_”Oscar, please don’t look for me. You will get me in trouble with Myrna, she has spies everywhere!” Jenny pleaded.
-“The hell with Myrna! I just found out that I am fired, and for no good reason.
Jenny please leave with me. I won’t be able to see you now, at least not in that fortress where you live. And I will be banned from coming into the factory by the security guards another day.” Oscar pleaded with visible anguish in his eyes.
-“Oscar, I can’t do that. I don’t want to be settled with a family for many years yet.
I don’t know what I want for sure, but I know it is got to be something that will allow me to find myself. If I leave with you, that would signify a commitment to you. I am not ready for that. I’m sorry Oscar.” Jenny said genuinely saddened to see Oscar depart from her life.
-“Jenny, don’t you see that you are her prisoner? You never have a day off, and the pay she says she sends to your family in your country is most likely a scam. She will never let you leave her. I am here now here for you - come with me!” Oscar said extending his hand.
For a moment Jenny hesitated, swayed by the memory of her wonderful day at the mall, if she ran away, then she could be free to visit the mall anytime and even try on some of the shoes and clothes and perfumes. Yet, at what cost? If she had truly loved Oscar, she would go ahead and accept his offer. But he was a dear friend to her; it would not be fair to either of them.
On the other hand, Myrna was acting ultra weird lately. Just that morning she had called Jenny to the bathroom and after locking the bathroom door, she had instructed Jenny to turn around. Myrna then pulled down Jenny’s pants a little bit and then proceeded to inject her with a syringe.
After hesitating several minutes, Jenny embraced Oscar for the last time. –“I can’t go with you Oscar. I care for you as a dear, dear friend, but I have to find my way first.” Jenny said with finality.
Feeling desolate about losing her only friend, Jenny went about washing the evening’s plates, pots, and pans.
-“I told you not to talk to that good-for-nothing boy Oscar. Are you boy crazy all of a sudden Jenny?” Myrna asked with malice oozing off her pores.
-“He simply said goodbye to me today. He is leaving, and I won’t see him anymore.” Jenny said looking down at the sink full of suds and dirty plates, while controlling the urge to cry.
-“You are a stupid girl if you think that you can fool me Jenny. I’ve invested too much on you for you to spoil my goods. If you are that boy crazy, I will take care of that very soon.” Myrna said as she yanked Jenny’s hair.
-“When you are done with the dishes and after mopping the floor, take fresh towels to my bathroom. Hurry up!” Myrna ordered.
Taking the towels out of the dryer and folding those, Jenny made her way upstairs to Myrna’s bedroom.
The door was open and the lamp highlighted the silhouettes of Myrna’s husband reclining on their bed while Myrna kneeled on the floor in between his legs. Her corpulent form was naked, her free flowing, pendulous breasts collapsed without the support of a brassiere to hold them upright.
Yet, that is not what made Jenny drop the warm fresh towels to the floor in shock.
Jenny was rooted on the spot as she saw Myrna engulf that thing in between her husband’s legs. It was hard and standing upright. Meanwhile Myrna worked furiously bobbing her head up and down, as her lips enclosed around that hard pee pee.
That is what Jenny had called it when she had seen her little brothers pee while standing up.
When Myrna’s husband caught sight of Jenny standing just outside the doorway, he yelled out her name. Immediately Jenny ran down the stairs as fast as her legs could carry her.
She ran into her room and locked the door. She was still shaken by that sight. It was utterly gross what she had caught Myrna doing.
Trying to block from her mind that nefarious sight, Jenny focused on the poster of her angel on the wall to seek solace and a sense of calm.
Late into the night, as her tired body burdened by the weight of the efforts of the day clamored for sleep, Jenny succumbed to a fitful sleep.
Perhaps it was her intuition telling her that she was becoming a woman, that image she had been privy to had grossed her out, yet, something had also stirred in her.
Perhaps it was a memory ingraind in her psych, fusing with the advent of the future, yet, Jenny felt the subtle awaking of her sexuality bloom like the tender petals of a rose.
To be continued….
