Pointing to my desk I mumbled, "Purse." When she went to grab my purse off my desk I sat up brushing my hair back out of my face. Then I sat there and pulled out my Address book. Flipping through I found the page I needed. Home phone and personal office phone. And there was a number for the local office that served the School. I gave her the number to his personal office, "Sorry I don't have the main office number." Without asking she grabbed our room phone and dialed the number. "There won't be anyone there, he doesn't get to the office until 7:30", I informed her but she let it ring anyway. "This is Mercedes Andrews, calling for Mr. Pierce. I'll call back around 7:30 after I eat,,,,," "Hello this is Amanda, Mr. Pierce's secretary. Please hold on he's kinda busy with a very unpleasant client." After a moment she said, "My uncle told me I needed to call you first thing." I could hear the conversation on the other end, "Annie I'm glad you called. I'm going to send George Stanton to see you this afternoon. He was brought up to speed on certain aspects of your great grandfathers Will yesterday. I doubt you have anything to worry about." I began to wonder about Mercedes, and how my future father in law knew her as Annie. "Are they there already?" "Yes, I've been here since 6AM, dealing with the rudest clients. Sometimes I really hate being both a financial and Family Lawyer. But today isn't one of them", I could hear the humor in his voice. "I'm so sorry my parents are being difficult." It was true I could hear it in her voice. But I also heard the relief that he felt she had nothing to worry about. "It isn't your fault Annie, they were born that way. And I suggest you avoid answering your phone for a few days. I'm sure they are about to be very upset". "Why?" she asked. "Because Spoiled rich people who are used to living off other people's money tend to do that when they lose half their available funds. We'll talk more after it's all over. I'll see you at your uncle's this weekend. Your aunt Penny wants to do dinner." After she hung up she looked even more confused. "I thought your Aunts name was Priscilla?" "It is but she prefers Penny. That's the nickname my great grandfather gave her. After they had an argument over finances." I leaned over and turned off the alarm clock before it went off then said, "You three better get up before Gina starts knocking on doors." "Laura's already up", Mercedes pointed to her empty bed. I tip toed over to Cassidy's bed. Then smacked a suspicious lump under the covers. "Owww, hey that was my head not my Ass", Laura complained. "Oh my god, were they?" Suddenly we were all looking at her. "Like you've never gone Snipe hunting with your roommates?" Cassidy questioned. When she blushed, Tiffany said, "Oh my god it's true isn't it?" "I don't know what you're talking about." But of course we could read it in her face that she knew all too well what Cassidy meant. "It's ok honey, most of us do it. It doesn't mean you're a dyke", Tiffany said. "Besides girls have to have fun". After our showers and getting ready for my day I sat at my desk brushing out my hair flipping through the cookbooks I'd checked out. "What are you doing you already have your main course?" Laura asked. "Yes but I still have to come up with two sides to go with it." I pointed out. "No you don't, you have the rest of us doing ours at the same time we can combine menu's." "Laura, really I doubt Macaroni and Cheese or Peanut Butter and Jelly are a fitting side dish for Escargot." "Hey what's wrong with Mac and Cheese?" she protested "Nothing Tiff, if your just fixing survival food. It doesn't take any imagination or flare." I told her. Then hurried out of the room. I was going through the front door when I got caught. "Miss Vandine!" I turned to see Myra standing there. "Yes Ma'am?" She made two fists on each side of her head. "Oh crap," I muttered. And ran back up to my room. "Why did you let me leave the room like this?" "Like what?" they asked "I got caught by Miss Myra without my Pigtails." I was sure that I was about to find I'd just gotten ten demerits. They already had their hair done up and left giggling. "Brats," I thought to myself. I pulled my hair up into the appropriate hairstyle. Then thought about how to try to keep from getting the demerits. With a giggle I pulled out two long pieces of thick yarn and tied them in bows. "Crap that's just like everyone else who tries to get out of trouble," I thought. Well if I was in trouble already I might as well have fun with it I decided. I took out the pair of Braid sheathes that Donnie had given me last week. They were only two inches wide but still it was way exciting to push the boundaries. I laced the leather thongs and slid the beads into place, sure that I'd be required to remove them long before I reached the dining hall. I grabbed my purse and book bag because I was now running late and took off at a quick pace for breakfast. No one said anything as I passed two teachers and a seniors Dorm Mother on the sidewalk. I turned to look behind me sure I was about to get stopped. And ran into Miss Clara. I say ran into her but we actually avoided colliding by inches. Half of her cup of coffee was now on the sidewalk. I gasped in horror, I, I'm terribly sorry Ma'am. I'll get some water and get that washed down." I started toward the water spigot a few feet away near some rose bushes, but never got that far before I heard my name. "Miss Vandine, come back here. I wish to look at your rather unauthorized hair accessories." Head down I turned and walked quickly back to stand in front of her, waiting for what I was sure was going to be a ton of demerits heaped on top of a lengthy reprimand. She reached out her hand catching my chin gently with the tips of her fingers she lifted my face to look at her. Suddenly I was filled with fear, this woman held my future on the tips of her fingers. My face following her movements as she studied every detail. "Trudy, come look at this young lady," she called one of the teachers over. "I'm unfamiliar with the current fashion trends, what do you think?" "Hmmmmm, I would have to say it is a bit outside the normal fashion for our young ladies. But as you know there is no specific rule against Braid Sheaths being used as Ponytail sheathes. What do you think April?" "I love the feathers hanging down they accent the hair and look very Native American." "Yes," Miss Clara said in response. "My thoughts exactly. Miss Vandine, you will continue to wear your hair this way for the remainder of the week so that we may make an accurate assessment of the effects. Now run along and enjoy your Breakfast." "Thank you Ma'am," I spun around on my heels and started to dash away toward the dining hall. "I almost forgot Dear, I'm looking forward to your presentation on Thursday. And have invited a special guest to evaluate your recipe. I trust you have it memorized already, I've selected it as the main course for dinner." My jaw dropped open. "Oh Crap," I thought. "That means I'll be doing my part of the Home Ec. Class in the Dining hall Kitchen." "Don't worry, We know who got you roped into it. your roommates are going to be tasked with finding suitable side dishes and appetizers. And as the main dish Cook, You will be in charge of approving their choices as well as their preparations. Now run along." I signed in for breakfast, got my tray and then very conscious of everyone's eyes on me I filled my plate and got a large glass of milk. Then went to find my roommates. "Where have you been?" Cassidy started. "Oh god you better take those out before Miss Clara sees them." I smiled at her, "No Donnie gave them to me and I think I'll wear them all week." "What? You can't do that