“Sure,” he responded. “What happened? How did I get excused from class?”
“I’ll tell you at my house, okay? I don’t want to talk about it right now.”
“Rhonda,” he said with deep sympathy in his voice. I wanted to sit in his lap, but there was no way they’d allow that in the main office. So I sat in the seat next to him and held his hand.
“Hey, you two!” my mother said with a smile as she pulled up in the car and rolled the window down. I hadn’t told her anything over the phone except that Martin had been excused too. I never did that sort of thing so she assumed it was an emergency and came over right away. I didn’t respond to her greeting. I just ushered Martin into the back seat and got into the front. “Rhonda, what’s wrong? Why are your eyes so red? Have you been crying?”
“Mom, Martin, I wanted to tell both of you at the same time. There’s something I need you to know, and I need assurance that you won’t overreact, and that you won’t get angry. Please don’t do that to me right now.”
“Okay,” Martin responded first.
My mother was more tentative. “I can’t say I won’t get angry until I hear what you have to say.” I began to cry. “Tell me, Rhonda! What’s wrong?
“I can’t until you promise not to get angry,” I said, trying not to sound angry myself.
My mother’s voice became more sympathetic as she realized how serious the situation had to be. “All right, Rhonda. I promise.”
I took another deep breath. My mother handed me a tissue. As I used it I searched for the right words. I didn’t want to say his name and I didn’t want to lie, but I had to say more than just ‘A boy was mean to me.’ I needed her to understand why I was excused from school without trying to take me to a hospital or the police precinct. “I… I almost got raped in the hall today.”
“WHAT?!? Oh, HELL no! What the FUCK is going on at this GOD DAMN SCHOOL? Who was it? Huh? Rhonda, you tell me who it was RIGHT NOW!”
“MOM PLEASE!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, sobbing. “You promised! Don’t do this to me right now. I can’t take it!” Martin put his hand on my shoulder from the back seat. I leaned my head on his hand, kissed his knuckle and touched his fingers in desperation for affection. “The boy got expelled,” I told her, still rubbing Martin’s hand. “The police have been notified, and they’ll find him at his house and arrest him.”
“If he’s still there. Why didn’t they have the police pick him up at the school?”
I hadn’t thought of that. “I’m not sure, mom. I got the distinct impression that they didn’t really have a procedure for this sort of thing since it doesn’t happen very often. Can we get something to eat, mom? I’m suddenly hungry as a hostage. Can we go to McDonald’s?” I knew my mother would give me almost anything I wanted within reason.
“Of course, baby. I’m sorry for getting so upset.” She reached her arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. When she was about to let go, I put both my arms around her and hugged her tightly trying not to sob in her ear. She kissed me again, and after a long moment I finally let go. I looked into the back seat and Martin was wiping away a tear. I suddenly wanted to get into the back seat with him. “You want a Big Mac?” my mother offered as I looked at him.
“I think it’s too early for that. Can I get a McGriddle?”
Mom smiled. “Of course, baby.” She looked in the rear view. “I think your friend needs you back there.”
I pushed the seat back and climbed over it without getting out of the car. My mom usually hated when I did that, but she dealt with it at the time. I sat in Martin’s lap and finally I could stop crying. Martin asked me no questions. He just rubbed my shoulder and kissed my forehead.
I was surprised when we got home that it was only 9:30. After all that happened that morning, it felt like it should be later. The three of us sat in the living room watching an old movie my mother loved called “New Jack City.” My mother was seated in her old comfy chair, Martin was seated on the sofa, and I sat in his lap.
During a commercial my mother got up and went to the bathroom. As soon as she disappeared through the door I straddled Martin’s lap and tongued him down. I grabbed the groin of his pants so I could feel his meat as it grew in my hand. I stopped just long enough to let him catch his breath while I kissed up and down his neck and rubbed his nipples through his shirt. As I heard the toilet flush I bit him on the neck. “Ow!” he exclaimed I kissed the bitten spot. Then as the water was running for her to wash her hands, I stuck my tongue in his ear. The way he moaned sent waves of pleasure up my spine. Then the water stopped running. I sat back in his lap just as my mother was coming back into the room. The look of absolute shock on his face as she took her seat was priceless.
