Chapter 3: What in a Name???

 

Was Jeanie a witch?

Suddenly Mark his mother calling him from downstairs.

“Mark, can you come down here please, you have company.”

Mark was annoyed, he didn’t want to go anywhere.

Mark just thought it was just one of his guy friends, Carlos or Kyle.

“Just send them up Mom, you don’t need to keep me in suspense, Mark yelled back.”

“No, you’re going to have to come down here, his mom answered.”

What the hell was going on, he thought to himself?

Mark only had on his shorts and sandals as he walked down the stairs heavily, then turned the corner that led into the hallway that connected him with the kitchen at the end, and that’s when he saw Jeanie sitting at his kitchen table. He was stunned.
Suddenly he felt like he was in a dream. Surreal. Mark saw things in a strobe-light effect, and when he studied Jeanie from his position, the sun was shining thru the cracks between the blinds, which outlined her body from behind her in an aura of white, and aura that made her look like an angel, except for the wings.
Mark was mesmerized, and continued to stare at Jeanie until even she got uncomfortable, and looked away. His mother Beth was was folding laundry turned around, and when she saw him staring, cleared her throat.
“Is it Saturday, already, Mark asked abruptly, pretending to shake the cobwebs out of his head?”
Jeanie laughed,”No, I’m early, Jeanie said embarrassed, she would not to look at him directly. Mark only had on shorts, and she also blushed from his semi-nakedness.”
Beth thru Mark’s a clean shirt, and it hit him in the head covering his face, and he pulled it down in a slow-motion gesture.
Jeannie laughed again, but still avoided eye contact until he finished dressing.
Here’s a pair of sweats Mark his Mother offered, this time she did not try to hit him in the head.
“I’m sorry Jeannie, I thought it was one of my stupid guy friends, Mark explained.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, Jeanie said smiling.”
“I was just on my bed thinking about you….”
His mother coughed again.
“I mean I was daydreaming about what happened earlier today… Mom this is Jeanie, he said turning to Beth, and Jeanie this is Jeanie this is my mom, she’s a new girl, from another school that sits next to me in my homeroom class.
He stammered a little bit as he spoke, nobody could be cool in front of their parents, not even Mark.
Yes, I met Jeanie and she’s a lovely girl. I’m going downstairs to finish the laundry, why don’t you take her out, and show her around, maybe introduce her to some of your friends, Beth said.”
“Great idea, Mom, Mark agreed.”
“When his mom was out of earshot, Mark told Jeanie that he really was daydreaming about her, and then he asked her, “Am I still?”
“Jeanie laughed, “No, I’m real, she said.”
“You seem to have that effect on me, Mark said?”
“What were you daydreaming this time Jeanie asked?”
“What I was going to say to you on Saturday, he said.”
“Ohhh, Jeanie replied, but she sounded like she didn’t believe him.”
“How did you find me, Mark asked?”
“By accident, I discovered I only live a few houses up from you, I was walking to the store when I saw your last name on the mailbox, I took a chance to see if you were the same “Winters,” from my class, Jeanie said, and here I am.”
“Wow, that was really brave of you, Mark said, impressed.”
“Not brave, desperate, I needed to get out of the house, but I didn’t want to go to the store alone either. So when I saw the name “Winters,” I rolled the dice, Would you like to come with, Jeanie asked a little sultry?”
“Indeed, I would, Mark replied.”
Mark got so caught up in the moment that he was rushing her out the door before Jeanie had a chance to stop him.
“Hey wait Mark, tell your mom were leaving and when you’ll be back, Jeanie said.”
Mark ran back thru the door, and yelled down the stairs to his mom, “Mom, I’m going to the store, do you want anything, he asked?”
“No, but you better not ruin your appetite, dinner will be ready in half-hour and Jeanie can stay if she wants, his mother offered.”
“Okay, I’ll tell her.”
Mark grabbed his X-Large denim jacket with deep pockets, and ran back out to Jeanie.
“What were you going to buy at the store he asked.”
“I don’t know, I have a craving for Ice Cream, Jeanie said.”
“What flavor, Mark asked?”
“Vanilla, Jeanie answered.”
“Good call, Mark said, but I have to have mine dipped in sprinkles, he said.”
“Strawberry, Jeanie asked?”
“Yea, Mark looked at her a little dumbfounded, there my favorite, he said.”
“Mine too, Jeanie agreed, we even have ice-cream in our freezer but I have to sprinkles, otherwise I won’t eat it.”
Wow, Mark thought to himself, that’s how I eat mine.
As we were walking Mark started telling Jeannie some of the more popular gossip that was circulating around town.
“They want to make this sub-division a gated community, Mark told her?
“Why, Jeanie asked?”
“Because of my father, if you can believe that. Last year he came home early from work, to discovered four or five inner city kids had broken into our yard and swimming in the pool, Mark told her.”
“You have a pool, Jeanie asked?”
“Yea, hey, why don’t you come over tomorrow and we can go swimming, Mark asked without missing a beat.”
Jeanie laughed, “Well finish telling me your story first, she said.”
