Jeannie Grants Wishes 8

By See Erva

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“We’ve been over this numerous times!” Mara said in exasperation. “When solving for X, what’s the first thing you have to do?”

“Hey, you know math isn’t my best subject!” Chris protested. “So get off my back!”

“But I like it up here,” she said from her seat on his back.

In their earlier sessions - before her wish had been granted - tutoring had consisted of Mara uselessly attempting to explain the concepts while Chris daydreamed and copied her answers. Now he was being forced to pay attention. She had discovered a few tricks which helped keep him focused. Instead of sitting comfortably in a chair, she made him stand and bend over the desk. If that wasn’t sufficient, she boosted herself on to his back and conducted the lesson from there.

But sometimes even that wasn’t enough and she had to resort to further measures. She slid off him to the floor. He stood there in his briefs. She found that this kept him grounded during the session - this and the threat of what would happen if he zoned out - as he just had. She grabbed the back of his waist band and tugged the garment to his knees. Moments later, there were two pink hand prints on the white globes of his behind.

“Will you pay attention now?” she asked.

In the weeks following her make over, Mara had changed completely. She walked to school in her new outfits with confidence and poise. Her shapely legs had gained color. She learned how to talk normally and not as if she had swallowed a thesaurus. Her classmates took notice and not just because she was often in Chris’s company but also because of the way she treated him - like a younger child. She chided him when he failed to pay attention in class or made a disparaging comment about a schoolmate. To their surprise, Chris never turned on her but meekly accepted her criticism. It was a complete role reversal from the days she had followed him like a puppy while he used her to improve his grades. Eventually she formed a relationship with a boy who - while not as gorgeous as Chris - was still quite handsome, a straight-A student and a nice person.

Leaving Chris’s underpants at his knees, Mara boosted herself to his back and continued the lesson. Chris glanced at the clock and groaned. Another twenty minutes left. How could being tutored feel like such torture? Mara glanced at the clock and sighed. Only twenty minutes left. Who could believe tutoring would be such fun?

Across the hall, Jerry and Stella were also studying. He was sitting on her bed and she was sitting on his lap, acting out a scene from the book they were reading in class. He put his arms around her and kissed her.

“You’re supposed to push me away,” she said.

“That Holden was an idiot,” Jerry said, grinning. “Then again, the girl in the story wasn’t you.”

“I can’t believe the two of us hooked up.”

“It was inevitable.”

“Nice vocabulary word.”

“Now that I’m paying attention in class, I’m learning new words. We were always meant to hook up. If I hadn’t acted like such a jerk, it would have happened sooner.”

“So you’re over what we did to you?”

“More or less. I consider it a wake up call.”

“You said more or less. What’s the less?”

“The fact that you recorded it. I don’t care how much encryption you used when you saved it. Sooner or later, these things get out. There are a whole lot of celebrities who can tell you about that.”

“Well, you have nothing to worry about. We had a little discussion and decided you should be a free man. Everything’s been deleted.”

“Do you mean it?”

“Jerry, you’re my boyfriend now. If I needed those videos to keep you in line, I’d say we had a serious problem.”

“That’s a relief.”

“But I still have a serious problem. The night Chris attacked me, he was recording it on his cell phone. I was expecting him to make a trade, my videos for his. But he never brought it up. What do you think he’s waiting for?”

“I think he lost the media card in his phone.”

“OMG! What if someone finds it?”

Jerry pulled out his wallet. From between his student ID and library card he withdrew a tiny chip and handed it to her.

“The media card from Chris’s phone. When he ran away from Tani holding the phone, he ran to the bathroom. When she pulled him out, he didn’t have it. I figured he must have hidden it there. I found it in the laundry hamper.”

“No wonder Chris never mentioned it! I wish I could have seen the look on his face when he found it missing. Does he know you have it?”

“No. And I don’t have it anymore. It’s yours. I strongly advise you to erase it.”

“I’ll take care of that right now. You know something, Jerry? Jeannie’s not the only one who grants wishes.”

(The End)