it isn't in the approved hairstyle list. You'll get so many Demerits you won't be able to leave Campus." "Wait for it," I muttered to myself as Miss Clara and the teachers filed in to their table. "wait for it." Someone waived a hand in front of my face. "Are you ok? Are your pigtails too tight." "Ladies," Miss Clara said to get everyone's attention. When they were all quiet she continued. "This week, we are breaching a few boundaries. That is we have decided to allow Miss Gina's Class to take over the Dinner Duties for Thursday night here. Miss Malissa Vandine will be in charge of the kitchen, and the preparation of the meal. Her three roommates will act as her sub chef's preparing the appetizers and side dishes that 'she' will approve." My roommates gasped in shock, and there was a stir from the student body and the few teachers and staff who had not yet been informed. "Miss Vandine? I expect to receive a written list of the dishes and appetizers by tomorrow evening so that Karen may get the menu requests to the printer's." I stood up as was required when answering a Staff member. "Yes Ma'am." "Let Miss Gina know if you need help." She paused, "those of you not chosen to help in the kitchen will act as the Waitressing staff. And remember, we will have a few special guests who will be here to assist Ms. Cline with the grading." Turning to the table beside hers she said, "Miss Grace, I trust you can find a suitable Wine to go with the main course." It suddenly hit me, that was two hundred meals. Oh god I had to cook two hundred main course meals. At six snails to a plate that was twelve hundred snails. I was still standing. "Miss Vandine, you have a question already?" "Yes Ma'am, where am I going to get twelve hundred Snails by Thursday?" Smiling slyly she answered, "Don't worry your pretty little pigtails, I have connections?" We both sat down. "Oh my god she just totally focused everyone on your hair," Tiffany exclaimed. "What are you going to do?" "Look I just got slammed with the biggest meanest task of my life. so you three better get your little asses in gear and get me your plans by tonight. I want recipes, and a list of ingredients by quantity. And I want a list of who you want assisting you in the kitchen." I was preoccupied all morning and missed a few easy questions on a pop quiz in American literature. As we were getting ready for lunch I got a note to report to Administration. Damnit I hadn't gotten my own list of ingredients completed yet. Karen just asked to make a copy of my recipe so that they could calculate the needed ingredients. "Have your Sub-Chef's turn in theirs when they are completed, thank you." I passed Mercedes in the hallway talking with Mr. Stanton. She had a pleased yet puzzled look on her face. And I caught a bit of the conversation as I walked past slowly. "Your Great grandfather set things up to try to force his Grandson's to be more responsible. And for a time your father was doing the best. But your brothers have turned out to be total failures. Where in neither of them have a self-supporting job. Your father on the other hand has failed in running the family business, and Mr. Pierce and his oldest son were placed at the head of the firm." She reached out and caught my hand as I was passing. And Mr. Stanton paused to acknowledge my presence. "What I'm saying is that based on your grades, as well as your behavior over the last few Months, and the facts that have recently come to light, the earlier decision where in your uncle declined to accept his Personal Trust fund have been reversed by the Will. Your fathers Trust fund has been revoked because he did nothing to stop your brothers. Their trust funds have been revoked because of criminal activities, and your own was increased by the addition of theirs, what little is left, into your own. Your uncle John is now in receipt of his full trust once again, and is the new manager for your own unless he decides to leave Mr. Peirce in charge of it." "In addition, Judge Browne has removed you from your parent's custody, and placed you under your uncle and Aunts care. Your uncle wishes me to inform you that if you wish he will press for formal adoption immediately." She squeezed my hand tight. "What should I do Malissa?" Mr. Stanton looked at me. "I'd follow Mr. Stanton's advice. Go where you're loved and cared for." I told her. He winked at me, then turned back to her. "Now let's talk about what you wish to do with your car. Since it was purchased with money from your trust fund you may decide if we deliver it to your Aunt and uncles or have it brought here once it is repaired." "Bought with my trust fund?" "Yes your parent's used your trust fund to buy it for you. Didn't you know that?" "No I was told all about how they went out of their way to buy it for me. I was made to feel ungrateful because it wasn't the type of car I wanted. I mean if you'd been named after a car would you want to be seen in one of them?" "Well in that case it seems we need to get you a new car right away. One that you want. So now we just need to know what you want done with the one you don't want." "My Aunt Penny doesn't have a decent car. Hers keeps breaking down. Could I give it to her? She really needs one bad." "Do you know how she got her nickname from your Great Grandfather?" she looked blank, "I thought not. I was there when he asked her how much she wanted to walk out of your Uncle John's life and she said, Quote, Not one fucking Penny." "You mean?" "Yes that's when your uncle walked out on the family. But your Great Grandfather admired the hell out of both of them. He said they were not to be allowed to become desperate for money. As a matter of fact your uncle has done quite well for one of the few honest police officers in the city. And he's done it without help from the estate." They left shortly after that to go buy her new car. And I went to lunch. In the dining hall I reminded my roomies that I needed their recipes, and the sooner the better. I was thinking about how I could handle that many meals in such short a time frame. I'd been to fish fries and crawdad boils when I was younger, before Momma rescued me. I had an idea, but I needed to know how strict they were going to be about the recipe. So ignoring those around my table I stood up, my half-finished lunch on my tray and wandered back to look over the kitchen. "I was wondering how long it would be before you looked at where you were going to be working." "Ma'am", Miss Clara was standing behind me. She walked with me as I looked everything over. Noting where everything was. Inspecting the utensils. Then a huge smile spread across her face when I was looking at a huge ten gallon pot. "Ma'am, how close do I have to follow the recipe?" Winking she said, "It's your assignment. As long as you use all the ingredients called for I see no reason why you can't alter the methods to achieve your goal. I don't think it's ever been done the way you're thinking of though." Without thinking I threw my arms around her in a tight hug. "Thank you Ma'am. I know it'll work." "Just so you know, and I hope you'll keep this to yourself," she paused. "my sources have assured me that you will have plenty of fresh ingredients. Oh and our guest grader is none other than the esteemed Chef Andre'." I gulped, "Oh wow maybe I shouldn't do what I'm thinking of then." "He will not interfere with how you do it. but he will be watching Everything." My whole attitude changed after that, and she saw it in my eyes. "Child I have watched you since you came here. I've seen you do some amazing things, and this too I have a feeling will be another first. Why don't you take the rest of the day off to develop your plans for Thursday." It wasn't a