*Author's Notes: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
**Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
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Joanne 'Joee' Breaux entered the World Economics class and resisted the urge to tug down the hem of her miniskirt. The short red head felt extremely self-conscious wearing such revealing clothing in public, but Shaley Greene, her personal trainer had bullied her into buying the snug top and short skirt.
"You put some serious work into that body; about time you showed it off," the svelte blonde had barked.
Joee had indeed put some serious work into her body. The five foot tall red head had sweated, grunted, groaned and whittled inches and pounds off of her frame.
The pounds had been an effective shield as she scurried along the halls of DeGarde High School. No one paid any attention to the short blob with the frizzy red hair. The cookies and cakes and brownies had given her solace against the crushing loneliness.
Joanne Katherine Breaux was the only child of Katherine Ann Breaux. Timothy and Joanne Breaux had disowned their only child when she became pregnant out of wedlock, bringing shame to their family. Bravely, Katherine did her best to provide a loving and stable home for her daughter.
Naming her tiny red headed baby Joanne, after Katherine's mother had not softened Joanne Sarah Falgout Breaux one iota. The death of Timothy Breaux did not change Joanne's opinion one bit. And when Katherine was diagnosed with brain cancer, Joanne still was not swayed in the least to forgive her only child for being such a shameless and wanton hussy.
"Louisiana does not recognize medical marijuana," Dr. Farbacher said as he gave the thirty one year old single mother the horrible news. "It's a shame, it's really a travesty; marijuana helps with the pain, it helps with curtailing some of the side effects of the treatment."
Then, quietly, Dr. Farbacher told Katherine where she could find some good, potent marijuana. A double chocolate chocolate chip cookie with some marijuana baked into it gave Katherine some much needed relief and gave her some appetite. A double chocolate chocolate chip cookie with some marijuana and a few drops of cannabis oil baked into it actually made Katherine giggle.
Joeee was a few days shy of her seventeenth birthday when Katherine took her last breath. She was quietly acclimating to the Gueydan Foster home when Joee was introduced to her namesake.
"They say if I don't take you in, you'll just a be a ward of the state until you're eighteen," the harsh faced woman snapped.
Timothy Breaux had been a miserly penny pincher. He had invested well, had purchased shares of global oil and natural gas concerns as well as mineral deposits worldwide. Upon his death, Joanne Breaux sold the sixty four year old wooden shack she and Timothy had called home for the duration of their marriage, sold his thirty eight year old rusted pickup truck and bought a four thousand square foot home on Shoreline Drive in Baylor Lake, Louisiana, and bought herself a brand new Mercedes-Benz.
Joee went from a crowded foster home to a small mansion among other small mansions. She also went from a crowded, noisy, bustling house to a cold, sterile building.
On the morning of her eighteenth birthday, Joanne snapped, "Joee, you're eighteen years old today."
"Yes ma'am," Joee whispered. "You putting me out?"
"What? Why would I put you out? Unlike that slut mother of yours, you've not brought shame to me," Joanne had snapped, handing Joee a birthday card.
Joee's cheeks colored at her grandmother's hateful, hurtful words; her mother was no slut. But having no resources, no way to provide for herself, Joee bit her tongue. Quietly she thanked her grandmother for the card and the crisp one hundred dollar bill.
Joee took that one hundred dollars and signed up for two months membership at Shapes Wellness Center. Joanne heartily approved of this expenditure. She also approved of Joanne being able to drive herself to and from school, to and from the gym, so bought Joee a twelve year old Ford Focus.
"Tell you what," Joanne snapped. "Lose twenty pounds? I'll pay for a year membership to that gym."
Two weeks after her eighteenth birthday, Joee was able to afford a year's membership; Margaret O'Neil, Joanne's housekeeper found Joanne Breaux dead of a massive heart attack, lying in the now cold water of her bath.
In true Joanne Sarah Falgout Breaux fashion, Joanne had planned her own memorial service and funeral. Lynne Labbe, the funeral director did suggest that Joanne's head stone read 'Loving Wife, Mother and Grandmother.' Joee shook her head to the negative.
"She was none of those things," Joee said, dry eyed.
At the reading of the will, Margaret O'Neil screamed in outrage; Joanne's entire estate had been left to Joee. For the nine years Margaret had suffered under Joanne's tight-fisted and miserly control, Joanne had assured the middle aged woman that her estate would be left to her. Penny Jones, the executrix of Joanne Breaux's will showed Margaret that the will had been revised the day after Joee had come to live under Joanne's roof.
"Hmm, so she did love me," Joee thought, tuning out Margaret's threats and promises of a law suit.
Now, the nineteen year old red head stood in the lecture hall, surveying the available seats. She found one three rows up and quickly took it. Again, she cursed Shaley for bullying her into buying the tight top and the short skirt.
A few moments later, Joee looked up from her notes and tugged on the hem of her skirt. Looking around, she saw that the hall was packed but, thankfully, not one student was looking at her. Not one student was pointing, making disparaging comments about 'the fat bitch in her short skirt.' Joee saw another student scanning the few remaining seats.
The cute blonde looked disgusted; the only seats she could find were in the rear of the large hall. Joee looked to her right and saw the vacant seat next to her. A large football player was standing in front of another student on the ground level, blocking the blonde's view of the vacant seat.
Joee did not know the blonde's name; the Teacher's Aide took attendance by last name only, unless there were more than one student with the same last name. There were a few Breauxs, Broussards and Heberts.
"Bumps! Seat right here," Joee called out, waving to get the blonde's attention.
"Thanks," Bumps said, even as she frowned at the hated nickname.
"I am sorry; I, all I've ever heard them call you is 'Bumps;' I don't know your name," Joee admitted.
"It's Joanne," Joanne Pierce said.
"No kidding? Me too!" Joee smiled. "Hi Joanne. I'm Joanne."
Professor Charles Gendusa entered the hall, gasping and wheezing and mopping his sweating face. The man lumbered up the steps to his raised platform and nodded at his TA. The TA took attendance as Charles attempted to make himself comfortable behind his desk.
When the TA called twice for 'Zamick' and got no response, the pimple faced girl nodded and Dr. Gendusa began his lecture. Quite often, the man had to stop to clear his throat or catch his breath or to wipe his sweating face. Finally, he reminded them that their papers were due on Monday, then dismissed the class.
"OMG! That, that is such a cute outfit!" Joanne enthused when Joee stood up.
During the lecture, Joee had forgotten that she was wearing a snug top that hugged her 34E chest and a short skirt that showed off her pale, chubby thighs. Now, she tugged at the hem of her skirt.
"I mean, I thought the top is so cute, but with that skirt? And OMG where'd you get those shoes?" Joanne enthused as they joined the mob of students straining to exit the room.
