Aunt Joan and Jenny - The Story Continues. By gregnick1@hotmail.com Joan reflects on Jenny's progress 6 months after their fateful weekend of dominance. - Note: This is a continuation of the "Attitude Adjustments from Aunt Joan" series, which you may want to catch up on before reading this. Enjoy! The first thing Joan noticed when she woke up was a splitting headache. She rolled over and caught the clock out of the corner of one blurry eye. It read 11:30. "I guess I missed yoga," she thought as she brought her hands to her head. The next thing she noticed, as she began to take inventory of herself, was that she was naked. WellÉalmost naked. Her bra lay loosely around her shoulders, unclasped and fallen to the side and she had one thigh-high stocking still pulled up on her left leg. That was about it. She wiggled her toes and felt the fishnet fabric, then reached down and snapped the elastic that lay stretched around her full thigh. "God what a night," she thought. You see it was her birthday. Actually today, Sunday, was her real birthday but the girls had taken her out last night to celebrate. The problem was that "girls" was the operative word here. The whole gang was a good ten years younger than her, with the youngest being just 22. They were a mish-mosh of yoga, judo and bar friends that Joan had picked up along the way. And boy did they love Joan. At 42, whoops make that 43, she was sort of a spiritual leader to many of them. She was seasoned, experienced and wise and, at the age of 42, she still had the bod of a 30-year- old athlete. Not to mention, as her younger judo friends put it, she still "kicked major booty". She seemed to attract women and young girls who were looking for guidance and inspiration. In the past she would haven't made herself so socially available, but after her experience with her niece Jenny, Joan had started to soften her hard exterior. "God, I'm getting too old for this," she mumbled to herself laughing at the obvious clichŽ. She stumbled to the bathroom, tripping over clothes, fallen lamps and a few empty wine bottles. A quick peak into her living room revealed even more disarray. It was starting to come back to her now Ð the bar hopping, the clubbing, the shots, the dancing andÉahhh yesÉthe late night at Joan's place. She seemed to remember a 6 woman wrecking crew heading back to her apartment along with one male hanger-on who had become the designated coat boy for the night. "What a sad sack," she thought to herself. Peter was a young guy in his twenties, socially awkward and seemingly friendless. He joined the judo dojo in an effort to build some confidence and strength, but Joan suspected he was looking for a few friends too. Either way, he was terrible at both judo and friend making. A while back, Joan caught one of the cockier dojo members picking on Peter after class one day. In an act of pity, she quickly put the guy down in front of his mates and made him made him apologize to Peter as she sat on his neck. After the crowd had split up, save for Peter, Joan decided to emphasize her point with the seat of her running pants pressed firmly against the jerk's nose and mouth. "Just remember, there's always someone better than you," she said to the wide eyes staring up at her. "Got it?" she barked with a jerk of her pelvis. The guy moaned in agreement then skulked off and never bothered Peter again. From that day on Peter was enamored of Joan, always seeking judo advice from her on holds and throws. "Is this right Joan? Can you show me this hold Joan?" Or to other people in class, "The way Joan does it is this wayÉ" The other girls giggled and teased Joan about "Peter the Puppy", but she just rolled her eyes and laughed it off. "What happened to him last night?" Joan thought as she continued to shake out the cobwebs. All she remembered was the girls downing beers and having a mock fights; with the judo studiers playfully hip-tossing the bartenders and the yoga instructors showing the judo gals how to do headstands. It was pretty fun actually. She remembered throwing a hammerlock, come-along on Peter while one of the girls tried to pour a tequila shot down his unwilling throat. "I hope he's not in the trunk of one of the girl's cars," she thought with a smile as she started to run a bath. She stripped off her silly one-stocking, opened-bra outfit on and slipped into the warm soapy water. A couple of aspirins, a soak and a veggie sandwich were just what the doctor ordered. She placed a warm washcloth over her head and relaxed letting the bubbles fill up. Joan's mind drifted to Jenny as it often did these days. The experience with her niece had been life altering to say the least. For the first time since her child-hood Joan felt a connection to her sister Sandy; Jenny's mom. It was so nice to open up the lines of communication and strengthen the bond. The connection with Jenny was sisterly and maternal at the same time. What