19 comments/ 84147 views/ 23 favorites Eye Drops Ch. 01 By: JimBob44 *Author's Note: All persons engaging in any sexual act are at least eighteen years of age. * He shuffled nervously and waited in the darkness. He liked to joke that they didn't need to turn the lights on as he didn't use them, but the truth was he was scared. The world was getting darker and darker and more and more restricted and confining. Being eighteen years old and watching you go blind was no fun at all. Doctor Tizzle came in and made the usual attempt at small talk; but as he was a quite impatient man it was a wasted effort. Finally he got down to peering into Warren's eyes and sighed. The optic nerve was nothing more than knots and bumps and scars. Anything that was able to reach Warren's retina didn't go much further than that; the nerve was almost completely shut down. "There is something new, some drops that may be able to help, but I've not really had time to follow the research," Doctor Tizzle said. "There's no operation or anything yet?" Warren asked, already knowing the answer. "Not yet, but they've been able to do some things with stem cell research, so who knows?" Doctor Tizzle shrugged. Warren jerked as Penny applied the burning, stinging drops. She was Doctor Tizzle's pretty assistant. For as long as Warren had been coming to see Doctor Tizzle, Penny had always been so nice and friendly to him. He often wondered if, as she led him down the maze of halls, the accidental brushing of her large breasts against the back of his hands, his arms, his chest were really accidental or not. She certainly leaned close to him as she would put the dilating drops in his eyes or medicated drops, or, if she were leading him, would turn a lot to brush her breasts against him. "God, I can't wait to get into the bathroom and finger myself," she said was she dabbed the drops from the corners of his eyes, breasts brushing back and forth on his chest. "My nipples are on fucking fire right now." "What!" Warren sputtered, forgetting about the stinging in his eyes. "What?" Penny asked, startled at his outburst. "What did you just say?" Warren asked in disbelief. "I Didn't say anything," Penny replied, confused. They sat in silence for a moment, Penny looking at his eyes. "Shame about his eyes; they're very pretty," she said. "Um, thanks," Warren said, embarrassed. "Um, you're welcome," Penny said, assuming Warren was thanking her for putting the drops in his eyes. "You need a hand up to the front?" "Yes, please," Warren said and unfolded his white cane. "That's it, rub, rub," Penny said as she led Warren to the reception area. "God, I love this lace bra. My nipples are about to pop!" Warren did not respond and she kept rubbing the side and front of her right breast against him as they navigated the hallway to the front of the doctor's office. She opened the door to the waiting room. "Okay, two drops into each eye, twice a day, once in the morning and again before bedtime," she cheerfully said and Warren put the bottle into his backpack. "See you in a month, okay?" "Yes ma'am," Warren said. "I'll bet he can smell my panties; they're soaked," Penny said as she closed the door. "God, does Doctor Tizzle ever get tired of bilking Medicare?" the receptionist said as Warren shuffled over to her desk to make an appointment for one month's time. "There's no way this poor little bastard will ever be able to see." "Excuse me?" Warren squeaked in surprise. He'd suspected as much but to hear someone say it out loud was a little disheartening. "What?" Yolanda asked. "I could have sworn I just heard you say..." Warren stammered. "Here you go, see you on the twelfth, sweetie," Yolanda said with false cheerfulness and handed him the appointment card. Warren tapped listlessly down to the bus stop and waited. "Poor little mother fucker," the young African American said as Warren sat down on the bench and waited. "Did you say something?" Warren asked. "Nah, man, I ain't said shit," the other man said. "I wish the fuck he'd go away, shit makes me nervous being around freaks like that," Warren heard the guy say. "Holy fucking shit!" Warren thought. "There's no way he said that out loud." "I bet you'd like for me to go away," Warren said aloud. "Nah, man, you fine," the other man said nervously. "Fuck, did I say that shit out loud?" the man thought and got to his feet. "Bus coming," he said out loud and Warren stood up too. "I fucking hate these little handicapped mother fuckers, always wanting extra help and shit, but only pay half price," the bus driver said as Warren got on and dropped his four quarters into the slot. "How you doing!" he cheerfully said out loud as Warren determined to find a seat on his own without asking for help. "Ah! Don't sit on me!" an old woman screeched as Warren veered toward her. Her several bags were scattered on the seat closest to the aisle. "And don't sit on my stuff! I paid good money for this stuff, tired of people always messing with this stuff." She was still muttering and screeching about her stuff when Warren took the seat immediately behind her. "Shut the fucking hell up you miserable old bitch," Warren thought tiredly. She sat silently and Warren paid close attention to when the bus turned onto Millard Avenue. He pulled the cord and got to his feet and slowly approached the front of the bus. "God, I'm so fucking glad I ain't blind," the bus driver said and slowed to a stop at Warren's stop. "Thank you," Warren said. "I mean, people think just 'cause I'm old, they can just do whatever they want and I ain't going to do nothing about it," the old woman started screeching again as Warren tapped down the sidewalk to his home. ---- "I'm so damned tired all the time, drag him here and drag him there and his useless father won't have a damned thing to do with him just because he's blind," Mabel thought as Warren listlessly shoved the food into his mouth. "I mean, the blindness comes from his side of the family, not mine. Oh, well, at least we only had one kid." "I wish to God it was different," Warren thought, "But it's not." He ate as quickly as possible; his mother's cooking left a lot to be desired. "I really wish you'd learn how to cook," he thought. "I've been thinking, maybe I should watch that Food Channel they have, maybe learn how to cook a little better," Mabel blurted out loud. "Where the hell did that thought come from?" she thought. "My cooking's fine." "No, it's not. It makes me queasy just to smell it, eating it's even worse," he thought. "Yeah, I just lost all interest in cooking when your father left," Mabel said aloud. "I lost a lot of interest in other things too," she thought. He jerked as the drops burned and stung at his eyes and then double-checked his alarm clock again. He lay down, but sleep didn't come. His mind was too wide-awake. Sighing, he got out one of his Braille books and read to himself. ---- The alarm clock buzzed, growing increasingly louder until he hit the snooze button. He picked up the bottle of eye drops and jerked as the drops burned and stung. "Damn, I'll be glad when I develop a tolerance for this," he thought and the burning ceased immediately. He turned off his alarm clock and staggered through his morning routine. "Cereal okay for breakfast?" his