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Chris cums into his own	By : thebogeyman Category: +1 through F > Family Guy Views: 61650 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chris Cums Into His Own
Chapter 7
It was almost one thirty when Chris opened his eyes. Lois should have been up here an hour ago with his wake up blow job. Something must have distracted her and he had a pretty good idea what it was. He threw on a robe and headed downstairs. "Hey, where's my blow job, woman?"
Lois was standing in front of the living room window, and she turned at the sound of his voice, holding her finger in front of her lips. "Ssshhhh, there's cops all over the place."
"What's going on?" he asked as he moved beside her. Yellow tape everywhere and at least twenty police cars. There was one thing you could count on when living in a small town. Anytime something actually happened, the entire police force would show up and mill about. No one wanted to miss the excitement.
"Quagmire's dead."
"Really? Who was it, jealous boyfriend, jealous husband, or did one of his conquests get tired of being treated like crap once he got what he wanted?"
"None of the above, he hung himself. Joe said that he was doing autoerotic asphyxiation, and when he fell off of his chair, he couldn't get the rope off his neck. But that's not the worst part. They pulled three women out of his basement. He was using them as sex slaves."
"That's horrible. Were the women okay?"
"Joe told me that one of them walked out on her own. The other two were so emotionally destroyed that they had to stretcher them out."
"Wow! How is Joe holding up? He just lost the last member of his drinking club."
"I don't think that's on the top of his mind right now. He's blaming himself for not knowing what his friend was up to."
"Maybe I should go over and talk to him. He's going to need a friend, and by my count he just ran out."
"You can't. They took him to the station to find out exactly what he knew about the women. You don't think he knew anything, do you?"
"Other than ignoring the fact that they all drove home drunk every night, Joe seems like a pretty honest guy. I can't imagine that he had any idea Quagmire was that evil. Still this can't be good for his career."
Lois looked at him with wide eyes. "Do you think he'll get fired?"
"Fired, are you kidding? He's a public employee with a very strong union. He could probably ass rape the pope in the middle of Saint Peter's Square, while on duty, and only get put on paid leave. Something like this might put a crimp in any promotion plans he had, but they're not going to fire him."
Lois covered her mouth and turned away from the window. "Chris, this is a very serious situation. Don't make me laugh in front of the window."
"Well move away from the window then ya nosey broad. You're not going to learn anything anyway. Let's go upstairs. You still owe me a BJ."
"Why go upstairs?" she asked, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him into the corner.
"You want to blow me here, with all those cops outside?"
"No one can see us over here." she said, opening his robe and kneeling before him.
Chris groaned as she took him into her mouth. "You're a very naughty girl. I think it's high time I gave you a good spanking."
She pulled off, stroking him slowly with her hand. "Not now sweetheart, that would be too noisy." She studied his cock and then looked back up into his eyes. "You know, with you working last night I missed out on my cramp treatment. Would you mind if we postponed the blow job?"
"Now you want me to fuck you with a dozen cops on the other side of this wall. Did you at least lock the door?"
She nodded quickly, licking his full length. "Please?"
It was clear that she expected to get her way when she asked for a couple Kleenex and removed her tampon. "What I ought to do is go out there and get about ten of those cops and let them pull a train on you."
"That might be fun. Are you into watching?"
"Not really, but it might be interesting to see if you could do the screaming eagle."
"What the hell is the screaming eagle?"
"It's a sexual position. It's airtight plus two."
Shaking her head, she said, "I really should have been monitoring your internet activity. What is airtight plus two?"
"You're airtight when you have a cock in your ass, pussy, and mouth at the same time. The screaming eagle is the same thing except you also have a cock in each hand."
"And that's the kind of thing you like looking at on your computer?" Lois asked, laughing.
"You can only watch two people screw so many times before you go looking for something wilder. But you know, for some reason I haven't used my PC for anything but research in over a week. I wonder why?"
"Good. I'd hate to think that you still needed to masturbate after all the sex we've been having. Instead of calling in the cops, why don't you see if Max wants to come out and play?"
Chris scowled down at her. "That's officer Max to you maam, and what are you doing with that young man's penis?"