ever it was, it was a kinship between two like-minded female warriors. Some people formed a friendship over a shared movie, a shared work experience or even a shared joint. Jenny and Joan bonded over a shared face! Ð In the form of a prostrate Josh. The two lionesses had downed a prey and feasted on his face with their hungry crotches. Only a fellow hunter could know how that felt, and now 6 months after the incident they still shared that deep connection. After that fateful weekend the three Hoover women Joan, Sand and Jenny had promised to keep tight. Joan and Jenny had started out staying in touch with late night phone conversations until Jenny, finally dragged them both into the 20th century with e-mail. With huffs, puffs, giggles and "Duhs!" Jenny talked the two through opening up e-mail accounts. Joan even went out and bought a computer, something she never thought she would do, and now she was hooked. From: JoanHoover123@yahoo.com came the first e-mail to Jenny Subject: This is cool This is so cool. Call me when you get this. How long does it take to get it? Call me when you get this. Jenny laughed at her aunt's dorky first e-mail. Even though Joan was probably expecting a call, Jenny e-mailed her right back. She had to train her in how to do it. To: JoanHoover123@yahoo.com Subject: Re: This is cool It's instant dorko! The whole point is NOT calling. We can chat and e-mail all day without having to get on the phone. Fun, right? Anyway, I'm psyched. Just got back from Judo and we learned Kani Basmi- flying scissors. I totally thought of you. It was hard but awesome. You just totally fly at the person and scissor him in mid-air. My ass is sore from practicing. Josh is totally hiding out because he knows I just learned a new technique and he knows that every time I do he's instant practice dummy. I think I'll practice sitting on the back of his head and grinding his face into the grass tooÉ:) That was a smiley face by the way. Write back quick. I'm in the middle of stretching out. Oh and get a cooler e-mail name! Ð did you see mine? Joan gasped when she got the instant response. She didn't know why she was being such a schoolgirl. She knew about e-mails but never did it. It really didn't fit with her outlaw image, but that was changing like everything else. Joan had completely missed Jenny's moniker. She scanned for it at the top. "From: niceto_pinyou@aol.com" "So clever," she thought as she giggled. "And so cute!" Anyway, thing progressed from there. Joan quickly got in stride and the two of them began sharing their lives all through the summer and into the start of Jenny's freshman year in high school. Mostly the conversation revolved around one thingÉyou guessed itÉboy beating! From: niceto_pinyou@aol.com To: JoanHoover123@yahoo.com Subject: pool Oh my God, I had this totally run-in with this kid at the pool today. He was like snapping his towel at all these other kids like he was in 4th grade or something. It's so stupid but it's annoying and it hurts if he connects. All these other kids were getting so sick of him doing it, but no one stopped him. I told him to stop but he just tried to blow my off. I totally goaded him into going out back and settling it. All these other kids came to watch. I had never fought in a bathing suit before and was kinda psyched. I remembered to put my shoes on too. I looked kinda dumb, but when we got into it, he was totally slipping all over the wet grass. I did some throws and holds and stuff. Typical guy, all bark and no bite. I had him winded in like 4 minutes. Anyway, I got him down and was sitting on the back of his head facing his feet. I turned my leg in and had my calf tucked under his throat with my foot connected to my other leg in a figure four. Basically my ass was on top of his head and I was pushing him down onto my calf. I just put my hands on my hips and I could totally choke him just by sitting down slightly. I would rise up and just bring myself down to make him cough and gag. All the kids were just watching me torture this jerk. I knew his friends were there so I rose up and slowly picked the wedge out of my suite as I looked back over my shoulder at them and then settled down as if to say, "you're next bitch!" They totally backed off. Some of the weaker kids and nerds were still pissed and loving it. So I had the kid rise up on his knees while I was sitting on him. I got a wrist and hammer-locked his arm and told him to crawl his knees under himself and raise his ass up in the air. I just yelled, "Go ahead!" and all the kids started snapping him. The dude was screaming. The back of his legs was beat red, and I was still choking him out too. It was awesome. Anyway, I flipped him over and put him in a tight schoolgirl (which was awesome in my wet bathing suit by the way) and was just going to mess with him a while, make him a nice grass sandwich and see if I could build up a tingleÉ:) but this