mother asked. "Sure," he agreed and they ate in silence. ---- "I cannot fucking believe what an ass hole my old man's being, making me ride the fucking bus with all these fucking dorks and losers," Jacqueline Burns thought and absently twirled a strand of her blonde hair. "Oh, God, great, there's that fucking blind bat, what's the geek's name?" Warren tried to find a seat among the loud chatter of the school children on the bus. "Oh, great, I've got about the only empty seat he'll ever find," Warren heard and honed in on that voice. "Fucking, fucking great, here he comes, right for me. I'll bet he can fucking see!" Jacqueline thought. "Hi," Warren said as he folded up his cane. "Maybe if I ignore him, he'll shut the fuck up," Jacqueline thought. "Maybe you should try to be nice to someone once in a while, selfish cunt," Warren thought. "Why the fuck should I?" Jacqueline thought. Warren was a little surprised. True, he'd not tried his new-found powers on that many people, but his experience was that they went along with his suggestions. He hadn't thought that maybe some people had such strong personalities; they'd resist his suggestions. "Because people don't like being around selfish bitches, that's why," he thought. "Well then fuck them," Jacqueline thought. "Have you ever heard the word 'empathy?'"? Warren thought. There was no response, so he tried again. Again there was no reply. "It means to put yourself in the other person's shoes, to think about how your actions and attitudes affect others," he thought. "Ooohhh!" Jacqueline thought. "Why do that? No, fuck that, that's stupid. Why would I want to have any 'empathy' for a bunch of losers?" Warren was stumped. "God, I hate everybody," Jacqueline thought and stared out the window. "Why?" Warren asked. "Because they're so fucking stupid, such a big inconvenience," Jacqueline thought. "Maybe you're the inconvenience," Warren thought. "Believe it or not, the world is not here for your amusement, it does not revolve around you." "Yeah, whatever," Jacqueline huffed and continued to stare out of the window unseeingly at the world rushing past her. "You're going to wake up one fucking day and realize that you're fat, ugly, and lonely, and will have no one to blame but your own fucking miserable ass for it," Warren thought and Jacqueline gasped aloud at the hateful, hurtful image that flashed in her mind's eye. Warren smiled to himself as Jacqueline tried hard to push that image out of her mind. He thought it again and she actually began to sob quietly at the horrifying image. Her stomach tightened and she felt positively ill, like she was going to throw up. Finally Warren relented and let the thought out of his own mind and it left Jacqueline's mind. She slumped down in her seat and sobbed for a few minutes. "God, what a horrible thought," she finally thought, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue she dragged out of her purse. The bus pulled into the parking lot of Wesley High School and the students milled about and slowly descended from the bus. "Today, I'm going to talk to him," Missy Anderson thought. "I'm not going to chicken out; I'm going to go right up to him and talk to him." "Who?" Warren thought as he picked up on her train of thought. "That cute guy Warren," Missy wrinkled up her face in confusion. "Who else would I be thinking about?" "Oh, I don't know, there's Tommy Collins, there's Doug Glass, or Bobby Smith," Warren thought, naming the popular jocks of the school. "God, please!" Missy thought. "Like I haven't already been out on dates with all of them and all they want to do is grab your boobs and try to get your face on their little dicks. I want someone that's a real man, not a selfish little boy." "So, go up and say 'hi,' Warren thought as he put his lunch into his locker and check the batteries on his talking calculator, his mini cassette recorder and his Braille and speak machine. "But suppose he laughs at me?" Missy thought. She wasn't used to having self-doubt. She was a cheerleader, she was popular, and she was blonde. But for the first three years she was at Wesley, she had also lived up to the 'dumb blonde' image. Now that she was eighteen years old, and having to look to the future, she realized that 'dumb blonde' act had seriously hampered her. "I bet he'd be thrilled to have someone say 'hi' to him, instead of ignoring him or acting like he's not even there," Warren thought and closed his locker. "Hi, Warren," Missy shyly said. "Oh, my God! I cannot believe it!" she was screaming in her head when he smiled at her. "Hi, Missy, right?" he said. "Uh, yeah, it's Missy," she said and blushed. "Yeah, we have Chemistry and Calculus together," Warren smiled. "And don't forget Spanish," she reminded him, so pleased that he knew who she was and what classes they had together. "I'm trying to forget all about Spanish class," he laughed ruefully. "Yeah, it's kind of a bitch, huh?" she said then faltered. "Now what?" she thought. "I don't know, tell him what you'd like to do with him," Warren thought, not sure where to go from here. People normally didn't talk with him. "Um, what period do you have lunch?" Missy asked. "Fourth, like all seniors," Warren said. "The Seniors all have fourth?" she asked, surprised. "Yeah, seniors and juniors; the sophomores and freshmen have fifth," Warren said and began to tap toward their Homeroom. "Why?" "Well, I uh," Missy said and faltered. "I'd really like it if you sat with me, talked with me, didn't act like I'm some dumb bitch," she thought. "But how do I say that?" "Um, listen, at lunch, I normally just go sit outside, you know, by the field, 'cause it's so hard for me to find a seat in the cafeteria," Warren said. "Oh, that's no problem!" Missy said happily. "I can help you find a seat!" "And it'll be right next to me," she smugly thought. "Um, okay, I'll meet you by my locker, okay?" he smiled and they entered their homeroom. Most of the teachers ignored Warren; not sure what he was capable of or how to teach him. The morning passed in the usual monotonous dirge of sit and daydream. As long as he didn't disrupt the classes, his teachers were happy to give him a passing grade. He amused himself by listening in on the thoughts of his fellow students. >>"Fucking bitch's stuffing her bra, I'm sure of it." >>"I hate this damned class; why do I have to take this stupid shit? It's not like I'll ever use this boring shit ever again." >>Man, the Eagles played like dog shit last week!" >>"God, stop! She's going too fast! I'll never get this shit!" >>"I wish all these fucking ass holes would just die." The last one he honed in on and sure enough it was Jacqueline. He smiled to himself as he forced the image of her as a fat, ugly, miserable old woman into her mind. "No!" Jacqueline screamed aloud, and the entire class stared at her. She grabbed her purse and ran from the room, Ms. Demura calling after her. After a moment, the class calmed down a bit and Ms. Demura went back to her rapid-fire lecture. >>"Man, what the fuck was that about?" >>"If that little snot nosed bitch thinks she can just disrupt my class whenever she feels like it, she's got another thing coming." >>"Must be her time of the month." >>"Terry says he's fucking her, but I don't believe him. There's no way Jacqueline's fucking him, lying sack of shit." The bell rang and everyone shuffled out of the class and dispersed to their next classes. Warren actually picked up his step a little as he tapped down to Spanish class. Normally he hated this class, but the idea that Missy was in the class and was looking forward to seeing him made him look forward to the class. "I wonder if he has a magic touch," Missy thought as she sat down next to Warren. "I mean, they're always saying that when God takes away one sense, the others are heightened." "I'd love to touch you and find out if that's true," Warren thought and Missy squealed, thinking that she'd actually spoken aloud and that Warren had vocally responded. "Don't be embarrassed," he thought and smiled. He knew that, even if his touches were just clumsy grabs, he'd make her think they were magic indeed. "Maybe I'm losing my mind," a nervous thought came into his consciousness. For a moment, he felt guilty about the harsh feelings he was giving Jacqueline, then pushed that thought out of his mind. If she were a little nicer, a little more humane, he wouldn't have given her such horrifying images in the first place. "I wonder what's wrong with that fucking bitch?" Missy thought as a visibly shaken Jacqueline walked past and found a seat. Ms. Carmen quickly called roll and then began the Language exercises. Unlike most of the teachers, Ms. Carmen insisted that Warren be an active participant in her class. Being blind didn't hinder his mouth and his mind. >>"I should just fuck the little bastard up, sitting they're thinking he's all hot-shit." "Fuck who up?" Warren thought. >>"That blind ass wipe. Sitting there with Missy the Tease, fucking bitch won't put out for no one, and the little freak's just sitting there, like he's got a fucking prayer." "What Ever, fucker," Warren thought. "I am not going to fuck with Warren. I am very afraid of Warren. He could hurt me and that scares me," Warren pushed and smilled as the hostile thoughts were replaced with fear. "Ms. Carmen is such a fucking dumb ass, thinking anyone actually gives a shit about this stupid class," Jacqueline thought and absently flicked a lock of her blonde hair. "Sitting there, not paying a bit of attention," Ms. Carmen thought and narrowed her eyes at Jacqueline. "Ms. Burns, what is the greeting one would use if one was not sure if the person you are greeting speaks your language?" she asked, snapping Jacqueline out of her reverie. "I shaved my pussy last night," Jacqueline said in perfect Spanish. Ms. Carmen's mouth opened and closed several times but nothing came out. Jacqueline looked at her blankly. A few of the students that understood Spanish gasped and tittered at the statement. Jacqueline looked around, unused to being laughed at. "Did she just say what I think she said?" Missy asked Warren. "I think so," Warren smiled. He had put the words into Jacqueline's mind, telling her that this was the standard greeting. "What?" Jacqueline huffed, and then gave the correct greeting. "That's not right?" "Uh, yes, yes, Ms. Burns, that is correct," Ms. Carmen finally said and quickly called on someone else. At the sound of the buzzer, Missy grabbed her books and said, "See you at lunch!" "I really do think I'm losing my mind," Jacqueline thought as she gathered up her books. ---- Warren smiled as he picked up on Missy's bubbly, excited thoughts near his locker. Inside the cafeteria, the overwhelming noise made it impossible to listen in on any thoughts, so he really had to concentrate on her voice and on her touches and nudges; he was completely rattled by the time they found a table to sit at. "Aw, Jesus, why the fuck are they sitting at my table?" Jacqueline glared at the pretty, popular blonde cheerleader and that freak she was with. "Shave your pussy lately?" Missy asked Jacqueline in Spanish, and then giggled. "I've tried that before, itches like you wouldn't believe!" she whispered to Warren. Jacqueline's lips moved as she repeated to herself the question that Missy asked her, and then struggled with the translation. "Did you put baby oil on it afterward?" Warren asked her. "No! I didn't even think of that!" Missy said. "Does that work? I mean, it works with your legs and your underarms, but..." "What?" Jacqueline shrieked, finally translating Missy's question. She stood up and glared at the girl. "That's what you told everyone in Spanish," Missy laughed at an outraged Jacqueline. "The fuck I did!" Jacqueline screeched out loud. "I was there, that's what I heard too," Warren said and smiled. "Is this what my grandmother went through?" Jacqueline wondered and sat back down heavily. Again, Warren felt that slight twinge of conscience, but quickly pushed it out of his mind. "I've got cheerleader practice this afternoon," Missy was prattling, but Warren was busily listening to Jacqueline's frazzled thoughts. "Was she a mean, self-centered bitch like you?" Warren thought. Eye Drops Ch. 01 "No, she was real cool, well, maybe, yeah, everyone says I'm just like her, my daddy's real proud he named me after her," Jacqueline tried to gather her thoughts, to make some sense out of it all. Warren listened in on her hazy recollections of a haughty, bitter woman that she'd adored as a child. Recently, though, Alzheimer's had set in, and the once proud socialite was alone and frightened, shut away in a nursing home. ---- Calculus class was another class that Warren was expected to pull his own weight in, which was why he excelled in it. He was often asked to come to the board and diagram the answers to the more difficult of questions. >>"Fucking ass kiss," he heard one thought as he plotted the problem. >>"Oops! Gee, I hope no one can guess it's me that just farted!" >>"Nice ass." >>"I'll bet I can get to the next level if I don't use the plasma grenade for the first strike series." >>""Move your stupid ass out of the way, fucker, I can't see what you're writing!" "Thank you, Warren," the teacher said, then walked back to the board and explained the problem again. ---- Chemistry class, Missy again sat next to Warren, but Warren thought to her to please be quiet; he couldn't pay attention while she droned on and on about uninteresting stuff. "Oh, no! I bet he thinks I'm just some dumb blonde!" she wailed to herself. "It's just that, I really like him, but I don't know what to do!" "Don't do anything," Warren thought. "He already likes you." He scanned the room; Mrs. Eldridge did not expect Warren to do anything but sit in a corner and hum and drool on himself. He was genuinely amused at some of the thoughts of his fellow students; Chemistry wasn't the foremost thought in most of his classmates' minds. >>"Are you sure he likes me?" He smiled at Missy; she really was an insecure little girl. "He likes you. He thinks you're sweet." >>"But does he think I'm pretty?" "Yeah, like he gives a shit what you look like." >>"Oh, God! I really am a dumb blonde!" He burst out laughing at that last thought and Mrs. Eldridge looked over sharply. >>"Little freaks belong in an asylum, not school. Wasting the time of other students that actually might want to learn something." The 'asylum' comment hurt his feelings and he projected into her thoughts his own limited field of vision, let her see what he saw. Several of the students looked up in amazement as Mrs. Eldridge gasped and staggered around, horrified and disoriented. The room was so dark! All she could make out were little smudges of light here and there, and the rush of noise from the murmuring students was distracting. She tried to find her desk, to sit down, but grappled around at one of the counters instead. >>"What the fuck?" >>"Must have been snorting the Bunsen burners." >>"Is she on drugs?" >>"I should help her." With that thought, Missy got to her feet and gently guided a very frightened Mrs. Eldridge to her seat. "Are you okay now?" she gently asked and Mrs. Eldridge jerked her head up, trying desperately to see her guide's face, to put a name to that light, airy voice. Warren released his hold on Mrs. Eldridge and she suddenly felt the hot fluorescent lights burn the retina of her eyes as light flooded in. "Yes, yes, Missy, Thank you," she stammered. "I don't know, I just suddenly blacked out or something." "You want some water or something?" Missy asked. "No, no, thank you," Mrs. Eldridge said and put her hands over her burning eyes. ---- "See you tomorrow!" Missy said and dashed off, then stopped and dashed back. "Um, if you want, stick around, and I'll give you a ride home after cheerleading practice?" she begged. "Aw, man, I'd love that, but I promised my old lady I'd be home right after school," Warren lied. He had no desire to be around the jocks that normally sat around and watched the cheerleaders practice. "I knew it, he doesn't like me," she thought, crestfallen. "He's crazy about you, just not crazy about all the other people around there, you know? Jocks that push him around and try to bend or break his cane, stuck up cheerleaders that treat him like shit. You? You're the greatest. You should get his phone number or something," Warren thought and smiled warmly. "Hey, can I have your phone number?" she bubbled and asked him. He gave it to her and she impulsively leaned forward and kissed him quickly. An electric shock ran through her lips straight to her nipples and she gasped. He smiled; he'd sent that thought to her. ---- "Oh, Jesus, if that blind mother fucker even comes near me, son of a bitch he's coming straight at me!" Jacqueline thought bitterly. He sent the image of her, fat, old, lonely and she screamed in terror. Over the cacophony in the bus, Jacqueline's scream did not reach the bus driver's ears. Warren sat down next to her and listened to some of the other thoughts on the bus. >>"I can't wait to whack off; that fucking dvd is so hot!" >>"Just because I was looking at his dick don't mean I'm a faggot. Damn, his dick is so big! I wonder what it would feel...Damn it! That's faggot talk!" >>"This is it. This is the last time I'll ever have to ride this fucking bus, with these fucking losers, when I'm dead, they can all just kiss my ass." Warren swiveled, trying to locate that last thought. It wasn't coming from Jacqueline; she was the first one he checked. He finally found her; Megan Grossner. "Hey, Jackie," he whispered. He knew, from reading her thoughts, she hated being called 'Jackie.' "What?" the contempt overwhelmingly evident. "Do you know Megan Grossner?" he asked. "Yeah, fucking Gross Grossner? She lives down the street from me, why?" Jacqueline spat. "Well, I think she could use a friend about now," Warren said. More thoughts of committing suicide came from her and reached him and it pained him horribly. "So fucking what?" Jacqueline shrugged and turned to stare out the window. "Would it kill me to just smile at her?" Jacqueline thought as more images of her as an old and lonely woman slammed into her head. "I mean, she lives right down the street. And it isn't like it's her fault her moms a drunk." "Did Jacqueline Burns just turn and smile at me?" Megan asked herself. "Hey, Megan, how's it going?" Jacqueline asked as they tramped to the front of the bus to disembark. "Is this some kind of fucking joke?" Megan spat contemptuously. "No, why?" Jacqueline spat back. "I can't just ask how you're doing?" "Um, yeah, I um guess so," Megan said. They walked in silence for a moment. Jacqueline looked at the skinny, pale girl. Her spiky hair was dyed a solid black. Her dark green tee shirt was tucked into a black mini shirt. The black combat boots completed the 'Gothic' look. Jacqueline preferred her own look of pink blouse with white pleated skirt. The skirt ended just above her knees, so it wasn't like she was being all pure and virginal, but she wasn't dressing like a vampire slut. The image of her as an old, bitter, lonely, and frightened woman flashed in front of her eyes again (Warren had not sent her this thought, it just popped up as an almost automatic response). She pulled her long blonde hair back. "You like Katy Perry?" Jacqueline asked. "Yeah, she's cool," Megan, agreed. "Yeah, I downloaded her CD, I like her," Jacqueline said. "'I kissed a girl and I liked it,'" Megan sang out and they both giggled. "You said you downloaded her CD?" Megan asked. "Yeah, but I can't listen to it right now; my Dad's got PMS or something, took away my computer and shit," Jacqueline groused and kicked at a soda can on the curb. "I got the CD at my house," Megan said. "Yeah?" Jacqueline asked. "What else you got?" "Ever heard of Jack Off Jill?" Megan asked. "No, they any good?" Jacqueline asked. "No, I listen to them because they suck," Megan said sarcastically. "Oh, shut up," Jacqueline giggled and punched Megan in her arm. They ran the rest of the way to Megan's house and clambered up the stairs to her room. ---- "It's late and I really should be getting to bed now," Warren sent the thought to Missy, who was prattling non-stop about absolutely nothing. Suddenly Missy yawned and then giggled. "Sorry, Warren, it's late and I really should be getting to bed," she giggled. "Oh, okay, then, but I'm real glad you called," he said and sent her thoughts of masturbating. "Oh!" she moaned, suddenly very horny. ---- Megan Grossner smiled as she drifted off to sleep. She didn't know why, but all of a sudden, that total bitch down the street, Jacqueline Burns, had come over and they listened to music and even danced to a couple of Katy Perry's songs. Jacqueline didn't really get into Jack Off Jill or Scarling, but she didn't make fun of Megan for liking them either. "Maybe I'll kill myself tomorrow," she murmured as she fell asleep. "Gross Grossner ain't all that gross," Jacqueline thought as she finished her Spanish homework. "But I wonder why she dresses like that. Maybe I would too if my mom had Ataxia." Megan had disclosed that her mother wasn't a drunk; she had a neuromuscular disease. That's why she stumbled around, and her speech was slurred and halting. But she didn't want people to know about the progressive and debilitating disease; preferring their scorn to their pity. Warren jerked as he put the two drops in his eyes, then remembered to tell himself that it didn't burn. The burning ceased immediately. He smiled as he drifted off to sleep. The drops might not help his eyes, but it certainly was opening his eyes to a lot more than he'd expected. ---- "Damn, I want to fuck," Missy thought as she watched her man get off the bus. She had damned near rubbed her pussy raw last night before exhaustion won out and she fell asleep. The End of 'Eye Drops 01.' **Author's note. I'm not really sure where to go with the rest of this story. Your feedback on this one is encouraged and would be appreciated. Eye Drops Ch. 02 *Author's note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Dr. Tizzle smiled as he looked at the pretty blonde in his waiting room. She'd come in with Warren and would have come into the examination room with him had an unsmiling Penny not barred the way. The girl swung her leg absently, unwittingly giving flashes of her panty-covered crotch. Dr. Tizzle turned and walked down the hallway and pushed open the door where Warren sat. "How's it going?" he greeted the eighteen year old patient. "Good, good, thanks," Warren smiled. "Good, glad to hear it," Dr. Tizzle smiled and put his hand on Warren's shoulder to pull him forward. The optic nerve looked the same, withered, and atrophied. "How are those drops doing?" Dr. Tizzle asked, already anticipating the answer. "I um, I think their helping a lot," Warren said. "Really?" Dr. Tizzle asked, surprised. The nerves looked the same, the retina looked the same. "Placebo effect," he thought. "The poor bastard wants it to work, so he believes it works. Oh well, let him have another month's worth." He scribbled out the note and Penny shrugged her shoulders and left the room to fetch the bottle. After a few more pleasantries, Dr. Tizzle left Warren in the room, alone. "Here you go, Sweetie," Penny chirped as she gave Warren another bottle of the eye drops. "Thanks," Warren smiled as he put the precious fluid into his back pack." "Need a hand up front?" Penny asked. "Please," Warren smiled and unfolded his cane. "Damn, these safety pins are killing me!" Penny thought. "What safety pins?" Warren asked. "Oh, holy God!" Penny almost screamed. "Did I say that out loud?" "Something about safety pins," Warren said. "Um, yeah, I um, my skirt, the button on it popped, I had to use a safety pin and it's kind of digging into me," Penny lied. She pressed her breasts against his hand, his arm, his side, as she led him through the maze of hallways, the safety pins rasping across her nipples. She tightened her jaw to stifle her moans of painful pleasure and finally pushed open the door to the waiting room. "There he is!" Missy thought happily. "Oh, God, when he smiles like that! "I fucking hate her," Penny thought darkly. "God, just like Lori Prentiss all over again, little bitch gets whatever she wants." Warren heard a small girl being taunted by a haughty female voice. He heard the little girl crying to her dolls, asking her pretend friends why no one liked her. He put his hand on Penny's shoulder. "She's not here any more," he thought. He heard the haughty voice rapidly fade away and heard a little girl's giggle happily. "Lori's all gone," he thought. "Yep, ALL gone!" the little girl said triumphantly. Penny smiled warmly at Missy as the bubbly teenager bounded over and lovingly gripped onto Warren's hand. ---- Mabel smiled as Missy and Warren entered the house, chattering excitedly. "Missy, you staying for dinner?" she called out. "Ooh, can I?" Missy excitedly asked. "Miss James, you're the best cook ever!" "Oh, you can ask Warren," Mabel laughed. "Didn't always used to be!" "No kidding!" Warren agreed. "The neighbors used to call the cops when they smelled her cooking!" "Oh shut up," Mabel said. "Go wash up, it's almost ready." "Think she can smell my breath?" Missy whispered to Warren as they stood at the bathroom sink and washed their hands. "Even if she can, been so long she probably forgot what it smells like," Warren whispered back. "Mm, poor woman!" Missy sympathized. "I hope I never forget what cock juice smells like!" "Not if I can help it," Warren laughed and affectionately nudged Missy. "Miss James, I'm going to have to go on a diet you keep feeding me like this!" Missy happily babbled as she shoveled the food into her mouth. "You and me both," Mabel agreed. "I swear, it's all gone straight to my ass!" "Yeah, it's all right," Warren shrugged nonchalantly and laughed as both Mabel and Missy slapped him. "I love you so, so much," Missy whispered as she kissed him again. "Love you too," he whispered back. "Go home," he thought. "It's late; I've got a bunch of homework." "But you probably got a bunch of homework," she mumbled and rubbed his arms and shoulders, kissed him one more time, then stepped off the porch and skipped toward her BMW. ---- Jacqueline Burns stared mournfully at the back of Megan's head. They'd lay on Megan's bed, listening to autumn, 'The Hating Tree,' just lying there, talking and laughing. Jacqueline had felt something well up inside of her; she thought it was love, love for Megan. But when she rolled over and pressed her lips to the lips of the skinny girl, Megan had screeched in disgust and pushed Jacqueline away from her. Jacqueline had run out of Megan's house in tears. Now, the skinny girl, with her short black hair and pouting lips was ignoring the pretty blonde, pretending that she didn't even see her on the bus. "Oh, God!" Jacqueline thought miserably. "She's going to spread it all over school that I'm a big fucking dyke!" Jacqueline groaned aloud; Warren had just gotten onto the noisy bus. "And that blind fucking ass hole's going to sit right next to me," she thought and wanted to scream. Sure enough, he headed right for her. "Hey, doesn't Megan usually sit with you?" he asked her as he folded up his white cane. "I am not going to talk to him," she thought. "I am not going to talk to him." "I asked you a question," he said forcefully and she looked at him with all the hatred she could muster, which was quite a lot. : Ugh!" she screamed as he simply gave it right back to her. "That hurts!" she thought to herself as she clutched at her belly, which was knotting up from the bile. He listened to her memory of the kiss and felt his penis begin to swell; he'd read a few stories about girl-girl love and even threesomes on the Internet (his computer had a 'Speech' program) and thought it was pretty hot. "And she pushed you away?" he thought softly. "Yeah," she answered out loud and began to sob. Warren let her cry; 'Every now and then it does a girl good to let a few tears out,' his mother told him. He listened around the bus until he found Megan. "Fucking bitch, sitting there, pretending to be my friend," Megan thought miserably. "The whole time, just setting me up." "Setting you up?" Warren asked. "Yeah, kissing me just so I'd kiss her back and she can run and spread it all over that I'm nothing but a stupid lesbo," Megan thought and felt her heart tearing a little more. "Suppose it wasn't a set up?" Warren thought. "Of course it was, stupid ass," Megan thought angrily. "Why else would some one as pretty as Jacqueline kiss me? To make fun of me, that's why." "Maybe she really does love you," Warren thought, but Megan pushed that thought out. "Maybe she does love you, loves being your friend," Warren thought. Again Megan pushed the thought out, but Warren smiled; she'd not pushed as hard that time. "Thank you," Jacqueline said as Warren handed her his handkerchief. "You're welcome," Warren smiled and she actually smiled back as she dabbed