Boobala Darling Wins a Cruise: Part 4 of 9 (a fictional story set in Brooklyn)
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Website design By BotEap.comBoobala looked at his calendar. Graduation was only a month away. She circled July 5th in red because it was her 18th birthday. “Finally,” she told herself, “I’ll be 18 and I’ll be able to make my own decisions about my life. Mommy and Daddy won’t be able to say anything to the regard”. She was careful not to dial her 27th for fear that her secret marriage to Harry would come to light.
Website design By BotEap.comShe 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 vigilance. She had returned to the store to work with Dad, which made it easier 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 big 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.
Website design By BotEap.comIt was getting hard for him to keep his mind from wandering back to his sexual fantasy, but he needed to keep going. 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 tradesman just like his uncle Jake’s. The date was set for July 27, almost three weeks after his 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.
Website design By BotEap.comNº: 5 (9-4-2011)
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Website design By BotEap.comHarry 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 pressing 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 doing well in 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 finals. When she agreed, Boobala begged Harry not to wear his ripped jeans and dirty sneakers, but to dress up to make a good impression on his mother.
Website design By BotEap.comRelieved when they finished what Harry perceived to be a necessary chore, Harry put his books in his backpack and sped towards the exit. Mildred intercepted him, offering him a drink. “So Larry,” she asked.
Website design By BotEap.com“My name is Harry, Mrs. Finkenberg.”
Website design By BotEap.com“Sorry, so Harry, Boobala told me that you want to be a merchant like your uncle?” He asked her, while carefully observing the young man’s musculature.
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Website design By BotEap.com“You’re not Jewish, are you?” Mildred continued, “I noticed you call your uncle by the name Jake, is that short for Jacob?”
Website design By BotEap.com“Uh, I’m not sure.” She murmured sipping her soda.
Website design By BotEap.com“So what is your uncle’s last name?” Mildred continued. “Oh, it’s Rubenstein.” she answered herself, not knowing what else to say.
Website design By BotEap.com“So your uncle is a Jew,” exclaimed Mildred.
Website design By BotEap.com“Uh, I’m not sure, but I think it’s possible,” he replied.
Website design By BotEap.comHarry’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.
Website design By BotEap.com“So, Harry, which university are you planning to go to?” she continued to ask.
Website design By BotEap.comHarry, now angry, thought: ‘What about the third grade? Who does he think he is, the CIA? She is so damn annoying.
Website design By BotEap.comTrying to stay calm, she blurted out, “Oh, my Uncle Jake is sending me to Yale University.”
Website design By BotEap.comMildred continued with her questioning: “So tell me, why is your uncle sending you to university instead of your parents? Don’t they have money?”
Website design By BotEap.comHarry, feeling nervous, quickly replied, “Uh, my parents are dead. They died in a car accident when I was ten and Uncle Jake raised me.”
Website design By BotEap.comMildred was not satisfied. She looked him square in the eye. “Young man, to go to that university you need to be very smart and have excellent grades. So how is it that my daughter is helping you if you are so smart?”
Website design By BotEap.comHarry was furious as he thought to himself, ‘My, what a bitch! No wonder Boobala is so intimidated by her, she must enjoy her making people uncomfortable.” As he left, he told Mildred, “Uh, I really have to go; Uncle Jake has dinner waiting for me. Thanks for the drink.”
Website design By BotEap.comAs soon as Harry left, Mildred called out to Boobala in a menacing voice, “Are you sure he’s not your boyfriend?”
Website design By BotEap.comBoobala, shaking, scared as hell and turning red echoed, “No mom, he’s not my boyfriend. You heard us studying right?”
Website design By BotEap.comThoughtful, Mildred raised her eyebrows, twisting her nose a little. “Well, I don’t like it, I smell like 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.”
Website design By BotEap.comNº: 6 (9-6-2011)
Website design By BotEap.comTo be continued: Part 5 of 9 of Boobala Darling wins a cruise: