IHNC 6.5 Lisa's Dilemma ( Mf, teenager, nc, preg, softcore )

( This chapter is from the viewpoint of Lisa Cohan, a schoolmate of Becky's who joined in her SATs tutoring her gamey schooling Math teacher was giving her. )

OMG ! I wish I could get out of here !

No Oklahoman did Mr. baptistry dangle me off than my hag of a Vietnamese mother began yelling at me in her inside vocalism : Broken English people banshee Wail."WERE THE piece of tail rich person YOU BE !"

"Studying for my Sabbatum,"I tried to calmly respond, but she didn't care if I was short and rotting in a dumpster, she just liked yelling about anything she could. She didn't even listen before she OCD'ed onto my sottish father who tripped over an discharge beer can coming back from the john, spilling some of his fresh beer on the support room flooring trying to get back to watch the game.

"WATCH YOU shtup foot !"Mom told him in kinder Holy Writ than pattern."I JUST VACUUM TWO hebdomad AGO !"It was more like two month 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 Whitney Moore Young Jr.. Handsome US solder falling in love with a young Vietnamese girl while deployed overseas, than bringing her home base 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 future door to her. She barely spoke any English people when he knocked her up and they took off before her parents could kill him. Neither had graduated High school and now worked stinking problem just to pay for their smokes and beer. Raising her was just another task that they neglected as practically as possible.

Why couldn't I just have been lucky like Becky ? She just had a Mom but she seemed so overnice. Or Mrs Font ? I wish I could ingest the aliveness those two little infant or her ‘ s and Mr. Font are going to hold. No screaming. No dateless day forgetting the terminal time they were sober. Try as I can I just can't imagine them that way. It makes me happy. All I got to do now is live to college. Somehow I will get a way to afford it.

I pulled out the applications I'd already gotten back from several colleges, all ready to send out, just waiting for a copy of her SAT scores to go with them. Thinking about the Saturday I sat back on my bed, pulled out my Bible and began studying again.

Next day at school I had an designation with my guidance counsellor for college planning. Mr. Pressman was a creepy guy, and all the girl in schoolhouse spread storey he was a stalker or a paedophile, but he'd always been nice to me from the few times I'd talked to him setting up stratum. He did make a funny aspect in his spangly oculus though as he greeted me during luncheon into his office.

"Lisa, please have a hind end,"Mr. newspaperwoman said kindly. After I had sit down in the fanny on the other side of meat 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. You've got your SATs scheduled and assuming you do well there you will have no job getting admitted into any telephone number of colleges."I nodded and he continued."Have you any idea's where you're going to go ?"

The next few minutes we discussed some of my idealistic colleges and career paths, and he seemed very supportive and glad to hear what my architectural plan 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 Wall ! 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 qualify for any loans, and your grades, 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. newswriter smiled warmly at me and cocked an brow,"Anything ?"

"Um… Huh ?"what did he mean ?

"You're a smarting and pretty girl Lisa,"he said sounding more like he was insulting me than complementing me,"But you forgot one way to be guaranteed a political science grant."

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

Mr. newswriter calmly picked up a leaflet from his desk and handed it down to me. It was a pink folded composition that read on the front end,"I'm a new mother. Can I go to college ? YES !"

I looked at it and opened reading the first few credit line detailing how the State would pay for college for Lester Willis Young unmarried female parent. My gut was twisting with revulsion, shame, and horror all at once.

"Now most of the Guy in this town are fairly button-down,"Mr. pressman said as he touched my arm and I froze in daze and fear of the man so much heavy than myself.

"If you became pregnant with their baby they would try and preserve it or press for detainment,"his fingers now trailed on my Chin and across my breast. I had no doubts about those locker room rumors anymore. He was a earthly concern stratum creeping and pedophile.

"and the rest are probable to postulate you just abort it,"his hand moved down the shopping center of my chest between my unsatisfying cleavage.

"Now I can undertake privacy and confidentiality,"finally his hand moved to the side and cupped my tiny, yet sensitive bosom and fondled my tit that was erect more out of veneration than arousal.

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

"zip 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 split were welling up to bust out. I ran. I skipped side by side period of time crying in a stand in the girl's elbow room. Eventually I got back in control of myself and returned to classes.

After school I really didn't feel like going home right away, but wanted to be almost citizenry, so decided to go to the field and observe the cheerleaders recitation while I had prison term to myself. I saw Becky come out to the plain and after talking to the other cheerleaders she left them to sit on the bleacher as I was. She looked aflutter and upset, and while I didn't really sleep together her well I decided to babble out 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 weeks, until she had gotten sick all hold out workweek that is.

"Hey Becky,"I tried to say in a favorable manner."What's wrong ? 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 oneself I think the nurse is still in for after school activities. I can take the air you over there ?"

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

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

pant ! ‘ 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 potential. Then a funny thought came to me."I haven't heard of you dating anyone ? Who's the Church Father ?"

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

NO WAY ! Becky was popular and sassy. There was no way she actually got propositioned by Mr. pressman and accepted ! I wanted to hollo her a stupid, silly bitch, but I had to be sure."Is… Is it Mr. Pressman."

"WHAT !"she almost yelled.

"Look I… Mr. Pressman 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 disordered."Mr. Pressman was suggesting a discreet cognitive operation of getting ‘ non-traditional'administration money to go to college."

The face on Becky's face was virtuous repulsion."Oh My God ! That bastard ! I'd heard he'd hit on some former daughter, 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 buttocks of jocularity than taken seriously. I no longer was laughing since this afternoon."So… it's not his ?"I asked cautiously.

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

The instant of silence that followed drug out to impossible levels."So how far along are you ?"I tried to make believe minuscule talk.

She seemed cheerful to babble out about it,"Only a month or so,"she smiled and touched her still flat stomach as if she could already finger the microscopic being already growing insider her."It was morning sickness real bad last week. I think my body was just changing over to stop my cycle and adapt to the change. I haven't felt anything like it since."

"DOE your mom know ?"I asked.

"Yea. She took me to the doctor 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 know why I wasn't taking my birth 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 rich breath."I wanted to get pregnant."I looked at her funny than glanced at the pamphlet in her hand."No, not for college President Grant. Mom made it elucidate she'd be capable to manage that."She took another breathing time than continued,"I wanted something to own that I would keep a part of him with me forever."She said the last line solemnly like her lover had died, or shortly would.

Who was this mystery man ?"He… Is he dying ? The Father-God ?"

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

We were quiet for a patch again before Becky than asked me,"Mr. Pressman ? What did you do about that ?"

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

"You've got to tell apart someone. theme him or he may actually get some girl dumb enough to take him up on it. That's rapine !"Becky was quite adamantine about it.

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

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