question, it was more of a directive. I'd just been given permission to alter any part of the process I wanted. A small tear welled up in my eye as I hugged her yet again, "Thank you, I won't let you down. I won't let the school down." "As long as you do your best you won't let me down." Her fingers trailed along my pigtails then gently caressed the feathers hanging at the ends of the leather laces. "You know I really like this style. Too bad that anyone else wearing these feathers would be arrested on sight". "What for feathers?" "Those aren't just feather's dear. Your bloodline gives you the right to wear them without question. He really must Love you to give you Eagle feathers" I was looking at the feather's and didn't notice her leave. But what did she mean about my heritage? Sure Momma was half Cherokee. But that was Momma, I myself was a natural Blonde, with ice blue eyes. I made a mental note to try to find out what she meant by my Bloodline. I knew that Donnie's family was part Cherokee as well he had the same dark hair, dark skin, and very high cheek bones as Momma. It went into the back of my mind as I made one more round of the kitchens, then went out to collect my book bag from the table. My smile seemed to grow as I realized something had just happened, I'd hugged Miss Clara twice and gotten open praise from her. All the way to the Dorm I felt even more confident. "Shake it Baby," Someone I didn't know called after me and I realized I was strutting. My ass had that extra kick to it as it wiggled, my skirt swaying in time with it. god did I feel giddy. Miss Trudy caught up to me at the steps to my Dorm, Miss Vandine, could I have a word Please?" "Yes Ma'am," I walked to where she was standing waiting. "I trust you realize the honors you've been given today?" "Kinda, but not really. I mean Thursdays dinner is resting on my head. I'm not sure I'm up to that kind of challenge." "Oh that, well yes that too is one of the honors." She seemed to think a moment then said, "Come with me please." I followed her over to the administration building, but she didn't go to Karen's office as I thought. Instead she went to student records. Pointing to a table she said, "Please take a seat, I'll only be a moment." Then disappeared into the rows of filing cabinets. She returned a few moments later with a rather over full looking folder, which she sat before me on the table. "Have you never seen your family history before?" "No Ma'am," I answered honestly. Looking at the folder I saw it had my name on it, she opened it up and inside was a copy of my student ID picture. The next was a picture of me before momma had come into my life. I remembered it with some shock, how had that gotten there? "One of the things we do here is family history, it helps us to better help our young ladies. Especially those who have a less than pleasant past." She sat down next to me, "My full name is Trudy Bright Moon, and there is good reason for me to take personal interest in you. Can you guess what that might be?" At the blank look on my face she turned to the next page, it held a very old picture I had seen before at my maternal grandmother's house, but this one was slightly different. The old woman was sitting in a rocker on a porch in front of a rundown Shack. She saw the spark of recognition in my eyes, as I tried to put a name to the picture. "Great, Great Grandma Nada," I finally breathed. The next four pages listed her history, taken captive at the age of five she was raised by the Oglala Sioux, the name she had been given by them was Bright Moon. When Custer had decimated her village she was returned at seventeen to her relatives. Her children save the youngest all remained with what was left of the tribe. There was no mention in the family history, that I'd ever heard, about her past. Only that she'd had a hard life and refused to talk to anyone other than her daughter. That daughter was my own Great Grandmother who had died when she was one hundred and five. "Her white name was originally Nadine." Trudy said. "She was my Twice Great Grandmother as well. She took the last name of Bright Moon, refusing her original family's name. they had murdered her husband and many of her friends and family," Trudy explained. So that explained how I could have blonde hair and blue eyes and still have a Native American Bloodline. "Be very proud of those feathers Malissa, you are one of only a handful here who would be permitted to wear them." "Trudy, I mean Miss Trudy, now I'm afraid to wear them. I had no idea they were real. And now Miss Clara's told me I am to wear them the rest of the week." She smiled at me and her smile lit up the room, "I've taken care of that, you'll find the solution waiting on your desk in your room." "Thank you for telling me. I had no idea who she really was," I admitted. "You are most welcome. Now run along, and take your time figuring out what you're going to do about the other honors you've received today." She winked at me, "we'll talk more at another time." On my desk sat four feathers, these I knew to be just turkey feathers. But they were a gift from Miss Trudy. They were in a small cedar box with a hinged lid. Catching the ends of the lacings I gently pulled the Eagle feathers out of the wooden beads one at a time and replaced them with the turkey feathers. Then sat there and got started on my project. Within the first hour I had it all figured out, all I'd needed was time alone to think it over. So what to do now with the rest of the day? I used the time to clean and straighten my section of the room. I pulled my dirty sheets off my bed, then gathered up my dirty laundry and my needed supplies. "Where the hell have you been?" demanded Laura. "Cassidy and Tiff, are asking Gina to search for your body." I laughed, "I've been figuring out how to do dinner, as soon as you three give me your recipes." "Where are you going to now?" Hefting the laundry basket I said, "It's my turn tonight. So I'm getting an early start." Then walked out of the room. The laundry room was in the basement and I descended the stairs thinking how lucky I was to be getting there ahead of everyone else. But as I passed the first floor landing I ran into Bambi. She looked at me curiously as I said, "Hey." "Hey yourself, I'm happy to see they haven't lynched you yet." "Look, it's their own fault we're all having to do this. At least it's just my class." Her hand shot out so fast it was a blur of motion. "Where are they?" she demanded. "Oh my god do you have any fucking idea what we went through to get those?" "Relax, they're safe. I decided to change them out given their value and all." "Value? You can't put a price on those. They are priceless." She was practically screaming. "Yeah I had that pointed out to me." Full of suspicion now she asked, "By who?" "By one of my blood cousins I didn't know I had here." "Who?" she demanded. Smiling I said, "Miss Trudy Bright Moon." "You mean the tenth grade American Arts teacher?" "Do you know another one?" "Don't ever do that to me again! I was about to fucking freak out on you. We spent nine days in the mountains collecting those. And he gave his half to you. Just don't ever let him see you wearing these Turkey feathers, it'd kill him." Someone slipped past me on the stairs going down to the laundry room. "Look Sis I really gotta get this done before it's too late. We'll talk after while." There were ten washers and ten dryers lined up across from each other, the young girl had already taken half of them. Oh well I thought I only need two anyway. I dumped my two loads in and started the machines, then sat back to catch up on my math for the next day. After about twenty minutes I started to get up and put my first load in