Some of you may be wondering why I haven't been with Eric or maybe you don't give a fuck – haha, but Eric was out of town with his family until very late Christmas Eve; actually very early Christmas morning. That's another mess, but that's for a couple of chapters from now.
Considering it was actually a holiday being Christmas Eve, we didn't get to sleep very late at all. But you know my mother – actually you probably don't and more the fortunate you are – mwahaha!
She wouldn't actually come into my room and wake us up. Oh no, not my mother – that would be way too straight forward. She'd come into my room, wake me up and ask me if I had called her – what a trip! Or start running the vacuum cleaner right outside of my bedroom door and if that didn't work, then begin banging it into my door until I got up to see what was going on.
Oh, then you should hear her when I would come out to see what all the noise was. Oh, did I wake you? I'm so sorry, well it is 9:30 or whatever. But anyway we were up fairly early. It was just as well. We had a bunch of stuff to do that day and would have to get ourselves ready for the evening.
None of us were really sure what we were going to do or where we would do it, we just knew it would be something massive. I mean, you can hardly plan a Christmas Eve party at somebody's house when their families are there. We were gonna have to find somewhere else to party, we just hadn't decided where yet.
First I made my mother drive us over to Dorothy's house; served her right for waking us up. Talk about a death defying trip! Man, I surely don't know how my mother ever got a driver's license in the first place, much less kept one. She just wouldn't pay attention to what she was doing. She was always so busy talking instead, I guess the reason was in the car was the only place she had me captive.
Her one saving grace was she drove so slowly she avoided accidents. Talk about embarrassing, though if you were riding with her. Cars would be honking behind her and drivers would be shaking their fists at her when they finally drove by. We always slid way down in the seat so people couldn't see us. She always appeared oblivious to all of it.
Socrates said something like the life unexamined wasn't worth living; I think my mother believed the opposite – haha! We finally get to Dorothy's house and then the same thing with her mother – yack, yack, yack. We didn't stay there long, you better believe. The old in and out, so to speak. Dorothy changed her outfit and then we flew out the door.
Thank God, Dorothy had a car. Don't ask me what kind. I had no idea about cars back then. I knew it was blue and sporty. Apparently back before me, her car was her only claim to fame. The only reason her parents even let her purchase a car was she needed one to get back and forth to school.
Man, what a weird pair 'her' parents were. My mother would have been delighted to have Dorothy for a daughter in place of me; instead all her parents would do was bitch and moan about her. I guess parents are never satisfied.
Dorothy drove us to the mall and what a wild scene that was – not wild like my kind of wild, wild like the place was fucking jammed. You remember? It was Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve at the mall – always a large mistake.
We drove around and around for about a half an hour before we found a parking space. I was just getting read to jump out naked and talk to the first guy we saw getting ready to pull into a space, but luckily for Dorothy it didn't come to that. She was just having a fit with me just threatening to do that. I really don't know what was wrong with her – mwahaha!
We were supposed to meet Krista at the mall and sure enough when we finally entered the right door – we had to walk halfway around the huge building – there my wild sweet love was. And she was irked. We were at least half an hour late. Of course her mother had just dropped her at the door.
"Sara! You slut!" she snarled at me.
'Oh ho!' I thought. 'She wants to play.'
Well, mall or not I was up for it, but Dorothy had been around us just enough to know what was going to happen and she put the major kibosh on it. She told us no way, no how, forget it!
Just like good little students we obeyed our teacher. Actually she had the ride, so we had to listen to her. The first shop we visited was the one where we had humiliated Hillary the evening before. Dorothy never had gotten to buy anything. This time Dorothy just went in and tried on some outfits. Oh, how boring.
At least Betty was there and she gave me a big hug for getting Hillary out of her hair. All of Hillary's co-workers were gathered around and congratulating me – it was cool, but I told them to throw money instead. That's when they went back to work, but Betty was cool.
She came up with the most awesome Christmas outfit. It was a Mrs. Santa Claus outfit, but none like I'd even seen. It was red and white trimmed, of course, but it was a one piece of apparel – being a coat which flared out to a tiny skirt. And I mean miniscule – it was de bomb! This thing just covered the top of my thighs it was so short.
