The Inexplicable Reality - Sideshow Bob Pt.1 | By : Wendell Urth Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 4074 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter Five: The School
Lisa sat in Miss Hoover’s class and tried to pay attention but it was difficult. She still hadn’t reconciled herself to growing up without Homer. The utter stupidity of his death should not have surprised her given the reckless nature of his existence, but it still hurt.
Then Mom had announced that she was going to be unable to care for three children and that Aunts Patty and Selma would be adopting Maggie. This shocked her to the core. Even Bart seemed upset… for about a minute and a half (which was the limit of his attention span or so Lisa believed) then he got a thoughtful look on his face and looked again at Marge. Lisa sensed some private message passing between the two of them, one she wasn’t meant to understand.
Her Aunts were paying some of Marge’s expenses for now in exchange for adopting Maggie. Bart & Lisa would still see Maggie whenever they wished, would still be part of her life, but Lisa was upset by this additional change and was imaging all sorts of terrible things out of Dickens’ novels happening to her baby sister.
Marge had also announced she had found a part time job, working for Moe Szyslak, of all people! Mostly working for tips. Lisa doubted that anyone at Moe’s could come up with enough spare change to leave a tip there. She knew Homer never tipped and he was Moe’s best customer. But somehow Marge seemed excited by the prospect of working for Moe at Moe’s.
Personally, she expected her mom to be bringing home exotic diseases from touching the doorknobs.
Lisa’s world was crumbling.
Suddenly there was a long slow wave of warmth than ran from her forehead down to the tips of her toes which had curled painfully in her red shoes. For a moment, there had been several sharp stinging sensations in her chest, her heart seemed to lurch and freeze and skip a beat.
Then her entire outlook on life changed. She knew things she had never even imagined could be true.
Across town, in a small house, a tall man with big feet and orange hair, plunged several bone needles into the poppet, the ancient fetish doll now stuffed with blonde curls, the sweepings from a beauty salon. Lust, Obedience, Betrayal, Knowledge.
A long, loud explosive sigh escaped from Lisa’s mouth. She experienced her first orgasm… without anyone or anything touching her body.
The class sat in stunned silence for a moment then broke out in laughter. Miss Hoover, who had been nodding off after her martini lunch looked shocked. Stunned.
“Lisa? Lisa! Lisa Simpson, is there something you’d like to share with the class?” This was the kind of question teachers used to embarrass kids who just made an inappropriate outburst. It had a success rate of about 60%.
Lisa smiled, ignoring the rest of her classmates. “I’ll tell ya’ after class, Lizzy.”
A buzzing broke out across the room. “Lizzy? She called her Lizzy?”
Miss Hoover regained the classes attention... barely. “Well, Lisa had just lost her dad,” she thought. “Not that Homer would be any great loss.” Still… Lisa could be forgiven for acting out a little. Miss Hoover hoped it would be a short-term problem. She hated dealing with problem children… with any children these days, actually!
Elizabeth Hoover had become a teacher for all the best reasons and one very, very wrong one. She had fled Capital City after her first year of teaching and settled for life in Springfield, swearing that the incident that sidelined her career would never reoccur.
The hours until the end of the school day passed with glacial slowness. Every time Miss Hoover looked up, somehow, she saw Lisa Simpson… staring. An odd smile on her childish face. Miss Hoover forced herself to look away… over and over and over again.
The final bell rang, the kids fled… except for one.
“Err, Lisa, better hurry or you’ll miss the bus.”
Lisa slowly advanced on her teacher. “Oh, we have plenty of time, I’ll catch a ride with you, Lizz.”
“Lisa, you shouldn’t… What are you doing?”
Lisa had climbed up on her desk, sat facing her teacher, hiking up her red dress exposing her frilly white panties to her teacher’s panicky gaze. A wet stain appeared, outlining her childish genitals.
“See anything you like, Lizzy?”
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