“Hey! Wake up. Wakey, wakey, wakey already!” Exasperated at her fifth trip into his room to try and wake Jason, Pam was about ready to beat him with her slipper.
“I don’t want to,” Jason muttered sleepily, his head buried deep into his pillow.
“It doesn’t matter if you want to,” Pam reminded him, matter-of-factly. “It’s a school day and you need to attend. You’re not sick, so there’s no excuse just to play hooky!”
“Just a few more minutes,” Jason pleaded softly.
“No.” Grabbing his pillow, Pam began yanking and tugging on it, trying to wrest it from Jason’s grip. “No more minutes. No more seconds. It’s time to get up and you need to get up NOW!” Half yelling the last word, she jerked the pillow hard enough to tug Jason all the way out of the bed and onto the floor.
“OOOOFFF!!” Jason exhaled a large burst of air from his lung as he tumbled out of bed. “Now I really can’t go to school,” he told Pam quietly, pooching his lip out slightly. “I think I’m dying from injuries sustained being slammed into the floor by some crazy pillow-stealing ogre!” Looking up, he couldn’t help but blink foolishly as the position he was in let him see up Pam’s gown, highlighting most of her inner leg all the way up to her pale pink underwear.
“You’re not dying, and I’m not an ogre,” Pam chided him lightly, before leaning down and smacking him several times with the pillow she’d stolen. “Now, can you get up on your own, or do you need some help?” Tossing the pillow back onto his bed, she held down a hand towards Jason.
“I can get up on my own.” Ignoring her hand, Jason slowly eased up to sit on the edge of the bed.
Walking over to his dresser, Pam picked up the stack of clothes laid atop it and carried them over to sit on the bed beside Jason. Grabbing the pair of socks, she sat down cross-legged in the floor and tugged his foot over to her lap without asking and began to slide the first one up over his foot.
“I can do that, you know,” Jason insisted, blushing slightly. Staring down at her as she was pulling on his socks, Jason could catch glimpses of pale soft mounds from inside the top of Pam’s gown as it swayed forward and back and she focused on her task.
“Not this morning, you can’t,” Pam snorted. “You’ve been in bed too long and don’t have time to lollygag around. Let me get this done and over with, and then I’ve got to get myself ready for school as well, or I’m going to end up missing my bus and having to walk the whole way.”
“Sorry,” Jason sighed. Once again, he was just making life difficult for everyone around him.
“Can you get the rest?” Easing up, Pam rubbed a few strands of stray hair out of her face and frowned towards Jason. “Maybe I should help you with everything else real fast,” she half muttered to herself.
“No need.” Shaking his head left to right, Jason tugged off his nightshirt and grabbed his school shirt from the stack of clothes beside him. “I’ve got it from here. You have to get ready yourself still.” Smiling weakly to show he was awake now and capable of being able to take care of himself, he slid the shirt over his arms and began to button it closed.
“Fine. Just don’t forget to take your medicine this morning as well,” Pam reminded him as she turned and slowly eased out the room and down the hallway. Jason couldn’t help stop buttoning his shirt and lean forward so he could watch the slight wiggle of her butt until she walked into her room and casually shut the door behind her.
“If she ever knew I stared at her like that, she’d fuss at me worse than that dwarf woman did last night,” Jason muttered forlornly to himself, before going back to sluggishly buttoning his shirt up.
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“No time. No time. No time!” Yanking her gown off, Pam tossed it unceremoniously across the room and into the corner. Her grandmother would either find it and pick it up sometime later today, or else she’d take care of it when she got home from school this evening. Looking at the clock, she couldn’t believe that she’d let Jason sleep so late! If he wasn’t lucky, he was going to be late for school today – and it’d be all her fault.
Grabbing her bra from where it was sitting folded on her dresser, she crumpled it in her fist and tossed it over to join her gown. It didn’t matter if it was clean or not right now; she simply didn’t have time to worry about it! Grabbing up the pale blue dress from the stack, she wiggled her head and arms into it and tugged it down over her body. For a moment, she hesitated, staring at the sweatpants which were already laid out, but then she ignored them with a shrug. It might be a little cold on her legs while she walked to the bus stop, but the bus and the school itself were warm enough.
If she was a little chilled this morning, it only served her right for letting Jason oversleep the way she did. Ignoring the pants, and even the socks which were laid out beside them, Pam turned and dashed out the door and down the steps. She had to rush it, if Jason was going to have time to eat anything this morning!
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She certainly didn’t want him to have to suffer just because she couldn’t do her job properly!
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Jason stared down the hall as Pam dashed out of her room and down the stairs, taking them two or three steps at a time. He couldn’t help but wonder how the heck she managed to change so fast? He’d barely even finished buttoning up his shirt and she’d had time to change completely already!
Sighing, he couldn’t help but shake his head sadly as he pulled off his pajamas; it was just another example of how slow and sorry he was. Everyone claimed girls took forever to change clothes, yet Pam had changed from what she slept in to clothes for school, in a fraction of the time it took him to get dressed. Sighing heavily, he eased up and stared to pull his school pants on.
