The Adjustment
by M.C.
When two families unite, a macho father and his son learn the hard way who will be in charge.


Helen Sampson - a brilliant attorney who had been tragically widowed two years
before when her loving husband was killed in an automobile accident - couldn't
believe her eyes ...it was George. Helen and George had dated briefly in their
senior year in high school. She was the star of the women's basketball team
and he, the power hitting third baseman on the baseball team. After graduation
they went off to different universities and lost touch with each other. Helen
hadn't seen George in nearly twenty-five years but here he was, at their 25th
high school reunion. Ignoring the stares from many of her former classmates,
the beautiful, well built blond walked over to the still handsome George and
introduced herself. He was as surprised to see her as she had been to see him.

Over the course of the next few hours, Helen learned that George was a widower
(his wife had died of cancer three years earlier), has a 17 year-old son
(Helen herself has a 17 year- old daughter), and is doing very well in real
estate. They spent the entire evening together... and then some. During the
next several weeks they saw each other frequently; very frequently in fact.
Helen felt that after two years she needed male companionship again and Susan,
her daughter, needed a father figure. George had similar feelings. One thing
led to another and - just two months after that meeting at their high school
reunion - Helen and George tied the matrimonial knot.

Because George's house was larger than Helen's - and much closer to her law
office - Helen sold her home (not surprisingly George was the realtor) and,
with her daughter, moved into his. For the first few weeks everything seemed
to go smoothly; until one day...

"John, what the hell happened to you?" George asked his son who was lying on
his bed and crying. George had just come home from his real estate office and
heard his son sobbing in his room. John had a black eye and a swollen lip; the
result of what appeared to be a rather comprehensive beating. But what irked
his father even more was that was his son, a tough 185 pound high school
wrestler, had his pants pulled down around the thighs and his buttocks were
red; as if he had been spanked. "John!" his father demanded," who did this to
you?"

Ten minutes later.

"Helen," George said angrily as he entered their bedroom," we need to have a
talk."

"Sure honeybunch," his new wife responded in a sweet voice,"what's up?" Helen
was sitting on her dresser in front of the mirror, calmly brushing her long,
beautiful blond hair.

"My son John just told me something that I find extremely difficult to
believe...and very disturbing if it's true."

"Oh really? What did he tell you sweetie pie?"

"He said that your daughter Susan beat him up and spanked him; and now she's
taking over his life! Can that possibly be true?"

"It may be honey. I know they were having some problems about the loud music
your son plays while Susan tries to study. She also said he's not doing very
well in school, tends to hang out with a bad crowd, his room's a mess and he
never helps out around the house. I think Susan's worried about her new
step-brother."

"So what did you tell her to do about it?" George asked, exasperated.

"I simply told her that she and John are both young adults and they should
settle the matter between them. As they're now step-siblings, I felt it's up
to them to find a solution."

"You call beating up and spanking my son a solution? What kind of daughter are
you raising here Helen?"

Helen put down her hairbrush and looked at her new husband for a few moments;
she appeared to be weighing very carefully what she would say next. "The
daughter I'm raising George, is one that does her homework on time, gets
excellent grades, keeps her room clean, helps with the household chores and
tries to get along with her new step-brother and step-father. None of which, I
might add, your son John seems to show the slightest interest in doing."

"Are you saying I'm not raising my son correctly?"

"What I'm saying is that John is doing "C" work in school when he could be
doing much better, never cleans his room nor lifts a finger to help around the
house. He speaks to me as if I were his maid, not his step-mother. In my law
office people refer to me as Ms. Sampson. Now I know it's been hard on the two
of you since your wife passed away - believe me, I know how hard it is - but
somebody has to take responsibility for your son's upbringing. I'm sorry to
have to say this to you George but it has to be said - you don't seem to be
doing a very good job of it. Since my daughter and I are now a part of this
family, and I work extremely long hours, I gave that responsibility to someone
who seems to care about your son...Susan."

"You what? You gave the responsibility of raising my son to your 17 year-old
daughter?"

"Yes I did George, for the time being anyway. Susan will see to it that John
does his schoolwork, hangs out with decent people in school, keeps his room
clean and does his chores around the house. She'll also help him with his
wrestling. From the matches I've seen John in so far there's a great deal he
can do to improve his wrestling skills and Susan will show him how. And, while
we're on the subject of household chores honey, I've made up a list of things
for you to do too."

When he heard this, George went ballistic."Just what in the hell is going on
here Helen? You and your daugther can't just come in here and take over our
lives!"

