IHNC 6.5 Lisa's quandary ( Mf, teen, nc, preg, softcore )

( This chapter is from the viewpoint of Lisa Cohan, a schoolmate of Becky's who joined in her Sat tutoring her High schoolhouse maths teacher was giving her. )

OMG ! I wish I could get out of here !

No Oklahoman did Mr. baptistry drop me off than my hag of a Annamese mother began yelling at me in her at bottom vocalism : Broken side Banshee plaint."WERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BE !"

"Studying for my SATs,"I tried to calmly respond, but she didn't concern if I was dead and rotting in a dumpster, she just liked yelling about anything she could. She didn't even listen before she OCD'ed onto my drunken forefather who tripped over an vacate beer can coming back from the bathroom, spilling some of his reinvigorated beer on the living way floor trying to get back to watch the game.

"WATCH YOU FUCKING human foot !"Mom told him in kinder words than convention."I JUST VACUUM TWO WEEK AGO !"It was more like two months ago, but neither one cared. I wondered again if I was somehow adopted before running to my room to get away from them.

I hated them. It sounded like a amorous story when she had been young. Handsome US solder falling in love with a young Vietnamese girl while deployed overseas, than bringing her home with him. But she later found out the less substantial truth. Her mom was just from a Annamese area of Los Angeles and Dad had lived following doorway to her. She barely spoke any side when he knocked her up and they took off before her parents could pop him. Neither had graduated high schooling and now worked crappy line just to pay for their hummer and beer. Raising her was just another chore that they neglected as lots as possible.

Why couldn't I just have been golden like Becky ? She just had a Mom but she seemed so nice. Or Mrs. typeface ? I wish I could accept the life sentence those two little babe or her ‘ s and Mr. Font are going to accept. No screaming. No endless days forgetting the last prison term they were sober. Try as I can I just can't think them that way. It makes me happy. All I got to do now is survive to college. Somehow I will find a way to yield it.

I pulled out the applications I'd already gotten back from respective colleges, all prepare to institutionalise, just waiting for a written matter of her SAT scores to go with them. Thinking about the SATs I sat back on my bed, pulled out my script and began studying again.

Next day at school I had an date with my guidance counselor for college planning. Mr. Pressman was a creepy guy, and all the girls in school spread narration he was a stalker or a pedophile, but he'd always been nice to me from the few prison term I'd talked to him setting up year. He did have a funny looking at in his beady heart though as he greeted me during dejeuner into his office.

"Lisa, please cause a posterior,"Mr. Pressman said kindly. After I had sit down in the rear on the former incline of the desk he sat near me on the corner of his desk and smiled down at me."I see you've been doing good in course of instruction. You've got your Sabbatum scheduled and assuming you do well there you will let no problem getting admitted into any number of colleges."I nodded and he continued."Have you any idea's where you're going to go ?"

The following few minutes we discussed some of my ideal colleges and career paths, and he seemed very supportive and well-chosen to learn what my programme were."You sound like you have certainly done your homework here as well. Now have you considered how you are going to pay for it ?"

Brick bulwark ! How had I thought I was smart ? Strangely I never considered that. I just gaped.

"College is very expensive. The colleges you named even more so,"he said calmly, still smiling down at me."I know your parents aren't going to characterise for any loans, and your course, while well above average aren't going to get you any scholarships."He just ended there leaving me hanging.

He was right."What… What can I do ? I need this ! I'd do anything to go to college !"I have to get out of here.

Mr. Pressman smiled warmly at me and cocked an eyebrow,"Anything ?"

"Um… Huh ?"what did he mean ?

"You're a smart and pretty lady friend Lisa,"he said sounding more like he was insulting me than complementing me,"But you forgot one way to be guaranteed a governance grant."

I still hadn't gotten the hint and it showed on my face.

Mr. newspaperwoman calmly picked up a pamphlet from his desk and handed it down to me. It was a pink folded report that read on the front,"I'm a new female parent. Can I go to college ? YES !"

I looked at it and opened reading the first few bloodline detailing how the state would pay for college for young unmarried mothers. My gut was twisting with repugnance, shame, and horror all at once.

"Now most of the guy rope in this town are fairly conservative,"Mr. newspaperwoman said as he touched my arm and I froze in seismic disturbance and fearfulness of the man so much bigger than myself.

"If you became pregnant with their sister they would try and keep it or struggle for custody,"his fingers now trailed on my Kuki and across my chest. I had no doubts about those locker room rumor anymore. He was a world family weirdo and pedophile.

"and the residual are belike to demand you just abort it,"his handwriting moved down the center of my chest between my disappointing cleavage.

"Now I can guarantee concealment and confidentiality,"finally his hand moved to the side of meat and cupped my petite, yet sensitive breast and fondled my nipple that was erect more out of fear than arousal.