Her eyes lit with excitement momentarily before she controlled her emotions and slipped into character. "It's not what it looks like officer. He got a splinter and I was trying to get it out for him."
"I see some wood, but no splinter. Is that what happened son?"
Chris covered his mouth, and with a frightened, squeaky voice said, "She's crazy officer Max. She said if I didn't let her suck my cock she'd kill me. Be careful, she said she has a knife."
"Why you little squealer. Honest officer, I thought he was eighteen."
"On your feet maam. I going to check you for weapons. That's right, you know the drill. Hands on the wall, spread those legs."
"I don't have a knife, officer. This isn't necessary."
"Yeah? Who am I supposed to believe? The victim, or the person that came up with that BS splinter story." He ran his hands through her hair and roughly groped her body. "I can't find anything. Raise your arms so I can get this dress off of you."
"Shouldn't you have a female officer do that?"
"Oh, look who suddenly knows right from wrong. If you're shy I can take you downtown and let one of the broads have a go at you. Of course I'd have to book you first. Or we can handle it here. If you don't have a weapon I might be able to let you off with a warning."
"In that case I guess it will be okay."
She raised her arms and Chris pulled the dress up and over her head. The real reason he wanted the dress off was that he had seen the tampon when she removed it and was afraid that this was going to be a bit messy. Pinching each nipple, he lifted her breasts, and after peering beneath them, let them drop to bounce and jiggle back into place. God, tits were so cool! "Alright, just one place left to check. Assume the position."
"Really officer, you don't want to do that right now."
"I suppose you're going to tell me that you're on the rag. I can see something's going on down there, but it's just possible that you were in such a hurry to hide your knife that you cut yourself. Either way I need to be sure."
Lois grunted as he pushed into her. "Holy crap, that's not a finger. Is that your fist?"
"I figured that since you were trying to seduce that punk, and looking at your hot body got me hard, we could kill two birds with one stone. You know, take care of both of our problems."
"You're just going to rape me!"
"I don't know, am I? Your body is telling me that it likes it."
"Get off me you psycho. I'll have your badge for this."
"You think so?" he asked, pushing her forward and shoving her cheek against the wall. "Ever take a polygraph? I have, and I know how to beat them. What will you say when they ask you how many orgasms I gave you?"
"You... you can't make me cum...bastard."
"Slut, you're almost there already. Your little pussy is all a quiver. Guess it's not used to handling a grown man. You know what will make this special for you? That stiff next door had the right idea, he just fucked up." Chris wrapped both hands around her throat, squeezing gently. "If you're just on the verge of passing out when you cum it's supposed to be amazing. Want to try?"
"Chris, NO! Banana, Banana!"
Chris pulled out and helped her stand up straight. When she turned, her eyes were wild, filled with fear and adrenalin overload. He reached out to cup her cheek and smiled down at her. Did you really think that I could ever hurt you, sweetheart?"
"Chris, choking is dangerous. Look what happened to Glen."
"Which is why you were supposed to say no. I was going to reluctantly agree in exchange for a kiss, and then I was going to pick you up, slam you against the wall, and give you a good pounding."
"Okay, let's do that."
"No. You told me that if anyone uses the safe word we're supposed to stop, discuss, and move on to something else."
"We've had the discussion, now let's move on to the part where you give me a good pounding."
"I don't think so. This is really my fault. It's a case of too soon, with Quagmire barely cold. I'm starving, do you want a sandwich?"
"Please honey. This is the worst part of my period and I really need it."
Chris grinned down at her. He liked teasing her. She seemed happier when she had to work for it a little. "You're such a spoiled little brat." Squatting down, he put his shoulder against her belly, making her squeal when he hoisted her into the air. After closing the drapes, it wouldn't do to have all those cops watch him carry his naked mother across the room, he walked toward the stairs. "Let's do it in the shower. You're a mess down there today."
"Do you think that you can get Max back?"
"As a matter of fact I can hear him up in the shower. But I should warn you, he's pretty annoyed that you stopped his fun. He's not going to go easy on you."
"Oh no! Help! Won't anyone help little ole me? Do you think he's still hard?"
"He's carrying the naked body of the sexiest woman in the world. Of course he's still hard."
Lois giggled all the way to the bathroom.
