December 19th, 2018 - In class today, Pamela, yes, that big fat girl, came up to me and asked me if I knew one neat trick. As typical for her, it was a question to trick me into a conversation with her. After telling her that I did not know what trick she was talking about or what its use could be, she told me what was on her mind in a rambling way. It started with, "Well, one REALLY neat trick you can do, if you want to get your grades up, which seems to be the ONLY thing you care about doing." And yet the trick was never explained. Pamela kept going into statements emphatically pointing out things that she thought I did too much or too little.





Eventually, I tried to walk away from it all, but as soon as I did, she brushed up against me and pushed me into the lockers. Her soft padded body squishing into me and her fetid breath, my senses were overwhelmed as she stole a kiss from me. And then she kissed more and more and rubbed herself on me. Feeling her arousal, I was getting more and more creeped out. Thankfully, her pressures were moved from my body. I reflexively ran off while making sure she wouldn't catch up and trap me again. But before that, I was stopped by a voice.







"Hey, what are you doing to Nicky?" It was my friend Clark. Thank goodness he had stopped Pamela. "You are a real FREAK, you know?!" Clark narrowly stopped himself from punching her. But he kept close watch to make sure that Pamela could not run out of his grasp and catch me again by surprise. "Go on, Nicky, this is all we can do."





I tried to tell the teacher in my final class of the day that I wanted to see the principal. "Pamela again?" the teacher asked. I affirmed that it was. "Pamela is a special girl, just deal with it. The principal won't stop her and you know it."





The teacher was right, Pamela was the principal's daughter after all. Still, I went to the principal's office after class. "Can I speak to the principal? Pamela is seriously going overboard today. She downright assaulted me."





The receptionist was receptive for once. "Ah, it sounds like you had something juicy happen. Sure, go on into the principal's office, she got done with a big phone call just now so there shouldn't be much else for a little bit."





I knocked on the door. "Come in," she said from behind the glass. I opened the door and slowly went to the chair in front of her desk. "No need to rest, young one, I know what you are here for. It's Pamela right? Why can't you just let her live out her dreams with you?"





"Mrs. Principal, Pamela has assaulted me in the hallway before last class today. Shouldn't you be worried about getting fired over your daughter's misbehavior?"





"My daughter has special needs. She lives in a different world from you and me. No amount of therapy or medicine will change that in her. In the grans scheme of things, there is not much wrong with what she's doing."





"But my academic future.... My freedom as an American.... Does that fit well with the grand scheme of things???"





"You are pretty poor with your schoolwork, Nicky. You have a C average. You are not getting into college without huge expenses and your family put you on the free meal plan. The alternative of going on alone compared with being part of my generous and well nourished family of old money....... Well, it doesn't seem very logical on your side now, does it? A hormonal teenager should have no problem with these things. Your impulses are uncontrollable at this point, why not use them toward something meaningful???"





The principal's speech stood irrefutable before me. In my world of possibilities, which one was better than staying with her daughter? I couldn't think of anything. There was nothing in my life without her.... but at the same time, she was the one who stole my future. She was the one occupying my thoughts for years as I tried to find some way out of the conflict. The principal was already the reason I was even able to continue attending school and eating more than scraps.





I left her in silence, gathered up the things I needed to bring home and went on the bus.





December 20th, 2018 - I couldn't wait for Christmas vacation to arrive. It was a very normal sentiment to have, but for me it had only just came to mind, five days before Christmas. One thing I could look forward to in school was a good lunch, but I got pretty unpopular because of that. The other is Pamela, who gives me these lunches... Why would I accept these lunches? Pamela knew my locker code and always put a meal in the locker. Since she was a surprisingly good cook and never really stops doing it even if a day old lunch is in there, I have little choice but to accept her meals.





"Soybean pork dumplings, that delicious sauce and falafel balls" It may sound a bit weird, but this was an optimized meal. Pamela managed to gain my preferences slowly but surely and this was a meal that even after years I had a hard time resisting. It made me feel a bit guilty for her, but it was basically like having a parent cook lunch for me - if they didn't want to do it, it wouldn't be done at this point. I can't control them caring for me.







I decided to eat a ball of falafel since I was still hungry and then I got a drink of water to balance myself out. Of course, Pamela ended up spotting me for lingering too long. What I didn't expect was for her to hold me down more intently this time.





"I'm taking you home for Christmas!" she said. Her smile glowed with her face eerily close. But then something unexpected happened.... she quickly reached in my pocket and stole my wallet and ran away. Even though I was on the defensive and tried to grab her arm in a timely manner, she slipped away and fled the scene, somehow not hitting anyone in the busy crowds while moving as fast as she could. In fact, when I tried to see if I could catch up somehow, the crowd became dense and rejected my body.





"What a loser! Just go out with her already." It was Miranda, one of the most gossipy and perhaps popular girls in school.





"Locker's the other way, dummy." Jessica, a sneaky bully, said, walking up to me intimidatingly.





"What are you doing?! I need to get through?" I said.







The crowd of girls before me laughed. But they wouldn't answer and just stared... It was scary to say the least. My biggest fear was being stared at.... And also, I realized my new biggest fear - Pamela conspiring against me in a way that I couldn't defend against. I worried because I know realized that Pamela had somehow convinced this group of girls to push me back and let Pamela through. My wallet moved further away every second and nothing in my power could stop it.





The start time for my first class fast approached. I began packing the proper books and tools for Geometry and went to the upper floor to get there. The following hours of the school day became very tense and I could not learn a thing. Somehow the day ended with Pamela never appearing again.





Or that's how it could have ended. But once I got home, I grew tired of feeling helpless. The only tool I did have was Pamela's phone number. I had never used it so I could at least protect my own phone number from her, but today I dialed.





"How do I get it back?" I asked.







"Take a ride home with me."





"No way! It's the end of the last week of the year anyways."





"Exactly."





December 21, 2018 - On Friday, the titanic day, I had to decide on whether my wallet was more important than everything else that could happen. On the bus, I had to bear the fact that I gave away my phone number. And now there were more things to bet on. I started going through a variety of scenarios in my head because otherwise it would be too much of a shock if I got caught off guard today.







When it finally came time to walk off the bus, no danger was apparent in any directions. In fact, classes started going by again without seeing her. Soon, the urgency to see Pamela became great. At lunch glass, I started to ask if anyone knew where Pamela had gone. Nobody knew where she was, but she appeared to have at least gotten into morning attendance.







In the last class of the day, someone passed me a note to come to the principal's office. "Care to spend a night at our house?" said the principal.





"Where is Pamela? She took my wallet yesterday."





"She went home early. She wanted to prepare things for you." I cringed at hearing "prepare".





"You wouldn't let anything bad happen to me if Pamela did something surprising, would you?"





"I can't allow my students become too endangered if I am the witness."





"I will go visit her." The principal led me to her car after gathering her documents to sort through over the weekend. We took a long road to a secluded paradise. There was no gating leading into the house, but the pathway to enter hid behind many illusions. It started to feel like nobody would find me if I got trapped at this place.





We finally arrived. A mansion stood tall over me. Oddly enough, it looked more like an apartment building than a regular mansion, as it was built more vertically. Counting the windows, there were likely five floors to the place. "Is this a mansion?" I asked.





"Yes, and I have heard many people consider it weird. I have not encountered a five storey house other than ours myself. But I love heights and utilizing height in buildings. Our house was designed by a master architect since the design was so uncommon. It is earthquake proof and due to the high elevation, placement on a big hill and surrounding hills, it is also resistant to hurricanes."





The principal finished talking and I came to a loss of words. The den of the beast stood tall before me yet I continued walking right into it. At this point, I reminded myself that it was the right thing to do so strongly that its important purpose started to erode from my mind.





Inside the house, I quickly noticed how cold it had been outside as the interior was much warmer. Inside the house were colors ranging between red and orange.







"How do you like the paint? They say it increases warmth and corpulence to have red walls."





I stopped at the word corpulence for a second but then decided not to figure out its meaning. "It is very nice in here, as expected from a person of your caliber." Then I paused. "However, that THING, it scares me."





The principal looked around. "What are you hinting towards?"





"Where is Pamela? This is getting really unsettling. And she said she prepared for me, but it does not look like anything special is set to welcome me."





"You are right, at this point even I am a little concerned over what she could be thinking. It seems that she must be upstairs somewhere perhaps."





"Perhaps, that is where the preparations were made....Do you happen to know of an unfamiliar wallet in this house? I came here to get my wallet, as I have previously mentioned."





"Hm... I don't believe so. Any out of place wallet would have been reported to me by the housemaid... it must be in my daughter's room."





I looked up the stairs. The carpet was red and ran up the steps. Each step stood rather tall and difficult, unexpected for such a big girl's house. The stairway had no turning to it so that the floor space on teh second floor could have more area and structural support... The whole house looked a bit like being inside an animal/human. The green Christmas lights looked really nice however.





There were also no visible windows in the main room. It started to creep me out. "Where is her room? Upstairs?" Pamela's room lay upstairs and I grew excited. Time to leave this creepy room.





But up the stairs, I started to notice something weird... The floors were kind of moist. It smelled of something from a human as well...





"Do you clean up often? This carpet on the stairs is dirty."





"It must be the cleaning fluid from the maid. It actually smells pretty bad before it dries. She probably just got done cleaning up before we arrived."





Up the stairs there arose a painting. It had a flock of doves, an untarnished white. A door juxtaposed it on the left and right. At the other side of the hall another two doors stood alongside a painting of crows flocked around a hamburger. At all four corners of the floor, a painting and two doors could be seen. It became a bit unbearable to think the next floors may be so complex...





I tried to open the rightmost door from the stairway rising into the floor. Inside the heat and moisture picked up. I could hear breathing. And then I flushed red in the face. Pamela lay there on her bed without covers. I saw her body with cellulite, rolls and curves which appeared so foreign to me.. I imagined Pamela asleep as soon as she turned her face up to me, an unmistakable blush upon her face and other areas pf flesh.





"Where is my wallet?"





"Spend the night wiht me and you will find out. I am feeling tired, would you mind sleeping beside me to keep me warm? As you may have noticed, my covers are not around so I can't bundle up."





Perhaps getting the wrong idea, I stripped to my underwear, but wished to go no further. But if I really had to, I guess I would.





"Oh, are you really ready to enter that stage of the relationship?"





"No, I'm not. Please don't ask me to do something like that."





"Just sleep next to me is all I asked."





I first climbed onto the bed and kept more than an arm's reach away from Pamela. It was a really large bed which could easily fit 5 people on it. Suddenly, Pamela started farting. My body acting by itself, I decided to move all the way to her body and embrace her from behind. Maybe I did not want to give the impression that I could not withstand everything I needed to do to have a chance of returning to my normal life. But once I did, I probably would do my best to get this crazy girl out of my life......





My thoughts began to vanish. The warmth Pamela provided was almost unbearably hot, but I decided to will myself and stay with her as adequately as she could want. It started to seep in that she was in a truly innocent state, her natural form giving her such vulnerability.... And she did not demand anything or rush toward me. Taking it all in, my feelings slowly began to differ...





And then I fell asleep.





December 22, 2019 - Pamela awoke me without a jostle nor strangling hug nor something obscene, but a kiss on my forehead. Shocking, a little wet, suckling, embarrassing yet somehow plain. No use of the tongue, just a smack of the lips.





The crazy situation quickly rattled my body. But that movement quickly lent itself into struggling as I found myself trapped under constraints. And when I tried to speak, I could only mumble as my mouth was plugged shut.





"When I can fully trust you, then you are free to speak." Pamela's face could narrowly be seen in the red light carrying harsh, necessary seriousness before acquiescing into a joyful, loving smile.