I intentionally sat my butt right on his erection. It was uncomfortable, but when he tried to move I made little groaning sounds as a complaint. Spoiling me much more than I deserved, he sat there and dealt with it just to keep me happy. I could tell it was uncomfortable because of the way he sat. It slowly disappeared into his underwear as the movie continued, and he could sit normally again. Of course, I was turned on by then. I wanted to take him into my bedroom and do bad things to him. After all that had happened, one turn on and I was back to square one. The only thing that saved him was the fact that I had a Chemistry test the following day.
Against my principal’s advice, I came to school the next day. We both aced the chemistry test. Martin and only two others got perfect scores. My score wasn’t quite perfect, but it was still an A+. Martin came over to my house every day that week, and every night we gave him a ride home. Friday came swiftly, but I was still glad the week was over and was more than ready for the weekend.
Martin usually went home around 6 or 7 in the evening. That particular Friday evening I wouldn’t hear of it. Six o’clock rolled around and Martin started getting ready to go home, but I didn’t grab anything. “Put your stuff down, Martin. You’re spending the night.”
“That’s really nice, Rhonda, but you know my mother would kill me. I can’t spend the night with a girl. She’d have a conniption.”
“Then don’t tell her you’re with a girl. Tell her you’re at a friend’s house. You’re 18. You can tell her whatever you want, but you’re not leaving tonight. Do you understand?”
Why was it so easy to push Martin around and make him do what I wanted? He called his mother and told her he was in a hotel room with the other members of the chess club, and they wanted to stay up all night playing chess. Apparently his mom wasn’t buying it. I could hear her yelling into the phone even though I couldn’t make out what she was saying.
“Tell her you never do this sort of thing. Remind her that you’re a good boy, you’re over 18, and you’d never do anything to ruin your future.” He repeated what I said, almost word for word, into the phone. He looked at me shaking his head as I could hear her screaming voice emanating from the telephone.
“Now ask her if she’s throwing you out.”
He covered the phone with his hand and whispered, “I can’t ask her that.”
“You can and you will. And it will work. Do it.”
When there was a break in the cacophony, he swallowed and breathed deeply. “Are you throwing me out?” The screaming stopped. I had a feeling that would work. Martin didn’t understand what I understood. He looked at me and whispered, “She’s crying? I think she’s crying.” He went back to talking to her. “Tomorrow night, mom. I promise. I’ll be ready for church Sunday morning, and everything will be the same as it was. Thanks, mom.” He hung up the phone with a quizzical look on his face. “How did you know that would work?”
“Overprotective mothers are often holding on to an ideal. She still sees you as that eight year old kid playing in the yard. She doesn’t even want you to take the risk of ruining your life because she did things to ruin her own life when she was young. The only thing that forces her back into reality is the thought of losing you altogether. It’s a common psychological hangup, actually.”
“Damn,” he said, surprised. “Remind me never to piss you off.” Then he sighed. “She’s going to be mad as hell when I finally do come home.”
“No she won’t. She’ll hug you like you just got rescued from a kidnapper. She’ll spoil you for the rest of the evening. And from now on she’ll give you at least some of the respect you deserve. Having an overbearing mother can be like having a leash around your neck. If she loves you, it should be possible to make her see when she’s choking you.”
“Have you studied psychology or something?”
“I’ve studied a great many subjects, Martin.” I grabbed his arm and pulled him back toward my bedroom. “Tonight I’m going to study you.”
Despite the nonchalant outward appearance I was trying to maintain, there was a fight to the death going on in my mind. I had promised myself that I wouldn’t do to Martin what I did to Mike. I remembered the way Roger made me feel. I remembered the rejection of Mike backing away from me. I even remembered the first time I realized that what I had done was a crime called “rape,” and that it was a heinous crime. I pitted all that against my desire to take Martin and do with him as I pleased, and the desire was still winning.
What was worse, I was developing a modus operandi. The first step was to get him into a mindset where fighting back or resisting would be much more difficult. As I pulled him into my bedroom I sat him down on the couch while I paced back and forth. I don’t think I’d ever done that in front of him before. I could tell from the look on his face that he was wondering what was going on. The way I saw it, that was a good thing.
“You know, you can’t go home tonight if you want to maintain your mother’s respect. If you go home tonight she’ll hardly let you out of her sight. She won’t even let you come over here anymore after school. Do you understand?”
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