the dryer. That's when I heard her crying, "Are you ok? Is there something I can do for you?" "N, No I'm fine really I just miss my Momma and Dad." She said, "Mom doesn't get to visit very often. And I haven't seen my dad in about two years." "Did they get divorced?" I was moving closer to her, something about her sounded familiar. "No and I really don't want to talk about it." she threw her head in a haughty manner that reminded me of someone else I knew. Standing in front of her I said, "Look I just want to help. If you ever need someone to talk to I'm in 306." "it isn't that I don't want to talk to you Malissa. It's that I've been told not to. It isn't safe." She lifted her head and for the first time I saw her clearly. "Toni?" She jumped up and covered my mouth with her hand, "Shhh, it's Antonia, Antonia Grey." "I don't understand, why can't I say your real name? the name you grew up with?" "It isn't safe for people to know who I really am. I would think you of all people would understand that. especially given that your Dad is the," she looked around carefully. Then whispered, "Gunsmith." "No, that was my Father," I said it with as much disgust as I felt. "My daddy is an Architect and an Engineer." "And my Daddy is, was an Enforcer," she whispered. "But he loves me and your Dad well he isn't to be trusted." I stopped her, "My father hated me." She traced a nearly invisible scar on my cheek, "I cried so much when he caught us playing dress up with Serena's clothes. I was sure he was going to kill you." "Yes but your Grandfather stopped him. Thank god." We started talking quietly. And before we knew it the time had disappeared. I was helping her fold her panty's when Myra stepped through the Door. "Antonia? Are you in here?" "We're back here Miss Myra." Myra looked at me curiously. "Miss Vandine, the both of you missed dinner. We were getting worried." "I'm fine Aunt Myra. Malissa and I are old friends. "Young lady, if anything were to happen to you, your grandfather and your Father would have a contract out on me faster than I could blink. Old friends aren't safe. Especially given who her father is." "He doesn't know where I am either, and I intend to keep it that way." She actually drew back at the hate and scorn in my voice. "You two are going to have to be careful talking together you know that. besides I wanted to let you know your Mother is going to be here Thursday evening." I suddenly realized there was something I was missing. After that others came in to use the machines, and we got back to our rooms. By the time I got to mine my roommates had their ideas ready for me. I felt much better now, having talked a lot of things out with Toni, she and I went back a long ways in life. and though we trusted each other completely we knew we were now on different life paths. Sure we'd talk and still always be best friends. But not the kind who constantly hung out together. I also had a whole new respect for Miss Myra. She really was Antonia's Aunt. Just one who wasn't in the Family Business. Thursday arrived and I tried not to be nervous, my entire class was nervous enough. Never in the history of the school had a Class been tasked with such a Home Ec. assignment. We all pitched in helping the regular staff clean up after lunch. And it was done in record time. Then we got down to work setting everything up. "Tiffany, are your Ladies ready?" "Yes Ma'am." I shot her a smirk over the 'yes Ma'am', "Good because the appetizers are up first. I want them ready for the tables as soon as our guests start to arrive." I thought for a second. "Did everyone remember to bring a Clean School uniform?" Everyone assured me they had. In fact they were all hanging in the cooks locker room. "All right we have exactly Two hours and forty one minutes. Let's make it happen." I saw several eyes pop wide open looking behind me. I turned slowly to see Miss Clara, and Chef Andre'. Behind them stood Momma. "Carry on Dear, remember tonight this is 'Your' Kitchen. Simply act as if we are not here. oh also your Snails have arrived." I was nervous, not quite sure what to do. "Thank heavens, I was afraid we'd have to resort to the Canned stuff." I meant it as a joke and let out a startled giggle when I couldn't hold back. It was just enough to get me moving again. "Tricia," I called. "Let's get the pots set up. I'm going to check the main course." Cassidy and Laura followed me, "This is like really out of this world," Laura said. "Do you have any idea who that guy is? Seriously, Chef Andre' my god we'd better not screw this up." She was starting to panic. "Laura, Stop right now. If you can't handle your end of it say so right now." "I'll take over the secondary's," Cassidy offered. "No Cass, you have to handle the sides. Look there's not too much to go wrong with appetizers, sides and secondary's. I'm the one under the big gun." "How do you figure that miss Perfect all of a sudden?" "Do you see those ten gallon pots Tricia is setting up?" "Yeah, so? "No French chef has ever, ever done snails in this quantity before. And certainly never in a frigging stew pot like it was a country fish fry." "Oh My fucking god in heaven. That's like sacrilege, everyone knows you prepare snails in pans of Six." I glanced over the iced down cases of Snails, holy Shit I thought they really were fresh. I was racking my brain trying to think of how you prepared Fresh Snails. Then it hit me it couldn't be that different than crawdads. "Tricia!" "Yes?" "we need two more pots, I want them boiling in thirty minutes." From their expressions no one else in my class had ever been to a crawdad boil. I stole a glance at our guest of honor, He was actually smiling. So I figured I was doing something right. We began carrying the crates over to the stoves. Not too close though. "Miranda, watch the pots. Tricia and I are going to go change shoes. The rest of you get to work." "NOW!" "Tell me again why we are wearing six inch heels in the kitchen." "Tricia, listen do you want to be always on your tip toes over a boiling pot?" "Right, Gotcha, besides it makes our skirts shorter," she giggled. I heard only one startled gasp, from one of our watchers as I began mixing the marinade in half of the pots. I was too lost in my own creation by the time it came down to the actual cooking. In the back of my mind I barely registered when the wait staff began serving appetizers, and the sides and secondary's started lining up on the long tables behind Tricia and myself. I almost jumped out of my skirt when someone tapped my shoulder. "Malissa, it's time to start serving," Miss Clara announced with a satisfied smile. There were sixteen plates at the front of the line, that were to get Six snails each. The rest were to get four. Cassidy and Laura jumped up on stools beside us with ladles and we had the entire dining hall served in less than thirty minutes. The wait staff filed by with their own plates and left to be seated. Then we dished up our own and found our table near the front. Everyone was standing waiting for us. "Ladies, Be seated." I watched the head table nervously, there were three people there who's opinion I valued most in the world. Momma, Daddy, And oh my god Donnie in his dashing Dress Cadet Uniform. Suddenly a string of rapid French drew me back to reality. Chef Andre' And several others at the head table were conversing in rapid fire French so fast I bet Bambi couldn't even follow it. At one point I caught a "Non, Non," from Andre'. My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. Miss Clara was tapping the side of her wine glass for attention. When everyone was quiet she said, "Will the cooking staff please come to the head table. Chefs, to the right please." Ladies my congratulations