Partners in crime
Boobala looked at her calendar. It was only a month before graduation. She circled the date July 5 in red because it was her 18th birthday. “Finally,” she told herself, “I will be 18 years old and able to make my own decisions about my life. regard”. She was careful not to dial her 27th for fear her secret marriage to Harry would come to light.
She and Harry had been secretly seeing each other for a few months now and then after school. Boobala was glad that Mom had finally relaxed her vigil on her. She had returned to the store to work with Dad, which made it easy for them to find each other without getting caught. Boobala was a puppet in Harry’s hands. She was easy to handle. They had to be careful that her parents didn’t find out. So far the 19-year-old playboy’s plan was working perfectly. Harry didn’t want to have sex with Boobala. He wasn’t stupid, he knew she was underage, and if they got her pregnant, he didn’t want to be accused of rape. Besides, why would he want to have sex with her when he had Stefania, the sparkling Italian with the voluminous breasts? She was a waitress at Gino’s Pizzeria and she was much older than him. Thinking of Stefania, her cheeks begin to blush. She became visibly aroused as she savored the memory of her last desperate sexual encounter. “Ooh-wee, she’s a good one.” Harry told himself. For some strange reason, he wondered why he seemed to be developing a taste for older women.
It was getting hard for him to keep his mind from wandering back to his sexual fantasy, but he needed to move on. He needed to focus on the matter at hand, which was his priority at the moment. After careful consideration, he decided it was now or never. She asked Boobala to marry him. She eagerly accepted, stars in her eyes, as he promised her a bright future. He would get a college degree and become a merchant just like his uncle Jake’s. The date was set for July 27, almost three weeks after her 18th birthday. He knew it would take all the courage he could muster to marry her. However, once he was done, she would become his meal ticket.
No.: 5 (9-4-2011)
Spider, spider, spin your web
Harry needed to learn about his future in-laws so he could plan his strategy ahead of time. He needed to ingratiate himself with them. He kept pushing Boobala to meet them. This was going to be difficult, since Mildred had laid down the law. Boobala didn’t date until he finished high school and four years of college. Meanwhile, Mildred already had her eye on some of the young men whose families were well into the synagogue as a possibility. The only way for Boobala to get Harry home was to ask his mother’s permission to help a student prepare for his final exams. When she agreed, Boobala begged Harry not to wear his ripped jeans and dirty sneakers, but to dress nicely to make a good impression on his mother.
Relieved when they finished what Harry perceived to be a necessary task, Harry put his books in his backpack and sped towards the exit. Mildred intercepted him, offering him a drink. “So Larry,” she asked.
“My name is Harry, Mrs. Finkenberg.”
“I’m sorry, so Harry, did Boobala tell me you want to be a merchant like your uncle?” He asked her, while carefully observing the young man’s musculature.
He replied weakly, “Oh yes.”
“You’re not Jewish, are you?” Mildred continued, “I noticed you call your uncle by the name Jake, is that short for Jacob?”
“Um, I’m not sure.” She murmured sipping her soda.
“So what is your uncle’s last name?” Mildred continued. “Oh, it’s Rubenstein.” she answered her, not knowing what else to say.
“So your uncle is Jewish,” exclaimed Mildred.
“Uh, I’m not sure, but I think it’s possible,” he answered.
Harry’s mind raced. ‘What is he talking about, my Uncle Jake is Italian? Why did I have to say Rubenstein when his name is Jake Vitobello? This woman is making me nervous. I don’t even know what to say anymore. I wish he would shut up.
“So, Harry, what college are you planning to go to?” she continued asking.
Harry, now angry, thought, ‘What about the third grade? Who does he think he is, the CIA? She is so damn annoying.
Trying to stay calm, he blurted out, “Oh, my Uncle Jake is going to send me to Yale.”
Mildred continued her questioning, “So tell me, why is your uncle sending you to college instead of your parents? Don’t they have any money?”
Harry, feeling nervous, quickly replied, “Uh, my parents are dead. They died in a car accident when I was ten years old and Uncle Jake raised me.”
Mildred was not satisfied. She looked him straight in the eye. “Young man, to go to that university you need to be very smart and have excellent grades. So how is my daughter helping you if you are so smart?”
Harry was furious as he thought to himself, ‘Wow, what a bitch! No wonder Boobala is so intimidated by her, she must enjoy her making people uncomfortable.” Leaving, he said to Mildred, “Uh, I really have to go; Uncle Jake has dinner waiting for me. Thanks for the drink.”
As soon as Harry left, Mildred called out to Boobala in a threatening voice, “Are you sure he’s not your boyfriend?”
Boobala, shaking, scared as hell and turning red echoed, “No mom, he’s not my boyfriend. You heard us studying right?”
Mildred thoughtfully raised her eyebrows, twisting her nose a little. “Well, I don’t like him, I smell like a skunk. There’s something about him that bothers me. Look at all those muscles, what time does he have to study and get good grades? I think he’s lying and you, young lady, better not lie to me.” me too.”
No.: 6 (9-6-2011)
To Be Continued: Part 5 of 9 of Boobala Darling Wins a Cruise: