PINQUEFY EXPOSE
By Matt L.
By Matt L.
PART ONE:
The silver sedan pulled into the driveway of the cozy little home tucked away in a discreet middle class Chicago neighborhood.
Helen Mason turned to her son, Craig, before exiting the car, “You know, Lana might be at home, why not pop in and say hi?”
Craig shut off the engine and advanced out of the car, along side of his mom, they journeyed toward the Whinecroft residence.
Helen Mason and Wanda Whinecroft had been friends for several decades; it was within logic that a mutual relationship would ensue between their children. Among the various siblings, it seemed Craig and Lana got along best. From grammar school throughout high school, they were essentially constant companions.
Craig was proficient in mechanics and played some football and hockey. Short brown hair, mildly handsome features, and thin but not too thin.
Lana was an energetic yet studious young lady. Rather popular and outgoing, Lana was known for her daft sense of humor.
“Just in time”, Wanda hummed, a brilliant smile to her face, “Everybody‘s here, let the game commence!”
Wanda subsequently focused her attention on Craig, “Nice to see you, Craig, you planning to join us old broads in some seven card stud?”
“Nah, Craig’s not here for the poker game”, Helen giggled. “He only stopped in too see Lana.”
“I see”, Wanda affectionately glanced over Craig, “She’s in her room getting ready for a dance, I’ll let her know you’re here.”
Craig stepped into the hallway while Helen joined her friends in the kitchen for their monthly poker game.
In a matter of seconds, Craig overheard the sound of Lana’s voice thundering from her room.“Thank goodness! Please send him in!”
Wanda’s spacious hips swung from side to side as she walked out of her daughter’s room approaching Craig at a swift rate. “I take it you heard her.”
Craig shook his head; Wanda’s expression stated the obvious.
Craig reached Lana’s doorway, his eyes drinking in Lana’s splendorous image.
Lana’s brown hair, long and straight, rolling over her shoulders, outlining her beauteous face while her amply proportioned figure was squeezed into a plush cherry red evening gown.
There was a certain amount of urgency in Lana’s voice as she told Craig, “Come in and close the door.”
Craig did just that.
Whirling in slow motion, Lana paused front and center within the scope of Craig’s observing eyes.
“Be honest”, Lana practically pouted, “Do I look fat?”
Craig lifted his eyebrows as he gazed over Lana, a bewildered expression plum hub over his face.
Spectacularly curvaceous, well-endowed and nearly athletically sound. Lana’s weight was well within the upper one-twenty range.
“Not the least”, Craig confidently answered.
Lana tilted her head toward the mirror, her hand over her smooth stomach, “That’s what my mom said. Are you sure?”
“Have I ever lied to you?”
“No!” Lana snapped back, “But you always appease me even if you disagree.”
Craig took a step toward Lana, “Trust me; you’ve never looked more beautiful.”
Lana released a brittle sigh, “I know that, but do I look any heavier to you?”
Craig planted his hands over his hips and jolted up his chin, wrinkles in his brow, “What’s this all about?”
Lana wasn’t coy with the details, “Over the summer I’ve put on weight, four pounds to be exact.”
“Huh-uh”, Craig noted as he rocked his head, sarcastically rambling, “Yeah, right. I do see the weight you put on, especially in your ankles, they’re huge.”
“Ha-ha”, Lana retorted, “Leave the jokes for Steve Carell; he gets paid to be funny.”
Craig took a seat on Lana’s bed, “Really, you look fine. Anyone who doesn’t appreciate the way you look in that dress is a moron.”
“Think so?” Lana crinkled her nose.
“Absolutely”, Craig guaranteed with a trustworthy smile.
Lana smirked, “Yeah, alright, I guess.”
“What’s up the gown, where you off to?”
Lana wandered over to her mirror, conversing while setting in her earrings.
“It‘s no big deal. Julie Miller’s having a little social gathering tonight over at the Hilton downtown, kind of a before we run off to college celebration. I would have told you but it was by invite only.”
Lana spun around, “Hope you’re not upset.”
“Not really”, Craig replied, “Though I would like to maybe spend an evening with you before you head off to college.”
Lana shrugged her shoulders, planting her hands over her waist, she sighed, “I have plans all day tomorrow with the girls and in the evening I’m visiting my grandmother.”
Craig asked about Monday.
“Well”, Lana’s voice cracked, “I’m afraid I’m going out with Jeff, after all, we’re kind of an item.”
That was a sore patch for Craig. All throughout senior year Jeff Cornwall had been his chief rival for Lana’s attention.
“Jeff”, Craig cantankerously remarked, “I don’t know what you see in that guy.”
Lana snipped back, “Don’t go there.”
Lana eased back her temper and she calmly seized Craig’s hand, “Don’t feel intimidated by Jeff, you’ll always be my special friend.”
The softness of Lana’s grip made Craig feel uncomfortable, he brought himself to his feet.
“Have a nice time at the party”, Craig unemotionally blurted.
Lana leaned in toward Craig, “You’ll write me at school.”
Craig sway his head, “What’s your major anyway?”
Lana cracked a ridiculous smirk.
“I was thinking of counter espionage, I always wanted to be spy”, Lana chuckled.
Craig was in with the joke, “That’s not a good fit for you, you’d break a nail. Though I imagine you could use your body as a lethal weapon.”
“And how’s that?” Lana smiled.
“Coz looking at you is killing me, you look that_.”
Lana interrupted Craig, “I know!”
They left the room, Lana escorting Craig to the front door.
“Autumn break isn’t so very far away”, Lana beamed a beautiful smile, “We’ll get together then. Alright?”
Craig brushed his hand over Lana’s shoulder, “Yeah, we will.”
“And you promise to E-mail me?”
Craig nodded, “I’ll write you so often, you’ll_.”
“Have fun at Moraine Valley”, Lana speaking over Craig, “There’ll be plenty of nice girls, I wanna hear all about them.”
“She just doesn’t get how I feel about her”, Craig thought to himself as he shuffled down the stairs.
Rotating his body, Craig waved goodbye, Lana blissfully announcing, “Break some hearts!”
On the path toward his car, Craig appropriately concurred, “Breaking hearts, that’s a nasty business, I know how it feels.”
(Continued in post 3 of this thread)