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Chris had his shoes off and was just reaching for the paper when there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it Lois," he shouted toward the kitchen. He didn't know who this was, but he wanted to get rid of them quickly. All day at work he had been going crazy wondering what the Quahog Times had to say about Quagmire's death. He opened the door to find an attractive young woman standing on the porch. About five foot five and in her mid twenties, dirty blonde hair fell just past her shoulders. She had a nice body, and even though he felt certain that they had never met, she looked vaguely familiar. "Hello, what can I do for you, miss?"
Her eyes slid across him as she fidgeted on the porch. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here."
The girl looked terrified and his heart went out to her. "Are you in some kind of trouble, miss? If there's anything that I can do to help..."
"No, I'm not in trouble. I came here to thank you for saving my life."
"I can honestly tell you that I remember the face of every pretty girl who's life I've saved, and you aren't on that list. You must have me confused with someone else."
"Oh no, I'd recognize you anywhere. I was watching the other night when you killed Glen."
She sprang back as Chris surged through the door, slamming it behind him. "No, you're mistaken. Mr. Quagmire accidentally hanged himself a couple days ago. I had nothing to do with it."
"Ooohh, I've done this all wrong. I didn't mean to scare you, let me start over. My name is Jennifer and I'm one of the girls that Glen kidnapped. He had several cameras in the living room and I saw everything. But don't worry, they weren't recording, and the other girls couldn't see the monitors from where they were chained so I'm the only one that knows. You're not going to kill me are you?"
Chris was slowly absorbing this new information, but her question caught his attention. "Kill you? Why on earth would I do that?"
"Well, I'm the only one that knows you did it. But you don't have to worry about me. I'm eternally grateful. You saw his book, right? He called it his trophy book and I had my own section in it. When he was feeling especially sadistic he would show me my grave. He already had a spot in the forest picked out where he was going to bury me when I stopped entertaining him."
"You poor thing," Chris said. He reached out to hug her but she scuttled away. He shook his head and gave her a rueful smile. "I'm sorry, that was thoughtless. After what you've been through, being grabbed by a man is probably the last thing you want."
"No, I'm sorry. The psychologist at the police station said that I might find it hard to trust men for a while. And you didn't answer my question. Are you going to kill me?"
"If you thought that I might kill you, why did you come here?"
"Because I owe you everything. Every breath of freedom that I take is because you killed that beast and set me free. A quick death is better than one more day in that dungeon. I swear that I'll never say a word, but if you think you have to kill me I understand."
It would be funny if it wasn't so tragic. She stood before him, shaking like a leaf with her eyes closed, waiting to die. As if he was willing to kill her, he would do it here on his front porch. Her emotional troubles made Meg's pale to insignificance. "Jennifer, open your eyes please."
He didn't know what she expected to see. A gun pointed at her forehead, or maybe hockey mask and chainsaw. What she did see was Chris with his left hand on his heart and the right in the air. "I swear to you. I will never harm you in any way. If you told me that you were going to the police right now, I would go inside and wait to be arrested. You'd just be doing what you thought was right by reporting a crime."
"But it wasn't a crime. You were right. You did the world a service when you killed that slime. I'm just sorry that you couldn't make it more painful, but I understand why you did it that way. I thought it was quite clever."
"Thanks, but you're wrong about one thing. It was a crime. The State is very jealous about their right to punish or not punish it's citizens and they would drop the hammer on a vigilante like me."
"Well I don't care. You'll always be a hero to me."
"That's very nice, but you should know that I did it to protect the ones I love. You were just a happy coincidence. I had no idea who or what was down there when I made the decision to end his life. How long were you there?"
"Two hundred and seventy three days. Just over nine months. Until the cops told me the date I didn't know if it was two months or two years."
"That sucks. So what are you going to do now? Do you at least have a place to stay?"
"I lost everything. Someone moved into my apartment and the landlord sold all my stuff. My job was filled and I lost my scholarship. They say I can reapply, but they're not sure if the paperwork will go through before September when the semester starts. I've got a bed at a shelter for battered women, so I have somewhere to eat and sleep, but just for the next month. I don't know what I'll do."
"What were you going to school for?"
"Nursing. I've only got two semesters to go. You'd think that that would qualify me to work for some doctor, but everybody says come back next year when you've got a degree. I'll probably have to get a part time job at some fast food place. That should be enough to get a bed in some dive and Top Ramen for the next year."
"Hmmmm. How would you like to be a lab assistant?"
"Really? Where?"
"We're starting up a pharmaceutical company. The pay won't be great at first, but it's in a big old house with plenty of empty bedrooms so you wouldn't have to worry about rent."
"That sounds great, what do you make?"
"I'll let Susan fill you in on that. All that chemistry nonsense bores me to tears. Let me see if she has time to meet with us."
He pulled his phone out and punched a few buttons. "Hey Suzie, it's Chris... What? Well this is the first time I'm hearing it.... Okay, okay. Sorry Suzanne, it won't happen...." He pulled the phone away from his ear and covered the microphone. "She's very sensitive about her name. Don't play this game until you get to know her a little." He put the phone back up to his ear. "Susan, I just remembered your name is Susan. I've been having trouble with my memory lately.....Such language from a proper young lady like you.... No, I didn't just call to annoy you. I found you a lab assistant.....Honest. Her name is Jennifer. She's had some problems and needs a job and a place to stay. Do you have a few minutes to meet her?....She's about three quarters through an RN program. She's nice, she's smart, she'll be perfect for you, trust me.... Okay, we'll see you in a few minutes."
"Great," he said, putting his phone away. "I'll just tell...."
"How do I know you were even talking to someone?"
Chris sighed. A few minutes ago she was ready to let him kill her, and now she was afraid to go with him in the car. Well, smarter men than him had tried to figure out women and failed. And this one had been through a traumatic ordeal. "I'm sorry, Jennifer. I didn't think of that." He punched the buttons again.
"Hey Susan, sorry to bother you again but Jennifer needs to talk to you to make sure you're real.... How dare you, I'm very trustworthy. It's just that she's one of the girls that Quagmire had in his basement, so you can understand why she might not trust a man right now..... Yeah, she saw everything. Quagmire had surveillance cameras in the living room tied into monitors in the basement..... Look, you can yell at me later. Would you just say hello to her and tell her that I'm not going to kill her so I can get on the road?"
He handed a phone to a wide eyed Jennifer. "She knows that you killed Glen?"
"Susan knows everything. If I hadn't told her she would have probably figured it out on her own. Now say hello before she gets bored and hangs up."
"Hello?....Thank you, it was horrible but I've got a second chance thanks to Chris... Intellectually I know you're right, but I saw him kill someone.... Glen deserved worse than that. Nothing would have made me happier than to see him skinned alive.... Of course not. I'd never do anything to hurt him, he saved my life... Okay, I see your point. I'll try.... I'm looking forward to meeting you too. Bye..."
"So, are we good to go?" Chris asked as he took his phone.
"I guess so. Susan seems really nice."
"She is nice, and probably the smartest person you'll ever meet. Whatever you do, don't lie to her. I try once in awhile, just for fun, but she catches me every time. She won't say what my tell is."
"If she's so smart why do you tease her so much?"
"Because nobody else will. They're all too intimidated by her brain to treat her like a real person. She acts annoyed, but she loves it when I pick on her. What did she say about me?"
"She said that you can be a real asshole sometimes, but she would trust you with her life, and I could too."
"See? I told you she loved me. Let me tell Lois where I'm going and we can get out of here."
"Lois is here? She must really be something. Glen was so obsessed with her, and I guess you are too."
"Yeah, I guess I am. Would you like to meet her?"
"Could I? It would be nice to put a personality with all the videos that Glen made me watch."
"Come on in then. Just remember that as far as she knows, Quagmire killed himself, and you don't know that she and I are having sex."
"You trust Susan more than her?"
"It has nothing to do with trust. The less Lois knows, the safer we both are in case the cops decide to start asking questions."
"If you're trying to have a relationship with her you shouldn't lie to her."
"Now you sound like Susan. But she was able to see the reality of the situation. Lois is a lousy liar. Until I'm sure that the cops have closed the case she can't know."
"She won't hear it from me, I swear."
