The Last Jeskey - Chapter 41

 

The Last Jeskey

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 41

 

(Day 10 – Saturday)

 

Freaky

 

What’s wrong with sleeping on the floor?  It’s what good girls do!  And I’m a good girl!  We had another argument about that last night when everyone went to bed.  Shantel wanted me to sleep in a room with her, but I refused.  After a lot of arguing, I did agree though to sleep in Bo’s bedroom.  They thought I was going to sleep on his bed.  I didn’t tell them I wasn’t.  Yes, I slept on the floor of his room, and I was glad.  Not only was I a good girl for sleeping there, but all night long I kept expecting Bo to come in.  What if I had been in his bed?  He’d kill me!

Like the day before, I was awake and in the kitchen before Shantel and Lisa came out of the room where they had slept.

“We gotta find out if we can get rid of all that stuff!” Shantel said as she headed for the table.

“I hope someone comes today that we can ask about it,” Lisa agreed.

I had no idea what they were talking about.  We had eggs and bacon in the house, and pancake mix and maple syrup too.  “What can I make you for breakfast,” I asked.

Lisa looked around at the kitchen counter.  “There’s no toaster, so toast is out.”

“The guys always loved pancakes,” I told her.

“Not this morning thanks,” Lisa replied as she got out of her seat.  “I guess, I’ll make some eggs.  But first, I want coffee!”

“Leese,” Shantel said, “I’ll make the eggs, you make the coffee.”  She looked at me.  “Or maybe Freaky and me will do the egg bit together.  Sound good Honey Pie?”

“Uh…you’re going to cook…with me?”

“Darn right!” she said.  “Go get the eggs.”

It was weird cooking and fixing breakfast with all of us doing different things together.  It was the fastest I could ever remember getting a meal ready.  But it was also kind of fun.

It was fun and nice until after breakfast.  Shantel went into the bathroom and took a shower first while Lisa and me cleaned up the breakfast dishes.  Then Lisa went into the bathroom.  When she came out, Shantel and Lisa both forced me to go in there and take all my clothes off and stand in the tub while they turned the shower water on.

“I like the rain rooms better!” I told them as the water hit me.

“This is the same damn thing, Honey Pie,” Shantel said.  “Just a bit smaller.  Now grab that soap and start scrubbing every last inch of your body.”

It was weird.  My whole life had become weird.  The two of them stood just outside the bathtub and made me use that soap stuff all over every bit of me.  And then they handed me a bottle of something and had me pour some of it into my hand, and then start rubbing it into what was left of my hair.  My hair got a whole bunch of laundry suds in it that I had to rinse out under the water.  At least it was warm water.  That part was nice.  I thought I was done, but then things got even weirder.

“Here,” Lisa said as she handed me something.

I couldn’t believe it.  It was a razor like the guys used.  “I’m a girl!  I don’t have a beard.”

“It’s not for your face dummy,” Shantel said.  “It’s for your legs.”

“My legs?”

“Their full of hair.”

“So are all the guy’s legs.  So what?”

“So girls aren’t supposed to have hairy legs,” Lisa told me.

“I do.”

“So do I,” Lisa said.  “But girls aren’t supposed to.”

“But you just said…”

“Freaky!” Lisa said.  “You want to be a good girl, right?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Then understand this.  Good girls don’t have hair on their legs.  And if they do, they shave that hair off so they look nice and pretty.”

“They do?”

“Yes!” both Shantel and Lisa said at the same time.

“Now take that soap and lather up your legs again.  Both of them.”

It was weird, like everything else in my life now.  But Lisa and Shantel talked me through shaving my legs for the first time.  Only when I was done did they let me come out of the bathtub.”

“And we don’t call that a rain room,” Lisa said as I was drying off.  “We shorten it a bit.  We just say shower.  Like a rain shower.”

“Shower?”

“Yes!”

As I was drying myself off, I suddenly felt Shantel doing something with my hair.  She was pulling something through it.  “What are you doing?”

“Combing your hair,” she said.  “I found a comb over by the sink.  Your hair is short enough now that I think it works just fine.  I just think we need to do some work on your hair to shape it up a bit.  Make it look pretty again.”

“Shape it?”

“Darn right.  You got any scissors around here?”

“Um…I think there’s some in the barn.”

“The barn?  Oh hell no.  I need some good ones.  I’ll put that on my list of things that I need to ask Natalie about.  My growing list!”

“Am I done now?” I asked, frustrated with the both of them for making me clean myself like that.  “Can I get dressed now?”

“Not yet,” Lisa said.  “Not till you’ve brushed your teeth.”

While Shantel opened a package that contained a new toothbrush, Lisa and I argued about not only what brushing my teeth was, and why I needed to do it, but we argued over the fact that I was going to do it at all.  She won out with her newest weapon to use against me.

“Good girls brush their teeth at least once every day.  And it’s better if they do it more!  You want to be a good girl, right?”

I was beginning to hate her.  I had to admit though.  When I was done, my teeth did feel nice and smooth, and my mouth had this nice flavor in it too.  But I still didn’t see why it was necessary.

I had just finished getting dressed when I heard a knock at the door.  Lisa went to answer it.  She opened the door and let Natalie in.

“Oh, am I glad to see you!” Shantel told her.  “We’ve got a whole list of questions about things, not to mention things we really need…soon!”

