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A New Christmas Mommy Part III (June 20-July 10 2018)
"Come on, let me see....."
Diana sat at her desk, looking through some data entry tasks she
needed to do before the lunch break. Her pink tipped fingers typing
elegantly, as she got the financial information up onto the
spreadsheet for the weekly report that the CFO would need for the
meeting on Friday. Goodness, she thought, the work is hard and the
hours are long, but yeah its honest work, noted that with a slight
smirk to herself. Diana had on a pair of reading glasses (not just for
the work, but she also liked pulling off a 'sexy librarian'
appearance) which only served to enhance her looks.
A month had passed, and Diana had been doing her homework on the
adoption process. Apparently, it was quite the long and complicated
process but well worth the effort Diana thought. She had to get her
head around it but it seems too much with all the legal lingo and what
not. She had kept the business card for this Mr. Peter Johansen but
had put off contacting him, thinking she could figure things out for
herself. But it was becoming clear to her to get him to meet up with
her, perhaps for a fancy dinner. Hmm that would be the apropos way to
do for that, she concluded as she heard the bell ring for lunch break.
When she left the office, she scurried off to the ladies' and placed
her call, then realizing it went straight to voicemail, left a message
hoping that Mr. Johansen would call her back.
//////
Peter Johansen never expected such a call before. He had only been
with the firm for just over a year, mainly assisting with other cases
that the more experienced members were involved with. But this might
be his big chance to impress, he figured. Fresh out of an big time
Southern law school, he was quite the fit and smart young man. He
heard that his prospective client, one Mrs. Diana Princeton, was
asking for advice about a civil matter. She even invited him for a
dinner meeting on the coming Saturday night, something the young
lawyer couldn't pass up. She had certainly sounded elegant over the
phone, he remembered as he sat down at the restaurant (a fancy Italian
kitchen place in the city), waiting for Mrs. Princeton.
"Oh sorry, excuse me, I am a bit late," he heard a soft and feminine
voice coming from over by the entrance. There stood one of the most
gorgeous women he had ever met: A quite mature beauty. He noted her
pageboy dirty blonde hair, wonderfully coiffed. This went down to her
outfit, a long silk dark red dress with a high neck covering her
bosoms. It extended down to her ankles, where light 3 in heels adorned
her feet. She wore a silver cross necklace which plunge down to her
bosoms, carefully encased in the top of the dress. Along with that,
she had on a glamorous wedding band and engagement ring set alongside
a set of impeccable dark red manicured nails. But that paled in
comparison to her face-immaculate makeup, not too thick but gave off a
mature aura about her.
"Uhh, hello, are you Peter Johansen? The maitre'd pointed me over here
but I wanted to check, hehe," this beauty asked as she had made her
way to the table. The scent of lavender perfume clouded Peter's nose a
bit but he composed himself, and answered back "Oh yes, you must be
Mrs. Princeton?" She nodded, as she took her seat across the table
from Peter, placing her small clutch purse next to her plate. "Why yes
I am, thank you young man," she added with a slight grin to him. Young
man, he thought, I am merely 27 whereas she must be, what in her mid-
30s, he figured. Shaking his head, he replied "Oh alright then, well
let us get some food; I've heard they make some excellent lasagna...."
as he glanced at his fabulous guest.
The two ordered their food and began to eat it eagerly. Diana had
gotten a grilled chicken salad, drizzled in thousand island dressing
the various greens on the plate. Meanwhile, Peter had ordered a
succulent steak and pasta dish. The two ate quietly, with Diana
flashing him a slight smile. Awkward, he thought so once he had
finished his steak he spoke up:
"So, Mrs. Princeton, what's this civil matter you wish to speak on?"
"Oh please, call me Diana-anyway it's quite a personal matter." She
then produced a note from her clutch purse, handing it over to Peter.
"Ah, I see then.....an adoption case.... and with a teenage girl no
less?"
"What were you expecting, something a bit more interesting eh?" she
quipped with a silvery laugh. Peter shirked at the remark, which Diana
picked up on quickly.
"Oh sorry, Peter-I can call you that, right-anyway, me and my husband
have tried to get children of our own, but due to physical
shortcomings, we can't." She paused to sigh wistfully then resumed,
"Anyway, when I first saw poor Jane at Christmas, I knew that she
needed a better home." She glanced over to Peter, flashing a neat
white smile.
