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Glory stood before a full length mirror in her apartnt, looking at her outfit. Does this make look fat? I think it makes look fat. No, everyone tells this is one of my best outfits. But what if I've gained weight, and this dress magnifies it? Maybe I need to wear sothing more daring.
Arrgh! Listen to . I sound like so kind of teenage girl. Why did I ever agree to do this? Is it too late to back out? It is. I just know it's going to end badly. How did I ever get in this ss in the first place? Glory thought back to what led her to her current situation, with Alan scheduled to co and pick her up for the Thanksgiving al at any mont. It had all started the evening before.
Glory was vacuuming her bedroom when she heard the doorbell ring. She didn't have any friends who just stopped by without calling first, at least not since she'd recently broken up with her boyfriend. She assud it was so kind of salesperson and kept vacuuming. But the doorbell rang again, so she went to check it out.
She looked through the peephole first. The person was standing close to the hole and all she could see was a mass of curly dark reddish-brown hair. She could tell it was a woman from the hair, so she felt safe enough to open the door. But she regretted it as soon as she did.
"Suzanne! My, isn't this a surprise! Nice to see you!" Glory was all smiles.
Inwardly, she cursed, Shit! Not HER! She's nothing but trouble. I know it! And look how I look. Shit, shit, shit! Look at the miles of alabaster cleavage. You'd think she's off to the Academy Awards ceremony or sothing. She always dresses so nicely, and I look like so kind of couch potato. Heck, I'd have to put on sothing nicer than this to even look like a slovenly couch potato. Shit!
Actually, Glory's outfit didn't look half bad, and she kept her apartnt nice and clean, but she found herself with a strong need to impress Suzanne. She knew that Suzanne lived over in the millionaires' neighborhood and that her apartnt would barely qualify as guest quarters over there. Her heart was pounding way too loud.
"Good to see you," Suzanne said jovially. "Sorry for dropping by unannounced. You don't mind?"
"Mind? Are you kidding? It's a treat." Inwardly she cursed, Damn and double damn! This is a living nightmare. I feel so embarrassed. She added, "Co on in! Please, sit down and make yourself at ho."
"Thank you. I don't mind if I do." Suzanne took a seat on the big sofa in Glory's living room.
Stalling for ti, Glory asked, "Would you like so coffee?"
"Yes, please. Thank you."
Glory brought the coffee, and then sat on the love seat directly across from her. "So. Let guess. You're here about Alan. Is there so kind of crisis?"
Suzanne smiled, causing Glory's heart to pitter patter. "Good guess, but no, there's no crisis. Well, not an imdiate one at any rate. I just wanted to invite you to a Thanksgiving al tomorrow at the Plumr house. Alan, his sister, and his mother will be there, and so will I and my daughter Amy. You've t all of us at one ti or another. Sorry for the short notice, but I just found out that you'll be spending Thanksgiving all alone and we can't have that. It wouldn't be neighborly."
It was true that Glory was planning on having her Thanksgiving al alone, but that was only because she'd had plans with her boyfriend which were recently canceled when she broke up with him. She hadn't told that to Alan or anyone else though, so she couldn't possibly see how Suzanne could know that.
She asked, "That's true, but, hey! How did you know?"
Suzanne waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, I ran into what's his na in the supermarket. Your old boyfriend. Garth, I believe. We got to talking and he ntioned how he felt bad that you two would both be alone for the holiday. So of course I just had to do sothing since I already consider you my friend."
That was all true, technically speaking, but what Suzanne failed to ntion was that she'd deliberately "accidentally" run into Garth a few days earlier precisely to pump him for information about Glory while appearing to just hold a casual conversation with him. She'd learned quite a few useful tidbits, including so surprising and enticing hints about Glory's sex life after Garth started wondering aloud if he'd lost Glory because his bedroom skills weren't good enough. When Suzanne was at her manipulative best, she had a way of getting people to reveal more than they normally would have.
Luckily, Glory didn't think to question how Suzanne even knew who her boyfriend was in the first place. (In fact, in recent days Suzanne had been putting out feelers about Glory and trying to learn everything she could about her to gain an edge.)
"Oh, I see." Glory was a bit disappointed that Suzanne had a legitimate reason to have found that out, because now she didn't have any good excuse to turn the invitation down, yet she had to. "Thanks for thinking of and for coming all the way here to ask in person, but I... I just can't."
"Why not? If there's a scheduling conflict we can move the ti around to better suit you." "No, it's not that... You're making it really hard for to wiggle out of this, you know, but that's exactly what I have to do. I just can't go there."
"You can't? Why?"
Glory was getting a little upset and the irritation showed in her face. "Why? You ask why? You know why! Actually, there are several whys. For one thing, to be blunt about it, it would be too awkward, knowing what I know about everyone there."