one girl just stuck around the whole time. She was just staring and she started asking questions about how I did stuff. We ended up talking for like a half hour. The dude was actually starting to fall asleep (or pass out). I kept pumping him to wake him up. Her name was Margaret and she was pretty cool. I put the guy in a wristlock, bent him down and made him kiss her feet before a let him go. She seemed to dig it. I got her to come by Judo and check it out. Anyway, what's up with you? Peace, J From: JoanHoover123@yahoo.com To: niceto_pinyou@aol.com Subject: RE: pool That is so amazing! God I wish I had a lazy summer and a pool full of boys to play with. Don't ever get old! Sorry for the clichŽ. But anyway, that's great. Just be careful not to bust one of these kid's windpipes or break an arm unless you're in a true self-defense situation. And knocking out Josh in a head-scissor just because he used your dental floss is NOT self defense, smart ass!...: ) It sounds like you're using just the right amount of force, so have fun and be careful. I have to go get ready. I picked up another manager's shift at the bar and I added another day to my "Ladies" judo class that I'm, teaching. It's become quite popular if I don't say so myself. I keep some of my regulars up to date on your exploits. They can't wait to meet you! Also have a date tonight Ð ugh! I don't know if I like this guy and I'm not sure how he'll respond when I tell him my thoughts on "his place" in the relationship. It's so much harder when you're older. You can't just scissor and smother them and expect them to come back for more. Most macho guys don't take to well to that, as I'm sure you know. Anyway, tonight if I think it's not going anywhere and I don't want to see him again, I'll take him down and use him, maybe crack open a bottle of wine! After that, I suspect he won't come back. It's not like they run home to their friends with a face full of girl-cum and say, "guess what guys. I met this great woman who knocked me out between her legs and yelled 'who's your mommy?' while she humped my nose all night!" Sorry so graphic. Anyway, gotta go. I'll talk to you later. Oh, and look for my new e-mail address Ð HooverHeadHen@yaoo.com - get it? A hen sits on eggs, and I sit onÉyou get it! thought of something good. Oh and it sounds like you made a friend Ð Margaret! AJ And so it went on through the summer and into the start of Jenny's freshman year; where she continued to blossom. She was now pushing 5'8" and was trading in some of her old chub for lean muscle. She joined the track team again and was packing on muscle to those ever-lengthening legs. Between that, judo and her now found popularity she was pretty busy and infinitely happier. In "Margie" she found a best friend, confidant and admirer. It was no secret why Margie stayed behind to watch Jenny humiliate that kid at the pool. While the boys left in shame and the girls left in boredom mixed with a tinge of revulsion at Jenny having turned the traditional sex roles around, Margie had stayed. After Margie's first Judo class and an all-night girl-talk session, there were no secrets left between them. She told her all about Josh and invited her over for a sleepover where in the privacy of her bedroom Jenny used Josh to induct Margie into her world. Every hold was applied and re-applied that night, first by Jenny and then by the shorter stockier brunette, Margie. While other girls did nails and hair, they did Josh, in painstaking teen- girl detail; prattling on and on into the night. And by 2:00 am Jenny had finally turned her schoolgirl pin into a face-sit. The drawstrings at the front of Jenny's tight yoga pants danced on Josh's forehead as she revealed even deeper secrets to Margie. Josh limped to school for a week but never said a word. You see, he had turned into a non-entity at home something to be shooed away by Jenny and her mom, or summoned at will. He was completely neutralized. Jenny had sat on him so many times and pumped Aunt Joan's "CPR" lesson into his chin so many times that he recited it whenever Jenny so much as looked at him. "Courtesy, Politeness and Respect!" he would sound off as Jenny sauntered into his bedroom while brushing her teeth for bed. She would coolly stroll over to him not saying a word while he nervously sat at his desk doing his homework and praying for her not to attack. She would eye him up and down then let a slow glob of toothpaste spit fall into his desk. She had him so mixed up he never knew when the beatings were coming. She would be completely at ease with him, almost kind sometimes. Other times, she would fly off the handle for the slightest infraction, putting him into a shoulder-shattering, wrist wrenching hold and kneeling him down in front of the open refrigerator to screw the top back onto the orange juice container. She would throw her legs over his shoulders in a standing head scissor and