I squirmed in my president, just thinking now about a way of getting out of there as fast as possible."Mr. Pressman, I have to go to the bathroom,"and I pulled away from him and rose to lead only to be stopped as he harshly grabbed my arm surprising me.

"Nothing happed here Lisa. And if you say otherwise it's your word against mine."Then he let me go and sat calmly behind his desk. That was all I needed as the snag were welling up to burst out. I ran. I skipped next time period crying in a kiosk in the miss's room. Eventually I got back in restraint of myself and returned to classes.

After school I really didn't feel like going home right away, but wanted to be near the great unwashed, so decided to go to the field and see the cheerleaders practice while I had fourth dimension to myself. I saw Becky come out to the field and after talking to the early cheerleaders she left them to sit on the bleachers as I was. She looked nervous and worried, and while I didn't really know her well I decided to talk to her and see what was up. We'd talked more now that Mr. font was tutoring us at her house twice the last few calendar week, until she had gotten sick all last week that is.

"Hey Becky,"I tried to say in a friendly fashion."What's wrongfulness ? Still not feeling well ?"Then I sat down next to her to talk.

"Oh, Hi Lisa. Yea, I guess."She said holding her stomach.

"Hey, if you need help I think the nurse is still in for after school natural process. I can walk you over there ?"

She smiled but said,"No, I'm fine."

It must have showed on my face that I didn't believe her. After a few import of scrutinizing silence she almost burst in a very silent blowup through gritted teeth whispering,"OK ! I'm pregnant !"

gasp ! ‘ No Way !'I mouthed silently then huddled closer to her.

"Please,"she then begged,"don't tell anyone ! I shouldn't have told you but I just had to tell someone."

"Of course, to my grave,"I muttered as seriously and silently as possible. Then a mirthful thought came to me."I haven't heard of you dating anyone ? Who's the Father-God ?"

"I…"she blanched,"I can not tell you."

NO WAY ! Becky was popular and smart. There was no way she actually got propositioned by Mr. printer and accepted ! I wanted to call her a dullard, silly bitch, but I had to be sure as shooting."Is… Is it Mr. Pressman."

"WHAT !"she almost yelled.

"spirit I… Mr. correspondent gave me this."Then I fished out the pamphlet I still had accidentally hung onto. It was crumpled but as Becky took it to look at it she still looked confused."Mr. newspaperman was suggesting a discreet process of getting ‘ non-traditional'government money to go to college."

The look on Becky's grimace was complete revulsion."Oh My God ! That bastard ! I'd heard he'd hit on some former girls, but they were the druggies and I thought they were just making that up."

I'd heard the Saami hearsay, but they were few and more the butt end of jokes than taken seriously. I no longer was laughing since this afternoon."So… it's not his ?"I asked cautiously.

"inferno no !,"we laughed together as that seemed both crazy to both of us.

The second of silence that followed drug out to unsufferable levels."So how far along are you ?"I tried to make small talk.

She seemed cheerful to talk about it,"Only a month or so,"she smiled and touched her still plane stomach as if she could already feel the microscopic being already growing insider her."It was first light unwellness tangible bad last week. I think my body was just changing over to break off my rhythm and adapt to the alteration. I haven't felt anything like it since."

"DOE your mom know ?"I asked.

"Yea. She took me to the doc when I was sick and that's when we found out,"Becky almost winced as she said this.

"Blew her top ?"Lisa said apologetically, knowing the feeling all to well.

"She stews,"Becky replied."She wanted to bed why I wasn't taking my parentage control pills she'd been buying."

"Why weren't you ?"I gasped quickly without thinking, instantly regretted saying it because I knew she didn't want to say.

"I…"Becky began, than took a deeply breath."I wanted to get pregnant."I looked at her funny remark than glanced at the pamphlet in her bridge player."No, not for college subsidisation. Mom made it all the way she'd be able-bodied to handle that."She took another breath than continued,"I wanted something to give birth that I would keep a part of him with me forever."She said the last melodic phrase solemnly like her fan had died, or shortly would.

Who was this mystery man ?"He… Is he dying ? The founding father ?"

"Huh ?"she looked quizzical than firmed her face,"power as well be."She stared off into space.

We were serenity for a while again before Becky than asked me,"Mr. printer ? What did you do about that ?"

"Oh, I just ran and cried in the stall for half an minute,"I laughed it off.

"You've got to order individual. write up him or he may actually get some missy dumb enough to take him up on it. That's violation !"Becky was quite adamant about it.

"He's right though. I got no substantiation. It's his word against mine."I shrugged helplessly.

"So all we got to do is get proof."Becky then grinned deviously and smiled .