"Thank you. Now let's go meet the legend. MOM, WE'VE GOT COMPANY."
Lois nearly dropped her knife. It felt like forever since he had called her mom. She hurried to the living room to find him with an attractive young woman. He couldn't be looking for another threesome could he? No, they weren't intimate, judging by the distance between them, and he wouldn't have called her mom. Unless this stranger was kind of kinky.
"Mom, I'd like you to meet Jennifer.... oops, I don't know your last name."
"Jennifer Glass, and I'm very pleased to meet you Mrs. Griffin."
"Please, call me Lois, Jennifer. It's nice to meet you too. How did you and Chris meet?"
"We just met a few minutes ago," said Chris, watching Lois closely to see her reaction. Jennifer is one of the girls that Quagmire had in his basement. She came by to get some closure."
"Oh, you poor dear," Lois cried, closing the short distance between them and taking both of her hands. "Are you all right?"
"I will be, but right now it's still hard to believe that I'm free."
A slight catch in her voice was all it took to ignite Lois' maternal instincts and she pulled Jennifer into her arms. As the women cried together Chris plopped down on the couch and retrieved his shoes. For once he thought a good cry was completely justified. This might be the first truly human contact Jennifer had had in months. The police, even police psychologists, weren't known for their compassion. As he watched them together, it suddenly struck him why she looked familiar. From this angle she looked a lot like Lois. Not as much as Lindsey, but the structure of their faces was quite similar. "I wonder where that little skank Lindsey got to," he wondered. It might be fun to fuck her brains out and dump her for a little payback.
Once the tears had run their course Lois leaned back and smiled. "Feeling better?" Jennifer nodded and Lois looked at Chris who tossed her the Kleenex box. She caught it one-handed and offered one to a grateful Jennifer. For a girl, she has remarkable hand-eye coordination, Chris thought. Maybe he should try to get her involved in some sport. She would look awesome in one of those short tennis skirts.
"Why did you come here?" Lois asked a still sniffling Jennifer. "I would think the last thing you'd ever want to see is your prison."
"I wanted to see it from the outside. Glen drugged me at the bar and I woke up in his basement so I had no idea where I was. But the main reason I came here was to meet you."
"Me?"
"Glen was obsessed with you. When he... when he did things to me, he would make me wear a red wig, and green shirt, and call me Lois the whole time. He even had video of you and he kept trying to get me to imitate your voice, but I wouldn't do it. It was all the control that I had."
"Oh my, you must hate me."
"Oh no. It wasn't your fault, and now that I've met you, I can see why he liked you. You're so beautiful and nice. And now Chris is helping me get my life back, so coming here may be the best decision I've ever made."
"He is?" Lois asked, casting a suspicious gaze toward Chris.
"I'm taking her to meet Susan. Jennifer is a nursing student, and Susan needs a lab assistant, so it seemed like a match made in heaven. But we should get going. Susan is very busy."
"Will you be home for dinner, sweetheart?" Lois asked.
"This won't take long. You ready, Jennifer?"
She nodded and the women said their goodbyes, promising to get together soon. Jennifer followed him outside and he climbed behind the wheel. After he started the car, and she still didn't get in, Chris said, "You can ride in back if you'd feel safer back there. She moved to the back door, but couldn't make herself open it. Shutting the engine off, Chris climbed out and smiled at her across the roof. "You'd feel better if Lois went with us, wouldn't you?"
The relief on her face was heartbreaking, and Chris headed for the front door. "Do you think she will mind?" asked Jennifer.
"Naw. She's been dying to meet Susan. I'll just be a second."
"Did you forget something, sweetheart?" Lois asked, looking up from her vegetables.
"No. Can you put dinner on hold for awhile? Jennifer is afraid to be alone with me. Quagmire really screwed her head up."
"Of course. Write a note for Meg and I'll put this in the fridge."
While Chris locked the door, Lois strolled to the car. "I'm so sorry Lois, it's just that.."
