Chapter 1
Dee Jones waited until the last possible moment before entering the Algebra classroom. She found a seat just as Professor Huston was demanding the homework assignment be sent up to the front of the class.
The slender man marched back and forth impatiently until the din died down, then launched into his usual rapid-fire lecture. Even though she knew the material, Dee had to scribble frantically to keep up with the man. Briefly she wondered how the twins were faring with this particular material.
"Fuck them," she thought bitterly.
A plump girl in the front row dared to interrupt his nearly incomprehensible monotone lecture and the man's face actually turned beet red for a moment.
"I have told you and told you, but I guess it's pointless, since none of you seem to listen," he sneered. "Do not interrupt me when I am lecturing. There will be time to ask questions at the end of class."
He leaned toward the Latin looking girl.
"Is that clear? Do you speak English?" he yelled.
"Yes sir," the girl murmured, blinking back her tears.
Dee watched as the girl used the back of her hand to wipe her tears away. The man launched back into his lecture. Finally, he was finished.
"What?" He sneered at the girl. "No questions? You had one earlier."
The girl shook her head no and the professor dismissed the class. Dee quickly gathered up her books and approached the girl.
"Hi," he said and the girl looked at her through watering eyes. "I'm Dee. Dee Jones. I don't know why he felt it necessary to humiliate you like that, but listen, if you want, I'll help you with the stuff he was going over."
"Anita," the girl whispered then started sobbing.
It had been a horrible night last night. The new boyfriend she'd met on-line had been in a foul mood; some bitch waitress had quit, making his job as manager of Delphy's Diner that much more difficult. And he hadn't brought any money with him, so she'd had to pay for the movie, and for the popcorn and soda, which he very quickly devoured the majority of. When he drover her out to Huvall's Levee, she balked at sex.
She wasn't a virgin; she just didn't find the back seat of his slightly dirty car to be all that romantic. He claimed that he had his own place, but he didn't want to take her there just yet.
"In that case, take me home," she finally demanded.
"Great, just fucking great," Steve had spat.
She wasn't sure if she wanted to see him again. He was cute enough, and had a good paying job but she just wasn't sure if she could put up with the mood swings he seemed to have. One minute he was happy, almost like he was stoned or high, then the next minute, he was grouchy, short-tempered.
Her alarm clock hadn't gone off that morning and her spiteful roommate had just left her, let her sleep right through breakfast. She had just barely made it to the class in time, and then the man was talking so fast she just couldn't keep up with him. Then he yelled at her for interrupting him.
"See," Dee said and scribbled quickly. "All he was going over was how to plot out the factoring process. Like this, see?"
"Then why didn't he just say that?" Anita asked, a little anger creeping into her voice.
"I don't know," Dee admitted as Anita gathered up her books.
"But listen, here's my address, and my cell number and land line," Dee said, handing Anita a piece of paper. "You want to, we can get together and go over this stuff."
They had walked out into the corridor by this time.
Nadia came up behind Dee while Sonja approached from the front. The twins had gotten to class early and Nadia sat by the back door while Sonja sat by the front door so that they could 'pin' Dee in when class was over.
"Dee?" Nadia said, lightly touching Dee's arm.
"What?" Dee said, drawing her arm in a protective stance.
"We're sorry about the misunderstanding," Sonja said.
"Oh I think I understood you just fine," Dee spat.
"No, no you didn't," Nadia said.
"Yeah, all I was trying to say was we really like you and hope we can do, you know, 'study' like that some more," Sonja said.
"Yeah, it just came out wrong," Nadia concurred.
"Really?" Dee asked, looking from one blonde twin to the other.
"Really," both blondes agreed, nodding their heads enthusiastically.
"Listen," Dee said to Anita. "We're all getting together at my apartment tonight; come over about six, okay?"
"Yeah, Dee's like this genius at this stuff," Nadia agreed.
"Okay," Anita agreed. "Thanks!"
Dee watched the girl's ample backside jiggle as the girl ran down the corridor.
"What time's your last class today?" Dee asked the twins when Anita disappeared around the corner.
"One o'clock," Sonja said.
"Come over then?" Dee begged.
"Okay," Nadia agreed happily.
Both twins kissed Dee quickly, and then ran off to get to their next class.
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Anita looked around at the very neat complex, and then scanned the doors for Dee's apartment number. It was on the second floor, so she trudged up the stairs and knocked on the door.
She had to smile; she could hear merry laughter coming from inside the apartment. She heard pounding feet, then saw the eyehole darken slightly.
"She's hear," Sonja announced.
"Then open the door, goober," Dee called back.
Dee quickly pulled her long tee shirt on and sat back down in the office chair. Playfully, she opened her legs and flashed her pussy at Nadia, who was quickly slipping her shorts back on.
"Hi," Sonja cheerfully greeted the short, plump girl, standing aside so Anita could enter the apartment.
"You live here?" Anita asked, looking at the expensive furniture.
"No, this is Dee's place," Sonja giggled. "I'm Sonja, by the way."
"Anita, Anita Sanchez," Anita said and shook the other girl's hand.
"We're all in here," Sonja said and led the way to the study.
"Hi," Nadia said, smiling as Dee smiled over her shoulder at the new arrival.
"Hey," Anita said and took her seat on the dining room chair that Dee had drug into the room.
"Hey, Dee, what's a 'goober?'" Sonja asked as she took her seat next to her sister.
Nadia grabbed her glass and her sister's glass and left the room.
"You are," Dee laughed. "It's a goofball. That's what my dad was always calling me and Mom."
"You want something to drink?" Dee asked Anita.
"We got vodka, gin, um..." Nadia called out from the kitchen.
"And Nadia's got bourbon," Dee laughed.
"I hate that stuff!" Nadia screeched.
"Makes her dance naked on cars," Sonja laughed.
"That was one time!" Nadia protested.
"Bourbon," Anita decided. "Maybe I'll dance naked on someone's car."
The four girls burst out laughing. Anita was beginning to feel a whole lot better.
"Here you go," Nadia said and handed Anita a glass of dark liquid. "Hope you don't mind, but all Dee has is that diet Coke junk."
"No, no, that's perfect," Anita smiled and took a sip.
Then she remembered something.
"Dee, Dee, hey Dee, did you used to be a waitress at Delphy's Diner, like a couple of days ago?" Anita asked.
"No," Dee said in some confusion, and then smiled sardonically. "Let me guess."
She turned and typed something rapidly on her computer keyboard. Seconds later, Steve's picture and profile popped up on the screen.
"Him?" Dee asked, pointing to the picture.
"Him," Anita agreed.
"He's cute," Nadia said.
"Cute, yeah, that's the word for him," Dee smirked and scrolled down to display the entire ad. "That's about all he is, too."
"What you mean?" Anita asked, stomach tightening.
"He's not a manager; he's just a dishwasher," Dee said and turned back around to face Anita. "I ain't judging or nothing, but you smoke dope?"
"No!" Anita said, shocked. "My daddy would kill me!"
"Well, he says he's drug free right here, in this ad, but Steve likes to smoke dope. A lot," Dee said and turned back around.
She turned the computer off, then turned back to face Anita. Anita sat, tightly clutching her bourbon and diet cola.
"And he likes to drop Ecstasy, and I'm not a hundred percent sure, but I think he's also into crystal met," Dee went on.
She leaned close to Anita.
"And because of all the dope he does," she whispered. "He has a little trouble getting it up from time to time."
"We've not gone that far yet," Anita gasped, blushing hotly.
"Good thing," Dee said. "I mean, looking at all the other shit he's lied about,ain't no telling what else he's lying about; might have every STD known to man."
"I am sooo glad I came here tonight," Anita said and took a huge gulp of her drink.
"Me too," Dee smiled warmly.
Anita was a very cute girl, despite the forty or fifty extra pounds she carried. Her brown hair was a short cap of curls framing a round brown face with large brown eyes, a snub nose, and full pouting lips. When she smiled, like she was doing now, her teeth gleamed white and straight.
She was short, about five feet and one inch tall, with flabby breasts, a bit of a stomach, and thick legs, which her shorts displayed.
Dee realized that she was seeing a lot of Cindy Villeaux in the girl and her smile widened.
"Okay, let's get started," Dee Announced.
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Anita sipped her third drink and scribbled the problem that Dee was explaining.
"Wait, wait!" Anita excitedly said and scribbled rapidly. "I think I got it!"
She showed the others her answer and Dee smiled happily.
"That's it!" Dee laughed. "Now, do the next one!"