“It may have to wait a bit,” Natalie told her.  “Pam called me last night.  She’s bringing visitors here today, and I want Freaky to have something better to wear than that same dress she’s been wearing for days now.”

“That’s one of the big things we wanted to talk to you about,” Lisa told her.  “That dress is literally all the clothes she has.  And she’s wearing the only undies she has too.  Not to mention, Shantel and I don’t have much ourselves.  But Freaky really needs something else…soon!  We just finished getting her cleaned up and dressed, including brushing her teeth for the first time in her life,” she said pointedly as she looked straight at me.

“I don’t see the reason,” I replied.

“Good girls brush their teeth every day!” Lisa argued back.

Sulking about it, I sat down in one of the chairs.

“Problems?” Natalie asked.

“No,” Lisa told her.  “It’s just that sometimes you’ve got to be a little firmer with her than we’d like.  She’s too concerned with being a good girl.  The wrong kind of good girl!  We’re trying to show her other ways to be a good girl.  Better ways!”

I continued to glare at her and sulk.  “Bo never told me any of that.”

“Bo was a man!  A moron of a man!”

“And he certainly didn’t know nothin’ about women and what they need or what they’re supposed to do,” Shantel added.

“He never told me that good girls are supposed to clean themselves every day, or brush their teeth every day, or shave their legs, or…try to look pretty all the time.  He never said that.  Ever!”

“I rest my case,” Shantel said as if she was very satisfied about something.

“I hate to break this discussion up,” Natalie said, “but we really need to get going and get back again.  I don’t know how early they’re going to get here, but since they’re coming from Knoxville, then it’s going to take them a while.  I’m guessing it’s going to be somewhere around lunchtime.”

“Hear that miss good girl?” Shantel said.  “Let’s go buy you a new dress.”

“A new one?” I asked.

“Brand new.  Not used.  Something never worn by someone else before.”

I got up from my chair immediately.  Why did Shantel and Lisa grab those leather bags they always seemed to carry?  I still had never seen them open them.  Dumb!  But then I remembered seeing Natalie open hers when we were at the restaurant and the store yesterday.  But Lisa and Shantel hadn’t opened theirs.  So why were they carrying them?

When we got outside, I noticed there was a cop car there again.  And when we got into Natalie’s car, he got into his car.  Was he going to follow us to buy clothes too?  Why?

As usual, Lisa and I sat in the back seat together.  As we were driving away from the house, Lisa said, “I know nobody is going to want to hear this, but would you mind if I started teaching Freaky something right now?”

“What’s that Leese?” Shantel asked.

“A little song I think she should learn.”

“A song?  You gonna teach her to sing?  Listen honey, when it comes to singin’, that’s my thing to teach her.  What song?”

“The ABC song,” Lisa told her.

“Oh!” Shantel said.  “Go ahead.  Work out.”

“Do you sing much?” Lisa asked me.

“I never sing,” I told her.  “Singing is making noise.  Too much noise.  Good girls are quiet.  Very quiet.  All the time.”

“Oh hell no!” Shantel exclaimed.  “Here we go again.  Honey Pie, that’s just wrong.  We gotta sing, and we gotta let it all out, nice and loud!  Let the good lord hear us.”

As usual, I had no idea what Shantel was talking about.

“You don’t have to worry about being quiet anymore,” Lisa told me.  “Now this is an easy song.  And…I think you may like it.”

I wasn’t so sure, but I said nothing.

“Now try this,” she said.  And then she started singing.  “A B C D E F G.”  Can you try that much?”

It took me a few tries, but I managed it.  Singing instead of talking is hard!  I don’t know how Shantel did it.  I also had no idea about what I was singing, let alone what any of the words meant.  They were all just gibberish.

When Lisa thought I had learned just that much well enough, she started teaching me more.  And the gibberish words got even worse!  What the heck is an elemenopee?  Nothing I ever heard of.  But then I’d never heard of any of those gibberish words before either.  It’s just that elemenopee was a lot longer than any of the other words in that song.

The really interesting thing though, was that before we got to the store, all of us in the car were singing that song together.  It was kind of fun.  In fact, lots of fun.  We were all laughing and happy by the time we got out of the car.  Natalie led us into the store, and I stopped and stared.  If I thought the grocery store was amazing, so was this.  But instead of food, this store was jampacked with clothes.  Lots and lots of clothes.  All kinds of clothes.

“Shantel, Lisa,” Natalie said.  “Please help me find something decent for Freaky that will fit her.  But if you see anything for yourselves, we’ll buy it.”

It took a while, and they made me go into this little tiny room to “try on” some of the dresses they thought would look good on me.  They tried to get me to agree to some pants, but I absolutely refused.  But Natalie said it would be nice if I was wearing a dress for the visitors anyway, so that stopped that argument.

By the time we left, I had two new dresses, one that Natalie had called a midi-length and one that came down to my knees.  And I had three more bras and three more pairs of panties too.  Natalie said the sneakers I was wearing would have to do for now.  It was time to get home before the visitors came.

“Who’s comin’?” Shantel asked as we got back in the car.

“Freaky’s family,” Natalie told her.

“Gary?” I asked.  “Is he finally coming home?”

“Not Gary…I hope!” Natalie said.  “Other relatives.”

“What’s a relative?” I asked Lisa.

“Family,” she told me.

“So…Gary.”

“Let’s hope not,” she replied.

We all sang that funny song again…all the way home.

Now if someone could just explain to me what the words meant.