on your well-earned A plus. Chefs please remain. Chef Andre' started out by praising how well run the kitchen had been, then moved to how wonderfully each team had worked together. He dismissed each as he was finished. Finally it was just myself and Tricia standing there. Young Ladies, he began. "I wish to thank you for one of the most marvelous meals I've tasted at any school. Had I not known ahead of time I might have been questioning who was the head chef. I commend you Tricia on your compatibility as well as your grace under fire. I hope you paid close attention to what Malissa was doing. He turned to me and held up the copy of the recipe. Young lady, the one thing that was never used in the preparation of your meal was this," he held up a copy of the recipe. "which leads me to believe you memorized the ingredients before you began, as well as all the changes that you made to make it work tonight. Thank you. Now if you will permit me. He poured two Flutes of champagne, and offered me one. I took it graciously. I salute you Chef Malissa. If you ever wish to work in my restaurant I will be happy to make room for you. We drank our toast to a barrage of flash bulbs. And then I resumed my seat at the table. Everyone was buzzing about it. but something in the back of my mind kept bothering me. Something I hadn't noticed, something so insignificant. Yes I knew Donnie's parents were there, that wasn't it. Holding my last snail with the tongs I deftly pried it out of its shell and popped it into my mouth savoring the flavor. After finally swallowing I asked, "Does anyone have any idea where the tongs and forks came from?" Everyone looked puzzled. The school doesn't have any. We didn't list them in what we needed." "So?" "Where'd they come from?" "Ladies, Gentlemen, I would like to thank Mr. and Mrs. Vandine for donating the main course tonight. I would also like to thank Mr. and Mrs. Pierce for donating the appropriate utensils. And thank you to our guest of honor Chef Andre' for bringing the wine." She made a motion to Karen who picked up the bottle of Champagne and carried it to our table followed by Gina who brought four Champagne flutes to us. Flutes and bottles were passed among the rest of our class. She pulled four extra flutes out, these you may break after your class toast. I suggest you keep the four I gave you a moment ago. We filled our glasses and I raised mine holding it above my head waiting, then after all were held high I said, "To my Sisters, my friends my fellow cooks and everyone who came together. I Salute you." We downed a full flute of champagne then smashed our glasses on the floor. Afterwards I said, "you realize we'll have to clean this up don't you?" and everyone laughed. We were only supposed to get one glass. But After everyone else had left Miss Clara said, "Go ahead and party. You have thirty minutes. Then Miss Sherry's class, having the most Demerits and least imagination will be in to clean up for you." The Champagne Flutes were etched with our Names, Chef, class of 1975. Someone had planned ahead for that one. Needless to say we were all hung over the next morning. But no one had class anyway since it was a free day before our spring break. Momma woke me up at around ten, "Malissa honey wake up you made the paper." I rolled over squinting my eyes against the light. "I what?" "Look honey, your picture is in the paper." Squinting I looked at the picture of me standing before Chef Andre' champagne flute in hand, as he toasted my meal. Momma and Daddy were in the shot sitting next to him with a young girl between them. "That's great Momma. Thanks for waking me up," I groaned as I fell back into my pillow. "Is she always this grumpy in the morning?" someone kept poking my shoulder. "Are you sure she didn't just die." Stop poking my shoulder please. The finger went away from my shoulder. "Owwww, that's my tit." I shot up out of bed to a burst of laughter. "I knew that would get you up." "Ok who are you?" I asked the little girl from the picture I'd just seen. "I'm Sophie." "Sophie who? Where's your Mommy?" this kid was too young, About ten years old, to be in school here. "She'll be right back. She went to get a glass of water." "Anybody know who owns this kid?" I asked my roommates. She crawled up on the bed holding a teddy bear. "I agree miss bear she needs a hair brush. She looks like a scarecrow. No miss bear I'm sure she'll make a really nice sister. You saw how pretty she was last night didn't you? Oh I forgot you were in our guest room." "Sister?" The pillow hit the back of my head and flew out the open window. "She's your new sister you twit," Cassidy said. "Now will you please be quiet, my head hurts." "Oh," Momma said. "I guess I don't need this after all. Now get up and get ready we have to have your car to the shop before it closes if it's going to be repaired by the end of next week." Sophie had opened the feather box on my desk and was playing with them, "Oh my god don't touch those." I snatched them from her hands. "Malissa, what on earth has gotten into you?" Sophie was crying, clinging to Momma. "Oh Shit kid I'm sorry it's just those feathers are real, they have so much special meaning to them." I pulled the turkey feathers out of their beads, "Here you can play with these. They won't get you thrown under a federal prison if you get caught with them." "They aren't as pretty." "Malissa, what are you talking about?" I lifted one lone feather out of the box, "Donnie gave them to me Momma. Take a really close look." "Oh my god I can't believe you left these laying around on your desk. He gave you these? He really gave you these?" "Yes Momma he Gave them to me?" "Does his Family know he gave them to you?" "Bambi does. And they were his to give. He collected them himself last summer." She counted the turkey feathers in the braid bands. "How many did he give you?" she was smiling. "Four" Her eyes opened wider than I thought possible, "Did he say anything to you when he gave them to you? Please I have to know!" I scrunched up my forehead thinking to the day he fastened them around my braided pigtails. "He said these were his Princess who held his heart forever in her hands. But the price was more than he could ever hope to afford me in Ponies, so he was giving me feathers instead. Why Momma? What Does it Mean?" "Feathered braid bands are a wedding gift, like a ring. And Eagle feathers are valued at about a hundred ponies apiece. That's four herds worth of horses you have there." Tears in her eyes she looked up at me, "You're a married woman now. Well in the old tradition you are anyway." "No wonder Bambi freaked out when I switched them for the turkey feathers." "Yes but you were wearing them last night weren't you? That's why Monica was about to have a cow. You must have switched them before you came to eat." "Yes I did. I heard he was there and didn't want him to see me wearing the bands without them. Bambi told me he was there." Sophie was very attentive now. "We'll talk more later. You better get in the shower and get dressed. He's waiting for us. He intends to follow you home, so the rest of us are going in Daddy's car." I apologized to Sophie for getting upset and she hugged me saying it was ok. Then asked if she could hang out with me while I got ready. She followed me to the shower asking question's while I was under the spray head washing out my hair. It would braid much easier and tighter when it was damp. "Malissa what's it like being married and not able to live with your husband?" Suddenly the other showers cut off, "Umm Sophie can we talk about this later please?" "Are you upset with me?" I could hear the almost tremble in her voice. "No sweetie, it's just that there are too many gossiping