The PTA Queen Bee & The Teen Rebel 02

"Trying to cover the office with nobody else there, and then I'll go and see Courtney after work."

"Oh, that reminds me," said Jenna, the girl having a smirk on her face. "I told Todd to go and buy Courtney some flowers and go and apologize to her again, so you might bump into him at the hospital."

Allison's sour expression indicated that she found not a single ounce of humor in Jenna's joke, and Jenna asked, "Too soon?"

"Yes," said Allison tersely.

"So you're still angry at Todd?"

"Yes." Allison's reply was direct.

Jenna laughed. "Don't worry, Todd angers a lot of people, so you aren't alone there. Do you know how embarrassing it is being his twin sister?"

"Just keep Todd away from my daughter," said Allison. "Ever since kindergarten, he's found ways to upset, scare and annoy her."

Jenna smiled. "I remember the first time they met. In Todd's defense, he was only doing an experiment on cause and effect."

"Cause and effect?" Allison asked, remembering the incident Jenna was talking about.

Jenna nodded. "Each time Todd pulled on my hair when we were little, I would get mad and punch and kick him. I think he just wanted to see what would happen if he pulled on Courtney's pony-tail. He was totally surprised when she burst into tears and ran to the teacher crying."

"Well Courtney's sick for one week, and Todd suspended for two, so two Todd-free weeks are a good thing for her," said Allison.

"And just think, when Courtney graduates she and Brad and all their friends will be going off to college, and they won't have to put up with Todd anymore, because there is no way Todd would get into college in a million fucking years," said Jenna. She sighed. "I just wish I didn't have to put up with Todd any more, but as we're brother and sister, it's not that easy for me."

They had reached the railway station, and Allison pulled into a parking space. "Thanks again for the lift Allison, and I'll see you in two months' time?"

"That's for sure," said Allison. Without thinking she and Jenna went to kiss, but quickly noticed their mistake and that they could be seen by people passing by, so put a stop to this idea.

Allison caught a glimpse of Jenna's white panties as she got out of the car. The women exchanged a wave and Allison watched as Jenna walked towards the station, her bag in one hand, her umbrella in the other. Then Jenna momentarily stopped to adjust her skirt, giving Allison the slightest teasing glimpse of her white cotton panties, before continuing on to catch her train.

Driving back to her office, Allison thought that a week ago if somebody had told her that she would be hiring Jenna O'Dea for a summer job, she would have judged them crazy. But now she could hardly wait for the two months to go by, and when Jenna would begin her summer job at the real estate agency. Allison's pussy tingled in her panties at the thought.

At the train station, Jenna purchased her ticket and lit up a cigarette while she waited for the train that would take her back to boarding school. She could see that guys were checking her out in her Catholic school uniform and while Jenna had no interest in boys despite a convincing act to the contrary, she enjoyed the attention and casually hiked up her skirt even higher.

Extinguishing her cigarette butt when the train arrived, Jenna put on her Walkman and sat listening to her favorite music genre as the train headed for New York City. As she watched Long Island pass by outside the windows, Jenna wondered if her mother had managed to prevent Andy getting expelled from school, and what stupid things fat Todd was up to.

*

Carol O'Dea had had more than enough stress in the last week to last a lifetime, but as her skinny, nervous figure exited Pine Tree Park School after the conference about Andy's brain explosion, she felt immense relief.

The focus of the school was not punishing Andy, but rather helping him with angry outbursts such as his brain explosion at the fete on Saturday. Andy's two week suspension from school still stood, but the school's psychologist seemed confident that Andy could be turned around by learning empathy for others. There was a child psychologist, a Doctor Millicent Rose, who ran a program that specialized in teaching kids with behavior problems like Andy how to think about how other people and control their anger issues, before they got older and ended up in juvenile hall followed by a life of incarceration in adult prisons or mental institutions. The school psychologist got Doctor Rose on the phone to speak to Carol, and advised that she had free time this afternoon to see Andy and talk to him, so the appointment was booked.

Carol's stress levels increased when she drove to her parents' house and found her sons sitting on the front steps, their grandmother having banished them from the house in just two hours. Todd's transgression was putting on cable TV to the adult channel, and when ordered by his grandmother to turn off the pornography, had responded to the request by belching as loudly as possible in her face. Andy had hidden behind his grandfather's chair, then burst a plastic bag behind him when he sat down, causing him to have an episode of angina.

It was just as stressful on the drive to the psychologist's office. Andy wore a furious expression, claiming he didn't need to see a shrink and Todd persisted in teasing Andy for being crazy, Andy getting madder and madder and clearly about to explode and repeat the episode on Saturday.

While she knew it was wrong to reward Todd for terrible behavior and enable his obesity problems further, Carol could take no more of him and pulled into the parking lot of an all you can eat restaurant, giving him the money for the full buffet and telling him she would be back to collect him after Andy's appointment was over. Soon other patrons at the restaurant were the ones who had to put up with Todd's antics, the obese glutton stuffing down one plate of high calorie food after another and masticating with his mouth open, belching loudly, scratching his balls while waiting in line at the buffet then handing the serving spoons, licking his plate with his tongue and despite it being a buffet going to tables where other patrons had left food, gorging himself upon leftover food and drink. At one stage Todd burped so loud after swallowing a massive mouthful of red soda that he brought up some vomit onto the table, but this was no issue for Todd, who didn't bother cleaning it up and instead went to get even more food.

In the car, Carol caught Andy's intimidating glare as her young son sat with his arms folded not speaking, clearly pissed off about being sent to see a psychologist. Exiting the car, Andy adopted a more passive aggressive than outright aggressive response, completely ignoring his mother in silent protest.

Andy continued to sulk in his chair in the waiting room while this psychologist spoke with his mother, until Carol emerged with a plump middle-aged woman with glasses. "Hello Andy?" she said. "I'm Doctor Rose, and it is so nice to meet you."

She extended her hand, a gesture Andy pointedly ignored. He looked the woman up and down, and thought she was just as dumb as he expected and that this whole exercise was a total waste of his time. About the only positives Andy could find was that at least she wasn't black, or that he hadn't been referred to a male homosexual psychologist, as homos passed on AIDS to non-gay people.

"How about we go and have a little talk in my office Andy?" Doctor Rose suggested.

With monumental reluctance, his facial expression showing that this caused him immense personal suffering, Andy trailed Doctor Rose to her office and sat in silent, sulky disbelief as she spoke about how important other people's feelings were, and some strange thing called empathy.

Andy could not believe what he was hearing. Was this woman serious? Why was it important that other people had feelings, and why should Andy behave according to their feelings? And how the fuck was Andy supposed to know how other people were feeling? More to the point, why should he care? It was weak and sissy to go around worrying about other people, you asserted your power over them and made them afraid of you and that was what gave you strength.

The more Andy heard, the more he was filled with disbelief. Did all people think about other people's feelings? Were all humans as weak and stupid as this woman? Andy would rather have been sitting in class doing fucking math than listening to this shit. Then all of a sudden the boy stopped dead, a thought entering his mind.

If most people thought about other people's feelings and empathized with them, then this was a weakness that Andy could use to his advantage. All Andy had to do was pretend to think about how other people were feeling and they would trust him, allowing him to get closer to them and hurt them even more than displays of overt aggression. This was brilliant. Andy could also use this secret weapon to obtain money and material things from people. Far from being the worst thing to have happened to him, these counselling sessions could be the best thing, providing him with numerous ways to disguise his behavior to cause maximum damage to people and avoiding suspicion. He had to be careful of course not to change too quickly, otherwise people would see it was all a masquerade, but if he was careful and acted convincingly, there would be no problem. It was like Andy had won a lottery and discovered the meaning of life on the same day.

The psychologist then asked him, "Andy, let's think about something that makes you angry. Just one thing, it can be a big thing or a little thing."

Andy pretended to think about this. "My oldest brother Todd bullies me. Last week he flushed my head down the toilet. That sort of thing makes me angry, and I bully other kids. But I feel really bad about it. I shouldn't bully other kids because I'm mad at Todd."

"That's excellent Andy," said Doctor Rose. "Let's talk about Todd, and how he gets you angry."

After talking about Todd for a while, the psychologist handed Andy a diary, asking him to fill it in every day and noting times that he got angry and why and bring it to each session. To Andy, it was too much like fucking homework, but he was polite and thanked Doctor Rose, thanking her again when she put a gold star in the book to reward him for being so cooperative today.

Andy left the therapy session feeling like he was floating on cloud nine, and in the car on the way back he decided to test his mother. "Mom, I feel really bad about what I did to Mrs. Grundy on Saturday. I should never have attacked her like I did. It was wrong."

Carol looked most pleased. "That's good of you to say that Andy, I'm really pleased that you've learned that."

Andy smiled internally. This was so good, the way he could fool people. Nobody knew except for Andy himself knew that as he apologized to his mother about attacking and biting the teacher at the school fete, in his mind's eye Andy was slipping finely cut-up Oleander into Mrs. Grundy's lunch, then watching in delight as she convulsed, collapsed and died as the deadly poisons in the plant killed the useless black bitch. The empathy counselling sessions were like Manna from Heaven to Andy. Now he would be able to conceal his feelings and motives from others more easily, and carry out his plans of murder, mayhem and dishonesty with far greater ease. And that made Andy very, very happy.

THE END - PLEASE RATE & COMMENT