tell him to make sure that all the lids on all the containers were fastened. From between her thighs Josh did as he was told. And she knew what she was doing, She didn't care about the container lids she just wanted to mess with him. Most of the time she tried to keep this from her mother but they both knew Ð everyone in the house knew what was going on. She and her mother actually enjoyed keeping up the little game. Josh was so polite and respectful now, cleaning up doing the dishes and doing his homework. Sandy pretended as if it was all by some strange miracle. Meanwhile they all knew that Jenny was breaking him down behind closed doors. I mean who wouldn't notice the red eyes and the burst blood vessels in his face as he sat at the dinner table?! Or the twin red marks on Jenny's thighs coming out from underneath her short, shorts. Who couldn't see the hangdog look of defeat on Josh and the sweet smile of satisfaction on Jenny? It was a strange household, but one that worked for Jenny and her mom; and Joan got to be a participant in all of it. From: JennysMom41@aol.com To: HooverHeadHen@yahoo.com Subject: Monster Your niece is such a little monster. The girl is too much! Last night we were sitting at dinner eating. I had made pureed turnips because Jenny insisted that they were full of healthy riboflavin or something. Gee, I wonder where she got that ideaÉ; )? Anyway, she's talking a mile a minute like she always does now (which I love. Thank You. Thank You. Thank You!) She's talking and she stops and notices that Josh hasn't touched his whipped turnips. She gets all accusatory. "Why aren't you eating them? Why don't you like them?" she says. The poor kid is trying to explain that he doesn't like them. Hell, I didn't even like them! I'm trying to hide my laughter and Jenny is just laying into him. "My mother went out of her way to make this healthy meal and this is the thanks you give her?!!" She pushes his plate aside and sets the bowl of turnips in front of him. He's pleading by now, looking at me. I just shrug. "Eat!" she keeps saying. "Eat!" He's almost in tears. It was pathetic. Suddenly, she grabs his hand in one of your wristlocks. One of your "come-alongs" I suspect. I tried to reason with her but she stands him up and says, "No Mom. He has to Learn!" I'm dying because the poor kid has already been schooled about a hundred times on everything. He couldn't get any more subservient. I just went about clearing the table. Jenny scoops up the bowl and marches Josh into her bedroom. CLANK, THUNK, DONK! I hear the usual sounds of bodies hitting the floor. I tiptoe down the hall and peak in. I see Jenny with her skirt hiked up and Josh in the tightest 69 reverse head-scissor you can imagine. She's up on her hands looking back over her shoulder and growling at him. "How dare you!" His jaw is wired shut between her upper thighs. His eyes are glazed over and staring up at the ceiling and his hands are resting uselessly on her butt cheeks. The bowl of turnips is sitting there. It was like I went back in time and was watching you or something. I finally tiptoed out of there to go finish the dishes. Finally, an hour later, the two of them come walking out of the room. She parades him out to the living room. "Mom, Josh has something he would like to say to you," she says. "I'm sorry for my rude behavior. I truly enjoyed the turnip puree." he says just standing there with his eyes to the ground, and a little bit of turnip on the side of his face. She twists his ear and he holds up an empty bowl. Then! Here is the kicker! I giggle a bit and say "Thank you Josh. That was very kind." I look down and, I swear on the grave of our father, I see small chunks of whipped turnips on the edge of Jenny's toes. I almost died!!!! That's one way to feed someone. Even you weren't that sadistic!!!! Too much I tell you! Seriously though, it's nice having this wonderful, vibrant daughter. I just worry about her grades though. Ironically, Josh's grades have skyrocketed since he's been subjugated to his room and Jenny's have dipped. I love her new friends (Margie especially) and her new spirit but I wish she would even it out a bit. Maybe you can talk to her Love Sandy. Joan loved that one. She kept the good ones in a file and would forward them to some of her close friends. They got such a huge kick out of it. From: HooverHeadHen@yahoo.com To: niceto_pinyou@aol.com Subject: Grades So your mom tells me you've upped Judo classes to three a week and sometimes a fourth on Sunday? She says between that and track, you're pretty occupied. She also said that your grades aren't too good and that she got a call from some kid's mom who came home with bruised ribs and convenient amnesia about what had happened. Hmmm? Sounds like you have some guilty thighsÉ Anyway, you know I'm not gonna lecture to you about this stuff. It would be hypocritical. But I do know exactly how you feel. I'm probably