Peter sighed. "Well, all well and good, Diana, but the adoption
process is quite complicated. First off, a social worker would likely
need to visit you to see the state of your household. Once that is
passed, you would need to get permissions from her parents if they are
still living, as well as her current legal guardian, Sister Nancy was
it?" Diana nodded briefly then allowed him to resume: "Then with any
luck, we would just go to see the judge to sign the paperwork with you
on clearing the adoption. All in all, you are looking at a few months
at best." Peter then shifted in his seat, before pulling out a sheet
of paper from his suit pocket. Writing on it, he passed over to Diana,
remarking, "....And this is how much I am looking at to assist you
with this."
Diana looked at the note, seeing the amount written for Peter's
services. Heh, cute she thought as she relaxed her stance on her seat,
before responding, "Why, Peter, I think this is a bit high, don't you
think?" uttering in a sex kitten voice. Peter was taken aback by this
reaction-surely by high balling it, I would have been able to defer
her from doing this. "Well..... you have a counter offer?" Peter
asked, rather hesitantly. Then he heard the plop of heels from under
the table. "Mmmm, ah, so glad to have these heels off," Diana stated
seductively, as she subtly stretched her legs.
Peter seemed puzzled at this, until he felt a foot rubbing up against
his leg. He peeked below the table, to see it was Diana's hose-encased
foot. Before he could speak, her foot was now nearing his crotch. He
squirmed as the foot played around there, making him rock hard down
there. He then looked back to notice Diana smirking at him and then
she spoke up, "Well, well looks like Mr. Johnson downstairs is
interested in giving me some....slack perhaps?" letting out a playful
giggle. Peter then felt the foot move back away from him, but he was
still feeling hard down there.
He stammered a response, "Well.....I suppose I could cut it down to
70% of that cost or we could discuss a possible payment plan...." as
he tried his best to avoid getting further aroused. But man, he
thought, she is one hot babe and god she makes quite the persuasive
argument. Diana giggled then replied, "Well I suppose I can give you a
down payment, and then we can discuss this at other time...." as she
pulled out a checkbook and a pen from her clutch purse. She wrote
elegantly, then presented it to Peter. He took one look at it, then
remarked, "Well we are in business now, Mrs. Princeton." The two
departed, though Diana noticed that Peter went to the bathroom, with
his still prominent tent-pole in his pants. Hehe, she thought to
herself, works like a charm every time, as she strode out of the
restaurant and into the moonlit night. Being an executive secretary
has it perks to be sure.
///////////
So, Diana was on her way back home from work the following week after
the dinner meeting. Mr. Peter Johnansen had told her that within the
next week or so, she would receive a visit from a social worker. She
pulled her car into the parking deck, then got out to walk over to the
building. Taking an elevator up to the second floor, she thought about
her current living space. She had spent the previous days after work
cleaning up the condo, making it look presentable. Her condo is a 3
bed 2 bath with a living room/kitchen sandwiched between. On the left
side were Diana and Tim's bedrooms, with a guest room on the right
side. Yes, she thought, Jane would stay in that guest room. As she
reached out to unlock the front door of the condo, she heard a 'ahem'
come from behind.
Diana turned around quickly to see who made that noise. She saw what
looked to be a older, matronly woman standing in the hallway. She
looked to be in her sixties, wiry white hair adorned her face wrinkled
and bespectacled face. As she approached, it was clear to Diana that
she was about a head shorter then she was, but that seem to contain an
strong aura of haughtiness abound this woman. It was only when she was
near Diana, that she noticed a name tag on the woman's crisp blue suit
jacket: Nina Anderson, Social Worker. Oh shit Diana realized, she's
here now, of all times.
"Oh hello there, Mrs. Diana Princeton was it?" Nina asked as she shook
Diana's hand briskly. "Uhh yes, you must be the social worker Mr.
Johansen mentioned?" Diana asked in a troubled tone. Crap, I figured I
would have some time to unwind, Diana mused to herself. "Why yes I am,
Mrs. Princeton. I have worked in association with Mr. Johansen's firm
before, many times over I might add," Nina replied sternly then
continued, "Anyway, I am here to inspect your living accommodations to
make sure they are suitable for Ms. Jane Doe."
"Oh is that her actual last name?" Diana asked, her interest piqued.
"Oh no, but that has been expunged from the records for some reason,"
Nina quipped back tersely. "Now then shall we go in?" Diana nodded
solemnly as she led Nina into her condo.
