Summary: mind control, incest, Mf, minor ff
Mix a girl as pure as fortified whole milk with a boss as nasty as
maggot-riddled rancid flour, and what do you get? Well, I'm still not entirely
sure, but it's kind of fun finding out.
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.
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Author's Ramblings: I wanted to do a slow one. The sex doesn't really pick up until chapter 4 -- sorry, folks, not even a first chapter "hook" for you this time. Why would anyone write such a story? The higher you build 'em, the farther they can fall (although ... I'm not sure our heroine ever really falls in this story).
Live well!
You are now leaving the realm of the known and well-lighted and crossing over into a realm without stability, a world with only potential, a shadowy landscape with--
Oh, you get the picture. The chapter below is a draft chapter. It is subject to change, revision, rewrite or even total deletion (though drastic changes are unlikely). There may even be ungrammatical half-thoughts or notes included below. All this is still copyrighted by Jafar. These draft chapters are given as a courtesy so that those interested in this story can peek on where the author is currently thinking of taking it.
I hope you enjoy the draft(s) and the story as a whole.
"I'm glad you made it to the Oasis last night," Collette told Bethany.
"It was enjoyable," she smiled. "Thank you for inviting me."
Bethany's intercom sounded then. "Bethany?"
"Yes, Mr Smutogler?"
"Come back to my office, please."
"If he gets fresh, smack him," Collette warned Bethany as she stood.
"Oh, I couldn't--"
"I'm just kidding, Bethany. Seriously, though: if he gets out of line, threaten to bring a sexual harassment suit. He'll be as sleazy as he can get by with, but he doesn't have the balls to stand up to anything serious."
"I'm sure he wouldn't--"
"Hopefully not."
Bethany walked back, knocked, then entered. Tina Klondike was in his office as well, standing behind Mr Smutogler's desk, to his right side.
"Yes, sir?"
"Bethany," Tina started, "We're trying to determine what happened to an envelope that failed to be delivered by a deadline."
"Uhm, what envelope and what deadline, if I may ask?"
"We'll get to that in a few minutes," Tina informed her. "Part of your job duties is to take mail to the post office or Federal Express, is it not?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"And you are supposed to complete these tasks by the end of each day?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Do you?"
"Mail each day's envelopes? Yes, ma'am. I'm very concientious to do that."
"I see."
Bethany stood attentively while Tina executed an uncomfortable pause. Mr Smutogler was staring at Bethany's chest.
"Well," Tina wrapped up her pause, "It seems that we have a discrepency here. A critical envelope was placed in your mail basket, yet it never made it to its destination before the deadline."
"I don't know, ma'am. If it was placed in the mail basket, it went out that afternoon."
"Well ... let's just check, shall we?" She walked around the desk and to the door while Mr Smutogler studied her ass. She spun around, and Mr Smutogler's eyes flicked back up. "Coming?"
Smutogler and Bethany followed Tina out to Bethany's work area.
"Well ... my, my. Not only was the envelope never mailed, it's still sitting here." Sure enough, there was a large manilla envelope stuck in the outgoing mail basket.
Bethany turned to Mr Smutogler, and his eyes flicked up. "Sir, I assure you that that envelope was not there earlier."
"Are you ... calling me a LIAR?!"
Bethany turned to the other woman. "No, ma'am, I just--"
"Roy!" Tina reached up and absent-mindedly fingered her neckline. "I will NOT tolerate this insubordination! I INSIST that Mrs Grace here own up to her responsibilities and her failure to perform them!"
Mr Smutogler's eyes were glued to Tina's neckline, and he did not bother to move them away as he spoke. "Bethany ... Tina is right ..."
"But, sir!"
"Bethany, the envelopes and packages that are placed in that basket are quite important and need to be mailed promptly."
"Yes, sir."
"Well, that just trashes my last four weeks of work! I want her reprimanded, Roy!"