the only one who does! I know it's hard to study when all you can think about is sitting on chins, but you gotta try. Think of it as beating the boys mentally too, so that you can kick their assess both in and out of the classroom. Every "A" you get is like stomping on the chest of every kid who got a "C" I know it's corny, but try for your Aunt Joan. From: niceto_pinyou@aol.com To: HooverHeadHen@yahoo.com Subject: RE: Grades I know! I know! I know! I'm gonna try. But it's soooooo boring compared to everything else. Maybe if Josh gave me more fight at home I wouldn't have to get my aggressions out at school. He's sooooo lame. I walked into his room the other day like I was gonna challenging him, and he just backed down, got to his knees and kept saying, "I submit. I submit. I submit!" I didn't even touch him yet!!! He was like, "Please can we just say that 'I submit' all the time! I don't need to be put in holds. I submit!" I just stood over him in disgust. I didn't know what to do, I was so mad and flustered, I just made him eat the eraser off the tip of his pencil and walked out of there. Whaaaaa!!!!! J. From: HooverHeadHen@yaoo.com To: niceto_pinyou@aol.com Subject: RE; RE: Grades Ok, but don't tell your mom I gave you this one. You're bored, I know. I had this stupid little game I would play with this ex-boyfriend from a long time ago. I had already had him wrapped around my little finger and had my legs wrapped around every body part he had, so I played this game called "Lips to Pocket". Whenever I got mad at him, or I was just bored I would say "Ok, lips to pocket!" and he would have to get on his knees or bend down at the waist and put his lips right in the middle of my jean pocket Ð and yes they were Jordache Jeans wise ass! Tight ones too! Anyway I just went about my business and he had to follow me around the apartment and keep them there. If I felt them disconnect or go outside the borders of the rectangular stitching I would do something - kick to the shin or punch to the gut. I made him do it for like an hour. He eventually got tired and couldn't keep up, then I would just kick his ass. By that time I was pretty hot from the game and I wanted a release anyway. The point is! I did get stuff done while I enforced "Lips to Pocket". I did dishes, balanced check books, etc. Get some homework done! Let the poor kid do his homework than have him go lips to pocket while you lay on your bed and study. You go girl! AJ From: niceto_pinyou@aol.com To: HooverHeadHen@yaoo.com Subject: LTP Oh my God "Lips to Pocket" rules! And I actually got some work done too!!! I showed Margie and she was cracking up. She's so funny. She made up another game too. Since Josh is like "I submit. I submit all the time", Margie started looking up the phrase in other languages, like how you say, "I submit" in French - "Je soumets". So now when we put him in holds he has to remember the different translations. Like I put him in Tate Shio Gatame the other day and made him submit in German. If he doesn't remember, I walk him to the computer and make him look it up, then put him back in the hold and have him repeat it. It's so stupid, but so fun. He learns quick! He's becoming such a book-worm. Also it seriously helps Margie learn her holds too. Gotta Go. Don't tell my mom but Margie and I are going shopping for thongs! I've never had one. We have a freshman dance coming up and a friend's mom is letting us hang in their basement afterwards. The boys are already are talking about "2 minutes in the closet". Margie and I are planning on turning into "20 minutes with your nose in my thong" I can't believe I just wrote that!!!!!!! I'll tell you how it goes!!! J Joan opened her eyes still lying in her tub. She smiled thinking about Jenny's last e-mail. "Crazy kid", she thought. Her body was on the mend. Her headache was now manageable. She slipped out of the tub and into her favorite bathrobe. She grabbed a cup of coffee and a V8 juice for some nutrients. She didn't even bother with cleaning up the living room. She didn't want to deal right now. Instead, she brought her laptop back to her bedroom and activated the wireless. She was gonna cozy in and do some e-mailing. She opened up her account and was greeted with a flood of e-mails. After weeding out the spam, she culled it down to ten or so birthday e-mails. Her eyes instantly went to niceto_pinyou@aol.com. "Ah, Jenny," she thought, "This should be good." Surprisingly, the note was very short Subject: Happy Birthday Happy Birthday Aunt Joan! Margie and I put together a little party for you. Check out the attachments. Confused at first, Joan then saw the attachments connected to the e-mail. They were "MPGs" After fumbling a bit, she clicked and dragged them to her desktop where they started slowly loading. "Huh, I wonder what these are?" she thought To be continuedÉ As always, comments can be sent to gregnick1@hotmail.com. Thanks.