"Don't give it a second thought, dear. After what you've been through it's perfectly understandable. I know Chris looks big and scary, but trust me, he wouldn't hurt a fly." Chris and Jennifer shared a look. They both knew that that wasn't true. Lois climbed in the backseat and scooted across. Come on, Jennifer, we'll sit back here and chat. Chop chop driver, take us to the lab. Chris has told me so much about Susan I half expect her to be twenty feet tall with a head the size of a house." As he started the car, Lois thumped him in the back of the head. "For god's sake Chris, you need to clean your car once in awhile. It smells like the bottom of a hamper in here."
He really should have bought one of those pine trees for his mirror, he thought. Two days with the windows down and you could still smell those old diapers. Slipping the car into gear, Chris headed across town.
As he drove, he listened to the women chat. Lois did most of the talking, but he did learn that both of Jennifer's parents were dead. No siblings, and she had just transferred to Rhode Island Collage from a community collage on the other side of the state and hadn't had time to make any close friends. She was so alone, Quagmire couldn't have picked a better victim. Of course, judging by his big book of death, he'd had plenty of practice picking women that wouldn't be missed.
"This place is marvelous," Lois said as Chris parked in the driveway.
"Yeah, and we got a great deal on it. It was a bank repo and the neighborhood has gone downhill in the last few years. There's Susan, let me introduce you. "Suz, I'd like you to Ooofff." Chris doubled over dramatically when she punched him in the stomach, as if a professional linebacker had hit him and not a one hundred pound woman. "You did it this time lady, I've got witnesses. You two saw how she attacked me without provocation, right?"
"Get out of my way you big lunk. You must be Lois. Chris has told me all about you, and it's so nice to finally meet. I'll try not to hold Chris' boorish behavior against you."
"Thanks," said Lois with a smile and handshake. "Sometimes he thinks he's the funniest man in the world. I've got to say, you're nothing like I expected. He's always going on that Susan said this, and Susan figured this out. You seem so normal."
"I have noticed that Chris is prone to hyperbole." Turning to Jennifer, Susan asked, "So Jennifer, what do you think of your new home?"
"It's beautiful, I love these old houses."
"Yes, well let's see how much you love it this winter. I have a feeling that we'll be needing extra blankets once it starts snowing. That reminds me, Chris. We're going to need space heaters for the basement. I can't have my little beasties freezing."
"I'll add it to the list."
"Good. Now why don't I show Jennifer her room and you can show Lois the lab. We'll join you shortly."
"Whatever you say, boss lady." Wrapping his arm around her waist, Chris led Lois to the basement. "You're not afraid of mice are you?"
"Are they in cages?"
"Of course."
"Then I'm not afraid."
As they ascended the stairs, Jennifer looked over her shoulder to make sure Lois was out of earshot before whispering, "You know everything about Chris and Glen?"
"Oh yes, nasty business that. I wanted him to call the police, but he made a good argument. O.J. got off, and if Quagmire lucked out and got a jury like that, they would have to be on their guard constantly, and it would be so much more difficult to take him by surprise. You don't feel bad about his death, do you?"
"No, of course not. I don't think he suffered enough, but I'm just surprised that you're okay with it."
"The world isn't going to mourn the loss of a raping, murdering, piece of human garbage like Glen Quagmire. But enough about the past, here's your room."
"This is great!"
"I opened the windows after your call, but it's still a little musty in here. After Chris leaves, you and I can go pick up your things, as long as nothing's too big."
"I don't have any things to pick up."
"Nothing?"
"I lost everything. I have some money in the bank, but I have to replace my I.D. before I can get to it."
"Okay, we will have to do something about that. Let me show you the laundry room. Your sheets should be ready to go in the dryer."
"Do you think I could take a shower? It's been a few days and I feel filthy."
"Sure, but hold off until I've had a chance to show you the lab. One of your main duties will be helping me care for about a thousand mice. Once you've spent a couple of hours cleaning cages you'll really be ready for a shower, or maybe a bath."
"Ohhhh, a nice long bath sounds like heaven right now."
Susan hauled the damp sheets out of the washer and tossed them into the dryer. "These will be done in thirty minutes." She quickly dug through a pile of clean laundry, pulling out a towel and robe. "You can wear this while you wash your clothes. We can do a little shopping tomorrow and get you something else to wear. No woman should have to wear the same thing every day."
"But I don't have any money."