The powerfully built, five foot-nine inch, 175 pound woman rose from her
dresser and slowly began to approach her new husband with a very serious look
on her face. When she came close, Helen reached out and grabbed the six
foot-two inch, 215 pound man firmly by the collar of his shirt and yanked him
towards her so that they were literally nose-to-nose. Surprised by both her
audacity as well as her strength, George was momentarily speechless."Not only
can we...we have," Helen said sternly."I think it's time we had a little
family meeting. There are a few things our families need to straighten out."

A moment later George found himself being dragged out of the bedroom and into
their large living room by his smaller, but amazingly strong wife. "Susan!"
Helen called out to her daughter, "it's time to do what we discussed
yesterday." Susan's bedroom door opened and out stepped a gorgeous, 17
year-old blond; a virtual carbon copy of her mother. "Please bring your
step-brother out here honey, we're going to have a family conference." The
solidly built, five foot-six inch, 150 pound girl flashed her mother a
beautiful smile and went into John's room. A few seconds of quiet were
followed by SLAP! SMASH! CRACK! SLAM! POW! The door opened and out came the
smiling girl, dragging her six foot, 185 pound step-brother by the hair behind
her.

Susan tossed the high school wrestler to the floor, removed her shoes and
socks and then jumped on top of him. As Helen watched with pride - and George
with horror - Susan easily beat the larger boy around the room, giggling as
she did. She finished him off by wrapping her powerful thighs around his neck
and nearly squeezing him into unconsciousness."He's such a wimp," Susan smiled
up at her mother," but a real cutie pie too."

Helen then looked up at George," O.K. big boy, now it's your turn." Although
he outweighed Helen by some 40 pounds, and was in excellent shape, George soon
found himself also being tossed all over the room by his smaller wife while
Susan cheered her mother on. Helen was faster, more experienced and - much to
George's dismay - stronger than he was. "He's a wimp too," Helen laughed as
she threw George into their large couch, knocking it over,"but I'll toughen
him up in time." In desperation, George made the mistake of trying to hit her
with his fist. Helen easily blocked it and gave him a bloody nose in return.
"I think we should stick to wrestling honey," Helen laughed," it's safer for
you." A few minutes later Helen too had her man trapped in-between her
muscular thighs. Mother and daughter were lying on the carpet opposite each
other now, laughing hysterically as they toyed with their helpless victims.

"This is fun mom," Susan laughed as she playfully tweeked John's nose,"we
should make this a daily event; tee, hee, hee."

"Maybe we will honey," Helen replied. "Not daily though, these guys can't
handle that; bi-weekly perhaps." Helen released her sissor hold around
George's neck and he slumped to the floor on his back, gasping for air. His
beautiful wife then sat down on his chest while her daughter did the same with
John. "Don't these men make comfy seats mom? "

"That, they certainly do,"Helen giggled, then she became serious." O.K. guys,
Susan and I have been living in this household for more than a month now and
there are many things we find very unsatisfatory about the way you boys do
things. So from this moment on we're going to make a few adjustments in your
lives."

For the next half hour the powerful woman and her daughter laid down the law
to George and John. Susan would indeed take charge of John - making sure he
does his schoolwork, has decent friends, keeps his room orderly and helps out
around the house. George would also have household chores to do (Helen firmly
believes that working together builds strong family bonds) and every weekend
they would go on outings together; like every good family should. "I know it
may be difficult for you macho men to accept the adjustments that we women are
imposing on you - being members of the *weaker* sex and all - but I'm sure
that in the long run you'll see the wisdom of what Susan and I are doing."

Lying on the carpet with these two powerful women sitting on top of them,
dictating how things were going to be from now on, both George and John broke
down and began to sob. Helen reached over and gently patted her husband on the
head,"there, there now honeybunch,"she cooed softly, "mommy's going to make
things all right...just like I did with Freddy, my first husband."

"You had to do this to daddy too?" Susan asked, surprised.

"I never told you the story of how your father and I met honey?"

"No mom, you never did."

"Well then, I guess this is as good a time as any. But first..." Helen took
one of Susan's socks that was lying near-by and rolled it up into a tight
ball. She then stuffed it into George's mouth so his crying wouldn't disturb
her. She then tossed the other sock across to Susan who did the same thing to
John. "Men, they're such crybabies. Now, where to begin..."