busy bodies in the showers." "Oh," she giggled. "Hi busy body." "Who let the squirt in the shower rooms?" "Can it Bridgett that's my baby sister," I said. She watched me get dressed and then braid my hair. She was on the edge of her perch atop my footboard watching me put on my meager makeup. When I was done I picked up my overnight bag, and reached for my makeup case. "Can I carry that for you?" "Sure you can, Thanks Sis." I winked at her. "Let's go home." In the parking lot I wrapped my arms around Donnie's neck and kissed him passionately. He smiled and patted my butt, to Sophie's delighted giggles. I looked around and didn't see my parents, or other two sisters. "Bambi left about half an hour ago. Your folks said Sophie could ride with you since things were a bit cramped in their car." "Yaaaaaaaa," Sophie squealed. "Come on miss Bear, we get to ride with my biggest sister. She's married you know." I watched as he helped Sophie with her seat belt, then made sure it wasn't too tight. He'd put Miss Bear in the back seat and put a seat belt around her also. Then he kissed Sophie's forehead and said, "Lead on Love." "Oh no it isn't proper for a Squaw to go ahead of her husband." "It is when her husband intends to make sure she gets home safe with her little sister." He followed me slowly out to the highway then we began playing the passing game. We kept it within the boundaries so we wouldn't get a ticket. "He's cute, I want to marry someone just like him when I get older." "I know isn't he like the hottest thing you ever saw? That cute butt, and those eyes, and those lips that just make you want to melt." Sophie giggled, "Do you like kissing him? I mean he is a boy right?" "Oh god Sophie he's not a boy, he's one hell of a man. He does things that make me quiver in places most women can only dream about. But your too young for that, so forget I said it ok?" "Sure, but what about Daddy? He's so handsome." I know right? But like girls can't marry their Daddy's. and I could never hope to find anyone like him except for Donnie, Donnie's like totally awesome in b, umm never mind." I heard a honk beside me and she busted out giggling. Donnie was cruising next to me holding up his CB microphone. "Oh Crap Sophie your sitting on the mike." We rode in total silence, I wanted to switch off the CB in embarrassment, but another part of me was anxious to hear whet someone might say. "Princess? Are you still there?" "Yes Daddy." "Thank you, that was a very nice thing for you to say, I'm flattered." "You're welcome Daddy. I meant it. if I hadn't already found Prince Charming I'd be looking for you in every boy I met, and be dissatisfied." "Thank you Princess, you just got yourself out of a spanking." "That's not fair," I protested. "You promised me when I got home and I'm your wife now damnit I deserve a good spanking." "Oh you're going to get that one. Don't worry." "Then what one did I just get out of?" he didn't answer. "If you plan on getting any tonight you better tell me." "Ok, now that's a fit if ever I heard one, ten more smacks for unladylike behavior." On the outside I was pouting, but inside was ecstatic, and my panties were getting wet just thinking about it. My family turned off the highway but we kept going past to the next big exit so I could drop off my car. I handed my keys to the body shop owner and then leaned across the hood hugging her. "You be a good Bitch and don't give Mr. Jennings any trouble now." Sophie rode in the back all the way to the house, her eyes as big as saucers when he drove through Dairy Queen and bought her a Sundae. "So you outfoxed me did you son? You gave her a marriage gift already." "No Sir, I think there's been some misunderstanding. Not that I don't wish that was what it was. I studied up it before I decided on my Courtship gift. I merely staked my claim and set the courtship price beyond anything anyone else could afford." "Oh crap, Donnie, I'm sorry. Momma said. I was going on half remembered Customs." "You mean we aren't married?" "No not yet my love. But in three years we will be," he promised. "Can we still practice?" "After your spanking if you feel up to it." With a giggle I pulled my wooden ruler out of my purse and handed it to him. "This one stings rather nicely," I kissed his cheek and made a show of teasing as I ascended the stairs to my room. I heard Daddy say, "She asked for it Son, I wouldn't keep her waiting too long." "we'll call you when dinner is done. Sophie, stay down stairs." He was very gentle, and told me before he started that if at any time I wanted him to stop, if I felt he was really hurting me, I was to say Andrew Jackson. He took time to explain it to me. When he was finished, I dropped my panties around my knees and hiked the back of my skirt and lay across his lap giggling. I only giggled until the first smack, but he didn't use the ruler I'd given him. His bare hand was all he needed to bring me to tears, then beyond to that blissful state I'd almost reached when Daddy had spanked me for throwing a tantrum over my car. Daddy loved me too, just not in the same way as Donnie. And he had somehow managed to use all twenty smacks and no more. An hour later my bottom still stinging slightly we came down to dinner. He'd taken my braids loose saying he liked my hair better hanging loose. Sophie was still all eyes watching as I winced and giggled sitting down at the table. "Meanie," she smacked his arm. "Sophie," I said. "When you're older you'll understand just how much love goes into a spanking. Besides he really didn't hurt me at all." She didn't believe me. "After dinner he cuddled me in his arms on the sofa. Does it still sting?" He asked. "Yes," I giggled. "But don't tell Sophie. She thinks you really hurt me." "Then I better take you and ease that sting away," he carried me up to my room and we closed the door. He lay me gently on the bed kissing my lips softly. "Roll over Babe, let me see." I lifted my but into the air as his hands slid gently up under my skirt, letting him catch my panties and pull them down. I felt his warm breath on my exposed flesh, "Oh my god it's still so red. Is it hot?" I giggled, "Yes, and stingy." He gently kissed my ass all over and I began to feel it stirring in the pit of my stomach. Tenderly his lips pressed over and over growing ever closer to the center where the crevice dropped between my cheeks. I gasped a small moan escaping as his tongue softly lapped at my still heated buns. He dripped saliva the moistness soothing away the sting and flame of the spanking. Replacing them with a different array of feelings, desire and need. Hunger and lust. I felt the tip of his nose tracing my crack upward his soft wet tongue trailing behind it, and I arched my butt up to meet it. moans of desire rising from deep inside me. The tip swirling around that most intimate still virginal opening. My hips rocked of their own will, my moans begging for more as the tip of his tongue probed in gently at first. Then as I lay flat on my stomach trying to raise my ass to him he pushed in deeper, rewarded with a moan of pure lust. "More," I begged him as I finally pulled my legs up under me letting my knees spread wide apart opening myself to his glorious tongue. "Donnie, I need it. please. Oh god please take me there," I begged. But of course he knew as well as I did I wasn't ready yet. "Pleeeeaasse, ohhh please fuck me, fuck my Assssss." I pleaded over and over no longer trying to be quiet. After two orgasms and what seemed like a hour of torture I finally felt him shift. To his knees his tongue still swirling in circles deep inside my darkest desire. One hand gripped my hip as he guided the tip into position. I felt him push and the tip began to ease into me