"We'll call it an advance on your first pay check. Now let's get down to the lab and see what kind of trouble Chris is getting into. He's probably chasing Lois around the lab with one of my mice as we speak."
"What's the deal with him anyway? He killed Glen like he was swatting a mosquito, but today he just seems like a happy, friendly guy."
"Chris is a boy in a man's body. How old do you think he is?"
"I don't know. He seems pretty young. Maybe twenty, or twenty-one?"
"He's sixteen."
"No way!"
"Way. He's very smart, and quite driven when he thinks something's important. He's paying for all of this." she said, waving her hand around to include the house and lab. "He taught himself how to invest and has been killing the market for months now. But inside he's still a very young man and sometimes that comes out."
"Like when he teases you about your name. If it's not too personal, why does that bother you so much?"
"It doesn't, it's just a game that we play. Despite all of his faults, Chris is one of my favorite people."
"Is one of his faults his choice in girlfriends?" Jennifer asked, wondering how much Susan knew.
"Oh, that's right. You must have seen him screwing Lois on Glen's television the other night."
"There isn't a camera facing the TV, but I heard him tell Glen what it was, and the sound was loud enough that I could hear Lois moaning."
"And you're sure that there wasn't a recording of Glen's death? I can't believe Chris was that careless."
"I'm sure the VCR was off, and you shouldn't be too hard on Chris about that. None of the women that Glen brought over ever noticed the cameras. One of Glen's favorite things was making me watch as those women walked out the door. He'd whisper in my ear, 'She had no idea how close she was to joining you down here, but I let her go back to her pointless little life'."
"What a bastard. I have a friend with some counseling experience if you'd like to talk to her."
"I don't know. I talked to the police psychologist and she wasn't much help."
"Well, just think about it. Talking to someone with a thorough knowledge of how the human mind functions can speed your recovery. You seem pretty together, but no one could go through what you did without some mental scars. But right now we may have a bigger problem."
"What's that?" asked Jennifer, wondering what could be worse than what she had endured.
"It's too quiet in the lab. I just have to hope that having Lois here watching him will keep his mischievous side under control."
"Chris, I don't want to kiss it," Lois laughed while skittering to the other side of the table.
"What are you doing with my mouse?" Susan stood in the doorway, hands on hips, exuding authority from every inch of her five foot two frame.
"Sorry," Chris said without the least bit of sincerity. "I got bored."
"I knew it was a mistake to leave you down here with only one adult to watch you. Which cage did you get him from?"
"You can tell it's a boy from over there?" Chris asked while lifting the little critter by the tail to check its equipment.
"Of course I can tell. Which cage?"
"Seventy-four, or maybe seventy-five."
"Chris, those two cages are on completely different cycles. Which is it?"
"Relax, it's seventy-four. I suppose you'd like me to put it away?"
"Please, and if you do it right maybe I can talk Lois into buying you an ice cream on the way home."
Chris made a show of kissing it on its little pink nose before slipping it into the cage. "There, you happy now? Think how boring it must be for them in those little cages day after day." He saw Jennifer flinch and immediately regretted his words but chose to ignore her reaction.
"I'm busy, Chris. I don't have time for your games."
"Oh come on. You need me to drop in once in a while and throw a monkey wrench into your neat, orderly life. Don't let her fool you Jennifer. My occasional visits are always the highlights of her week."
"My god, Lois, how do you put up with his arrogance?" Lois just shrugged, and shaking her head, Susan turned to Jennifer. Grab some gloves and I'll show you what I need. Here's a clean tray. You pull out the dirty one and slide the clean one in before the little monsters have time to drop any of their mouse poopies. Dump the old tray in the in the red can, wipe the it down with the sponge, and refill it with shredded paper from the green can. Cage one is done now so start with number two and work your way down. Now if you ladies can excuse me for a minute, I need to talk to Mr. Monkey Wrench."
"Can I help?" asked Lois.
"I can always use more help," said Susan with a smile. "There are gloves and trays over on the counter. Come on, Chris. I've got something I need to show you." She led him across the room and pointed to three groups of cages. "What do you see in these cages, and if you say mice I'm going to hit you."
"Okay. I see baby mice in section K, fat mice in L, and I don't want to say mice, so I'll say normal mice in M. Do I win a prize?"