What’d that say about him, when he took longer to get dressed than a woman did?
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Rushing through the kitchen, didn’t bother to try and tell the cook to fix anything for Jason. They were running late and the bastard didn’t know how to rush at all! Everything had to be done properly, seasoned just right, and yadda yadda yadda! Idiot cook!
Completely ignoring the older gentleman, Pam yanked down one of the large frying pans and sprayed it with whatever non-stick cooking spray was handy. Rushing to the fridge, she yanked out the eggs, cheese, and ham and dashed back over to the stove and turned the cooking eye on high.
Furiously, she rushed to crack one after another into the pan, not even bothering to count how many she used. There were a few open spots in the carton when she started, and she didn’t stop until she ran out of eggs to use. Grabbing a fork from the nearby drawer, she rapidly began to stir the eggs back and forth in the pan as it got hot.
“Quit zat! Zee will ruin the pan!” Half screeching, the cook rushed to grab at the handle of the frying pan.
“Lay off!” Stabbing downward, Pam would’ve impaled his hand with her fork, except he jerked it back away to safety first. “I don’t screw with your cooking. You keep your grubby ass paws away from mine!”
“Well I never!” Looking shocked, the old cook tossed his hat down into the sink and stormed out of the kitchen.
“Well, I guess you have now,” Pam mumbled under her breath, as she went back to furiously scrambling the egg in the pan, before sitting the fork down and opening up the package of shredded cheese. “I wonder how much of this to use,” she muttered to herself before shrugging and dumping half the package into pan. Grabbing the fork back up, she raked the mixture together back and forth a few times to keep the eggs from sticking to the bottom of the pan.
“No time to cook the ham,” she reminded herself as she sat the fork down and ripped open the package. Luckily this was already sliced so she didn’t have to worry about that too! With a relieved sigh, she tugged off several paper towels from where they hung near the fridge and laid them out on the counter. Pulling several slices of ham out of the package, she layered them one half across the other atop the paper towels, before going back to stirring her egg and cheese mixture.
Frowning, she couldn’t help but ask herself, “Is this done?” It was hard to tell what was runny egg yolk and what was melted cheese now. “Just a moment more is okay I guess,” she told herself. Looking around, she grabbed up the nearby pepper container and thoroughly sprinkled it across the mixture in the pan several times.
“Guess I’ll call it finished!” Laughing lightly, Pam clicked off the oven eye and started scooping the mixture out and laying it in piles atop the ham. Once she was satisfied she had enough on one, she went and repeated the process on the next pile of meat. When she was finished, she rolled the rest of the ham up over the egg mixture and then folded the paper towel around it to hold it all in place.
“Breakfast wraps!” Beaming proudly to herself, Pam couldn’t help but laugh at her own creativeness as she carried one in each hand and headed back out of the kitchen, ignoring the mess behind her. The cook could deal with everything later, or else her grandmother would just let it pile up in the sink and make her deal with it when she got back from school.
For now, she was just happy that she’d finished in time!
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“I’ve got your breakfast,” Pam beamed up at Jason, holding out a wrap in each hand as he started down the steps. “Come grab these and you can eat them in the car on the way to school. I’ll help you with your shoes as soon as you take them. Have you took your medicine this morning?” Even though she was trying to calm down and slow down, Pam was still rushing wildly from one topic to the other.
“Umm… Sure?” Taking the two wraps from Pam, Jason suddenly found himself caught up in her pace as she pushed him towards the door. Getting there, she bent down and grabbed both his shoes before yanking on his pants leg to make him lift his foot one after the other so she could put them on him.
“Your jacket,” Pam told him, tugging it down from the coatrack and holding it out. “Here, I’ll help you with it, since your hands are full. Give me your left arm,” she commanded, waiting for him to hold it out so she could work the sleeve over it and pull the jacket around his body. “And now your right,” she repeated the process, before opening the door.
“And now you’re all set to go,” Pam assured him, grabbing up his school pack and carrying it out to the car. “Hurry up,” she called back at him, “the ground’s cold and I haven’t put my own shoes on yet!”
“Sorry,” Jason muttered softly, trudging to catch up as Pam laughed, opened the car door, and slid his pack over to the other side.
Pam was laughing and smiling as he slid himself into the vehicle, before slamming the door shut behind him. “And still a few minutes to spare I think,” she proudly beamed at the driver, before turning and rushing back inside the house. She still had to get her own shoes and jacket on!
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Jason waited quietly until the driver got in and started down the road, before finally sitting one wrap down on the seat beside him. Frowning, he peeled back the paper towel and stared confused at the gooey ham and melted cheese mess inside.
“What the heck is wrong with the cook today?” He asked himself, wrinkling his nose in confusion. “Where’s the bread? How am I supposed to eat this without making the world’s worse mess? And where the heck is my drink?”
Sighing heavily, he dropped both wraps into the small plastic bag the driver kept in the car for trash and shook his head from side to side. “I guess I’ll have to try and grab something from the school cafeteria this morning,” he told himself. “And I might have to talk to mother about the cook. I wonder if he was drunk or something this morning?”