"Hmm, quite nice place you got here, Mrs. Princeton," Nina noted with
a sense of detachment. Diana kept her distance a bit from her,
watching out for any sudden movement. "So, where would young Jane be
living here?" Nina asked pointedly. "Ah well I have a guest room off
to the right that is seldom used. My husband and I share one of the
rooms to the left together, though he is often out and about on
business trips," casting her head downwards a bit. "So....who lives in
the third room?" Nina posed to her suddenly. "I don't understand....."
Diana began to retort but was interrupted by Nina, "I have had reports
of a young man coming in and out of this very condo within the past
month. Last time in fact he was seen coming in last week but hasn't
been seen. I wonder why that is, Mrs. Princeton?"
Diana shuffled her feet a bit, then recovered. "Ah well, that is my
young nephew, Timothy. He will often come by for weekend visits, and
we have allowed him to stay over from time to time. Something wrong
with that?" she replied back with confidence in her voice. Nina, taken
aback for a moment, then responded in kind, "Well nothing untoward
like that, ma'am. But I do find it suspect that a young man would be
staying on occasion at your residence, where you plan to have a young
girl here.." but Nina stopped when she noticed Diana giving her a mean
glare... "Ah, don't misunderstand, but as a social worker I wish to
see to it that nothing.... unbecoming.... will happen once the young
Jane starts to live here, probably." Nina began to crane her neck
around, before asking, "So where's this young Tim at? Surely he must
not be some lazy bum freeloading on his rich aunt's tab. Now where is
he now? Nina asked rather pointedly.
Diana was shocked at the baseless accusation, but she knew she
couldn't say anything directly without giving up the game. "Uhh
yeah.... hmm let me go check on him-you just have a seat there in a
kitchen," Diana commanded to her guest as she walked over to the left
side of the condo, opening the door leading to those bedrooms. "I hope
he's decent at least, or it might take a bit longer. Tim!, are you
there?" Diana called out as she shut the door behind her. Whew that
was close, Diana thought as she locked the hallway door before she
walked into her bedroom.
As soon as she got into the bedroom, she began her undressing. First,
she kicked off her navy blue high heels as she also tugged off her
dark pleated skirt and opaque blouse. "Ugh, why do these always seem
so form fitting?" Diana asked aloud to herself as she tossed those
items onto her bed. Now she stood in her undergarments-dark velvet bra
and panties with black pantyhose with a corset wrapped around her
waist. She blew a kiss to herself as she saw herself in the vanity
mirror.
Moving on, she tugged down the panties and pantyhose, taking her wide
hips and sizeable butt with them, revealing thin hips with a skin
colored gaffe. That too was tugged away, revealing the instrument of
his actual gender, a bit limp though. Next, she hurriedly unhooked her
bra, letting her bosoms loose to jiggle a bit in the air. She then
grabbed around her collarbone, revealing the bosom bra which she then
unfastened from Tim's flat male chest.
Next Tim, with Diana's face and head still on, he walked over to the
vanity quickly, though he had grabbed a set of plaid boxers to cover
his male privates. He sometimes kept a pair in Diana's bedroom in case
he needed a quick change-over. Anyway, Tim plucked off Diana's red
press on nails, as he took in Diana's wonderful face. He then grabbed
the hidden bobby pins, pulling off the wig and setting it down on top
of the head case he had on the vanity. Finally, he pulled off Diana's
face mask, taking great care not to mar it. He placed carefully onto
its rightful place then removed the blue contact lenses and the female
dentures. There done with her, for now, Tim mentioned to himself.
He took one moment to glance at himself, for the first time in weeks
it seemed. His face was caked with a mix of sweat and mask adhesive,
but he enjoyed being an older woman. Always more fun, he mused to
himself as he then heard a knock at the hallway door. "Mrs. Princeton,
are you there?" Nina called out. Shit, Tim thought as he hurried to
first to the bathroom to wash his face then his bedroom to grab some
clothes to throw on. He called out in Diana's voice "Yes he's coming
out in a moment-poor young man was resting up. " before he adjusted
his voice back to his natural tenor. He finally stepped out, to meet
Nina and settle any misconceptions she might have had. He grabbed a
white shirt and khaki shorts to complete his 'casual-just got out of
bed' look.
Tim entered the living room where Nina Anderson was seated at the
kitchen table, glancing here and there, jotting down notes on her
notepad. "Ah, you must be Tim...." Nina asked. "Yes, Tim Saunders.
