Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Purple Les

I was getting sick of winter. It just never ends. As much as I like it at first, by the time it’s February, I’ve had enough. Except for the few sunny days, when it’s fun to ice skate at Crowley Pond, winters become boring. Stupid static electricity! I kept getting shocked every time I touched something in the house. My teacher, Mrs Collins, says it’s because of the dry weather and cold temps, and she made me read a chapter out of our science book.

There was a big flu outbreak. So many kids and teachers were off sick. The grownups were going to close the school for a week. We’d already had February recess anyway, but I would have been happy with another week off.

But someone got the idea of combining the two other schools with our school, since ours is in the middle of the other two. So I was sad we still had school, but Mary and Siobhan were glad.

It was Thursday, I was glad the week was almost over. It had been a weird week seeing all these new kids. It was afternoon, just after lunch. Me and Mary were standing in the hall, near my classroom. We were checking out the new kids. The hall was busy with kids coming back from lunch.

“Hey, Katy, look at that girl.”

“Golly! I’d love to just hug her she’s so cute.” We were looking at a girl who was maybe ten or eleven years old from one of the other schools.

“Yeah, you’d do more than that, you perv.”

“Yeah, well, so would you,” I said back to Mary, ’cause I knew she would. Then I added, “I really like her head scarf thing, too.”

“I think it’s called a hijab, it’s a religious kind of thing,” Mary informed me.

“Well,” I said, “I still think she’s so cute.”

We were sort of like checking her out, even though we couldn’t see her shape because of her loose garments. Her face was pretty, though, and we could tell she was slim. I couldn’t help wondering what she would look like naked.

Then we looked up the hall and both groaned. It was this sixth-grade boy from another school. Me and Mary call him ‘Big Boy,’ not to his face, of course. We didn’t know his name and didn’t care.

We called him Big Boy because he’s big, bigger than some of the teachers even, and he looks like a boy. Curly hair, chubby face, and more chub on his arms and body, but he acts like it’s muscle. He’s a real loudmouth too.

He was with two other boys who hung out with him, ’cause they were losers too.

Big Boy came up behind cute headscarf girl, and yanked her hijab thing off her head, which knocked her off her feet, and said to her, “Go back where you came from, you little terrorist!”

I couldn’t believe it. I said “Golly!” right out loud, and dropped my books on the floor, which made a big noise. Kids and a few teachers looked over at us now.

Then I saw Mary, as calm as could be, walk over and take the scarf out of his hands, turn around and give it to the girl. Mary helped the girl up on her feet again. She looked like she might cry. Mary put her arm over the girl’s shoulder and started to walk her away.

Then Big Boy came up behind Mary and the girl and grabbed the hijab back, and at the same time he pushed Mary from behind so hard she fell on her hands and knees.

He said real loud, “That goes for you too, you dirty little gook!”

Well, Mary is the cleanest person I know. Little? I don’t think so. Me and Mary are the tallest girls in our grade. I didn’t know what a ‘gook’ was, but I didn’t like the way he said it. And Mary was where she came from. She was born at the hospital that was in the other town, just like me.

Then he pushed Mary’s butt real hard with his big foot and sent her sprawling on the floor. Her glasses fell off and Big Boy stepped on them and then kicked them down the hall.

The next thing I knew, I was standing on the hall monitor’s chair. The hijab thing was in my left hand, the knuckles on my right hand were sore. The hallway had gone silent, except I heard someone crying, like a baby. I looked down from the chair to see Big Boy sitting on his butt on the floor, with his legs spread out at an angle.

He was the one crying. He had his hands up over his nose and mouth. Running out from the bottom of his hands was blood.

The sight of blood always makes me faint, and I did. Someone must have caught me as I fell from the chair I was standing on.

The next thing I knew, someone was moving something stinky under my nose. I kept turning my head away from it, and a voice said, “There. She’s coming around. You can put the smelling salts away now.”

Mrs. Collins face was close to mine. “You’re in the teachers’ lounge, Katy. The boy is in the nurse’s office so we brought you here. Do you think you can sit up?”

I was laying on a couch. I said, “Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay, good. Now, very slowly, Katy.” said Mrs. Collins, and she put her hands on my arms and helped me sit up. Then she asked, “How do you feel, Katy?”

“Dizzy.”

Mrs. Collins brought me a cup of water, and I drank it down, and then I drank four more.

“My hand’s cold,” I said.

“Yes, Katy,” my teacher said, “I have ice over your knuckles. They were kind of red and swollen.” She took the ice pack off my right hand and said, “Open and close your hand for me, Katy.”

I did. It was a little sore, but my hand worked okay.

There were a couple other teachers there, but they left now that I was okay. Mrs. Collins took me back to my class after a while.

The day was almost over anyway now. I got my stuff together to go home, and waited for Mary near her classroom. We got on the bus with all the other kids. We got off at our stop, and didn’t talk as Mary walked me home.

In front of my house we looked at each other. Mary’s eye glasses had a bunch of scotch tape on one side to keep them together. The lens on the other side was all scratched up. When we rubbed noses goodbye, she had a goofy look on her face.

She kissed my cheek, and said, “I love you, Katy.”

As I watched her head down the road, I yelled out, “I love you, too!” She turned, smiled and waved, and then walked away.

I looked through my pockets for my house key. After I came inside and took off my coat and boots, I thought to myself, they didn’t send a note home for my Mom to sign.

I have to bring a lot of notes home cause of stuff I shouldn’t do at school, but did. Today was a real bad one. I mean, I hit a kid. Then I thought they must have called Mom, because it was so bad. I ran to Mom’s room, and checked her cordless phone, but there was no message.

Now I felt sick to my stomach. They must have called her at work. I would be in for it when she got home.

I went up to my room, and put on my play clothes. Then I scrubbed some potatoes, and got them boiling. I sat down at the kitchen table, and started my homework. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try to look good.

Mom was home soon after I did all that. I knew as soon as mom came in I was dead. When mom came in the door, and got her stuff off, she came over to me and hugged me, and said, “How’s my angel?”

“Um, okay.” I couldn’t have been more surprised if a unicorn had walked in the house and talked to me.

“Oh, Katy, good girl, you got some dinner started. I’ll finish it up. Hmm, potatoes. How about I smash them, and we have gravy and something?”

“Sure, Mom,” I said. I guessed they hadn’t called mom at work either. Mom didn’t know how much trouble I’d made at school.

Then mom just kept talking about her day and stuff. I wanted to tell her a few times what had happened at school. Whenever I got ready to, I couldn’t ’cause she’d start talking all happy again. She hadn’t been this happy and talking like she used to since before last Thanksgiving, so I thought I would tell her in the morning.

I was in the living room, after dinner, and mom yelled to me, “Come on Katy, I made a chocolate cream pie. I just have to make the whipped cream. Come help me.”

Well, this was too good. Now I was real happy, too. Mom finished making the whipped cream, and we heard a car in the driveway, and the doorbell rang. It was Officer Sanchez.

“Hey, Sandie,” my mom said. “Perfect timing. How about some pie with us? I’ll make some coffee.”

“Um, thanks, Carol, but I’m afraid I’m here on business.”

Mom laughed, “Oh, Bill wants me to make him that lasagna I promised him.”

“Uh, no, Carol. The sheriff sent me here for something else. I have a warrant for arrest here.”

Officer Sanchez took an envelope out of her pocket, Mom put her index finger in her mouth and bit it hard, before she asked, “What did I do, Sandie?”

“Uh, well, nothing, Carol. I, uh, I’m here to bring Katy in.”

I felt sick to my stomach again. Mom looked at me, then back at Officer Sanchez.

“Okay, Sandie,” Mom said, “Good joke. Let me get that coffee going.”

“Um, it’s no joke, Carol.” Mom took the envelope from Officer Sanchez. She opened it, read the paper inside, looked back and forth from me to Officer Sanchez.

“Assault and battery! Sandie, what the…?” Then Mom looked at me. I wished I could have crawled under the table, through the floor, through the basement floor, and kept going till I got to China.

“I tried to tell you a few times, Mom, but well, you were so happy, and I thought I’d wait till morning. I uh…”

Mom started to yell at me, then she yelled at Officer Sanchez, then I told her some of what happened, between her yelling.

Officer Sanchez said, “So, the boy’s father is coming to the station to press charges. Bill says he can get it all fixed up fast if it’s just him and the boy’s dad, and Katy there.”

“Oh no! I’m coming down there, and straighten this guy out myself!” Mom yelled.

Officer Sanchez called the Sheriff on her shoulder radio thing. We heard his voice say, “No way, Carol. You let me handle this, I swear we’ll have Katy home by eight pm at the very latest.”

Mom yelled out, “All right, Bill, but if she isn’t, I swear to God, I’ll be at the station at eight fifteen, and it won’t be fun!”

I felt throwing up sick now. Officer Sanchez told me to get my coat and boots on. After I did that I put my hands together, held them up, and looked at the floor.

“What’s that for, Katy?” asked Officer Sanchez.

“So you can handcuff me.”

“I think I can trust you, Katy.”

Officer Sanchez put me in the back of the police car. The last thing I saw as we went down the road was Mom standing in the driveway biting her finger.

At the station it was nice and warm inside. Sheriff Johnson offered me ice cream. I didn’t want any. I took my coat off, and the Sheriff told me to take off my sweatshirt too, he wanted this guy to see how skinny and small I was.

After a little bit, a big man came in. Though the man was big, when Sheriff Johnson stood up the other guy didn’t look very big anymore.

“Thanks for coming down here, Mr. Conover,” said the Sheriff as he shook the man’s hand. “I think we can wrap this up pretty fast. It’s pretty cut and dried.”

Mr. Conover looked around the room and said, “Where are the assailants, Sheriff? The four middle-school boys who attacked my son. My wife wants them all locked up. You know, my son had to have two stitches in his upper lip, and he’s got a chipped tooth. Do you have them locked up out back?”

Sheriff Johnson jerked his big thumb in my direction and said, “There’s the assailant, Mr. Conover.”

Mr. Conover laughed, but not a real laugh. “This is a mistake. My son told me he was beaten up by four bigger boys.”

“Nope,” said the Sheriff, “She’s the one who hit your son.”

If the Sheriff was trying to help me, well I wished he wouldn’t ’cause now I knew I’d be going to jail forever.

Mr. Conover looked like he thought he was in the Twilight Zone. The Sheriff opened a folder and said, “Here are sworn statements from nine children, and three teachers, who witnessed the whole incident.”

As Mr. Conover started to look through them, the Sheriff glanced at the clock, and said, “Looks like your son was bullying two little girls, verbally and physically. Everyone saw Katy here strike him.”

Mr. Conover looked at me. “Is this true? Stand up.”

I stood up, my knees were shaking. Mr. Conover looked at the Sheriff then back at me. I sat back down, and said, “I’m really sorry I hurt your son. It just all happened so fast. I wanted to tell him I was sorry as soon as I saw him on the floor. But then I fainted…”

“This little girl knocked him down? My own son lied to me…” He looked at me and said, “How old are you? Eight?”

“I’m nine sir, since December.”

The Sheriff pushed a paper toward Mr. Conover, and said, “Just sign this complaint, and we’ll handle the rest.”

I thought to myself, please stop helping me Sheriff Johnson. Mr. Conover said, “What will happen to her, Sheriff?”

“She’ll be fingerprinted, we’ll take a mug shot, then Officer Sanchez here will take her out back, do a strip search, give her prison clothes to wear, lock her in a cell, and in the morning take her to St Paul, to the juvenile lockup, to wait for trial.”

I was never going to see my Mom again.

Mr. Conover looked at me. He said to no one, “This little girl? My bully-lying son. She’s a little girl.” Then he looked through the statements again.

Mr. Conover picked the pen from off the paper. He picked up the paper, and then tore it in half. He said, “Where does this Tran girl live? I want to pay her parents for some new glasses.”

The Sheriff and Mr. Conover talked for a little bit. While they did that, Officer Sanchez got my sweatshirt and coat back on me and took me out the door, saying on the way out, “I’ll take her home now, Chief.”

I got to ride up front this time. Officer Sanchez asked me if I wanted to make the siren go. I asked her to please pull over. I opened the car door and threw up.

“Aw, Katy, you poor kid.” Officer Sanchez said to me after I’d finished puking and sat back against the seat. She gave me some water, and I felt a little better.