slowly. I kept trying to push back onto it. "Rough, oh god don't be gentle now, please." I arched my back, throwing my har back as I whipped my head up. "Take me, take your fucking slut," I begged. He reached up petting my hair and I grabbed his hand closing it tight around my pigtail pulling as I thrust back onto him hard enough to impale myself all the way. "Owwohhhhhhhhhhh yeeeesssssssssssssssssssss," I squealed out loud holding tight to his hand on my pigtail my other hand reaching for his free hand. But then he was fucking hard into me, finally giving in to my needs. His other hand grabbed my other pigtail pulling gently as our bodies slammed together. It hurt and was ecstatic at the same time, and I began to cum harder than ever before, my squeals ringing through the house. I grabbed up my pillow biting into it hard as wave after wave of orgasms flooded through me. I felt him slowing down his thrusts more deliberate his huge cock swelling larger. "In, in my ass," I panted. "I want it in my ass." My words were all it took as his cum blasted forth flooding my ass full the hot cream triggering yet another orgasm more animalistic than the last. And we both collapsed forward on the bed panting. My tears of joy soaking into my pillow. I woke up cuddled in his arms his hips and manhood nestled tight against my butt. His nose buried in my hair at the base of my neck. I listened to his soft breathing, wondering what time it was. The clock was on the other night stand. Lacing my fingers through his I kissed his hand. My happy tears flowing gently once again. I was safe in his arms. Safer than I'd ever been in my life. but that too was interrupted by nature, I stifled a giggle as I carefully unthreaded myself from his hold. My tummy was churning and felt it deep in my gut. Naked I rushed to the toilet making it just in time. I gasped as everything came out in a gush of liquid. Then giggled softly, remembering that I hadn't been at all quiet while he and I were going at it. I cleaned up quickly, then crawled carefully back in my bed with him. His lips found the back of my neck again I shuddered in anticipation. But he snored softly. God even in his sleep he's such a temptation, I thought. I started to drift off to sleep again, a contented smile on my face. I'd finally done it, that one thing I was so afraid of doing, and he'd been gentle and not let me rush him. I wondered if he knew how special that was. I twisted gently turning over in his arms, they kept tightening. And I had to keep waiting for them to relax. Finally our heads together on the pillow our foreheads touching I looked at his smiling face, yeah he knew alright. My bare breasts pressed hard against his chest, and his stallion horn twitched and throbbed against me. I started to wiggle downward, but his arms tightened again. I looked into his open eyes, "You'll wake up Sophie he whispered." Lifting my head I looked across him to the other pillow, curled up to his back her head on the pillow lay my newest and youngest sister. Her hair a mass of blonde curls spread out covering her face. I caressed it and she rolled over in her sleep. Her arm coming out to wrap around Donnie's upper ribs, her smaller hand found its way between his chest and my breast. I couldn't help it I let out a soft giggle. Then said, "I was planning to wake you up with a blow job. But I guess I can't do that now, huh?" "No but we can still cuddle and snuggle. And tell you how incredibly gorgeous you are." He was smiling, then as Sophie mumbled something we couldn't here she snuggled closer to him and he got a funny look of surprise on his face. "Mmmmmm, Donnie," she mumbled. "That's nice so good, please don't stop." "What the hell?" he asked quietly. "Shhh, you'll wake her up." I reminded him with a quiet giggle. "It isn't funny, I'm laying her naked. Your naked and hot and I'm all hard. And your Baby sister is snuggled up to my back with her own little hard problem, having a wet dream about me." He was then suddenly fighting the urge to laugh. "Ok so it kind of funny." "Well, all the experts say not to wake up someone who's dreaming." "I believe that's sleep walking. But I doubt I could bring myself to embarrass her by waking her up. And you better not either." "And now you know why your my Prince Charming," I snuggled closer to him smiling even bigger. He was that concerned for my little sister whom both of us had only known for less a full day. We drifted off to sleep again. I woke up to a soft tapping at my door, "Malissa? Are you awake?" "Yes Momma, hold on let me slip something on." Donnie grinned at me, himself sliding out from under the covers on my side of the big bed. He pulled on his pants quickly as I slipped on a pair of panties and pulled a nightie over my head. I cracked my door, "Have you seen Sophie? She's not in her room." I pulled the door fully open, "She's sleeping Momma, should I wake her up?" "Oh goodness, I'm sorry she interrupted you two." She was moving toward the bed. Donnie had disappeared into the bathroom, and I put out my hand stopping her. "It's ok Momma. Please don't wake her up, she looks so peaceful." "You're right she does. I was worried because she has these bad nightmares. And she sleep walks. Poor thing hardly sleeps at all." Donnie stepped out of the bathroom, "Morning Mom, uhh, Ma'am." "So how long has she been here?" "She crawled into bed with us sometime around one, I think she was sleep walking so I didn't want to scare her by waking her up," he told my Momma. Momma hugged him tight, "You're going to make a wonderful Daddy someday. Come on down and get breakfast. Connie already has the coffee going. And it's Jennies turn to cook." We took a fast shower together and got dressed, as we were leaving Sophie woke up looking around. "How did I get here?" confused she asked, "Did I come in here when I was sleeping?" I sat on the edge of the bed, "Yes and you cuddled so nice warm." "Are you mad at me?" "What on earth for? Sophie, if you have trouble sleeping it's ok to snuggle with someone who makes you feel safe." She smiled, "Thank you, but does Donnie feel that way too?" "Yes, as long as you don't come in when we're doing something that you're too young to know about yet," he smiled at her and picked her out of the bed to hug her. Then sat her down on her feet and said, "I think breakfast is about ready, you better go find something besides a nightie to wear to the table." He playfully patted her bottom. And she giggled as she scampered out of the room. He looked at my tattered, grease stained denim skirt and the ratty T- shirt I'd put on. "Why did you put those on? Don't get me wrong, your drop dead sexy in that." "Shut up," I kissed his lips. "I look like a street corner beggar, and you know it. besides I always wear one of these when I work on cars." "You're working on someone's car today?" I smiled at him as we left the room. "Yes I promised to help do the engine swap on Jennie's car. And I can't stand that god awful hesitation when you hit the gas. I'm going to take of it as soon as we get the blown engine out of the good Camaro." We all talked and just had fun chatting as we ate breakfast. Then Jennie said, "If you two can stay upright long enough can I borrow my big sister for a few hours?" I laughed, "I haven't forgotten my promise. And no he can't help, this is a girls only mechanics class. But he can definitely watch." She pouted, but disappeared into the garage. Daddy had bout us both our own tools, and since my car was at the body shop I pulled mine down to the Junker in the last stall. "So what can I do to help?" Donnie asked. Daddy pulled the stool out from under the edge of the work bench. He'd carried another with him. "Just sit her and look handsome