A Unique Gift – Chapter 3

When he woke the next morning he wondered if it was all a dream. He looked over at the dresser to find the collar wasn’t there. It must have been a dream he told himself. He got up, showered and dressed before heading downstairs for breakfast. He paused in shock as he saw the wooden box on the counter with the collar sitting neatly inside. It wasn’t a dream after all but how had the collar got back in its box when he had left it upstairs? It hadn’t been twelve hours. Maybe it returns there after being unworn for a while Jack wondered.

He made himself breakfast before scooping up the box and heading into college. He walked there, it wasn’t far and he arrived with plenty of time before his first class. He sat on the grass and wondered who to try the collar on. He debated telling Abby, his best and only female friend but she was away for the week on holiday with her boyfriend. He still hadn’t decided when he got to class.

The rest of the day went slowly but Jack had decided who he wanted to try the collar on. For the first time since he started college, he looked forward to his Economics class which was his last class of the day. He made his way in and sat down, paying attention to Miss Jameson as she walked in the room. She started the class and Jack sat thinking of a way he could get her to wear the collar.

It was nearing the end of the class and Jack still couldn’t think of a viable way to get her to wear it. His grandfather had said she had to put it on willingly so that made things harder. He had a vague idea but he needed to be alone with her. Thankfully even the smallest infractions in her class would usually land someone in trouble. Jack stretched his arms up and wide as he yawned loudly. Miss Jameson glared at him.

“Am I boring you Mr. Stevens?” She asked staring at Jack.

“Sorry, just tired is all,” Jack replied casually as if he didn’t care. He could see her face seething with anger.

“Well after all the sleep you got in class yesterday I can only assume you struggled to sleep last night. Stay after class, we need to talk about your attitude,” she snapped before continuing with her lecture. She finished up and everyone left the room quietly scared of upsetting miss Jameson even when class was over. Jack watched them all leave and Miss Jameson shut the door before rounding on Jack.

“So do you think it’s acceptable to fall asleep in my class and yawn loudly, not to mention the disrespect you showed me?” She asked Jack in a tone that suggested she did not want an answer.

“I’m sorry,” Jack said as sincerely as he could muster.

“That’s a start I suppose. You were such a good student last year and yet this year you seem to not care at all. I don’t really care what the reason behind it is but in my class you pay attention and learn. Got it?” She asked.

“I understand,” Jack replied.

“Good now get out, I have work to do,” Miss Jameson snipped gesturing to the door.

“Can I ask you one favor?” Jack asked causing her face to flair with annoyance.

“What is it?” She replied.

“Could you try this on? It’s a gift for a friend but I’m not sure how it will look,” Jack lied while retrieving the collar. He held it out to her and she looked at it in disgust.

“No. Why would I want to try on some cheap tat like that? I’m your teacher, not your friend now get out,” she repeated dismissing him again.

“I’ll make you a deal, try it on for me and I’ll be the perfect student for the rest of the year,” Jack offered. Miss Jameson looked at him and then at the collar before taking it from his hand.

“Fine if it means I can get through my classes without you disturbing them then I’ll put the damn thing on,” she grumbled as she fastened the collar around her neck. As she closed the clasp Jack saw the pendant glow blue before Miss Jamesons eyes momentarily glowed blue to match.

“Miss Jameson?” Jack asked.

“Please call me Alice,” Miss Jameson replied.

“Alice?” Jack repeated.

“Yes, I am your property so it is only fitting you call me by my first name, unless you have another name you would prefer?” Alice asked, her tone was soft and subservient, very different from how Jack had ever heard her speak before.

“You’re my property?” Jack asked in shock.

“Yes, this collar marks me as your slave for twelve hours. Until that time is up I am yours to do with as you wish,” Alice replied. Jack couldn’t believe his luck. He knew that she wasn’t tricking him, Miss Jameson would never say such a thing especially to one of her students and even if she did, she couldn’t have faked her eyes glowing blue.

“You will do whatever I want?” Jack confirmed.