"When I was in my junior year at college studying pre-law, I though it would
be a good idea if I joined the debating team to hone my skills at verbal
fencing. Freddy, your father, was the captain of the team and one of the most
handsome men I've ever seen. But he was such a chauvanist at the time that he
didn't want a girl on his team. This angered me so I challenged him to a
debate - he could choose any topic and take any side and I'd take the opposite
position. If I won, he'd have to accept me on the team. So he picked
Capitalism vs. Socialism and he would take the Capitalist side."

"Gee, that was quite a challenge mom."

"Not really honey (giggles). After our debate I had almost convinced him to
join the Communist party. Why do you think your mother is such a good lawyer?"

"So daddy let you on the debating team?"

"Well, not exactly dear. I had so dominiated him that he was embarrassed. He
started making excuses for losing to a woman; you know men. If the debate
hadn't been held indoors, he'd probably have said the sun was in his eyes too.
I got so annoyed with his chauvanistic attitude that I told him he could
choose *anything* and I'd beat him. Do you know what your father chose?"

"What mom?"

"Boxing. He was the middleweight boxer on the university's boxing team; so we
boxed."

"And?"

"Well as you know honey I'm a pretty good athlete and his attitude had riled
me up quite a bit - your mother had quite a temper back in those days. So I
decided to teach this macho man a good lesson. As I was beating him up he
began to lose his cool. And when I knocked him down for the third or fourth
time, I giggled. Then he completely lost it and called me a 'bitch'."

"Oh no, he didn't."

"Yes he did, unfortunately. Well, I really wailed into your father after that.
But then when I saw the paramedics carrying him off to the hospital on a
stretcher I felt really bad. Ironically though, because of that beating I gave
him I was able to replace Freddy in both the debating and boxing teams."

"How did that happen?"

"Well honey, it's hard to do either when your jaw is wired shut."

" Right (giggle). So how'd you do at boxing?"

"Not too bad for a girl. I knocked out the first four opponents I faced. But
then, right before my fifth match, the coach for the other team brought up an
obscure college rule about women not being allowed to box against men; so I
was disqualified."

"Gee, that's too bad."

"Yes, it was. I did get some measure of revenge though (evil smile); I kicked
that coach's ass in the parking lot after the match."

"Really mom? That's great!"

"Yes, it felt really good. Normally the sight of a grown man crying makes me
sad (Helen leaned over and kissed George on the forehead) but in his case I
made an exception. Anyway, I visited your father everyday while he was in the
hospital and the more I saw of him, the more I began to like him. When he was
released from the hospital, I convinced him to take me to the homecoming
dance."

"How'd you do that? I'd have thought he'd have hated you after what you did to
him."

"It really wasn't all that difficult sweetie. I simply told him that either he
takes me to the dance or I'd put him back in the hospital. Then I punched my
right fist hard into my left palm like this, SMACK!; and a'dancing we went. We
saw each other everyday after that and moved into an apartment together for
our senior year. Shortly after our graduation we got married. You see Susan,
once your father finally accepted my total superiority over him his chauvanism
vanished. Then the *real* Freddy was able to emerge - that kind, sweet, loving
man that you knew as your father and I as my husband." Helen stopped talking
as tears began to swell in her eyes.

The two powerful females sat there for several minutes in complete silence,
each reflecting on past memories. Susan then looked down at her step-brother
that she was using for a seat. "What shall we do with John and George now
mom?"

"Well, I don't know about you honey but George and I have some private
*issues* to settle between us so I think I'll take him into the bedroom and
sort him out." Helen smiled at her daughter and rose to her feet. The
beautiful Amazon then reached down and grabbed her new husband firmly by the
collar of his shirt again and began dragging him into their bedroom. She
paused briefly by the bedroom door, turned to Susan and said," Oh and honey,
don't wait for us for dinner tonight; you're step-father and I might be...well
busy."

"Sure thing mom. By-the-way, how did you do on the debating team?"

"I guess I did pretty well...considering I led our school to the university
championship two years in a row." Helen then winked at her daughter, dragged
George inside the bedroom and kicked the door closed.

Susan looked down at her step-brother and smiled. "Well Johnny, it looks like
it's just you and me tonight." She too got up and grabbed him (still with the
sock in his mouth) by his hair."Since I'm going to be in charge of raising you
from now on Johnny, perhaps it's time you and I became better *acquainted*
also; you really are a cutie pie you know." With that, the muscular 17
year-old girl dragged John into her bedroom and closed the door behind her.

In the Sampson family household nobody had dinner (nor slept) that night.