Life Hacks/Meet your mother in the parking lot

From All The Fallen Stories
Revision as of 09:04, 5 April 2017 by Jemini (talk | contribs) (Created page with "She will probably get mad if you if you promise things she did not agree to, and having her come in to the police station distraught and asking questions oblivious to the subj...")
(diff) ← Older revision | Latest revision (diff) | Newer revision → (diff)
Jump to navigation Jump to search

She will probably get mad if you if you promise things she did not agree to, and having her come in to the police station distraught and asking questions oblivious to the subject at hand will only hurt your cred in front of the officers and other parties responsible. So, clearly the best choice is to meet her first before ever talking to the police.


“Ok then,” you say to Billie. “I have just got to talk to my mother when she gets here and then if we can get her on our side then you can live with us.


“Awwwwh!” Billie lets out a groan at that.


“Huh? What’s wrong?” You ask “him,” mentally reminding yourself you are going to have to stick to the masculine pronouns with her in order to conceal the reality of her gender.


“So we have to wait for what some other dumb bitch says?” ‘he’ moans.


You furrow your brow at this statement. It seems like something that would only be natural with how she must have been raised, but you are going to need to put a stop to this quick or else it could lead to problems, problems big enough that your mother will never agree to this arrangement.


“Listen,” you say, “I don’t want you talking like that, and if my mom hears you making even one comment like that I am sure you won’t be allowed to live with us ever.”


“Mmmm… really?” she questions with a surprised tone. “Sooo… what do I do?”


“Hah!” You groan. Obviously this is going to really be trouble. “Well, how about you don’t say anything about girls at all. Just talk about how much you like me and want to live with me, and don’t talk about girls being dumb or say anything bad about girls.”


“Mmm… Ok, and THEN I can live with you?” She begs, clinging tightly to your arm with her cheek right up against your wrist as she looks up to you.


“Well, like I said, that’s up to my mom,” you tell her. “I will try to convince her, but if you call her or anyone else a ‘dumb bitch,’ then that is going to make it a lot harder for me to get her to agree.”


“Ok, I won’t say anything!” She says quite earnestly, pulling her face back away from your wrist in order to look more directly at your face, meanwhile never letting go of her both-hands grip on your hand.


You smile at this. The way she is holding on to you is making it quite difficult to walk, but you are not exactly in a hurry anyway. Even at the awkward pace this limits you to, you are still probably going to beat your mom there, so you should probably slow down even farther if anything. You continue with your broken stride. Billie is full of questions about how things are like at your house. When she hears about how many girls there are there compared to only to boys, she seems to groan a bit. However, when she hears you do not live with your dad in the house, while she doesn’t express anything verbally, you can feel her body actually lighten and relax due to how firmly she is attached to your hand, so at a subconscious level it seems she has developed a very deep fear and distrust of father figures.


You tell her a little about each of your siblings. She seems to show considerably more interest when you talk about Bastian and Roni, both for completely different reasons. She really likes hearing about there being another boy in the house closer to her age than you, and while she seems to have formed something of a negative opinion about Roni she is someone she has actually met. On that subject though, as you are talking about Roni, you do feel a little bit of the same lightness in her body as you did from when she heard your father lives separately from you mother. It is at a deep subconscious level, but you pick up that somehow she actually seems to admire Roni. Well, that might well be a good way to start on curing her of these backwards ideas of hers.


The more you manage to psychoanalyze her reactions and get into her psyche, the more genuinely familial emotions you feel toward her. The initial thoughts you had about having a girl who everyone else thinks is a boy vulnerable and at your disposal are pushed back a bit as the image of Billie as a person moves in to dominate the picture. Of course, that doesn’t mean it is completely gone. If anything, the urge to figure out how to slip your cock into whatever she thinks her pussy is only gets stronger due to your incest fetish as you begin to think of her more like a real member of the family, but at the same time she is no longer JUST an easy pussy to score. She is a real person with real problems, and now you can genuinely say that you are doing this because you want to help her out of a bad situation rather than this being a deceitful way to state your carnal desires.