Mr Smutogler moved his eyes from Tina's chest to meet Bethany's eyes. "Bethany, these really are important envelopes."
"I understand that, sir."
"And you need to get them mailed promptly."
"Yes, sir."
"Roy, she needs to be ...."
"Tina, I think the poor girl will do better in the future. And this IS her first offense. And--"
"Roy ... !"
Mr Smutogler's eyes went from Tina's chest to Bethany's, then back again several times. Finally, Bethany's bosom won out. "It's decided. Bethany, I don't want to see any more screw ups in the future, but that is the end of it for now." He gave his best imitation of a sincere smile to the young woman.
"Thank you, sir."
Tina harumphed, spun around and marched back to her office, her high heels clicking out an angry staccato rhythm.
"Thank you, sir."
"You just remember this little favor, young lady," Smutogler's smile decayed into a leer, then he headed back to his office.
Bethany sat at her desk, trying to get back to work, but replaying the scene that had just happened over and over again in her mind, trying to figure out what just happened.
Collette and Francesca wandered out a few minutes later. "What was that all about?" Collette asked her.
"There seems to have been an ... envelope that ... didn't get mailed. But I ... I ALWAYS mail the letters and parcels by the end of each day. I ALWAYS do ..."
"I know you do," Collette told her. "You're the most meticulous assistant we've ever had here."
"But ..." Bethany's voice wavered a little, "We walked out here and ... and there was the envelope in the outgoing mail basket. But I ALWAYS--"
"Who else was in this meeting?" Francesca asked.
"Mrs Klondike was--"
"That's it, then," Francesca shrugged. "She didn't complete one of her proposals in time and decided to pin the blame on you instead."
"But-- but we came out here and the envelope was here. Even though I was sure that--"
"Bethany, stop blaming yourself. She just had her toad Teresa walk the envelop out and plant it while you were in Smutogler's office."
"But ... noone would do anything like that .... That's something only people in soap operas do, not people in real life."
"You ought to march right in and tell Smutogler that there is no way you forgot to mail an envelope."
"And," Francesca added too, "you should make him get Gary to check the dates on the word processing files on Tina's computer. I'll just bet they're dated from this morning as she was finishing them up and printing them off to set you up."
"That dirty bitch," Collette muttered.
"Come on," Francesca stood. "I'll go with you. We can't let her get away with this!"
"No. No, it's okay."
"Bethany, she set you up!"
"Mr Smutogler said that this was the end of it, as long as I don't mess up again."
"But she shirked HER duties and set YOU up for the blame!"
"The Lord Jesus tells us to forgive and to turn the other cheek."
"Oh, come on, Bethany!" Francesca said. "This is the REAL world!"
"No ... no, I wouldn't feel right attacking Ms Klondike."
"But--!"
"Francesca, hush," Collette told her, then looked to Bethany. "Are you sure you don't want to follow through on this Bethany?"
"Yes. I just want it to be over. I'll do a good job and make sure I don't forget, and everything will be okay."
Francesca tsked, but Collette waved her hand at her. "She doesn't have to if she doesn't want to." She turned back to Bethany. "But don't you let her walk over you again, Bethany. Believe me, Tina will try!"
"Yeah ... I just want it to be over ...."
Collette rested her hand on Bethany's shoulder, then led the agitated Francesca back up the hall.
"I oughtta rip that bitch a new asshole! Setting up Bethany like that!" Francesca cursed.
(Friday morning)
"You ready, Beth'ny?" Roderick called from the kitchen.
"Yeah!" she smiled as she hurried into the kitchen, juggling her purse, her lunchbag, her thermos of milk and a stack of about a dozen magazines. "I just needed to get the old National Geographics that I bought for Abe. He is so looking forward to them!"
Roderick smiled. "You are an angel, Beth'ny. You know, you can watch the light returning to the eyes of those folks since you've been making your Friday visits!"
"Well, we do what we can. Christ wants us to respect our elderly; not to lock them up in a hole and forget about them."
