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Your Wish Come True
by Pol Roger
Chapter 15
A Generous Nature
How generous can she afford to be?
MANDY managed to avoid Genevieve and her other new "friends" for most of the
day.
She had decided to do her best to just stay out of their way, and if she
happened to run into them she would be as friendly as possible but firmly
resist hanging out with them. It hadn't been easy to come to this resolve,
since a part of her felt very drawn to these strong and attractive girls,
especially Genevieve, who seemed to be annoyingly controlling yet also very
kind and concerned about her. But they also scared her. Maybe that was part
of their attraction, she wondered.
Mandy felt vindicated in her decision as the day went on, and she felt her
self-confidence returning. She began to experience again the light-hearted
joyousness that she had begun to regard as normal. She still felt a slight
anxiety about whether people liked her, but that, too, was beginning to feel
normal.
The fact that she was making lots of friends played a significant part in
her good mood. Not only Sam and his friends, or even Gemma and her circle,
but also other students began to introduce themselves to Mandy, or respond
to her friendliness.
The word had also got out about how well she could sing and dance, so there
was no shortage of kids who wanted to make her acquaintance.
Mandy found the idea of making friends with a lot of people very appealing.
Perhaps she might set up a Facebook or MySpace profile, she considered. She
smiled as she remembered how much she had deplored such sites as self-
indulgent self-promotion when she had been Derek. And as traps for predatory
paedophiles and perverts, she recalled. It seemed a much less risky
proposition now. And they wouldn't allow these sites if there was any real
danger, would they?
She liked the way the boys tried to impress her. She actually liked it! How
sick was that? she thought, without much real concern, however, though it
continued to surprise her somewhat. She found herself wanting them to
appreciate her and even be turned on by her. She made sure she had a smile
and friendly look for any boys she found noticing her, even ones she thought
didn't attract her that much. She definitely related to boys (and men)
differently than to girls. Most girls, anyway. It was a bit confusing.
I wonder why I enjoy it so much when I catch them looking at me? she asked
herself.
You feel flattered, she realised. You feel good about yourself when others
admire you, because appearance is what people are mostly interested in. If
they like the way you look they might like you better. When people think
you're attractive you can connect with them and then you won't be lonely.
Yes, it all makes perfect sense, she understood. But she still had to be
nice to people, so they weren't put off.
There was also another reason Mandy was enjoying the attention she was
getting. She barely registered it consciously, but the idea of turning
others on actually made her feel turned on herself. It gave her a pleasant
melting feeling somewhere inside. She was getting slightly moist between the
legs every time it seemed to her that someone was finding her hot. It feels
quite nice, she noted vaguely.
Mandy also enjoyed the girlfriends she was making. There was so much they
had to talk about, and it was always interesting. A lot of it was about
clothes or hair or who was interested in whom, but there were always depths
to be plumbed on every subject. Sometimes it was just hilarious, the things
that some girls said or the things they noticed. It was hard to keep a
straight face sometimes when she remembered what so-and-so said about
what's-her-face.
It was like belonging to a secret group that spoke a secret language, which
revealed an amazing and wonderful secret world. Mandy would never have
guessed how interesting girl-talk could be, or how boring a lot of other
stuff now seemed. It was a bit like an epiphany, she was thinking in the
girl's lavatory at the start of lunchtime, but she couldn't really think
about it for long because Sam and the others were waiting for her to have
lunch with them in the refectory, and she had to see Gemma about something
on the way.
The day passed in a whirl of sweetly pleasant conversations and encounters.
The last lesson of the day was English Language and Literature. It only
struck Mandy on the way that she would see Genevieve and Stacey there. Well,
she had to face them some time.
Genevieve was in the corner of the room in deep conversation with George
Corrigan, her tall athletic-looking boyfriend. He was something of a rugby
star in the school. He was very good-looking Mandy noticed. Genevieve was
adjusting his tie as she talked with him, a look of quiet satisfaction on
her face. She was standing very close to him, positioned between his legs as
he leaned back against a desk. He had the look of a big dog who was enjoying
having his tummy rubbed.
Genevieve paid no attention to Mandy when she entered, and neither did
Stacey Murphy.
The class went on to the end of the school day. Mandy wondered what she
should do about Genevieve. Should she just bolt out the door and get as far
away as possible? But then Genevieve or Stacey might be offended, and she
didn't want to risk offending Genevieve or Stacey.
Mandy decided to go over to Genevieve and say hello. Genevieve was once
again focussed on George. Mandy was quite close when Genevieve noticed her.
"Oh, Mandy, hello," she said, sounding a little annoyed.
"Hi, Genevieve. Sorry I haven't seen much of you today," Mandy answered.
Genevieve and Stacey, who was nearby putting her schoolbag in order,
exchanged looks and smiled to each other.
"Oh, well I've been a bit busy myself, actually. Look, Mandy, I'm afraid I
won't be able to take you to the mall today. I have to do something else."
"Yes, Genevieve, of course. Whatever you say."
Mandy was wonderfully relieved. She had to go straight home anyway, but she
dreaded being the one to put Genevieve off. Now it was Genevieve who
couldn't spare time for her. It was like a miracle.
"Good. Now you run along and I'll talk to you later. Don't be too
disappointed," said Genevieve.
"I'll try. Bye, Genevieve. Bye, Stacey."
Mandy was out the door, almost skipping for joy. She just caught Genevieve's
voice saying the words: "--idolises me."
Mandy raced out to catch a bus to the station. She needed to get home today
as quickly as possible to meet Emma, and it was a great relief that she had
been spared any problems or explanations with Genevieve.
Mixed with her relief, however, Mandy sensed a slight feeling of
disappointment at how easily she had got away. There certainly was something
compelling about Genevieve.
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MANDY actually ran all the way home from Sloane Square Station, and was
breathing hard when she raced into the apartment, just blowing a kiss to the
porter.
As she'd hoped, Emma was already there, listening to music in the living
room. Mandy gave a squeal and, dumping her schoolbag, hugged Emma tightly.
"So you remembered I had a surprise for you?" Mandy asked, looking into
Emma's face.
"You've been reminding me all week, so I could hardly forget, could I?" Emma
said, trying to appear unconcerned, but Mandy could tell she was quite
intrigued.
Mandy quickly got changed out of her school uniform into a short grey
woollen dress, a black top, and black tights with high-heeled ankle boots.
She put on some makeup as quickly as she could and inserted a small jewel
nose stud in place of the acrylic retainer she wore to school. She donned a
suede fur-trimmed coat that came to just above her knees and a woollen scarf
against the cold and intermittent rain. She had untied her hair from the
single ponytail she had worn that day, and arranged it to hang loosely over
her shoulders.
Emma said she felt underdressed (in slacks and a short jacket) but Mandy
said it was perfect. Where were they going? Emma asked. Mandy wouldn't say.
They walked up the street to Chesham Place and hailed a taxi. Mandy gave the
driver an address in Chelsea.
When they arrived at their destination, Mandy took Emma by the hand and led
her into the big Mercedes Benz showroom. She could sense Emma was losing
some of her excitement.
She had rung the dealership to let them know they were on their way, so
Nathan was standing outside to greet them. Mandy walked up to him and gave
him a peck on the cheek. Emma observed this with some interest.
"Hiya, Mandy," he said, "and this must be Emma. I'm Nathan. Mandy's told me
all about you."
"Has she?" said Emma rather cautiously.
"Come this way, please. Everything is ready," said Nathan. "It's just inside
because of the rain," he added.
They followed him into the car showroom.
Just beyond the entrance, roped off from the showroom cars, was a beautiful
new silver SL 65 AMG Mercedes Benz convertible.
"The first sight needs to be with the top down," said Nathan, looking
admiringly at the car. His first sale.
"What do you think?" Mandy asked Emma.
"Absolutely gorgeous," she said. "You're not thinking of buying one, are
you? Do you really think you need such an expensive car?" Emma thought she
had figured out Mandy's surprise, and she rather disapproved of it.
Nevertheless, she couldn't take her eyes off the superb piece of machinery
before her. She tried to suppress a vague sense of jealousy.
"I agree," said Mandy happily. I don't need such an expensive car. And I'm
definitely not thinking of buying it."
"Oh," said Emma uncertainly. "That's all right then."
"I've already bought it," said Mandy.
It took a second or two for Emma to register what Mandy had said.
"What!" she spat at last. "But you said you didn't need it. Shouldn't you
look around a bit first?" Apart from her sharp look at Mandy, Emma wasn't
looking anywhere but the gleaming convertible.
"Oh, I did look around. Very carefully. And this was the car I decided on. I
took it for a test drive and everything. Not this very one, of course, but
the same model."
"That she did," Nathan commented.
"Anyway, it's not for me," Mandy announced.
"Oh," said Emma, not quite understanding what Mandy meant. "That's all right
then. Sorry, I thought you'd said you'd already bought it."
"I have. Bought and paid for," said Mandy. "Emma, it's for you. Why don't
you sit in your new car?"
Emma gaped at Mandy. "For me? My car? What are you talking about?"
"I ordered the car last week. Don't worry, it's all paid for. All you have
to do is sign the papers."
"But why? How?" Emma spluttered, "Why did you buy it for me? It's your
money, isn't it? Wait, you didn't buy yourself one as well, did you?"
"No, I only bought this one," Mandy said, laughing. "I told you I thought
you needed a car, with all the extra running around you'll be doing, and
studying, and everything. Don't you like it?" Mandy said, concerned.
"No, it isn't that. I love it, actually," Emma said. "But I've only ever
dreamed of having a car like this. I'm not sure I understand what you're
saying."
"It's easy," Mandy said. "I bought you this car. I made sure it had
everything I think you'll need. I don't think you'll get tired of it quickly
either. I've driven it, and it's sex on wheels."
"That it is," added Nathan, grinning rather foolishly.
"I own this car?" Emma gasped, ignoring Nathan.
Mandy nodded, smiling with delight. "When you sign the papers, anyway," she
added.
"This is my own car?"
Mandy laughed and nodded some more.
"Look, Mandy, this is a lovely car, but it must have cost a small fortune,"
Emma said nervously. "What did it cost?"
"Don't worry about that now," Mandy said. "Just rest assured it's all paid
for."
Emma had got into the car, and Nathan was showing her how to adjust the seat
and steering wheel, and program the settings into the car's memory.
After taking her through some of the car's features, Nathan conducted the
girls into the office for Emma to sign the registration, ownership and
insurance papers. Emma seemed in a daze.
Someone brought three glasses of champagne and they all sipped their drinks
as Emma filled in the papers.
The rain had stopped and the sun came out.
"Excellent!" said Nathan, "you'll be able to keep the top down. Don't worry,
it'll be warm enough," he said, adding: "Climate control," by way of
explanation.
The big glass doors near the car had been opened and the rope barriers
removed. Emma was going to drive the car straight out of the showroom.
"I wanted to deliver it," said Nathan, "but Mandy wanted you to come here to
collect it. She said it was more suspenseful."
He waved them off as Emma drove Mandy and herself out into the traffic.
People actually stopped to look at these two beautiful women in such a
desirable car.
"He's nice, isn't he?" Mandy said as they drove away.
"Who?" asked Emma, concentrating on driving.
"Nathan. At the car place," answered Mandy.
"Oh, yes, I suppose." He struck Emma as a bit gormless.
"He was the only one who'd help me, you know," Mandy began to explain. "I
couldn't believe it, no one would serve me." Mandy told the story of her
visit to the show room on Sunday and how she'd faced down the salesman who
was going to probably sack Nathan, and would only buy the car from him.
"Until then they wouldn't take me seriously. You'd think they never sold a
car to a young woman before. It's been a bit of an eye-opener on how they
treat women," she added.
"They probably sell many cars to young women," Emma said, "it's just that
they tend to be accompanied by a parent or boyfriend, or anyone really. I
don't think I'd ever go shopping for a car without someone with me. I'd be
scared to death of making a big mistake. I think you were very brave doing
it all by yourself."
"Do you really?" Mandy said, pleased.
"In fact, I'm just amazed," Emma said, seeming to forget that Mandy had ever
been anything other than a rather scatty blond teenager. "Shall we drive
around a bit?"
"Why not drive through Hyde Park and then back to Chesham Street? There's no
point going for a long drive in rush hour," Mandy advised.
"Alright," Emma agreed. "I think I need to calm down a bit, anyway."
They drove through Brompton and up Exhibition Road, crossing Kensington Road
into Hyde Park and drove up West Carriage Drive over the Serpentine Bridge
and towards Bayswater Road at the Paddington side of the park.
The rain had held off but now it began to sprinkle a little as they turned
into North Carriage Drive, so they put the hard top up. They came out at
Marble Arch and made their way home in the heavy rush hour traffic down Park
Lane, past Wellington Arch and through Belgrave and Eaton Squares.
They parked right outside the apartment, and locked the car carefully before
heading inside. It was still sprinkling lightly. They were so excited they
got George to come out of the porter's office and showed him the car.
Once inside the apartment Emma turned to Mandy.
"I don't know what to say." She squeezed Mandy in a long tight hug. Thank
you so much," she said at last, releasing Mandy. They headed down towards
the kitchen. Emma felt like a drink to celebrate.
"So how much did it cost, then?" asked Emma.
"I don't think I should tell you, Em. It's a present, after all."
"Yes, but if I'm going to be your trustee, I'll find out anyway. And how did
you pay for it?"
"Well, it wasn't cheap," Mandy answered. "And under normal circumstances, I
wouldn't ever consider such an expensive car. It's just that I thought it
would really suit you, and I had just enough to get it."
Emma looked at Mandy narrowly. "You'd better tell me how much it was," she
said.
"Don't worry," Mandy said cheerfully, "I've got a credit limit of ?200,000,
and it was only about ?150,000. After insurance and registration and
everything."
"A hundred and fifty thousand pounds!" yelled Emma. "And you bought it on
credit?"
"Yes," said Mandy. "But I've got a lot of credit left still."
"You do realise the credit limit is still credit, don't you? You're still
going to have to pay it off somehow. Your allowance is twenty thousand a
month--which is an awful lot of money--but now you'll be spending it all on
debt. And you've almost reached your annual limit in the first week."
Mandy was chewing her lip.
"I thought when Brian said it was an annual credit limit that the payments
were made by the estate or the company somehow, and then you spend it and it
gets filled up again each year. Is that not right?"
"As if! That was just your credit limit, which you have to pay off out of
your allowance," Emma scoffed. "At least, I think that's how it would be.
Look, I think we'd better check that as soon as possible.
"Anyway, I can't believe you just went and put a hundred and fifty thousand
grand on a credit card. And how irresponsible of the car dealers! Did they
even authorise it?" Emma sneered.
"Oh, yes! I had to answer some security questions on the phone," Mandy said.
"And then they authorised it? Just like that? A hundred and fifty thousand
pounds?"
"Give or take," Mandy said.
"That must have been awesome!" Emma said softly.
"It was!" Mandy added, sensing Emma was relenting in her sudden criticism of
Mandy's extravagance.
"But I can't possibly keep the car. I can't have you spending your whole
allowance paying off a credit card debt. Think how much interest it will
cost!" Emma said resolutely, her own disappointment showing through.
"Wait, Emma," said Mandy, beginning to feel tears coming on. "You must keep
the car. I want you to have it so much! Even if I do have to pay it off, I
don't mind. Let me just check with Brian, alright?"
Mandy phoned Brian's office and asked if she could speak with him. She was
put through almost at once. She was sniffling slightly as she apologised for
bothering him when he was probably very busy but it was important and
couldn't wait and would he please explain about the arrangements for paying
the annual credit limit, and what annual meant and she wouldn't have rung
him if it wasn't really, really urgent.
I used to be a senior partner in this guy's law firm, Mandy considered,
rather mystified, while she spoke on the phone. Just listen to how I'm
talking to him! I really need to get a grip. Emma also seems to have
forgotten I'm a senior lawyer.
Mandy had to abandon this train of thought, however, as she had to
concentrate hard on what Brian was saying.
Emma could only hear Mandy's side of the conversation. She seemed to be
getting upset, Emma decided. Her own comments were rather short, even
monosyllabic. She mentioned something about the car. Yes, rather expensive,
she said. She told Brian the amount. There were some more monosyllabic
comments. In the end, Mandy thanked Brian for his time, and said that now
she understood the situation. She ended the call and put the phone back in
its recharging cradle on the security monitor.
"Well?" asked Emma, preparing herself to launch into Mandy for her
silliness, extravagance and scattiness, as soon as the facts were clear.
"Well, he explained it," Mandy said flatly, looking a bit shocked.
"And?" Emma insisted.
"Well, there's an annual credit limit of two hundred thousand pounds..."
"We know that already," Emma interrupted.
"And that's all I can normally put on credit in a year," said Mandy
unhelpfully.
"And then you have to pay it off, right?" said Emma gloomily.
"It does have to be paid off, true. But it gets paid off every month,
whatever the amount, until the annual credit limit is reached. After that,
no more credit. Until the next financial year. Unless the trustee authorises
extended credit." Mandy was starting to smirk.
"So who's paying it off?" Emma asked incredulously.
"The estate is, or the company or whatever it is, Mandy answered. "Emma, I'm
supposed to spend that much! That's the credit allowance. Apparently twenty
thousand a month might not be enough for big expenses!"
"So you were right," Emma said, looking dumbfounded.
"Not quite," Mandy corrected. "Apparently a car, is considered a standard
item, and will be reimbursed from the estate."
"Even a one hundred and fifty-thousand-pound car?" asked Emma.
"Any car," Answered Mandy.
Emma looked as if she were in shock. "You were right," she said again
incredulously, "Just how bloody rich are you?"
"I don't know," answered Mandy. She was looking unhappy.
"Well, this is fine then, isn't it?" Emma continued. "There's no problem
after all. Shit, I was scared there for a moment. I can't believe you were
actually right about this!" she laughed.
Mandy was silent.
"You don't seem very happy about it," Emma said. She was still feeling
rather stunned and wrung out.
Mandy was playing with the skirt of her dress.
"I am happy. I'm very relieved, actually. You had me really worried. It's
just that I thought I was getting you the biggest, best present ever, and
now I find out it won't even cost me a penny. Anyway, apparently I won't be
so free to make big purchases after you become my guardian." Mandy gave Emma
a rueful smile.
Emma studied Mandy. "You were prepared to spend practically the whole of
your allowance paying off my car," she said, finally.
Mandy shrugged.
"Why are you being so generous?" asked Emma. She was deep in thought for a
moment or two. Then she spoke: "Is it Dad or Mandy I should be thanking? I
don't understand."
Mandy seemed to be considering this as well.
"Derek would have done anything for you, Em, you know that. You or Peter.
That won't change." She paused for a moment. "Funnily enough, though, I
don't think I would have approved of just giving you a car when I was Derek.
I think I'd have thought you should have to work for it yourself, or
something."
"That sounds pretty right," interrupted Emma.
"But I didn't even think about that, really. Not until just now when you
asked. I think I just wanted you to have it because you're such a good
friend, and I seemed to be able to give it to you."
"And I've been pretty horrible, haven't I," said Emma eventually. "I don't
deserve a friend like you," she blurted out.
In a flash the two girls were in tears, embracing, then they were laughing
and wiping their tears away.
"So, you like the car?" Mandy said finally.
"It's the most wonderful present I've ever been given. I can't really
believe it. It's such a beautiful car. What if it gets stolen, or I crash
it?"
"Just so long as you're okay, it wouldn't matter. That's why it's insured,"
Mandy responded.
They sat holding hands for quite a while.
"But what about you?" Emma suddenly said, "don't you need a car as well? I
suppose you could get an SL Mercedes as well since cars seem to be bought by
the estate."
"Actually, although I think it's a lovely car, I found it felt a bit big
when I drove it. I've been thinking of getting something different, a
Peugeot, for myself; a 307 CC I think it is. It's a convertible like yours--
really nice!--in a sort of peacock blue I've seen. And I'm pretty sure it
costs much less. Anyway, I need to do the test and get a license in my own
name before I think of getting a car. Maybe I should book some lessons?"
Some time later Emma and Mandy decided to eat out for dinner at a restaurant
in Sloane Square.
"I'll be moving in tomorrow," Emma pointed out over coffee after the meal,
"but I have to be home tonight. I promised Mum I wouldn't stay out too
late."
They paid the bill and returned to Chesham Street for one last coffee before
Emma had to go.
"I shouldn't have been so mean to you earlier about the car and putting it
on credit and everything," Emma said as they drank their espressos. "I'm
sorry for being so awful. I still can't believe you were right."
"That's okay," said Mandy, not quite sure how to take Emma's last remark.
"You always were a bit bossy. Even when I was your father you sometimes got
stuck-in if you had a bee in your bonnet. You always had a strong will of
your own."
Emma smiled, but it quickly faded.
"You said "when you were my father" just now," Emma said after a pause.
"Does that mean you don't think of yourself that way now?"
"Oh, did I?" said Mandy. "I meant, 'when I was Derek.'"
Emma nodded thoughtfully. She took a few sips of her coffee.
"This afternoon," Emma ventured, "I sort of completely forgot you were
anything but Mandy. You know, "schoolgirl Mandy". I treated you like a
stupid kid, didn't I?"
"Maybe," Mandy answered uncertainly, "perhaps a bit."
"I still can't get my head around all this sometimes," Emma sighed. "Am I
really that bossy?" she said after another thoughtful pause.
"Not all the time," Mandy said, smiling encouragingly.
They finished their coffee. Mandy saw Emma to her car and then went back
into the apartment.
Now, what should she put on her blog? she wondered.
Remember, it's not your private diary, she told herself. Others are going to
be reading it. Perhaps lots of others. Keep it vague and light-hearted.
Nothing too serious or personal. Above all you mustn't hint at your past as
Derek, or any kind of transformation.
As if I'd do that! I'm not an idiot. Hmm. Vague and light-hearted. Nothing
too serious or personal. Yes. That should be fairly easy.
Mandy sighed contentedly. That's possibly the best thing about all this, she
reflected: decisions are so easy now.
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