at her tears. "Do you love her?" Warren thought. "Yeah, I did," Megan thought and hung her head. "I mean, I thought I did." "Don't worry," Warren thought and Jacqueline smiled. "I'll give you yourhankie back tomorrow; I'll get my mom to wash it," she offered. "Don't worry about it," Warren smiled. "Got hundreds of them; my dad gives me a pack of them every Christmas." "Okay, thanks," she smiled and blew her nose. "Ew!" Warren teased. "Now I definitely don't want it back!" "Oh shut up!" she laughed and punched him in the arm. The bus pulled in front of the high school and they began to slowly get off the bus. Jacqueline looked over in shock; Megan had stayed in her seat and when Jacqueline passed, had softly touched her hand. Their eyes met. ---- Warren sat in their homeroom and listened to the thoughts of the others. >>"I love these jeans. Makes my ass look so hot." >>"I want to save myself for marriage, but if I don't put out, he's going to dump me. There are plenty of girls that'll let him." He turned to face Missy and smiled. "He's not going to dump you," he thought and smiled wider as he heard her exhale in relief. >>"Da duh da da da; AC.DC is the greatest rock band ever! Terry says Led Zeppelin is, but AC/DC is still out there, still going strong so what's that tell you?" >>"I bet they can tell. I'm always looking when they get dressed out. Yeah, they probably know I'm gay." >>"Fuck I'm tired! Wonder if I tell them I'm sick they'll let me go home." >>"There she is. Today. Today I'm going to go up to her and say 'hi,' and she'll be all like 'Oh hi Barry!' And then I'll...who the fuck am I kidding? She doesn't even know I'm alive." Warren remembered his dad telling him once, "Go up and ask her out, the worst she can say is 'no.'" Warren didn't even remember who the girl was that he'd liked but did regret that he never did try. "Go up and say 'hi' to her; you'll regret it forever if you don't at least try," he thought. >>"You know, I keep telling myself, 'I'm going to go up to her and say "hi"' but I never do. Today. Today I am going to do it." ---- Warren sat on the bleachers and smiled as he listened to the cheerleaders practice. He burst out laughing as he heard them chant "One, two, three, Hi Warren! Woo!" Missy looked up at him and felt her heart do a little flip-flop. He was so handsome, so sweet, and he didn't give her a bunch of shit about wanting to be a virgin until her wedding night. All the jocks she'd ever dated had tried their best to get into her pants. "Fucking cock tease," most of the jock had spat at her. "Frigid bitch," she'd heard more than once. Warren was satisfied with oral sex, or at least said he was happy with that. Oh my God! Just putting his manhood into her mouth caused her to get so excited. When he filled her mouth with his juice, most of the time that was enough to give her an orgasm. If it didn't, she'd ask and he'd gladly touch her pussy with his magic fingers and she'd be coming for hours. >>"Okay, turn to the left, then kick with the right leg, then turn to the left again, right?" >>"Oh, I hate my time of the month! Fucking bleeding to death over here!" >>"All right, who farted? Well, Debbie's looking all innocent, I'll bet it was her." "Ready?" Missy asked as she bounded up the steps of the rickety bleachers. "Yeah, yeah, hey, liked that last cheer," Warren smiled and unfolded his cane. "Like that, huh?" she giggled. "Wasn't that so sweet of them?" "That was," he agreed. "You've got some sweet friends." "You have to go straight home or..." she whispered as she led him toward her car. ---- "So it wasn't just some big game?" Megan asked and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "No, Megan!" Jacqueline protested. "Why would I play a mean trick like that?" "'Cause you're so pretty," Megan explained. "I mean, I know I ain't and..." "I thick you're pretty," Jacqueline said and squeezed Megan's hand. "Nowhere as pretty as you," Megan said. "Well, yeah, but then again, who is?" Jacqueline smugly said. "Oh, shut up!" Megan laughed and punched Jacqueline's arm. Jacqueline giggled then wrapped her arms around Megan and they hugged. "Friends again?" she asked and felt Megan nod her head. Jacqueline lightly hissed Megan's lips and held her breath. Megan smiled and kissed Jacqueline back. "Turn that stuff you call music off," Megan's mother slurred horribly through the door. "Okay, all right!" Megan screamed back and hit the off button on her remote control. ---- He couldn't think and couldn't hear her thoughts as she noisily, hungrily slurped at his cock. Her mouth was so hot and wet, her tongue so insistent, one hand jerked at what part of his cock didn't fit into her mouth, and the other kneaded his heavy balls. "Uh!" he grunted and felt her throat constrict in a muffled scream of orgasm. She swallowed his semen, holding the last little bit in her mouth to savor the taste of her man on her tongue for a few moments more. "Love you," she whispered and clung onto him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Love you too," he said and squeezed her thigh, bringing his hand closer and closer to her panty-covered crotch. "Uh uh," she laughed and pushed his hand away. "You touch my pussy, I'll never be able to drive." "I'll drive," he joked and she giggled. "You make me so happy, you know that, Baby?" she asked and nuzzled his neck. ---- He squeezed the eye drops and sighed. The bottle was getting pretty low; thank God he had another in his backpack. "Hey, try this cake and tell me what you think," his mother said and thrust a plate into his hand. "Use the fork, don't eat like an animal," she fussed. "Hmm, it's all right," he shrugged and she slapped his head. "Damn it, tell me what you think!" she fussed. "It's good, it's good," he laughed and used his finger to blot up the crumbs and sucked his finger clean. "Good, good, Friday is Kelly's birthday," Mabel said. "Mr. Kelly? Your boss?" Warren asked. "Uh huh, he'll be forty eight or forty nine I think," she said. "God, people live that long?" Warren joked. "Smart ass," she snapped. "I'll be forty one next month." "Oh, God," he said and handed the plate to her. "Have you contacted the Old Folks Home yet?" "I'll be contacting the morgue, tell them to come get your body," she said and left his room. He smiled; she'd been having thoughts about Mr. Kelly for a long time now, but had never acted on them. But lately she'd been taking a little more care with the way she dressed, a little bit more time on her hair, her make-up. ---- "Hey, sport," his father's voice, rasped into the phone. "How's it going?" "It's just once a month. Ask him how he's doing, act interested, then hang up," Carl James thought. "Why'd you even have me?" Warren thought. "Damn, should have seen that bitch in a mini skirt, and holy shit! Could she fuck!" Carl thought. "Hey Dad, how's it going?" Warren sighed tiredly. "Great! Great! Going great!" Carl enthused. "You?" "Good, good, got a girlfriend," Warren said. "Oh yeah?" Carl asked, and then lowered his voice. "Getting any?" "Poor bitch's probably blind too," Carl thought. "Or a real fucking dog, can't get any of the kids with eyes to take her out." "Yeah, she's a cheerleader at school," Warren said. "No kidding, a cheerleader, huh?" Carl said. "That's