Looking sure of herself, Misty crossed her arms over her chest and gave Delia a sharp stare. What she said next left everyone surprised, including Ash. “I think I should get a say in his life. After all, He is my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” Delia muttered softly, Ash mirrored the comment, but his tiny voice went unheard by his mother. Casey blinked several times and remained quiet, she didn’t want to say or do anything to provoke this explosive conversation. Everyone remained quiet and the cookies went untouched. Delia had pulled her hand back and was clenching her fist tightly enough to crumble to tiny cookie pieces so small that even Ash would consider them crumbs. It looked like the single mother was deliberating on something; the cogs in her mind were spinning around on something. Her face twisted into that delightful smile that Misty now felt looked ridicules on her.

“I think I need to freshen up in the bathroom. Would you excuse me for a moment?” Not waiting for a response, Delia pulled her chair out and walked briskly to the bathroom. Still silent, everyone in the dinning room heard the bathroom door close and lock. The silence hung in the room for another moment; it ended though when Casey threw her head back and let out her trademark high pitched laugh.

“Brilliant, Misty. Just brilliant.” She said between her laughter.

“That was some quick thinking, Mist,” ash added with a grin.

“Huh?” Misty unintelligently answers back. Both her newly proclaimed boyfriend and traveling friend had big smiles on their faces as if someone had told the world’s funniest joke. Misty was perplexed by their reactions, what the hell was so funny?

“I mean, that was something that I would never of thought about,” Casey said with a shake of her head. “By telling that nut that Ash is your boyfriend, she’s got to let him stay with us.”

“Hey!” Ash exclaimed to Casey. “My mom is not a nut,” he said in defense to his only parent. Sure, she was embarrassing and that whole spending the rest of his life here sounded a little out of whack, but the only reason she was acting like this was because she was worried about him.

“Ash, honey, your mom could of raised Norman Bates” Casey said, trying to be sympathetic.

Misty had tuned out by then; they both thought she only said Ash was her boyfriend so he could stay with them. That hadn’t been her reason for blurting it out, sure it was a lie, but she was going to make it true soon or at least she hoped she could. She could tell them both that she was being serious and wanted Ash as her boyfriend, but if they thought her pretending to be Ash’s girlfriend was funny, what would Ash think if she actually wanted to be his girlfriend. Maybe Ash had no feeling for him and the reason he thought the idea was funny was because he would never date her. She could tell them both that she was serious about being Ash’s girlfriend, although the more she thought about what they would say, the less sure she was to say it. She came back to reality when she saw that Casey was talking to her.

“Sorry, I was just trying to come up with some good stories to tell Ash’s mom if she asks for details on my fake dates with Ash.” While saying this and giving a fake smile that would make Delia proud, the word COWARD kept repeating itself in her head. If the best she could have with Ash were a fake relationship to sidetrack his mother, then she’d have to accept that as her only choice.


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“That dirty, rotten, gutter trash, slutty, little whore.” Delia rambled while running cool water over her hands then splashing herself in the face. Delia had never used that kind of language in her life, the stress and constant worry had brought her down to this level. She had always been polite and benign, giving her old clothes to the poor, donating money to charity and offering her freshly made cookies to the people next door. Swearing and rudeness was something that Delia Ketchum never did until this moment.

“That little bitch is going to pay.” In Delia’s mind, there was only one reason that this girl could be keeping her darling little boy as her boyfriend. Girls of her age had only one reason to keep a tiny boy permanently and that was to harm them persistently. Ash must have become her favorite toy and she was keeping him alive until she got clumsy and broke, how else could she explain why her son was still alive with that witch. Delia had a clear image in her mind of her son crammed up orifices and left there until he passed out. Of coarse that vixen would pull him out and let him breath until then next time she felt the need to give her son a horrible punishment. Thinking about her son being crammed up holes, reminded Delia of something she had forgotten. Pulling the helm of her dress up, she pulled the elastic band of her panties out and looked down at the tiny boy curled up in her purple pubes.

“Ash, I told you this morning to crawl into me or you would be joining Ash as my supper tonight,” Delia told the tiny naked shrinkee who only shivered in the front of Delia’s drooling snatch.

“But I might drown, ma’am” he stuttered, refusing to make eye contact with the giant woman whose panties he was in.

“You MIGHT drown in there, but you it is ether that or my stomach and there is no MIGHT when something goes into my gut,” Delia told the shrinkee that violently shuddered at even the mention of Delia’s stomach. Before snapping her panties shut, she said one last thing to the shrinkee. “By the way, you must remember that you can only call me mom, no ma’am or else your going to be my midnight snack.”