Mr. Andersson and Mr. Smith

Here I will publish chapter by chapter but If you want the complete book, in KINDLE or Pocket write "Martin Liss" in http://Amazon.com

  'Connie, come and eat now the table is set and we are waiting for you.'

Connie were saying bye bye to her new contact over Internet, it hade been a few weeks now that she had been exchanging mails with Peter. Peter lived in Monaco, he looked soo good. Peter was rich, he had sent the Photos of the house he lived in, no it wasn't a house it was more like the castles she had seen that the stars in Hollywood lived in. Connie was not a star, she lived in "Escondido" in southern California. She had learnt that Escondido ment hidden or hiding place in Spanish. And that is how she felt here. She felt ashamed. Her mother were having three different cleaning jobs and Connie had followed her a few times to see what she really did. Connie were suspicious about her mother. Maybe she was not cleaning but fucking other men for money, because she never really went to the job as if she was going to clean but to pick some one up. Connie had gotten her confirmation. Her mother was really not working as a cleaner but as a hooker. Not the street kind but she had a few different houses she went to and she did more sucking than vacuuming, that was for sure.

Now Connie were going to get her High school diploma this summer and after that she planned to leave the parents home and get married, live well and not having to worry about anything. She had been on the search for a possible future husband and she had been searching for men on meetic in Europe. In Europe the people didn't live like her family, in a Mobile home, they lived in castles. Peter were one of her new contacts that she prefered. He was good looking, he was rich and he seemed to like her. She had had some fotos made in tennis outfit, Cocktail dress and in swim suit. Connie were in her own eyes normal with too small breasts and too short legs, to fat ass and a crooked nose. But photoshop and some make up took care of that so the photos didn't blow the gaff on her.

She went to the kitchen were her parents were waiting for her.

  'Mom, Dad, hm You know it is soon Christmas and you know as I am a Senior...' She took a look at them testing the air a little bit... just to see if they were listening... She knew that her Christmas whish this year would be difficult to achive, so she had to start early to work the subject.

  'Yes dear, We can se that you are really taking it seriously. According to your first quarter grades, you have really achived much.' The father talked very ironically.

  'The matter of fact I am, I have asked for some study help from some of the friends at school, So what I wanted to say is that I have been saving up money for the spring break trip. And I have been looking for how much it would cost to go to Europe. Actually I had thought of going after the graduation, but it is soo much cheaper to go during the spring break. That way I will have a long flight that I can use to study as well...' Connie were sucking on the words as to show that she had it all figured out.

  'Connie, are you saying that you have been able to save enough to go to Europe? And you think we will accept that?'

  'Well I'm not sure I have enough to stay there but I can probably pay my own flight ticket.'

  'And with whom are you going? You are not going with some boy are you?'

  'No I was actually thinking of going alone.'

 The father almost choked.

  'Aloone?' he almost screamed in falsetto, as if he had returned to his youth and as a young boy travels between falsetto and base voice. The mother had to take over the conversation while he made it to the kitchen sink and kept on coughing.

  'Connie, you have to understand that we will not say yes. I don't think that is a good idea. You have still no High School Diploma and we know that the future is very difficult if you don't get it. We would like to see that you at least get the diploma. You know I didn't, and I have to have different works. To be able to pay all the bills here.'

Now Connie wasn't sure if it was the best moment to say to her mom that she knew about her mother's little secret. She kept quiet this time but knew that she could use it any time to get where she wanted. So she saved it for later... And said instead as a teenager is expected to answer. 'You never let me do anything fun.'

  'Oh, yes we are and if you heven't forgotten it, last year we let you go on a ski trip to Utha, as you were begging to do for months. We do let you do things. If you can pay for it your self.'

  'Does that mean, that if I can pay for it my self it will be a yes?' Connie said it with a voice as one that had won the discussion.

  'Well we will have to talk about that another day, won't we.' She looked towards the father that now came back from the kitchen with a new opened beer can. he took a great sip from it and rared out a burp.

'Oh, you are soo groose.' Connie looked at her father as he was the dirtiest pig.

'Whatch you mouth, you little spoiled brat.' He stared back at her.

Connie left the living room and went to her room. She knew that the process would be long, that was why she had started already now almost half a year before the trip. She would need to arrange with pass port, tickets and everything. She knew she was going, even if it had to be on her own without her parents acceptance.

'Look she never eat meat anymore.' Her mother had noticed that Connie left the meat balls on the plate and only eaten the mashed potatoes and the sallad.

'Yes I guess she is becoming like her mother, you never eat me anymore neither. You know I miss a good blow job. Come here now and take care of me, I almost died at the dinner table, a horrible life passed in front of my eyes. But now I am ready for a good blow job, and if I am goig to die. It will be your last chance.'

'Well ain't I the lucky one? At least get your self a shower first. Then I will give you what you need. I will wash up mean while.'

Here I will publish chapter by chapter but If you want the complete book, in KINDLE or Pocket write "Martin Liss" in http://Amazon.com