“My dad caught these black kids swimming in our pool, and he came running out the house with his rifle, Mark said.”
“What happened, she asked?”
“He called the cops first then ran outside, while they were still in the pool. They tried to run but he fired his shotgun in the air before they had a chance to jump the fence.”
“So, they got arrested, Jeanie asked?”
“Yea, he and Mayor are actually golfing buddies, Mark said.”
“What does your father do, Jeanie asked?”
“He’s an attorney, a prosecuting attorney, who works for the city, which translates into making sure blacks, and other minorities stay out of New Baltimore Heights.”
“He sounds just like my dad, Jeanie said.”
“I’m not like that thou, Mark added as an after-thought.”
“Were you actually there, when it happened, Jeanie asked.”
“No, I was at school Thank God, but I heard all about it over dinner. There was even a write-up about it in the paper, he made the front page of our local rag. And the city even gave him a metal plaque and it hangs above the fireplace in our drawing room. Don’t worry he’ll show it to you to personally.
“Very impressive, she said.”
He bought several copies of the newspaper with him on the front page, and had it professionally reprinted, matted, and framed. One he has in his office, and the other hangs above the plaque.
“So, your family is famous, she asked?”
“Infamous, Mark corrected, the next day everybody in school asked me what happened, but I told them I didn’t know any more than they did, because I was at school with them when it all went down.”
“What happened after that, Jeanie asked?”
“I think he got a promotion, Mark said.”
Jeanie rolled her eyes, “No I mean to the kids after they were arrested.”
“I have no idea, I never heard about them again, my dad wanted to prosecute them himself, but the city wouldn’t allow it.”
“So, they never came back for another swim?”
“No, they were just a bunch of high-school kids, skipping class, and looking for something to do. When rich kids go to poor neighborhoods they call it “slumming,” I don’t know what they call it when poor kids go to rich neighborhoods, Mark said.”
“Trouble, Jeanie replied.”
“Exactly, Mark agreed.”
“Do you think your dad would have actually shot at them if they kept running, Jeanie asked?”
“I doubt it, but I think they thought he would have, Mark replied.”
“Can he have done that, I mean with them being minors and all?”
“No, you can’t “legally” shoot someone in the back, even if they were armed which they weren’t because their back is to you, so their intent was to flee, not attack, I mean don’t quote me on that, but I think that’s the standard for “Justifiable Homicide,” I’m not a lawyer, so I don’t know for certain, but I don’t even think my dad could have got away with doing that.”
“Maybe your dad was more scared of them, then they were of him, Jeanie suggested?”
“Yea, I mean they may have been kids, but they were big kids, they were all as tall or taller than my dad, and he’s over six-foot, Mark explained.”
“Did they do any actual damage, Jeanie asked?”
“Not really, they might have trashed our yard a little by tearing out a few of my mom’s rosebuds, and we did find a broken window in the pool house, but I don’t think they tried to get into our actual home, otherwise the silent alarm would have gone off.”
“And your mom wasn’t home, Jeanie asked?”
“No, then then he would have shot them, you see my dads really hardened because of his job, Mark explained.
“What do you mean, Jeanie asked?”
“Well he works as a prosecutor, so like any other profession, he knows what’s wrong with it. He doesn’t believe that prison, or jail is a punishment anymore, there is no rehabilitation, he sees the same people going thru the system over and over again. He is a staunch supporter for the Death Penalty, in fact, he’s trying to petition the state to bring it back.”
“Isn’t that extreme, Jeanie asked?”
“For the average law-abiding citizens, Yes. But for most people who work within the system, No. You see, the criminal mentality is anytime you get paid for doing something, its work.
Maybe not a legitimate job, but work, so, stealing, robbing, pimping, drug dealing, and even killing are all legitimate professionals, even if their illegal.
That’s horrible, she said, on both accounts.
Ghetto violence is just a way of life, do you remember that Gangsta rap, bullshit from the nineties, Mark asked?”
“Yes, Jeanie nodded.”
“It did nothing but glorify killing, drinking 40’s and getting high, for damn near that entire decade. In fact, no legitimate artist from the hood, had any street credibility until they went to prison first. That’s how earned their “stripes,” whatever the hell that means.”
“Does your dad know who killed Tupac, Jeanie asked?”
I think he did, Mark joked.
“You’ll understand why I won’t be staying for dinner, she replied.”
“And my mom invited you too.”
“Uh-huh, she replied.”
“See, prison is like a finish school for thugs, not punishment, so the Death Penalty is the only real punishment, but there is no rehabilitation, not in prison or when they get out.
“I guess it would be frustrating to see the same people being prosecuted again and again, Jeanie considered.