As you arrive at the parking lot of the police station, your mind goes on to the subject of how much time it will be until your mother arrives. “About 2 minutes,” you think to yourself. That thought running through your head causes your fingers to twitch as you reach for the pocket containing your cell phone. You wonder for a moment what this thought is based on, and then some deeper working part of your brain immediately answers this question. “Well, it is now about 12:44, it has been exactly 24 minutes since that phone call with mom. Considering current traffic and how long it will have taken her to inform her boss she has a family emergency and what you can gather about her boss’s personality from what little she has told you (not even includuing whether her boss is male or female,) it will probably take her 26 minutes to get here.”


“What the hehh…” you actually murmur aloud in response to this string of thought in your head as you incredulously pull your phone from your pocket. Sure enough, as you guessed, it is exactly 12:44. How the hell did you know that? Is your sense of time estimation really that good?


“What are we doing now?” Billie asks, conscious of the fact that you have stopped.


“We’ve got to wait until my mom gets here so we can talk to her,” you respond. Billie falls silent for a moment, but then finally asks.


“How long till she gets here?”


“A little less than a minute, it won’t be long,” you say before glancing down at your phone’s clock again confirming that indeed the time has ticked over to 12:45. You shake your head in amazement at this and there is a prolonged pause where neither one of you say anything. “Ok, so remember,” you say to her, beginning to sense the time is getting very close, “don’t say anything bad about girls.”


“I won’t” Billie says, tightening her grip on your hand.


“Ok, well, here she comes,” you say, once again wondering why you are saying this only to realize it is because somehow you recognize the engine sounds of a 2011 Carolar that has just had its oil changed recently. You look up to the direction you heard the sound from, wondering in amazement as you see the dark blue vehicle your mom drives just pulling into the parking lot for the strip mall the police station shares parking space with and turning to come in your direction. You just shake your head once again at how incredible the enhanced skills and senses you have given yourself are, and try to push it out of your mind as you look at the clock on your phone one more time just as it is switching over from 12:45 to 12:46 and stuff it into your pocket with a roll of your eyes. As though to provide you with one more surprise though, your mom turns and parks in the exact empty parking space you are standing in front of, and you see a look of surprise on your mom’s face as she pulls in as she looks you directly in the eye while coming to a stop, never glancing toward Billie. This tells you that indeed it is you she is surprised to see in this exact spot and not the fact that you have a 9 year old who is not related to you clinging to your hand. She only seems to realize that a moment later, and that turns her surprised look sour.


Well then, time for the real test of your new skills. Time to work those negotiation, diplomacy, and manipulation skills against the toughest opponent you are likely to find, at least among those originating from your world anyway.


What will you do?

Alexander "Xander" Cole
Details
Ethnicity: Scandinavian / Anglo-Saxon
Sex: Male
Age: 15
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 220 lbs.
Build: Athletic
Measurements: 36/30/35
Penis: 4 inches - cut
Eyes: gray
Hair: blond
Status
Attributes
Physical: 200
Mental: 200
Social: 200
Appearance: 200
Condition
Health: 100%
Energy: 68%
Focus: 64%
Stress: 36%
Arousal: 25%
Inventory
Life Hacks
Life Controller Modules: Lifie Mod, World Mod
Infinity Pocket
Equipment
Nerdy cloths, smartwatch, pocket protector
Other Items
Assorted pencils and pens, smartphone, wallet, learner's permit, $35 US Currency
Infinity Pocket
Life Controller Duck, Loki's Knocker
None
Page Tally: No change this page.
Notes
20/8 vision, improved night vision, skilled in almost everything
Loki controls the local area.
Relationships
Wilhelmina "Billie" Richards
Acquaintance 9 years old

Notes: '


Maria "Mary" Thompsett
police officer XX years old

Notes: '


Brittany Cole
Sister 19 years old

Notes: '


Veronica "Roni" Cole
Sister 8 years old

Notes: Dismissable count X3


Sebastian "Bastian" Cole
Brother 12 years old

Notes: '


Angelica "Angel" Cole
Sister 10 years old

Notes: '


Charity Cole
Twin Sister 15 years old

Notes: '


March Holiday
Friend 14 years old

Notes: '


Ingrid "Inga" Cole
Mother 37 years old

Notes: '


Richard "Rich" Cole
Father 38 years old

Notes: '


Shauna Lovett
Father's GF 25 years old

Notes: '


Rahne Lovett
Half-sister 10 years old

Notes: '


Mackinsey "Kizzie" Lovett
Half-sister 2 years old

Notes: '


Loki (Player:Loki)
Benefactor ???? years old

Notes: '