The next morning Jason woke up late and sluggish as usual. Yawning, he fumbled out of bed and groggily went over to change his boxers and get dressed. As he was contemplating crawling back into bed and hiding from the world for a few more hours, someone lightly tapped on his door and then opened it. Peeping her head inside, Pamela have bobbed in in respect, before checking to see if he was suitably dressed.
“Looks like you’re up and ready, Master Jason,” she said, beaming a large smile in his direction. “Have you taken your medicine this morning? Should I get you a drink to help wash the pills down?” Glancing down, she half laughed and bounced on into the room. This morning she was wearing a long sleeved, pink knit sweater that showed off her curves as it wrapped tightly around her, and a pair of thick blue pants. Already she had a pair of no-nonsense, thick-soled boots on and laced up all the way.
Gaily, she bounced over, causing Jason to turn his head and cough slightly as he tried not to stare at the bouncing motion on her chest. “Need me to help you with your shoes?” She asked, grabbing them from the dresser’s top for him.
“I got it,” Jason mumbled, half embarrassed as he took them from her.
“That’ll be all fine then,” Pam laughed, heading back towards the door. “Drink or no,” she asked, stopping to tilt her head to look back at him.
“Some orange juice for breakfast,” he told her softly, “and maybe some French toast if we have time. I’ll be certain to grab my pills and take them. Don’t worry.”
“I’ll let the chef know then,” Pam promised, skipping on out, with the door swinging wide behind her. Glancing sheepishly, Jason stared as he watched the wiggle of her butt as she went down the hall, before she turned the corner and disappeared out of sight.
Smiling slightly to himself after, he eased over and popped open the container holding his daily pills. Picking it up, he tilted the plastic organizer and dumped the pills out into his hand, and then tossed them into the back of his throat and forced himself to swallow.
School itself might suck, Jason thought to himself, but at least his mornings usually weren’t so bad. Sitting back down on his bed, he struggled with his shoes for several moments. By the time he managed to get both on and tied, he was out of breath again and decided to lay back and relax for a few moments before actually getting up and going downstairs for breakfast.
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Breakfast itself was a rather dull and unappealing ritual, just like always for Jason. The chef brought in whatever he’d ordered, laid it before him, bowed solemnly, and then left him sitting all alone at the huge table by himself. Jason’s father didn’t think it was appropriate for the family to mingle with the hired help at meal times, and he and Jason’s mother were usually already up and gone by the time Jason came downstairs.
The trip to school itself was just as mundane and repitative. After breakfast, Penny would notify the chauferer that he was ready and Jason would go outside and sit in the back of whichever vehicle was warmed up and waiting for him. The ride to school was quiet, dull, and also very lonely as the older gentleman driving never spoke to him, except to take directions on where to go. Even after working for his family for several years now, Jason wasn’t even certain if he knew the guy’s name or not. He thought it was Frank, or Hank, or something that ended with an “ank”, but he wasn’t certain.
This morning, like most mornings, quickly turned dull, monotone, and languid for Jason.
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For Pam, mornings were a flurry of furious activity. Wake up. Get dressed. Check on Jason, see if he needed any help. Rush downstairs, let the chef know what to cook. Help do the dishes in the kitchen. Grab herself a quick meal of whatever was fixed and chat with Gerald and Penny for a few brief minutes, before taking time to do up whatever dishes they’d dirtied up. If she still had a little time left, she’d try to sweep and mop the floor in the kitchen and clean down the counters, to help reduce the work her grandmother had left to do.
After that she wrapped up tightly in a thick jacket, gloves, and scarf, and rushed outside and all the way down the block to wait at the bus stop with all the other kids. She couldn’t afford to go to the prestigious private school that Jason and his friends attended – she went to District 27 Public School. Go tigers! (Tigers were the school mascot, and the school colors where orange and black in honor of them.)
The ride to school itself was full of constant laughter, horsing around, and endlessly loud as everyone indulged in their own private conversations with their friends and whoever was sitting nearby them – much to the Pam’s annoyance! All she wanted to do was sit in her seat, not be disturbed by the idiots nearby, and read her books or research whatever found her interest at the moment.
Jason’s morning was one of silence, introspection, and a desire for human contact and communication. Pam’s was one of endlessly rushing, being annoyed by some idiot boy who wanted to ask her out in an attempt to get into her pants, or being pestered by one of the girls close to her age about some stupid cat video or something else worthless they found online.
Neither was exactly leading the life that they dreamed about.
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Getting to school, Jason’s driver waited patiently until he could pull directly in front of the building, before getting out of the car. Ignoring the angry beeps of other drivers in a rush to just drop off their kid and go, he always took time to brush down the wrinkles in the front of his uniform, don his cap, and then walk all the way around the car to open and hold the car door for Jason. To make matters even worse, he had to close the car door and then stand there and watch to make certain that Jason made it all the way inside the school itself, before finally turning and slowly walking back to get into the car and drive off.
All of which was a large source of embarrassment for Jason, so he usually tried to rush away from the school entrance once he’d gotten inside, and find a place to hide until time to head to class. One thing he was always careful about was to keep an eye open for two different groups of people – Mitch and Michael Braxton, and what he considered the “Todd Westley Goonsquad”.
Mitch and Michael Braxton were nothing more than two idiot jocks who liked to bully Jason for being a “lazy, overweight, lard-ass loser”, as they called him. They either didn’t understand that he had a medical condition, or else they simply didn’t care. Active in nearly every sport that the school had, the two boys were extremely popular with the girls, got on fabulously with the teachers, and were the golden children of the coaches.