Suzanne purposely played dumb, giving her a blank and uncomprehending look.
"You know!" Glory added with frustration. "The fact that everyone there has been...
intimate... with Alan. EVERYOne. Do I make myself clear?"
"Oh. That." They both knew she was talking about incest, though neither wanted to say that word out loud. She lied, "You know, it's odd, but I've been around that so long now that I
don't even think about it anymore."
"Well, I do!" Glory crossed her arms defiantly.
"Look, I know it must seem strange, but I can assure you that a al at the Plumr house is exactly the sa as a al anywhere else." She added naughtily to herself, Except for all the tis soone is blowing my Sweetie beneath the table or at least Susan is serving everyone in her erotic apron and spreading her legs to offer up her tasty pussy juice for dessert, hee-hee. Suzanne continued with a sincere and even slightly offended face, "It's not like so kind of wild orgy breaks out. I'm insulted that you'd even think anything like that. When you co over, there won't be the slightest hint of anything untoward or sexual. It'll just be family and friends sharing a al."
Glory huffed, "And all of them are buxom bombshells who just happen to be sleeping with the one and only male there. That right there is extrely untoward, if you ask !" She briefly glanced down at Suzanne's own buxom chest, and then quickly looked away. Suzanne frowned. "Oh dear. I was afraid you might say sothing like this. Let cut to the chase. Glory, I talked to you recently about you and working together to help save Alan from his excesses. Rember how we talked about how we'd work as a team to make sure he did his howork? Well, we still need to be doing that kind of thing. I know you've broken up with him and frankly I can completely understand and sympathize with why you did that." She lied again, "I'm not here to try to get you to change your mind about that."
"You're not? Then what's this about?"
"Of course I'm not! I really am here to invite you to Thanksgiving dinner. As for Alan, it's bad enough sharing him with as many won as I do now, so why would I want to share him with one more? That's less ti with him for . Don't worry, I'm on YOUR side. Haven't you ever had a lover and then gone on to be friends with that person? Or at least had people you know who did that? It's common, unless maybe the break up was especially bitter, but that wasn't the case with you and him, so why can't the two of you be friends?"
Glory harrumphed indignantly, "Well, I don't know if you could say that we broke up, seeing how we were never going out. Yes, I was his sexual plaything. One of many. I suppose he thought it would be a real coup to add a teacher to his list of conquests and I foolishly acquiesced. He'd amuse himself during lunch with sotis, unless he was off bopping one of his cheerleader floozies. So if you call that going out, then we were going out, I guess." She finished with a bitter, "Ha!"
"Co on, you know it's not like that. He loves you."
Glory wanted to lash out at Alan, but since he wasn't there she shot daggers into Suzanne's eyes instead. "Yeah, and probably a dozen others, for all I know. Big deal." Suzanne held her hands up defensively. "Okay, okay, relax. I know what you an. The sa thing happened to . Look at . Look at you. Look at all of his lovers. We're all centerfold
material."
Glory was about to protest that, but Suzanne beat her to it. "Oops! Don't say it! I know what you're going to say, that you don't fall into that category, but you're wrong. You're sexy. You're hot. You're a very desirable woman." Suzanne knew that Glory felt intimidated by the Playboy model appearances of the other won and that was one important reason she didn't want to attend, but even though she was buttering her up, she really ant it.
Glory found herself blushing. Her heart was beating hard again, just after she'd finally been calming down. SUZANNE thinks I'm hot! Wow! What is it about this woman? I don't have the slightest bisexual bone in my body, but this woman just does sothing to that I can't explain! Suzanne continued, "My point is, Alan clearly is a very remarkable young man. I've never been forced to share any of my lovers with anyone before; I never so much as considered such a crazy idea. And yet now I do. It is an embarrassing thing to admit to, so I know EXACTLY how you feel. But one of the remarkable things about him is that he is fundantally such a decent young man. He's got such, well, decency and incredible capacity to love and be loved, that I have no doubt he has what it takes to love and others too. And I do an love, heart and soul. He loves you, Glory. I know it for a fact because he talks about you all the ti."
"He does? What about?"
"Oh, you've been his favorite teacher for two years, at least. It's always been 'Glory says this' and 'Glory says that.' Believe , I've known all about you for a long ti now." "But how can that be? You're not his mother; you don't live with him."
"No, but Susan and I have been best friends since he was born. I changed his diapers countless
tis. I'm about as close to being a mother as a non-family mber can get. In fact, he even calls 'Mother' sotis, and calls Susan 'Mom."" She figured Glory would figure out Alan had two mothers sooner or later, and she was trying to slowly break the news to her. Oh great, Glory thought bitterly. More incest, or at least near incest.
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