Of course, you got these little red fur panties to wear with it, but you know me, I would dispense with them, immediately, if not sooner. I could hardly wait for the evening to wear it. It looked perfect for me on Christmas Eve. I gave Betty a great big hug and kiss and she slipped her tongue in my mouth. This girl surely had changed.
Something else that Betty did that was awesome was when Dorothy came out to pay for several outfits, Betty said they were on the house. Man, that was at least a couple of hundred dollars, probably more! If I'd known she was gonna do that, I would have picked something out too – haha!
That's how grateful she was to be rid of Hillary. Betty told me that much less hire Hillary back if she observed her even attempting to come back into the store, she would eject her. Of course, Krista wanted to know what we were talking about and after we told her – she was really pissed that she had missed it.
Hey, I didn't have any sympathy for her. I asked her if she wanted to come to the mall and she gave me a ration of shit of how boring it was and how she was going to spend the evening with Shawn and then of course he had to do something with his family.
Families suck at Christmas time. They get in our way of having fun – big time! Don't they understand it's one of the few times in the school year that we get out of school for any extended period of time?
Well, then we went to one of those mall eateries – you know, I'm sure you'll eaten in malls before, unless you live in the swamps somewhere. And they probably have one there. You can probably paddle far into the Everglades here in Florida and find the Everglades Mall! Run by a group of alligators, no doubt.
Anyway you know the thing with this mall food is, it's different than your usual fast food but in the long run it's the same old crap and it costs more. But what're you gonna do? Nobody is making me eat.
So after we ate, I disappeared into the women's restroom (I just wanted to be clear which restroom it was – haha!) and changed my clothes and came out wearing the Santa Claus outfit. No, I had the red panties on – like it's any of your business. I was going down to see Derek and I don't want to scandalize all the young chillum.
I had a funny teacher in high school that used to call us that. He'd say I've come to heal all you chillum. Of course you know what happened to him – he quit. All the humane teachers always quit because they can't stand the conditions they have to work under.
I truly think there are a number of qualified caring teachers who graduate from college but the school system just grinds them into the dirt until they're all at the same level of a slug.
I think everyone needs the Sara rehabilitation program like I gave Dorothy, but of course some of them are just too damn old for that. In that case they should retire and get out of the way.
Since I have known her from way back when – it's been five years now, she hasn't said one stupid thing to her students. And she admits that before she met me and Krista, she said stupid things to students all the time.
Of course, she thought they were the things she was supposed to say because they were the things said to her in school and also the things they taught her to say in college, but of course those were the same things her professors were taught in school by their professors and so on forever.
Everybody is always saying how important it is to learn from history; we don't learn a damn thing from history. We just keep doing the same dumb shit over and over. I know – I know, you're saying – where's the smut, Sara? Well, hang on, it's a long chapter.
Well, I went tripping down to visit Derek while Dorothy and Krista went to do some very last minute Christmas shopping. I don't particularly remember who for, I just know it wasn't for me – haha! No, I mean it.
We had an agreement not to give each other presents because of the expense. We'd rather spend our money for more important things – like booze for instance. Anyway what's the big deal with treating each other like shit for most of the year and then assuaging our guilt by spending a lot of money on each other at Christmas time. The only people who win out of that is the shopkeepers.
Let me tell ya, I was attracting some attention wearing this scanty outfit in the mall. I had a gang of college age guys following me everywhere, half of 'em with hardons; but like I said – some of these guys can get hard watching paint dry much less me flashing my red panties at 'em.
Of course, these weren't like real panties. They were red just like the coat-dress was and made out of the same material. You couldn't see anything through them, even if you had one of those x-ray specs they used to sell in the back of comic books – haha! Remember those things?
Every once in a while on my trip down to see Derek, one of these guys would come up and try to chat me up. Ordinarily that would have been an acceptable way to pass time, but I was in a hurry so I would reach out and start rubbing on the guy's crotch.
You know, not one guy tried to stop me, all men are such sluts. Here's some strange girl, they don't even know my name and I might be crazy you know? Well, I am crazy but I mean Kraaazy! I might be preparing myself to stick them in the gizzard with my toad stabber, but they're letting me rub on them anyway.
I would rub on them until they were super hard, which took all of about eight seconds. You have to remember there was people steady passing by us on both sides and sometimes right between us causing me to stop for a second and they're all going about one hundred miles a minute. Oh, the joy of the holiday season!