"I should give you a cookie for doing it with a minimum of sarcasm, but what you called fat mice are really large mice. All these mice are the same age. The young looking mice were given the drug before they were weaned, and the big ones were given it just after they entered the mouse equivalent of puberty. The normal ones got the drug as adults like all the others."
"So what you're saying is that the ones that got the drug at the same point in their development as I did grew larger. How much larger?"
"They're on average seventeen percent larger then their brothers and sisters, and the boys have penises twenty-four percent bigger."
"I'm sorry I missed that. I'd pay anything to watch you measuring mice dicks all day."
How long is your penis?"
"I don't know, how deep is your pussy? It's about two inches longer than that."
"Chris, I need you to focus. How long is your dick?"
When she was doing research, Susan had zero patience for games. "It's nine and five eighths."
"And when did you measure it?"
"I don't know, maybe a year ago."
"I need you to measure it again. And track your height for the next few months. When you started the program you were what, about five-five? You're over six foot now, and I need to know if you're still growing."
"We could go upstairs and measure it now. Lois and Jennifer will be busy for a while."
"No thank you. I need a full week to recover after sex with you. You say you and Lois are doing it every day? She must be Wonder Woman."
"And she loves it rough," Chris said with a leer. "You should try it sometime."
"Sorry, I don't have any masochistic tendencies. How much cash do you have on you?"
"A couple hundred bucks. Why, are you turning pro on me? Because if you are I've got to tell you that I'm getting enough that I don't need to pay for it."
"Would you drag your mind out of the gutter for a minute? I need it to buy clothes for the stray you're dumping on my doorstep."
"I'm sorry, Susan," Chris said, passing over what cash he had. "But she really needed help, and for some reason I feel responsible for her."
"No, I'm sorry. That stray comment was uncalled for. You did good, and I think this could really work out. All the other's were excited to help when we first started, but lately all I'm getting is excuses. We need to call another meeting and discuss shares of this company. If the other's think they can just sit on their butts and get equal shares they've got another thing coming. You, me, and Marcos are the only ones doing any real work."
"Speaking of Marcos," Chris asked. "How does the cancer cure look?"
"What I've seen so far looks very good. Whoever did the original research was much more thorough then the jokers that created our drug. I should know in a few weeks if it's ready for human trials, which brings us to your grandfather. We have to decide what to do about him."
"I don't see anyway to avoid cutting him in. At this point we don't have the financial or political clout to fight him in court." Chris pointed out.
"I agree, as much as I hate letting that snake profit from something that he has hidden from the world for thirty years."
"Okay. We'll call a meeting for the first of next month. That will give everyone time to arrange their schedules, and hopefully we'll have more info about the C drug by then. In the mean time I'll call some of the others and see if I can get you some more help. I'll appeal to their greed. If you don't have to do so much grunt work you can do more research and everybody gets paid that much sooner."
"Thanks Chris, now let's go see how the ladies are doing."
"Are you sure you don't want to go upstairs and measure my cock? I'm pretty sure that it gets a little bigger just before I cum."
"I'm sure. Now grab a tray. As long as you're here you might as well make yourself useful. And start from the far end. You'd just slow us down with your terrible jokes."
With four people working together, the cage cleaning went quickly, and when Susan broke out the mouse chow Chris decided it was time to go. "I'll call you tomorrow Susan. It's past my dinner time and I'm a growing boy."
"Thanks for your help, and for finally bringing Lois by. You're welcome here any time, Lois. Jennifer and I would love to have you."
"Thanks, I might just take you up on that." She moved to Jennifer and gave her a big hug. "Take care of yourself, and if you ever need to talk, Susan has our number."
"Thank you. And thank you, Chris, for all of this," Jennifer said, waving her hand to take in the whole house."
"You're welcome. We can talk about salary tomorrow." She looked like she wanted to hug him, but he was pretty sure that wasn't going to happen. He held out his hand, and after the briefest hesitation she took it. After the shake, Chris held it for a second longer that necessary, and smiled into her eyes. "Baby steps, Jennifer. I can tell you're strong enough to get through this. Come on mommy, it's time for din din." With an arm around her shoulder, he walked her out of the house.
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