Many people seemed to be of the opinion that they were able to walk on water and turn it into wine, but Jason hated them. Verbally abusive, they never went so far as to do anything to physically harm him, though they did often make him feel like crap and sometimes took his things from him and ran off and hid them – all in fun, of course.
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Todd Westley and his goons however were a completely different matter. They generally were disliked by everyone, watched by teachers and staff, and ended up in detention, isolation, or sent home on a regular basis. They were more than just playful mischief makers; they were downright criminal in many cases. One two things saved them from serious jail time – they were minors and Todd’s parents were diplomats from another country. No one wanted to cause serious problems with Whogivesafuckstan (as the students called it), so anytime Todd was involved in some petty scheme or other, it was swept under the carpet and quickly forgotten about.
Between the jock brothers harassing him, and the diplo-crooks trying to extort anything useful from him – money, homework, anything at all which they were interested in – Jason’s life at school felt like his own personal hell to him.
This morning wasn’t so bad for him though. He’d managed to keep from falling back asleep, had gotten up just a little late – which was really kind of early for him – and he’d managed to get to school at a time where no one was really expecting him. The path was clear all the way from the entrance to the library, so Jason worked his way there and sat down at the closest desk to the reception area. With an authority figure like the librarian around, he wouldn’t be bothered, so he laid his head down in his arms and closed his eyes, resting for as long as possible, taking as much refuge as he could before he had to head back out and weather the storm that was his school life again.
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When the school bus arrived at her school, Pam always sat and waited to be the last person off, taking time to put up her books and carefully straighten her things. For a while at the beginning of the school year, some jackass boy or another had waited around to try and get her attention, drawn by the large curves of her boobs. Having shot them down, one after another, with cold efficiency and no hint of compassion, they had slowly learned and drifted away. Content now to just sit back and stare at her as she walked by, none of them approached her, considering her to be a “lesbian ice queen.”
Pamela simply tuned them out and completely ignored them. She didn’t have time for the young idiots, and she couldn’t tell people what to look at, or how to look at it. If they wanted to stare at her ass, or watch her boobs sway, that was their problem, not hers. She wasn’t the least bit concerned about what they – or anyone else – thought about her.
They might have dreams, desires, fears, and doubts about what their futures held, but she didn’t. Her grandmother was getting older every year, Jason needed someone to watch over him, and she’d been there long enough to see how kind, gentle, and compassionate he was. She was going to be the one to work for him and take care of him; she knew it, and she was happy with it.
She simply didn’t have time for the jackasses who weren’t serious about any sort of long term relationship – she didn’t think a single one of the jerks was actually looking for anything like marriage or commitment. All they wanted was a good time feeling up her breasts and maybe bouncing her in whatever out of the way corner they could find to do it in.
No thanks. She simply wasn’t interested.
What Pamela was interested in was making the most of her time in school. Every class that she took was an honor’s class, and she was already working on some of the Advanced Placement classes for college credits. She hadn’t decided yet if she was going to go to college after high school or go directly to work for Jason and his family, but she wanted to be prepared no matter what came up. Jason hadn’t announced any intentions to apply for college yet, but she wanted to make certain that her grades and academics was high enough to allow her to follow him wherever he went.
Jason’s father might be somewhat of a pompous jerk, but Jason wasn’t anything like that, and her family owed his a debt that they could never repay. Back during World War 2, her grandmother’s family had been persecuted and locked away for their beliefs. While out at one of the work camps, Jason’s great-grandfather had been instrumental in helping her family to escape and smuggled them abroad.
It wasn’t until after the way that Pamela’s family had learned that he’d been caught, tortured, and send to take their place in Auschwitz, where he died. As the only means of repaying the debt, her family emigrated to America and devoted themselves to serving his. Penny still told tales that her mother told her about those horrors, and she showed photographs of her mother’s tattooed and branded arms to Pamela.
No matter how big a jerk Jason’s father was, that didn’t make up for a drop in the bucket that her grandmother felt they still owed the family for his grandfather’s sacrifice. Penny’s mother had served the family. Penny served the family. Her mother had served until she died in a car accident, and Pamela was going to follow that same tradition. And the fact that Jason was a kindhearted, gentle young man, who took more after his great-grandfather than his father, didn’t hurt any either.
While all the other idiots at school were roaming around with no real purpose or direction in their lives, Pam knew exactly where she was going to be and what she was going to be doing. She was going to be with Jason and taking care of him – and that’s what she devoted herself to wholeheartedly at school. Advanced math classes to help him balance his books if he needed it. Home Economics to improve her cooking, cleaning, and general skills as a caretaker. Health classes so she could learn to take care of him if he got sicker in the future. Each class she took was based on some part on “how can this be useful to him,” or “how can this make his life any easier.”
Pamela didn’t have time for boys, bullies, girly gossip, or mischief making miscreants. If any tried to harass her, she was the type of girl to kick them in the crotch, beat them half to death with whichever book she had in her hands, and then return home, tell Jason’s father, and let him press charges or deal with any fallout that might result from her actions.
Strike once. Strike hard and with certainty. Deal with the issue sufficiently the first time, that the fools will have proper respect not to bother her a second time. Then she can go back to her learning, studies, and work on improving herself so she can take better care of her young master.
Truly, everyone considered her to be a “violent lesbian ice queen”, and her school life was generally worry free, and this morning wasn’t any exception. As she got off the bus, she calmly walked into the school, ignoring all the people around her, and headed to the library. Jason might go there to rest and relax; but she went there to research and learn anything that might be the least bit useful to him.
Today, she logged onto the school’s computers and began to research fantasy dwarves, virtual reality games, and most useful support class character setups.