Experimental device with side affects
Sabrina was searching for the cigarettes her mother kept hidden. Her boyfriend was becoming agitated, and she needed to complete an essay so borrowing a couple from the secret stash wouldn't hurt. To keep him quiet she decided to push him off the wagon.
Feeling through a draw of underwear she found a box, but it wasn't the carton looked for. There were buttons on it. She couldn't help pressing one, and when nothing happened she pressed another. A red light came on, but nothing else happened, so she discarded it to resume the search.
"Yep, got you!" she exclaimed. Shaking two from an open pack she turned to go. On an impulse she picked up the device, and hurried down stairs.
"Here, take these," Sabrina irritably said.
"You know I'm trying to give up!" John complained. He took them anyway.
"I need to study and don't want you bothering me for awhile. You'll have to smoke outside, I don't want mom finding out," she warned. "Here, take this and figure out what it is," she challenged.
Both the cigarettes and the device would keep him out of her hair for awhile. Guys loved gadgets and figuring out how they worked. It was probably something mom brought home from the lab. They were developing all sorts of boring things.
John stood on the patio more interested in smoking than the thing he held. He noticed a green light flicker on, though nothing happened. There were no markings on it. It looked like the usual experimental model, Sabrina's mother brought home occasionally.
He figured Sabrina had given it to him to keep him quiet, so he just held onto it with little interest. Feeling calmer he walked back into the lounge and dropped the device on the couch. He looked it over once more then decided to push it behind a cushion, just in case her mother became angry over them playing with it.
Last time they tampered with one of those ultrasonic things, all the dogs in the neighbourhood went mad. The last thing he heard was that they were trying out wave forms on humans. Something to do with exciting body fluids.
Sabrina was eighteen, the same age as him, but her mother treated her like a kid. Though, when he thought about it, it wasn't a good idea to start playing around with something they didn't know anything about.
It looked harmless, yet they had no idea what it did. He chuckled; it was probably just another dog scarcer. Right now, there were probably dogs in the neighbourhood going wild on hearing a high frequency transmission.
John tapped his foot wondering what to do. He had better have that other cigarette, before Jane got home.
He came in and washed his face and cleaned his teeth, even gargling, to get rid of the smell. Just as he was clear of the bathroom, Jane arrived.
"Hi, Mrs. Jones, good day at the office?" he asked.
"Don't ask, well, too late you have," she grimaced. "Where's Saby? I've got a takeout. Choose what you want, I'll have what's left," she said, pushing the bags into his arms.
"OK! I'll dish out a little of everything," John said.
Jane walked off to her bedroom. He heard her shout at Sabrina, then the patter of feet as Sabrina hurried into the kitchen.
"Go put on a movie while I dish out the food," he said. "Drink?" he asked his retreating girlfriend.
Three plates of Chinese food were placed onto a coffee table. Sabrina grabbed one, and John fetched the drinks. Jane came in and grabbed a plate and a fork. John sat down in an easy chair, disappointed not to be sitting next to Sabrina, as mother and daughter were sharing the sofa.
"Is it hot in here, or is it me?" Jane asked.
"I'll get you a drink if you like?" John offered. He wasn't interested in the chick flick. He shouldn't have been so quick to try and impress Jane, by volunteering to dish out the food. Otherwise, he could have found a movie for them all. Leaving it to Sabrina earned him some points though.
He just hoped she didn't go back to the essay afterwards; otherwise the effort would be wasted. They couldn't make-out at home, with her mother here, but they could at least get close to it. It wasn't so bad as the movie seemed to be getting her in the mood.
"I'll have one too," Sabrina called as he left the room. He chose large glasses, save getting up again. He handed them the clinking, ice laden glasses.
The movie was only half way through when they asked for more. He looked surprised, not expecting them to finish the first one, yet they were asking for a third. They hadn't been to the bathroom, so where was it all going?
He sat down, easing himself back, glancing at them. They did look hot, in both senses of the word, though he didn't like to take too much notice of Jane. She had a good figure, but it didn't seem right checking out his girlfriend's mother. She was slim, had long dark hair, with a smooth tanned complexion, much like her daughter.
On more than one occasion, his friends had asked to be introduced to Sabrina's older sister. He was embarrassed to tell them it was her mother, knowing only too well the ribald comments that followed.
He took a sideways glace at them both. Mrs Jones had loosened her blouse, and was popping another button undone. Seeing a deep cleavage appear, he quickly looked away. Sabrina seemed uncomfortable, with an occasional nervous touch to her breasts.
John took a keener interest in the movie. It seemed to involve the usual guy and woman flirting, then arguing over nothing of importance. Inevitably they would get together for a happy ending, so what was the point. They were mesmerised by the movie, looking excited by it. Maybe it had been a good choice after all.
Sabrina looked hot and bothered, as much as her mother did.
"I could do with another drink," Jane said, with a warm smile.
"Me too," Sabrina added.
Sabrina looked up at him through hooded eyes, when he handed the glass over. If her mother hadn't been sitting next to her, he would have leered back at an obvious look of interest. When he handed the glass to Jane, she too gave him a curious look.
His hand shook from being caught looking down her blouse. Enough blueberry juice spilled around the edge to make it slippery. When she took it, the glass slipped, spilling some of the red juice over her white blouse.
"Oh! Sorry Mrs Jones!" he blurted out.
"Damn! It'll be stained," she murmured. As though he weren't there she flipped the remaining buttons, and pulled the blouse from the skirt.
"Quickly put it in some cold water. In the kitchen sink," she instructed.
"Mom! What are you doing?" Sabrina asked, sounding astonised.
John heard her say something as he quickly left, having tried not to look at her mother.