like I do." I winked at them, "Yes and enjoy the show." We'd removed both hoods last week so we were ready to start unhooking things. Jennifer and Connie mostly watched as I started in. "They're different year models," I explained. "So we have to mark everything just in case they changed a color coding someplace." "Damn I wish I'd thought of that," Donnie said. "I had a heck of a time figuring out which wire went where." No one said anything when Sophie came out and just climbed up into Donnie's lap to watch. It took the better part of an hour to get everything marked. And Connie started in on the good engine about halfway through. I was having trouble getting to the transmission bolts at the back so I took off my shoes and got the old pair of three inch pumps out of the bottom of my tool box. That gave me that little bit of extra boost I needed to get up and over the engine. As I bent over reaching for the bolts I heard Sophie giggling. "I see your panties," she giggled again. I looked over my shoulders at her and grinned. Donnie's smile was all I needed to see. I'd just finished getting all the bolts I could reach from the top, and pushed back to get my feet on the solid floor. "I'll be right back Jennie, I'm going to see how Connie's doing." When I turned around, I saw daddy sitting across from the pretty car, watching Momma and Connie working. Momma had on one of my longer stained denim skirts. And Daddy was watching her like Donnie was watching me. Connie had every connection and wire tagged. And they were starting in on the rest of the other non-electrical connections. "You didn't need to mark the ones on the engine Connie, it's junk." I told her. "No it isn't, I'm going to rebuild her." She giggled, "My very own Jamie Summers." "You're what?" I asked in shock. "Don't listen to her Jamie, I'll make you all better, stronger, faster!" Momma giggled then, "The Bionic Camaro." "Do you know what you're doing? You haven't been paying attention to what I'm doing with the other one." Sophie giggled, as Connie pulled out a copy of the Chilton Manual. "I've been studying." "Well? Jennie asked. "They're doing fine." I promised. We jacked it up all the way around so it was sitting level, and left it sitting on Stands. Then I slid the floor jack under the transmission, putting a piece of floor mat on top of a piece of two by twelve before lifting it up under the pan, as soon as I had the mount loose. I rolled toward the tail shaft on the creeper, "Ok you get the rest of the bolts. I'm going to drop the drive shaft," I told Jennie. It took me five minutes to get the retaining clips out of the universal yoke on the tail shaft. And as I turned it I saw why. "I sure hope that other shaft isn't bent, this one's toast." "What's wrong with it?" Jennie asked me, "it looks straight from here." she rolled back to look at it. "It's not the shaft, it's the yoke. Look see this crack? And up here see where it's beaten against the transmission hump. Some one's been drag racing this baby." I pointed out where the shaft had come loose. Once I had it down I slid all the way out from under the car with it. then tried to roll it over toward the bench. The end with the damaged yoke told its own story. It was bent at a point where it couldn't be fixed without a lathe to cut it off and weld a new section on. "With that much damage I wonder how the rear end is. Daddy?" :Yes Princess?" "Did you drive this thing at all? Or just listen to the engine?" "I just listened to the engine. The other one I actually drove. It smoked worse than a fogging machine." We went back to work pulling the transmission out. Jennie let the jack down as I steadied it to keep it from twisting on the makeshift jack. I turned it to pull it out from under the car and saw it. there was a crack at the seal and the hole was ovaled out. "Jennie? Let go and slide out of the way." As soon as she was clear I let it roll sideways off the jack. "Hey watch it that's my Tranny!" I slid out dragging the heavy pile of junk with me. "Jennie you take out the bottom motor mount bolts I'm going to check out the other one." "What's wrong princess?" Daddy asked. Donnie pointed to the tail end of the transmission. "Bent shaft. That thing isn't any good. No wonder they didn't want you to drive it." "How hard is that to fix?" Sophie asked. "Cheaper to just buy a new car," I said. "That's a Stick shift," Jennie complained. "You know I can't drive a stick." Connie giggled, "that's not what Denise said. She says you drive her stick pretty good." "Girls, please not in front of Sophie, Momma warned us. "Bitch," Jennie said. "Slut" Sophie was giggling. "Ok, both of you. Bathroom right now!" Momma was pissed. "Connie, I trust you to keep going," I said swishing my butt as I lead the way to the bathroom. "Alright, you know the penalty, so choose your soap." I reached for the Dial, and Jennie grabbed it first. "That's ok I prefer Ivory." I smiled and then stuffed the bar in my mouth. "Ten minutes, both of you. I don't want Sophie growing up with a gutter mouth." Of all the bars of soap in the world the two worst to have in your mouth are Dial and Lava. Jennie sat on the toilet and I sat on the edge of the tub waiting for the timer to run out and go Ding. The instant it did Jennie was up and at the sink scooping handfuls of water into her mouth to get rid of the taste. I grabbed a toothbrush and went to the kitchen sink. I heard a giggle as I turned on the water. "The Mrs. Said she was going to teach you all not to cuss like sailors," Anna said. Gee thanks for warning us, I mumbled trying to wash the taste out of my mouth. At lesht it wazunt Dile." "I think Irish Spring is the worst according to my grandson. But in my day it was lye soap. Maybe I should tell your Momma I keep a bar under the sink there from when Jennie was little." "Oh god Anna, get rid of it before she finds it. Please," Jennie begged. Looking at me she said that stuff is lethal." "Sure does wonders to whiten your teeth though," Daddy was at the door. "Connie wants to know if it's ok to hook up the cherry picker on the good engine." "I think we need to get the old one out first." "Already done, I put it on the stand." "That was for the good engine so we could go through it while the rest was in the body shop." But I was smiling, "Daddy we're going to need another engine stand if Connie's going to rebuild the trashed one." She came over to Jennie, "If I buy you a new Tranny can I have your old one? It's sweet, almost like Malissa's." "Sure whatever." As soon as the engine was out dangling from the cherry picker Daddy asked who wanted to go with him to get another engine stand and try to find another transmission. Momma said not till after lunch though. And that she was going with them. "If my girls are going to be grease monkeys they need proper coveralls." As soon as they'd left I opened my garage door and we pulled in the Goat, Donnie's GTO. The day was really warm out and since we were going to be running the engine I decided to leave it open. Reaching to the back of the motor I popped the catches on his distributor, and pulled the cap back. It was just as I thought his points were getting fried. "Be a love and get the nail file out of the top left drawer for me," I motioned toward my tool box. He came back with an Emory board. With a smirk I said, "I don't think you want me using this in there." I carried it back and got the metal file. Taking off the rotor I had him bump the engine until the points were fully opened. Then he leaned over watching what I was doing. I quickly filed down the rough edges and the melted spot. "Ok those are good for about another four or five thousand miles. But they have a hole in the middle so you need another set just in