Marie Shore - Big Book of Smut 2

The first day of school is something I always dreaded as a child. Now, being the parent, I couldn't wait for it to start again. My 10 year old son, Nathan, had other ideas on the subject. He whined at me as I herded him into the car to do some clothes shopping. "Aww Mom, I don't want to back to school." "Sorry Kiddo, it's the law." I cheerfully replied, getting into the car. After glancing in the mirror to make sure he had buckled himself in, we started off towards the local K-mart.

As I drove, I listed the things we'd need to pick up while there. "Okay Nat, we have to get you some new sneakers, a few pairs of shorts, underwear, and new t-shirts. I'll let you pick out some of the T-shirts okay?"

I glanced back in the rear view mirror at his sullen face. He was staring out the window with his arms crossed over his chest. I sighed to myself. Nat had the same look on his face that his father got when stubborn about something. Turning my attention back to the road, I started listing more back to school supplies. "We'll also have to pick up some new pencils, folders, notebooks, a lunchbox and some crayons." Nat snapped back at me this time, "I'm not a baby. Babies use crayons. I want colored pencils."

Well at least he was back to talking to me. "Okay then, colored pencils it is."

I turned into the parking lot and maneuvered my bulky van into the closest spot I could find. Surveying the parking lot, I muttered under my breath about the place being a mad house. As Nat and I entered the store, I looked around and decided that yes, this was a mad house. I pointed off to the right side of the store and told Nat to pick out the supplies he wanted while I started finding clothes. He grumpily nodded and walked over in that direction. Sighing to myself I grabbed a cart and headed over to the boys clothing section.

I propped my purse up in the infant seat area of the cart and started rummaging through racks looking for clothing in Nathan's size. I had just triumphantly pulled a pair of pants in the right size off of the rack when he returned. Glancing at the pile of school supplies thrown haphazardly into the cart, I spotted something else. "Sorry Nat, this trip is for school supplies only. If you get good marks first quarter we'll come back and get it then." I retrieved the small hand-held video game out of the cart and handed it back to him. "Put this back where you found it and we'll pick out your shirts." The look he gave me could have melted the paint off of the walls. Shaking my head sadly, I returned my attention back to the clothing racks. If this was what being a single parent consisted of, I wanted none of it.

I heard Nat return, his old sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. Glancing over, I saw him digging around in my purse. "My pack gum is in the little pocket on the outside Sweetie, if that's what you're looking for." Nat grunted at me and swiftly pulled out the pack of gum. He popped a piece in his mouth and came over to where I was standing with my arms loaded with clothes. Together we picked out a few new shirts, he even laughed at one of the goofy ones I let him pick out. Laughter, it had been a while since I'd heard him laugh. Maybe we would make it after all, just him and me. Nat behaved himself wonderfully as I had him try on all of the new clothes, not even complaining about me coming into the dressing room with him.

Once I was satisfied that all of the clothes fit him well, we went over to the shoe department and picked out a new pair of sneakers for him. We finally had everything and headed over to the checkout. The pale teen with the obviously dyed black hair behind the counter looked bored as she quickly scanned the items and dumped them unceremoniously into a bag. The cashier finished bagging all of our purchases and totaled the sale. "That will be $147.62." I whistled through my teeth at the price, but pulled my wallet out of my back pocket. I may carry a purse, but it's so much safer to keep your wallet on your person at all times. I handed her the credit card and prayed it wasn't over the limit. To my joy it wasn't. As she handed me my receipt, I glanced at her name tag. "Thank you Mina." She looked surprised but managed a "You're welcome."

Nat and I headed for the door when a hand rested on my shoulder, causing me to flinch and jerk away from it. "Ma'am I'm going to need to check your purse." The look on my face must have been one of shock, my mind rapidly tried to explain a hundred different reasons why he would be stopping us. The security guard gave me a grim smile and nodded towards the purse. I had no idea what was going on, still desperately trying to make sense of it, but handed him the purse anyway. I knew that I hadn't put anything in there.

My heart nearly dropped to the floor when I saw him pull out the video game that Nat had tried slipping in with his supplies. "Nathan Michael Cole," I began to yell, barely paying any attention to the security guard. The guard cleared his throat and said that we should go to the back room to discuss it. I grabbed Nat's shoulder and roughly guided him, following the security guard. When we got to the dingy back room the security guard turned and closed the door so that the three of us were alone. He pulled out a note pad and had me tell him my name, address and phone number. I spouted off the information he requested, still too stunned that my son had tried to steal something.

The guard cleared his throat and said, "Ma'am I'm going to have to completely search your belongings and bags to make sure nothing more has been taken." I nodded at him barely paying attention to a word he was saying, all the while glaring at Nat and telling him how much trouble he would be in when we got home. The security guard took his time slowly rifling through my purse and our shopping bags, making sure that only items purchased where in them. When he was satisfied with that, he turned back towards us. I was caught in mid-yell, with my finger shaking and pointing at Nat, whom still had not said a word. I let out an exasperated sigh and turned back to the guard.

The security guard was standing there with his hands folded over his chest, trying very hard to hide a smirk that had the corners of his mouth twitching. I don't know what came over me, Lord I really don't. I was so angry and frustrated at Nat that I lost my temper and strode towards the guard, jabbing my finger into his chest. "And what do you think is so funny about this?" I demanded.

The twitch disappeared as he quickly grabbed my wrists and using one hand to pin my right arm behind my back, used the other to adeptly start fastening handcuffs around my left wrist. The guard then grabbed my right arm and I felt the cool metal slide around my wrist seconds before I heard the familiar click of the lock fastening. He guided me over to a chair and forcefully, but gently pushed me down into it. "Stay." He commanded me. I glared at him angrily, and shouted "I am not a dog, how dare you speak to me that way."

The guard shot me such a look that I immediately regretted my words and sat quietly watching. He walked over and knelt down in front of where I had sat Nat and looked him straight in the eyes. "What's your name son?" he asked in a gentle tone of voice. Nat looked over at me, fear written across his face and I nodded at him to continue. "Naaa Naaaat, Nathan. Nathan Cole" He managed to stammer out. "Well Nathan Cole, do you understand what's going on here?" the guard asked him.