“Yes, if that is your wish. Whatever you want I want,” she replied.

Jacks mind reeled with the possibilities. He was a young man so obviously his first thoughts were sexual. He had the hottest teacher in the college under his command. He felt his cock harden in his pants but he knew he couldn’t act on it here. If anyone caught them he would probably be kicked out of college and Miss Jameson would definitely be fired, if not worse.

“Come to my house with me,” he told her.

“Of course master,” Alice replied. Master, Jack liked the sound of that but it would raise a lot of questions if anyone overheard.

“Until we get to my house, stick to calling me Jack,” he told her. She nodded and obediently followed him out of the door. They walked together down the corridor drawing strange looks from the students passing by. Jack whispered to Alice to follow behind him and pretend everything was normal. She stopped and waited until he was a few steps ahead before following with her usual glower.

 

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Wildwood Daze – 1980 – I’ve Had It With This Town

I love the summer. I’ve been dropped here against my will by some other person. My father. I have no control over my life. I have to go to school at a new school as a stranger. I know you have a problem with my dissatisfaction and depression.

I excel in school and start a band. I thrive in this shit hole you’ve dropped me off with no concept of how that will break your son’s spirit.

Janice is off in college so you’re good. If anything is of kilter your going to lose your shit and that is me.

What did you think was going to happen?

Let’s rip the 17-year-old son from all of his friends and his band from Philly and drop him off in Wildwood, New Jersey. A retirement and resort town the you already know is a deathtrap for young people.

You dropped out of high school to get away from this hell hole. You joined the army rather than turn to crime at 17. You fucking asshole that I love.

I get it. I worked in banking just like you for 30 years. You were making a bunch of bad loans at the Provident in Philly and got out when the getting was good.

You retreated to NJ. your little safe haven to escape, but you never thought of what that would do to the children in your life.

The little ones were fine. April and Gabby didnt;t know any better. But I was a senior in high school. I never got to graduate with my friends at Frankford in Philly. I had a band. You destroyed that for your little escape plan.

But what was that. You replicated your life in NJ as the regional manager at First Fidelity Bank. You’re a great manager and a great man. But you really have a taste for some of your employees, man.

I remember telling you about a girl I met once how I was in a relationship and I told you about how I had feelings for her.

You said, “Why don’t you just move on her”

I said: “Because that would be wrong. I’d be cheating on my girlfriend and that would betray her trust in me.”

You were pleased and happy with my answer.

I knew it.. because you could never be that. I could see it in your eyes you were relived that I wasn’t like you in that respect.

That respect.

Bitch, please.

If you’re unhappy in your liffe, divorce mom and just send the check and leave us the fuck alone. Then you can bag Jennifer Sweeten or as you call her “sweet meat” all you want until her husband finds out.

You’ll figure it out.

 

You and your brother Jack were dropped off here after your parents divorced. Nobody got divorced back then.

Why the hell would you think it was a good idea to drop me off in this shit hole?

Wildwood is a glistening sand castle of magical fun and romance in the summer… and then it turns into a bleak shroud of dark depression where there is nothing going on in the winter. It is a desolate hole of isolation that is impossible for a teenager to escape.

Here I am. I know you and there is a part of you that is me. Some great. Some awful. But you have the chore of raising the shitty you and now the shitty son you don’t understand who is too much like your brother Jack.

So if there were any questions as to why Chaz wanted to load up the ’69 Volkswagen minibus and drive across the country to go live in sunny California let’s put all of that to rest right now.

I love you, you selfish, self-serving prick.

I really do.

Thank you for teaching me to read. Thank you for all of the books. Thank you for your honesty. Thank you for teaching me to ride a bike. Thank you for teaching me how to catch a fish. Thank you for teaching me to drive a car. Thank you for teaching me about wine, art, and literature and film. Thank you for teaching me about women. (To an extent) Thank you for everything.

I’m not going to mention all of the bad stuff here.

All ready did some of that.

 

Time to load of the 69 VW minibus and head to California.

 

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