Dinner was pretty quiet. Leroy was still contemplating what had happened at the store, while Candice and Joyce seemed caught up in their own stuff.
After dinner, Candace approached him as he was about to go upstairs.
-"Hey. What's up with the creepy silent treatment?"
She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, blocking him.
For a moment he thought about just making something up.It would be easier to pretend the whole thing with Miss Acord never happened. But then again, if he was going to see what this whip was all about he could use somebody he could thrust. Or at the very least, she'd make a good guinea pig.
-"OK, listen. The craziest thing happened when I was just walking home."
-"Bike still broken? You're such a loser. I can't believe you! Just fix it already."
-"Candice. Shut up." He said levelly, and showed her the leather mystery object. "I got this whip from a strange guy in the street." He unrolled it, and thrashed it expertly in the open space a few times.
-"I think it's magical."
They both looked at it. Candice with a little awe, Leroy with a worried frown. They went up to his room, then he told her about what happened, how the whip had hit Miss Acord on the forehead and that he suspected that might have caused her change of moods. He left out the part about the boobs, that being something that still made him uncomfortably horny.
-"So you think this whip makes people happy?"
-"Yeah, something like that. In the case of Miss Acord a little less scary, at least."
She was sitting on his bed, her head thoughtfully supported by her hand.
-"Soooo... You think we should try it on other people? Mom has been a little stressed out lately..." She shot him an accusing glare. They both knew the main cause for Joyce's lack of happiness was mostly due to Leroy's attitude towards school. Or chores. Or any kind of obligation, really.
-"Use it on mom? Really?" He looked at the whip with a doubtful expression. He was kinda curious about the whip. Besides, mom could use some cheering-up.
-"Alright, let's do it!".
They both went down to the kitchen, where Joyce was busy putting away the dishes. Candice quickly sat down, at the table. Anxious to see what the spectacle was going to be. Leroy harrumphed.
-"Thanks again for dinner mom."
Joyce sighed.
-"You're welcome, Leroy. Hey, What are you doing with a whip?" She looked disapprovingly. "Better be careful with that. You might whip someones eye out or something..."
Leroy uncurled the whip. He turned back to his mother, who was now facing him.
-"Don't worry mom. This isn't some Greek tragedy. Nobody's going to lose an eye. Can I show you a trick?"
-"So you actually practiced at something? I'm impressed! Sure, show me."
He gave one look over his shoulder to Candice, who gave a sly nod of approval. He thrashed the whip and watched it unfurl towards her forehead in slow-motion. Then, the hard clack against her forehead, and the look of shock on his mother's face.
-"Hey. If that was supposed to miss, it didn't..." She said, and just as with Acord, her eyes glazed over momentarily.
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