“Sorry you had to go through all that, Honey.”

“I guess what really scares me is Mom. I almost wish I’d gone to jail instead.”

Officer Sanchez smiled at me, “It won’t be as bad as you think, I’m sure.”

“I sort of liked the idea of you strip searching me.” I tried to laugh but I couldn’t. “And thank you for never saying nothing to my Mom about you seeing me and Pam naked too.”

“Oh, you figured that one out, huh? Well, Katy, I have three sisters, one younger than me, and two older than me. I know what girls get up to. It’s okay, I didn’t want to make a big deal out of you two having fun.”

We got out of the police car in my driveway. I hugged Officer Sanchez. She came in the house with me.

The clock said seven ten. My mom said, “Okay, that was fast. Everything okay, Sandie?”

“All charges dropped, Carol.”

Mom looked at me. The killer look. You know how Clint Eastwood gets that look on his face when he’s a cowboy, and he’s gonna hurt someone? Well Mom could look at him and make Mr. Eastwood cry. That’s the look I got from Mom.

Mom said, “Kathleen! Go wash your hands and face, brush your teeth, and go to your room, put on your pajamas and you wait for me up there.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said in almost a whisper, looking at the floor.

When I came out of the bathroom, Mom and Officer Sanchez were having pie. I sort of stopped by the door going up to my room so I could try and see how much trouble I was in.

I heard Mom say, “Sandie, you take the rest of this pie back for you and Bill. Tell him thanks, and that I guess I’ll have to vote for him again.”

“Um, listen, Carol. I’m not a mom, and it’s not my place, but I have to tell you. We’ve had calls about that Conover boy before. If Katy was my daughter, I’d be damn proud of her.”

I started up the stairs, but from that night on, when I said my “God bless you’s” at the end of my prayers, Officer Sanchez was the first one I blessed.

I waited forever on the bed. I hugged Ingrid tight when I heard Mom coming up the stairs. Mom stopped at my dresser, and picked up my big wooden hairbrush. Mom stood in front of my bed tapping the back of the brush against the palm of her hand. Mom had threatened to spank me a million times, but never had, now I guessed I was really in for it.

Mom sat on the bed, and started to brush my hair. She was very quiet, and I was scared to say anything.

She braided my hair for bed, and when she was done, she crossed her arms and looked at me.

“Well, you had a busy day, young lady.” I didn’t say anything back to that. Mom sighed and said, “I’m not mad at you, Kathleen.” Then I waited for it, I knew it was coming, and wished she’d spanked me instead, then she went on, “But I am very disappointed in you.”

There, she’d said it. I tried to blink away the tears that had built up.

Mom held my right hand, kissed my knuckles better, and said, “Katy, you’re half Sicilian and half Scottish, it wouldn’t be normal if you didn’t have a bad temper in you somewhere. I’ve never seen it though, and it better not come out like that again. Understand?”

I nodded my head “Yes. But, Mom, he was…”

“I know, but you could have done other things. The teachers were on their way over. I understand how you felt. I know you were scared and worried about Mary, but violence is never the answer. Understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good, then you understand why you’re grounded for the next two weeks starting right now.”

“Two weeks?”

“We could make it three, if you’d like.”

“No, Ma’am, two weeks is very nice of you.” And I meant it too.

“That means, no television, no computer, extra chores, and no sleepovers.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Any questions?”

“Do we still get to have sex?”

“Sure, as long as you want to, and understand it won’t shorten or change your punishment. Also, first thing at school tomorrow, you tell that boy you’re sorry and shake his hand, understood?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Mom, I’m really sorry for all the trouble I caused.”

“Please, just try to think first.” Then Mom hugged me and tucked me and Ingrid in. She kissed my head, and had me say my prayers. She kissed me again after and went downstairs.

When she got me up in the morning everything seemed back to normal except that I was reminded three times that I was grounded. I sat down for breakfast and Mom put a huge piece of chocolate pie covered in whipped cream in front of me. I couldn’t believe it.

Mom said, “Let me help make this a better start to the day for you, but don’t get used to it.”

I wolfed the pie down and got ready for school. Pie for breakfast was just the start of a very weird day at school.

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