The Garbage Queens, pt 2
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. There are mistakes; expect to find many of them.
Chapter 26
Mrs. Kim and her two sons, Buddy and Bobby Kim, and her daughter Paula Kim moved into the cottage on the King Property. Mrs. Kim was an excellent housekeeper, just as she had promised she would be.
Paula had a room in the small housekeeper's cottage. She spent much more time in Kerry's room than in the room in the small cottage. A month after Mrs. Kim assumed the duties of housekeeper, a hotly blushing Amelia asked Kelly if there was another room she could have.
"Are they, oh God, oh never mind, I don't want to know," Kelly asked, her own face bright red.
Todd found himself being moved out of his bedroom to a downstairs bedroom. He also found himself being Uncle Todd to two Korean boys; Buddy and Bobby and Mia adored him and followed him everywhere.
Except when Freyja would come to the King house. Bobby Kim had an undeniable crush on the bone thin cheerleader. When Freyja was around, Bobby would ignore Uncle Todd, ignore Buddy, Paula, and Mia and just follow Freyja around the large home.
The boy even told Todd, "Uncle Todd? You should marry my sister and I'll marry Freyja, okay?"
"Grandma? Buddy and Bobby? They going school; I want to go to school," Mia whined a few days after the Kim family moved into the household.
Mrs. Kim had seven lunch boxes on the counter every morning. Each lunch box had the corresponding owner's name on them. Buddy, Bobby and Mia would grab their lunch boxes and enter the garage and wait by the Mercedes-Benz SUV for Momma, Mrs. Kim, and Grandma, Miss Kelly to buckle them into their car seats.
Then Grandma and Mrs. Kim would drive them to William C.C. Claiborne Elementary School. Buddy and Mia were in Pre-K; their lunch boxes held a box of apple juice and a box of animal crackers for their snack time. Bobby was in the second grade and his lunch box held a box of fruit punch, a sandwich, some carrot sticks and two chocolate chip cookies.
Even though she had fussed and whined and demanded she wanted to go to school, Mia did have a little trouble adjusting to the fact that she was not the center of the universe. She did have a little trouble acclimating to the structure of a half-day of doing what the teacher said they should do, instead of what she wanted to do. But the first time she had a gold star that she could show off to Uncle Todd and to Grandma and Grandpa and Aunt Kerry and Aunt Melya, Mia declared that she would get a gold star every day. She did not get a gold star every day, but she did strive for one.
At the trial of Derek Bergeron and Arnold Petitjean, Gordon King did point out that Derek Bergeron had been clean and sober for thirty-four days, that Arnold Petitjean, while getting better, did require constant supervision.
Gordon King asked that the court place the two offenders on probation, rather than incarcerate them. He did not even request restitution for the property that Derek and Arnold had destroyed.
"Thank you, Mr. King," Derek said.
Arnold just sat, humming to himself. Occasionally, he would fidget with his tie, but his mother would lightly slap at his hand.
"You're welcome," Gordon said, watching Arnold and his mother.
"And sir? Please tell Todd I'm sorry," Derek continued.
"Hell, son, tell him yourself, huh? You are returning to school, aren't you?" Gordon said, again wincing as Arnold's mother again pulled Arnold's hand from his tie.
"I can do that?" Derek asked Judge Jesse Johnson.
"Not only can you do that, I would strongly recommend it," the grizzled old judge said.
"Yes, your honor," Derek agreed readily.
"Again, Mr. King, thank you. And I really am sorry for what I've done," Derek said as they turned to leave the courtroom.
"Dodged the bullet on that one, sport," Derek's stepfather sneered.
"Yes sir, I did," Derek agreed. "Sir? Is it okay if I come home?"
"Uh, yeah, I'll, uh, yeah, your mother's been missing you something bad," the man stammered, knowing and not knowing who this young man was.
He looked like Derek Bergeron. He even sounded like Derek Bergeron. But the words and the posture were not the words, the attitude of Derek Bergeron.
The first cold snap of winter was in the air as they left the courthouse. At the side of his mother's car, Derek took a deep sniff of the November air, then smiled a self-conscious smile at his stepfather.
"My first breath as a free man," he admitted.
"Enjoy it," the man nodded and unlocked the car.
Derek had missed far too many days to make up. But Dr. Savoie did agree that Derek could attend classes in preparation for summer classes.
Derek did apologize to Todd King. He also apologized to Amelia Waters for his boorish behavior in the past.
(Derek's purpose for making amends to Amelia weren't truly altruistic. He was actually hoping she would not only forgive him but resume a relationship with him. He was disappointed, but not surprised that she declined to resume their relationship.)
It was the last football game of the season for the Baylor Lake High School Bandits. They'd won two games the entire season; there would be no post-season games for the Bandits.
After the game, Paula, Kerry, Freyja and Amelia returned to the King house. In the back yard, Gordon arranged a small bonfire in the fire pit and the girls, Todd and Mia and Bobby and Buddy, with the assistance of Uncle Todd and Grandma and Grandpa roasted marshmallows and made s'mores.
"Here Freyja, I made you one," Bobby flirted shamelessly with the girl.
"Aw! Thank you, Bobby," Freyja smiled.
"Uncle Todd, you marry my sister," Bobby again suggested as they began cleaning up the remnants of the cooking.
"Going be a long night," Gordon suggested to Kelly as they carefully doused the flames of the bonfire.
"Uh huh," Kelly grumbled, seeing the looks Todd and Freyja were shooting one another.
So, just after midnight, Kelly wasn't surprised to see a figure stealthily make its way out of Kerry's bedroom, slinking toward the stairs. She put her hand onto the light switch for the large hallway.
"Ah HA!" Kelly cried out, hitting the switch and flooding the hallway with light.
"Aieegh!" Kerry screamed out.
Kelly froze at the sight of her baby sister, nude, except for her panda bear slippers. Kerry stood, ramrod stiff, one hand on the bannister.
"Kerry, what on earth are you doing?" Kelly asked, truly baffled.
Kelly didn't know whether to laugh at the sight of her sister, laugh at her little panda bear slippers on her feet, or cry that her baby sister was sneaking around the house. Or, ATTEMPTING to sneak around.
"I uh, nothing," Kerry said, now trying to hide her nude body, one hand over her light blonde curls, one forearm across her breasts.
"Oh Kerry, really? Going lie to me?" Kelly asked, approaching the girl.
"Going to Todd's room," Kerry whispered, unable to look her sister in the eyes.
"Going to... Good God, Kerry, go. Just go to bed," Kelly sighed. "You are wearing me out, you hear?"
"Kerry, I swear to God," Freyja snarled, stepping out of Kerry's room, glaring hotly at Kerry.
Kelly pursed her lips at the leopard print camisole top and thong panties that Freyja wore. She had met Freyja's mother and Freyja's two older brothers. Kelly hated herself for thinking it, but in her opinion, Freyja's taste in clothing, in music did reflect the girl's upbringing.
