know how to say anything in
return.” Vanessa Menendez breathed deep,
having talked all the air out of her lings. But, she continued
before Lynn could get a word in edgewise. “Anyhow, girl, his grandmother and I went back and forth a
few times. But, we just couldn’t understand what the other was
saying, so I just said I was sorry and hung up.
“ It sounds pretty bad over
there, you know. It wasn’t just Andrew who went missing. His Dad
blew-up in the terrorist bomb as well, so now his younger brother
and sisters are like screwed for someone to take care of them. I
mean, I know the grandmother’s there, but she’s like so old. How is
she going to raise all those young kids by herself? Andrew’s Mom
has been out of the picture so long, I have no idea what they’re
going to do.”
Vanessa's inhalation was
loud into the phone. The second time she'd done so. “What have you heard?”
“ Oh,” began Lynn, sucking
on the tips of the hair she had twirled about a few of her fingers,
“you’re finally going to let me talk?”
There was a sharp snort
through the line. “Don’t be such a brat,
Lynn! You know things like this make all flustered. And, when I get
flustered I talk a lot. You know this!”
“ Yeah, I know…” She wasn’t
lying as far as Lynn could tell.
“ Then why you acting so
mean?”
She exhaled with annoyance
she should not have felt, but did all the same. “I’m sorry. I guess
I’m a little uneasy myself. Ever since I heard two more girls went
missing today, I’ve been as jittery as one of my
parakeets.”
“ Yeah, I know. I wonder
what this is all about.”
“ You got me,” replied the
long-limbed teen. She was sitting on her bed, one foot dangling off
to the floor, the other tucked under her butt. She was wearing
tight-fitting, high-waisted jeans. A gossamer cotton blouse over a
spaghetti-strapped halter top, accentuating her ample bosom. If
there was one thing said about her, it was she was well developed
for a sixteen-year-old. She had a body at her tender age that most
twenty-something’s would die for.
Her toes itched of a
sudden and she twisted to rub them through her thin, white socks,
holding her Galaxy 5s with her chin. “I hope Andrew is alright,”
she said. Then thought about how much work she was going to have to
do on the school paper now that he was not there to help
her.
They had been a team now
for almost a year – her, the photographer, and he, her field
technician. It was something she was sure he did, because we wanted
to get close enough to her to ask her out in the future. She had
known he had an ulterior motive for quite some time. But as time
went by and she got to know the kid better, she found herself not
at all that bothered by it. She liked Andrew. He was kind,
thoughtful, a gentleman whenever he was around her. Though she was
certain he peeked, she had never caught him ogling her tits or her
ass or anything of that nature. He never pushed his advantage with
her though they were often in semi-darkness (under infrared light
bulbs) - together for up to forty minutes at a time, developing
film. He was just not like so many other guys she knew. He was
Andrew, sweet smiling Andrew. Plus, they worked well together. His
competence with the school’s high-end photo equipment was
unparalleled. Yeah, his true motivations might have been
clandestine, but she liked him. Maybe with time, she would see him
in a different light and not be all that affronted if he came onto
her. Maybe she would show interest back. Maybe she would date him.
Who knew, right?
Not anymore…
“ I know!
It would awful if something happened to him. With the father gone,
those kids are going to need someone to take care of them,” said Vanessa.
To Lynn, she sounded truly
worried for them. “You’re such a sweetheart,” she couldn’t help but
say.
“ Why?”
“ Because, all you worry
about are his siblings. I think it’s cute, and quite nice of you, I
might add.” She knew
return.” Vanessa Menendez breathed deep,
having talked all the air out of her lings. But, she continued
before Lynn could get a word in edgewise. “Anyhow, girl, his grandmother and I went back and forth a
few times. But, we just couldn’t understand what the other was
saying, so I just said I was sorry and hung up.
“ It sounds pretty bad over
there, you know. It wasn’t just Andrew who went missing. His Dad
blew-up in the terrorist bomb as well, so now his younger brother
and sisters are like screwed for someone to take care of them. I
mean, I know the grandmother’s there, but she’s like so old. How is
she going to raise all those young kids by herself? Andrew’s Mom
has been out of the picture so long, I have no idea what they’re
going to do.”
Vanessa's inhalation was
loud into the phone. The second time she'd done so. “What have you heard?”
“ Oh,” began Lynn, sucking
on the tips of the hair she had twirled about a few of her fingers,
“you’re finally going to let me talk?”
There was a sharp snort
through the line. “Don’t be such a brat,
Lynn! You know things like this make all flustered. And, when I get
flustered I talk a lot. You know this!”
“ Yeah, I know…” She wasn’t
lying as far as Lynn could tell.
“ Then why you acting so
mean?”
She exhaled with annoyance
she should not have felt, but did all the same. “I’m sorry. I guess
I’m a little uneasy myself. Ever since I heard two more girls went
missing today, I’ve been as jittery as one of my
parakeets.”
“ Yeah, I know. I wonder
what this is all about.”
“ You got me,” replied the
long-limbed teen. She was sitting on her bed, one foot dangling off
to the floor, the other tucked under her butt. She was wearing
tight-fitting, high-waisted jeans. A gossamer cotton blouse over a
spaghetti-strapped halter top, accentuating her ample bosom. If
there was one thing said about her, it was she was well developed
for a sixteen-year-old. She had a body at her tender age that most
twenty-something’s would die for.
Her toes itched of a
sudden and she twisted to rub them through her thin, white socks,
holding her Galaxy 5s with her chin. “I hope Andrew is alright,”
she said. Then thought about how much work she was going to have to
do on the school paper now that he was not there to help
her.
They had been a team now
for almost a year – her, the photographer, and he, her field
technician. It was something she was sure he did, because we wanted
to get close enough to her to ask her out in the future. She had
known he had an ulterior motive for quite some time. But as time
went by and she got to know the kid better, she found herself not
at all that bothered by it. She liked Andrew. He was kind,
thoughtful, a gentleman whenever he was around her. Though she was
certain he peeked, she had never caught him ogling her tits or her
ass or anything of that nature. He never pushed his advantage with
her though they were often in semi-darkness (under infrared light
bulbs) - together for up to forty minutes at a time, developing
film. He was just not like so many other guys she knew. He was
Andrew, sweet smiling Andrew. Plus, they worked well together. His
competence with the school’s high-end photo equipment was
unparalleled. Yeah, his true motivations might have been
clandestine, but she liked him. Maybe with time, she would see him
in a different light and not be all that affronted if he came onto
her. Maybe she would show interest back. Maybe she would date him.
Who knew, right?
Not anymore…
“ I know!
It would awful if something happened to him. With the father gone,
those kids are going to need someone to take care of them,” said Vanessa.
To Lynn, she sounded truly
worried for them. “You’re such a sweetheart,” she couldn’t help but
say.
“ Why?”
“ Because, all you worry
about are his siblings. I think it’s cute, and quite nice of you, I
might add.” She knew
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