The media use phrases like “Parole Violations,” but the insiders, know that committing more crimes until they get arrested again is just a way of life, there is not right or wrong.
My father said they might as well put revolving doors in the jails and prisons the way the convicted are in and out of the system. It’s just a game to them. A way of life.”
“I could never do his job, Jeanie agreed.”
“Every new prison that’s built is only because of the over-crowding conditions and immediately filled the same day. Society cannot afford to house, cloth and feed people who are locked up for pretty much their entire life, only to be released after they are too old to be a danger to society anymore.”
Jeanie signed.
“You want to hear something crazy, Mark asked?”
“I don’t know, Jeanie replied.”
“One of the kids even left his undergarments in our pool, Mark said.”
“Ewwwww, Jeanie replied.”
“Yea, the idiot was naked the entire time he was in the pool and my father wouldn’t let him get dressed until the police came, and then the police wouldn’t let him get dressed until the police arrived and when they did they threw a blanket over him instead.”
“Sounds like a lot of drama, Jeanie shook her head.”
“But what are the odds, I mean of all houses it had to the one owned by the prosecuting attorneys, Mark shook his head.
“Why didn’t they just swim in the lake isn’t it right down the road, she asked.”
“I guess they preferred our pool, Mark answered.”
“Whatever happened to the undergarments, Jeanie asked?”
“I’m wearing them right now Mark said, you wanna see, he said pulling up his shorts so she could see his Joe-Boxers.”
“Ewwwww, Jeanie replied.”
“Well my mom wanted to mail them back to the owner, after she washed them of course, but it’s not like he wrote his name and address on the inside tag.”
“Jeannie laughed, and when she did, her entire face lit up. Her beauty was stunning. Mark was glad that he could make her laugh.”
“That’s was so nice of your mom to think of them, I mean considering the circumstances, Jeanie said.”
“Yea, but in the end, the under-garments were confiscated by the police, so they could be used as evidence to prosecute him.”
“I would have been horrified, if they had been my undergarments, Jeanie said.”
“You don’t like Joe-Boxers, Mark asked?”
“I would have denied they were mine, no matter what brand they were, she said.”
“What about the police catching you on the premises?”
“I never would never have taking them off in the first place, or swam in a pool that I wasn’t invited too.”
Wow, what a goody two-shoes, maybe you should be a lawyer, Mark complimented.”
“Ewwwww, Jeanie said.”
Mark laughed.
“I’m just glad your mom wasn’t there, Jeanie said.”
“Yea, me too, my dad would have shot them on the spot, , but my mom alone would have baked them all cookies, even if they had raped her, Mark joked inappropriately.”
“Mark that’s not funny, Jeanie said, and then she shivered, her nipples became erect from the cold breeze, and she crossed her arms for warmth, and then she sneezed.”
You have allergies, he asked.
Yea, there horrible this time of year.
“Here Mark took off his jacket and held it open for her.”
“Thank You, Mark, Jeanie said smiling, as she put her arms through the sleeves.”
Mark inspected her massive cleavage over her shoulders.
No, thank you Jeanie, Mark thought to himself.
Suddenly a large wasp appeared out of nowhere and it circled Jeanie twice but avoid Mark who was waving it away. Jeanie dropped down right in front of him and put her hands over her head, for protection.
She was kneeling in front of him and she looked like she was in position to give him oral, despite the fact that her head was no where near his sex, nor was that her intention. But her posture made Mark hard.
It was a little-known fact that flying insects are more attracted to redheads more so than any other hair color.
“Seems like you made a new friend, Mark said.”
Jeanie would not get up, she was terrified of bees and wasps.
Mark noticed her distress, are you allergic to bees, he asked?
“I don’t know Jeanie said fearfully, I’ve never been stung before.
Is it gone, she asked fearfully?”
The bee flew away and disappeared just as suddenly as it had appeared.
“Yes, he’s gone, Mark said, offering his hand to help her up.”
“Thank-You Sir, she said, accepting his hand.
“I’m just an old-fashioned guy who knows how to treat a woman, like a lady, Mark returned.”
“Well I’m a modern woman, who can still appreciate the manners of a gentleman, Jeanie replied.”
Jeanie primped and adjusted her long red hair, which cascaded over her shoulders and flowed down the back of Marks Levi jacket. Mark was reminded of that old song by the “The Police, “Every little thing she does is Magic,” that song was popular when his parents were teen-angers, but he still heard it on the radio every once and awhile. The lead singer Sting, could have written that song for Jeanie.
Mark was glad that Jeanie decided to wear his jean jacket that was too big for her everywhere except in her chest.
There might be other guys at the party store, it was a popular place, and Mark didn’t want them staring at her endowment or making rude comments. He could be very jealous and possessive, even know he had just met her, he already considered her his girl. Jeanie just didn’t know it yet.

To be Continued…