Into Public

"You must be absolutely starving,", her step-mother suggested.

Despite having consumed a gigantic bowl of cereal only a few hours prior, her nap, the relief on her bladder, and the well placed commercials for yummy looking breakfast foods had gotten her peckish.

"Oh, yes, I am!"

It was then that she smelled the frying bacon and heard the tell-tale sizzle.

Margaret's eyes flashed and her mouth drooled.

Several belts of rum and hits from the pipe had a wonderful stupifying effect on her, so that the flitting in the kitchen had been coompletely unknown to her. So, what had taken ten minutes was now presented to her nearly magically on a tray.

A face of pancakes with a bacon smile and curls of golden egg-tresses, a nose of strawberry, with banana and blueberry eyes.

A heavy glass of whole milk and a glass of orange juice, mamosaed, sat above the plate.

Margaret added on the cup of syrup, ketchuped her eggs, and dug in greedily.

"You didn't ever play hookie, did you?"

"No...", Margaret giggled loudly. "Only naughty girls do that!", she gurgled through a stuffed up pancake.

"Well, wouldn't you like to be a naughty girl, sometimes?"

"Mmmhmm,", Margaret agreed, simply revealing one of her deepest secrets easily between bites of sweet syrup and creamy butter.

"So let's be naughty! After a big meal I always like to go out and strut my stuff."

Margaret gulped her cool milk and imbibed her mimosa.

"I'll get dressed.", Margaret announced, walking up on her hands to a tottering standing position, her stuffed belly making a curve in her onesie sticking from her skinny frame.

"Oh, don't be silly, my naughty girl! We don't have any clothes for you here, yet, except your pissy, dirty ol' suit. I don't think you'll fit anything of mine, so why not just go out in your jammies? I do it all the time."

"Okay...", Margaret conceded.

"Just slip your feeties into these slippers and we'll get going."

Margaret pushed her feet against her step-mother's hand, shoeing her with pink bunny slippers.

Margaret followed her stepmother through the kitchen and into the garage and her luxury SUV.

Margaret tried to open the passenger side door, but found it locked.

"Oh, sweetie, your safety is my number one concern! You're a little on the short side, so why don't you hop in the car-seat in the back."

Margaret wanted to argue, but even she saw the obvious logic of it, she had a hard enough time just scrambling onto the seat, even when using the step-up. She buckled herself into the car-seat, and swung her feet excitedly in the back as her stepmother turned the radio on, which just happened to start playing Margaret's favorite music.

"Where are we headed?", Margaret asked, looking around.

Her stepmother checked the rear-view while backing out,

"Oh...", she replied.