great!" "Damn it, boy, I fucking hate liars, don't lie to me," Carl thought. "As if a cheerleader would even look at you twice." Warren sighed; he knew he was a real disappointment to his dad. The blindness was hereditary and came from Carl's side of the family. But Carl had hoped for a son he could go outside and throw a football with, shoot some hoops with. "Hey Dad, how's Yvonne doing?" Warren asked, trying to find a neutral topic. "Fine, fine, getting fatter every day," Carl said with false cheerfulness. "And never gets off my ass about losing my job, never gives me a minute of fucking peace about all the bills, screams at me non-stop about all the child support and alimony," Carl thought tiredly. "If everything wasn't in her name, I swear to God I'd divorce her." "How's the job hunting going?" Warren asked, and then realized he'd made a mistake. He wasn't supposed to know his dad had lost his job. "What? What are you talking about?" Carl asked guardedly. "Well, I could have sworn I heard Mom saying that you were looking for something that paid a little better, something more in line with your experience," Warren said quickly. "Oh yeah, yeah," Carl said and gave a little thought of thanks for Mabel's discretion. Warren listened to his father's replaying the last job interview in his mind. He'd botched the interview terribly, becoming verbally abusive of the manager. "I am going to call that man and apologize," Warren thought. "Fuck that, little cock sucker sitting there..." Carl thought. "I am going to call that man and apologize and ask if there is any way, any way at all to schedule another appointment," Warren thought again. "You know, if I tried with a little bit better attitude," Carl thought to himself. ---- Jacqueline and Megan smiled to each other as they waited for the bus. "My old man says if my grades are better this report card," Jacqueline said. "He'll let me have the car again." "Oh," Megan's face fell. "What?" Jacqueline asked, noticing her friend's face. "Nothing, nothing, that's great," Megan said and turned her face away. "No, what is it?" Jacqueline asked and pulled Megan around again. "It's just that, if you don't ride the bus no more, then you won't be sitting with me no more!" Megan sobbed out. "Shut up!" Jacqueline said. "Goofy! When I get my car, I'll be giving you a ride to school!" "Yeah?" Megan asked. "Yeah, Retard," Jacqueline said and playfully pushed Megan. " Then you better start studying!" Megan demanded. "I have!" Jacqueline argued. ---- "Are you a virgin?" Warren thought and Jacqueline rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right," she thought. "I don't even remember how many guys I fucked." "No, I mean, it's not like I'm a super slut or nothing," Megan thought. "Think you could teach me?" Warren thought. "Nothing to it," Jacqueline thought. "Get on, pump two or three times, get off." "Yeah, get on, stick it in, slap me when I complain about not getting into it, tell all your friends I'm a stupid piece of shit," Megan thought. Warren felt guilty about cheating on Missy but ever since tapping into Jacqueline's thoughts about kissing Megan, he'd been having thoughts about having the two girls. He'd masturbated often to the thoughts of a threesome and knew that this was his best chance. Their descriptions about sex sounded pretty bleak, though. That puzzled him and he listened in as they thought about previous sexual encounters. Without fail, they were with boys that thought very highly of themselves, almost to the exclusion of thoughts of anyone else or anyone else's pleasure. And often alcohol was involved. The bus pulled in front of the school and they slowly filed out. ---- >>"Friday! No school for two whole days!" >>"Bull Shit. She's all like, 'Oh Barry, I'm so sorry, but I'm engaged to a U.S. Marine.' Took every bit of my fucking strength and she's all laughing in my face and shit." >>>>"'I've got my spine, I've got my Orange Crush.'" Warren couldn't help but smile; very few of his fellow students were actually thinking about what Ms. Carmen was teaching. He was purposefully avoiding tapping into Missy's thoughts. >>"I can't believe Megan and I are going to fuck that blind freak." He felt horribly guilty for what he hadn't even done yet. He knew how insecure Missy was; if it ever got back to her, she'd be crushed. And he knew if she ever cheated on him, it would devastate him. But the chance to be with two girls at the same time! Maybe he could have Jacqueline go down on Megan while he pounded into her from behind. Or maybe he could do Megan up her butt; she'd admitted she'd done that before. Didn't like it, but had done it before. Jacqueline hadn't done it, and had thrown up one hell of a wall of refusal when he tried to suggest it to her. "Mr. James," Ms. Carmen snapped and again repeated her question. He answered and she was satisfied and moved on to another daydreamer. ---- "Yeah, yeah, I called the guy, told him I was sorry for being such an ass hole and next thing I know, he's offering me a job," Carl said into the phone. "So, as soon as I can, I'll be catching up on the child support and alimony." Eye Drops Ch. 02 "Good, good, glad to hear it," Mabel said. "You're in a pretty good mood," he commented. "Got a date tonight," she smiled. "Well, give the poor son of a bitch a fighting chance; don't wear a miniskirt," Carl joked. "Hmm," Mabel thought. It had been a while since she'd even tried on a miniskirt; there were three of them hanging in her closet but they probably didn't fit any more. She ended the phone conversation and hurried to her bedroom. The black one was a little snug but as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror, she still had the legs for it. True, her tummy did poke out a teensy-weensy bit, but she was forty years old, for God's sake. A looser blouse would hide that little bit of a paunch anyway. The taupe blouse, and she'd wear taupe colored stockings. "You're in a good mood," Warren said as he ate the chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese sandwich. "God a date, got a date, got a date," Mabel sang. "Mr. Kelly?" Warren asked. "Uh huh," Mabel giggled. ---- "Oh my God," Kelly thought as Mabel entered the living room. "Oh my God, I'd love to get into that ass of hers." Warren frowned slightly. That was his mother, for God's sake. "I feel so foolish for not noticing before how attractive Mabel is," he thought and Mr. Kelly sat up a little straighter. "What an incredibly attractive woman," Kelly thought. "I feel like a total dumb ass for not noticing earlier. "She needs wine, candle light, dancing, soft touches, soft kisses," Warren thought. "Georgio's?" Kelly asked. "On Friday nights, they have a big band playing, you know, dancing, that kind of thing." "Oh, that sounds lovely!" Mabel enthused. "Don't wait up, Warren." "It okays to leave him alone?" Kelly whispered in her ear. "Yes, yes, he'll be fine," Mabel laughed. "He's almost a grown man." ---- "I'm kind of hoping he'll do me, you know, up the butt," Megan whispered as she and Jacqueline walked to Warren's house. "And I'm kind of hoping I can go down on you while he does me, you know, from behind," Jacqueline said and both girls began to walk a little quicker. "You really want to go down on me?" Megan