"You're just a beam of light." The two stepped out the front door and into the car, then started up the road.
At the corner were seven males in their late teens or early twenties, leaning against the brick wall there, smoking.
"There are those ruffians again. I tell you, Beth'ny, they are up to no good at all."
"Jesus would want us to extend our hearts to them, that they might see the light and be saved."
"I don't know, Beth'ny. If I were less of a Christian, I'd call them punks or hoodlums. That's what they are. I know we should try to teach them the way, but I'm not sure it's safe. One of these days, we're going to find our car or a neighbor's car damaged or stolen, and it will be from them and their horseplay."
"They're just confused, Roderick."
"Even if they are, don't interact with them. It just isn't safe. Promise?"
Bethany smiled. "I promise. And thank you for being my protector."
The car was practically a little glowing ball of warm fuzziness, radiating with feelings of goodness and light as it hurdled up the road.
They arrived at Runnybrook Elderly Care Hostel, and Bethany kissed her husband, then got out of the car.
"Hi, Bethany," Karen, a nurse of Runnybrook, greeted her when she entered.
"Hi, Karen!" Bethany beamed.
"What do you have there?"
"Oh, these are for Abe. He asked me to get him some National Geographics."
"Oh, no, Bethany," Karen smiled. "He just wants them so he can look at topless women."
"Nooo. No, he is interested in faraway places. That's all."
"Okay," Karen smiled, "If you say so. They're all waiting for you back at the rec room. They've been asking when you were going to get here since 4:00 this morning."
"Oh, how sweet! I'd better get back there."
"Just let me know when you're done and I'll drive you to work."
"Probably about 8:45," she said and walked back to the rec room.
"Hi, Abe! Hi, Howard! Hi, Charlie!" Bethany beamed as she walked up to the three elderly men. "I brought your National Geographics, Abe!"
"Heh, heh," Abe gave a little smile.
Bethany bent over to set her purse and lunch on the floor so she could hand the magazines to her friend when she felt something rub her hip and buttocks. She jerked back up and turned around, and Charlie gave her a dumb look.
"Charles! Did you just--?!"
"Ehhngh?"
"Charlie, if you just did what I think you did -- you shouldn't do that! I come here because I'm your FRIEND! NOT so you can brush up against me! Now, you need to get your mind on holier things, Charlie!"
"Ehnngh?"
"You play dumb all you want to, Charles! But do not touch where you are not supposed to, or I will not be able to be your friend anymore!"
"Rnnnmiya."
"Okay. Just don't let it happen again."
She turned back to Abe, and Charlie's eyes twinkled at Howard, who gave him a wink.
"Here are your magazines, Abe. I hope you enjoy them."
"Oh ... I'm sure ... that I will!" he smiled, watching his two comrades ogle his pretty young friend's backside. "Thank you ... Bethany."
Then Bethany pulled up a chair, retrieved a novel from her purse and began reading to them.
"You are just an angel for those three," Karen told Bethany as she drove her to work at 8:45. "They have perked up so much since you started coming every Friday. Although ... Charlie Johnson has gotten a little frisky with his hands in the last month."
"The elderly are still here on earth for a reason, Karen. God still has plans for them. And if we spend time with them, we help bring about those plans."
"You are just so full of faith, Bethany."
"Christ is an important part of my life."
"Sometimes you can carry that faith into adulthood; sometimes not. I'm not even sure whether I still believe in God anymore."
"Oh, you HAVE to believe in the Allmighty! How else could the world be so full of beauty and goodness if it weren't for God?"
Karen smiled. "You're quite inspiring, Bethany."
"You ought to meet my little sister. She just finished her missionary work. If you should want to explore your relationship with God and Christ, I will let you talk to her. You will CERTAINLY come away inspired!"
"Thank you, Bethany." She pulled the car into the parking lot and Bethany stepped out.
"Thanks for driving me," Bethany said, then headed in to work.