Power Testing

I sat down at the chair eating a plain bowl of Cheerios, I looked up briefly, and asked, “Would you rather take me to school, or make Christine take me?”

Christine, my older sister rolled her eyes, “Dude just ride with Mom, I don’t need a dweeb in the car with me.”

Mom, or Sarah, said simply, “Christine take your brother, Mark needs to be at school soon and I’m busy.”

“Ugh,” Christine got up and grabbed her keys, “Get your stuff brat, despite teaching there I don’t want to hold your hand. It’s Senior year, why you haven’t got your license yet is beyond me.”

I scrambled after her, berating myself in my head, that hadn’t cleared anything up.

We hopped into the car on the left of our garage, an old Honda Accord that had seen better days, Christine picked up for cheap. To her credit she had done a fair amount of cleaning, but the silver vehicle was still something of a beater. Not a lot of salary comes to a first year math teacher.

“Would you rather –”

“Shut up Mark, what is this a game? Just be quiet.”

Upset that she cut me off I blurted out, “Would you rather be Facebook friends? Or French kiss me for 30 sec?”

Christine pursed her lips, “Well that’s easy. I’m sure as hell not committing social suicide.”

She grabbed my shoulders, I hadn’t buckled in yet, and dragged me over. Slamming her face onto mine, she shoved her tongue into my mouth. Our teeth clacked together painfully. Tongues twisting, we panted in the car.

I couldn’t breathe, breathe through my nose. This was weird. This was great.

Her tongue ran over mine again, slobber ran down my cheek. She was far more aggressive, I tried to meet her but couldn’t. My ears could hear the kiss as much as my mouth could feel the action. She wasn’t stopping.

Finally with a gasp she let go, our faces separating, I fell awkwardly back into the chair, lungs heaving.

She snorted and pulled down the personal mirror on the window shade, grabbing some makeup from her yellow purse, “Virgin.” She remarked as she touched up her lips.

“You better not breathe a word of that if you want to be able to get it up in the future without surgery.”

“Would you rather give me a handjob or a blowjob?”

Swiveling she eyed me, before breaking out into gales of laughter, “Perv! Good to see your breaking out of your shell and finally going public.”

She chuckled for a bit before smiling at me, wide blue eyes crinkled dangerously, “Another few words like that and our family name won’t be continued past you, capiche?”

The car started, and we left our small house, headed into the outside world.

The morning social session before school was long, and lunch break was longer. I talked to my best friends, my bullies talked to me, I spoke with teachers, I asked aides questions. Ran into the principal for a bit and chatted with him. Alvard High wasn’t the largest school, but there were certainly a few hundred in the Senior Class alone. I had a lot of ground to cover. A lot of questions to ask.

The week went on for a bit, before Friday evening arrived.

That night at home, I wrote down what I knew in my diary, yes I kept a diary. Yes, I had to hide it from my sisters, and God forbid my parents. Yes, perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to write these things down, but I needed to see my thoughts on paper for my own sanity

The Rules (Tentative)

1. One question per day per person

2. The person considers their response normal (the public may not)

3. Can’t ask for the impossible (no body part growth for example)

4. The choices have to be semi-balanced (can’t ask for a car or a dollar)

5. Until the full sentence structure is stated the person may react normally (almost lost some teeth by insulted bully on Thursday).

6. Can’t be the same choice in different words (would you rather suck me off or put your mouth on my dick did not work, note avoid Brenna for a bit)