… I Allow Prospective Hopefull Mrs. Elsa Jonssen Dexter Care for You

“You couldn’t wait until you heard from me, could you?” Ms. Elsa Jonssen said with an accusatory tone.

Mrs. Barbara Jonssen gave her daughters a strange & confused look. Ms. Tanya Jonssen kept up though & with her eyes was trying to point out others were listening.

Elsa growled, “If you fuck this up for me, I swear to God that I will kill you.”

“Elsa, what are you talking about?” Barbara asked before I could open my mouth to ask the same question.

Elsa finally looked at her mother, then she looked at me but then blushed and looked at our hands clasped together. “I am sorry… I… we…”

Tanya gave a groan of resignation. “Elsa… why? Daddy told you your part. Why did you have to fuck it up?”

Elsa’s face flushed completely red as she yelled at her older sister. “I didn’t fuck it up, you with the moronic idiotic smooth brain. I finally find someone I can stand to be near that isn’t as mentally slow as you; then I am cursed with your inability to read a room, age says your brain is supposed to be more developed than mine, so what is your excuse?”

I suddenly started to see what was going on, it appeared that you had walked into a conspiracy. Yet, one of the conspirators had switched allegiances… Running the past couple hours’ worth of conversation through your head made it rather easy to point out the most likely point at which Elsa chose you over her father, & it was rather touching.

You never saw the point of puzzles, as life was enough of a puzzle for you. Yet the plan seemed to have been concocted when they were whisked away from the house & with Chad. I looked at Tanya with a barely veiled poor response to whatever negative she was planning. It was probably poisoned food, that was a consistent choice made with women, but you decided to trust the judgement of Elsa over stereotypes.

“And now he is going to **** me into being stupid like you. Thank you, Elsa, you are so reliable, what would I ever do without a sister like you.” Tanya was obviously trying to bloviate, while she figure a way out of her situation that didn’t involve getting fucked, or where ever else her fear had led her imagination.

It was now that all four girls realized that I was laughing. It was a really deep & long stint of laughing. Barbara, Elsa, & Ms. Inga Jonssen all looked at me with concern but with honest affection. Tanya was awed & very scared, evidently her mind was running away with her fear far afield.

That was what sobered me up. Certain types of people have a bad habit of blaming others for their own failings. How I am responsible for their choice to give in to fear is beyond me. In today’s world, those people are given more credence if they happen to come from certain people.

I lacked any intention of letting this shit show fully cross over into crazy land.

“What is so funny?” Tanya whispered the question that was thick with fear, & a tired weary voice.