Diana is my dad's sister," as he shook hands with Nina. "Coffee, Miss
Nina?" Tim asked to which Nina nodded. As he went to fetch that, "So,
where is your aunt?" Nina asked pointedly. "Oh well, she is resting
currently, rough day at the office I imagine.," Tim replied back
sheepishly as he brought back a cup of coffee to her. "Oh thanks, ah
quite right, so I won't pry too much but young man, what is it that
you do for a living?" Nina posed intently towards Tim.
He stammered a bit, but replied back with confidence. "Well I work for
a local non-profit. I sometimes end up traveling a lot but Aunt Diana
has allowed me to stay over while I am in town." Nina nodded and then
recalled, "Ah ok then, that answers one of my questions...." before
getting interrupted by Tim.
"Aunt Diana has told me about this upcoming adoption idea she has
regarding the young girl Jane. And while I have some doubt myself as
she hasn't had a child of her own, I am sure Jane will be in capable
hands. You have my word and honor as a man that nothing unbecoming
will be towards Jane if she ends up living with Aunt Diana."
Nina was silent for a moment, then replied, "Well I will be in touch
with Mrs. Diana Princeton, here's my contact info," handing a business
card to Tim. "Though I think it might help Diana if she makes an
effort to get to know Jane a bit better-helps to build rapport between
adopted child and adoptive parent I've noticed in my experience."
"Just saying," she said tersely as she got up to leave. Once she
exited the condo, Tim breathed a heavy sigh. Well thanks goodness that
worked out as he went back to the bedroom. Now to work out ways to
know Jane better, find some common ground, Tim mused.
////////
Jane was sitting inside the school's chapel, alone with her thoughts.
The vast space of the place was somewhere she felt comfortable as she
glanced around the pews and the various religious iconography adorning
the solemn wooden area. SHe wasn't much into religion, having had a
tough life so she had some doubts about God's existence. After all if
this God was real, then surely her life would have been smooth sailing
right? Anyway, she had to take some time to think about Mrs. Diana
Princeton's proposal. But being a recent 16 year old girl, she was
trouble coming to terms with such a huge life decision.
"Ahem, are you troubled, young miss?" a deep yet calm voice spoke up
from the back entrance of the chapel. Jane looked to see Father
Derrick, the school's chaplain and spiritual advisor. A portly man of
perhaps over 50 or so, with dark skin and a shaved head but a
prominent dark beard, he seemed more like a jolly big man at least in
the brief encounters Jane had with the man of the holy cloth. "Ah,
Father, I am sorry. I am having some troubles and I figured that
coming here would calm me down, that's all," Jane spoke softly, as if
in reverence.
Father Derrick nodded, then talked back, "Well I am sure whatever
troubles your mind, it will find a way to work itself out," as he
approached and took a seat at the pew next to Jane. "What do you mean
by that?" Jane asked tersely, with a hint of bitterness in her voice.
The Father looked to Jane, with a sad wise expression on his face, and
said "Well you know the story of Julian of Norwich?" Jane shook her
head dismissively, prompting the Father to resume. "Well she was a
holy woman back in the Dark Ages, who wrote quite extensively about
faith, prompted by visions she had from God. Anyway, there was one
time where she got to speak to Jesus. Naturally, she asked him why
there was so much suffering and sin in the world, why God in his
infinite wisdom didn't stop sin from the onset."
"What was Jesus's response?" Jane asked, her interest piqued if only a
bit. Father Derrick smiled briefly at her, then continued, "Well he
responded by saying that it was natural for sin to be in the world fo
he would come again to save us all from it, but all shall be well and
all manner of things shall be well. In other words, despite the
sometimes adverse circumstances life may throw our way, in the end
Christ will put things right." Jane looked at him with a look of
surprise. "So, you mean it was natural that my dad....did what he did
to me and my mom....." looking downcast to the floor of the chapel.
"Oh no no I don't mean to imply that-just that sin and suffering helps
to shape us and make us stronger and better in God's eyes, I suppose.
Oh sorry I went on a bit of a sermon, my apologies, dear."
Jane shook her head, and responded, "No it's all good, Father. I
appreciate the chat, it made me feel at ease a bit more." Jane then
got up and said, "Though Father if you do a prayer for me....."
"Consider it done, dear-you didn't need to ask. Have a good day." Jane
walked out, thinking to herself-so what do me and Mrs. Princeton have
in common? the question hovering in her mind on her way back to Sister
Nancy's.
Next time: Diana and Jane make efforts to find common ground, but then
someone unexpected returns into Jane's life, and might throw those
plans into disarray.
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