asked. "Yeah, weird, you know?" Jacqueline admitted. "Never wanted to do THAT before, but lately, that's all I can think of." ---- Missy's heart sank as she watched the two eighteen year old girls knock on Warren's door. She knew them both from school, knew that both had reputations for being easy. "Hi Warren!" both girls giggled when her man answered the door. Her FORMER man. She'd be damned if she were going to put up with a lying, cheating son of a bitch. "Wonder who that is," Warren asked as the doorbell rang. Megan and Jacqueline giggled and ducked around the corner; they were both nude and had been helping Warren get out of his clothes when the doorbell interrupted them. "You no-good mother fucker," Missy hissed and punched Warren in the stomach as hard as she could. ---- Warren sighed and picked up the bottle of eye drops. Empty. He tossed it into the wastebasket and got the new bottle out. Two drops into each eye. It burned horribly, but his mind was too distracted to notice. The sex had been great. He could still smell it in the room. Megan had whimpered so deliciously as he pushed himself into her tightly clenched rectum, but Jacqueline had distracted her by sucking on her small, hard breasts. Jacqueline had gotten between Megan's skinny legs and lapped hungrily at Megan's pussy while Warren had pounded her hard and fast from behind. Both girls had sucked him off and swapped his semen back and forth. The best thing, though, was the surprised, happy thoughts the two girls had about sex. Both realized that it could be an enjoyable experience, a loving experience. But Missy wasn't answering her phone. ---- Missy sobbed as she taped up her wrist. She'd sprained it when she hit her man. She'd sprained it when she hit that no good, lying, cheating snake in the grass son of bitch. "Well, if that's the kind of girl you want, buddy," she thought bitterly. "Have at it. You can have them." Her cell phone rang again; it was his ring tone. She ignored it. ---- Warren frowned. Something was wrong. His mother was happy, cheerful, but he couldn't hear her thoughts. He'd asked about her date and she'd been happy, bubbling, but hadn't given a whole lot of details. So he tried to hear her thoughts and couldn't. He put some more of the eye drops in his eyes and gasped at how badly they stung. He reminded himself that it didn't sting, but they continued to burn. He sighed and picked up the cell phone and tried Missy's number one more time. "What?" her voice cut in, harsh, unfriendly. "Missy I am so sorry," he said, trying desperately to hear her thoughts, but nothing was there. "Uh huh," she said flatly. "Really, I am so sorry, it was wrong of me, I don't even know why I did it," he babbled, praying desperately to God for just one more chance to hear her thoughts. "Fine, whatever," she said and ended the call. She lay down on her bed and sobbed. ---- "Sorry ain't going to cut it," his mother told him flatly. "I know," he said miserably. "Warren, how could you?" she exploded. "Damn it! That girl was such a sweet girl! What were you thinking?" "I don't know," Warren admitted. "You are more and more like your father every day," she spat and picked up the phone book. ---- "Delivery for Missy Anderson," the young man called out and Missy's mother signed for the flowers. '"Missy, I am so sorry for hurting you and I know there are no words to make up for that. I am hoping that one day you'll find it in your heart to forgive me. Warren.' "Well, he gets a 'C' or maybe a 'B' for effort," her mother said. "No he doesn't," Missy said and left the room. ---- "If you really think some stupid flowers is going to make up for..." she hissed into the phone, got flustered, and hung up. "Mom!" Warren called out. "Yes?" she asked. "Did you send a bunch of flowers to Missy?" he asked. "Yes I did," she said. "'Cause I knew you wouldn't think of that." "No, no I wouldn't have," he said. "Thank you." "Did it work?" she asked, hopeful. "No, not really," he said. "Damn!" she stomped her foot. "Sixty five dollars, down the drain." "Sixty five!" Warren said. "Damn, I cheated on her, I didn't kill someone!" "Listen, Mr. Smarty Pants," his mother hissed. "This is no laughing matter. You broke someone's heart, someone that genuinely cared about you." "But what, why's it so important to you?" he asked. "Because, damn it!" his mother exclaimed. "I worry about you! I lay awake at night worrying about who's going to take care of you when I'm gone. Missy, well, when Missy showed up, I could sleep at night. I didn't have to worry." "Oh," Warren said. "Don't put any more of those drops in your eyes; you should see how red they are," his mother cautioned. ---- On Sunday, Warren moped around the house, barely tasting the food his mother slapped down in front of him. Monday morning he reached for the bottle, then thought briefly and dug around in the wastebasket for the old bottle. He dangled it upside down, wiggling it from side to side, and prayed silently. He jerked as the burning drops splashed onto his eyes and reminded him that they did not sting. The stinging stopped immediately. "Thank you, God," he said and bounded out of his bedroom. "God, I hope Kelly wants another date," Mabel thought to herself as she fixed the omelet for Warren's breakfast. "I know he had to go see his parents over the weekend, but he didn't call or anything. Warren got Kelly's phone number out of his mother's mind and called Kelly. "Hello?" Kelly groggily answered, obviously still sleeping. "Flowers. Mabel deserves flowers," warren thought. "Ooh!" Kelly thought. "I bet Mabel would love some flowers. I'll pick some up on my way in to work today." "Sorry, wrong number," Warren said aloud. "Oh, not a problem," Kelly cheerfully said. ---- "There he is," Missy thought as she saw Warren get off the bus. He stopped and swiveled his head, trying to locate her. Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach; she recognized that little maneuver of his. He was searching for her, waiting for her to come running up, waiting for her to take his hand and guide him around. "You screwed that up, buster," she thought bitterly. "He really is sorry," a thought popped into her mind. "And so am I," she thought sadly. "It'll never ever happen again," popped into her head and she shook that thought loose. Her mother had told her, and Mabel, Warren's own mother had confided in her, 'Once a Cheat, always a Cheat.' "If you forgive him, he'll spend the rest of his life making it up to you," she thought. "Damn it!" she thought bitterly and wiped at the tears that began to spill over. "Quit dreaming! 'He'll spend the rest of his life making it up to you,' yeah right." "What would it take? What would it take for you to give him one more chance?" popped up in her mind. "I don't know," she said aloud. He looked so sad, so pitiful; shoulders slumped, hunched over as he listlessly tapped his cane back and forth, walking toward the school building. The End. **Author's Note: Thank you to the numerous people that responded to my request for thoughts on how to finish this one. The vast majority of these people, the ones that gave the most valid assistance, however, used 'Anonymous' instead of their screen name. So, I think you all, each and every one of you.