South of the Boudoir, by ARthur

Chapter 6
South of the Boudoir, Part 6

Chapter Description: By ARthur

Uxia’s foul behavior continued for nearly a week. Then Valene found herself back in the tankini bathing suit and imprisoned in Kiddie Pool 17 at the beach. She again watched from the fence as an anxious Uxia waited for somebody or something from her beach towel on the sand.

The tension soon broke as Jeneane arrived with what appeared to be a disoriented and worried 7-year-old boy in tow. She let go of the boy as she stopped to confront Uxia.

The boy stumbled forward, eventually ending up outside the fence at the kiddie pool. Valene took a good look at the lad. His facial features somewhat resembled those of Rob, scrunched to child configuration. But the boy before her, who stood only as high as the bottom of her nose, just couldn’t be Rob. He wasn’t a boy hunk. Wearing only maroon swim trunks and sandals, he appeared scrawny. His arms and legs were thin and devoid of muscles, while his torso still retained vestiges of baby fat. He looked gawky.

At a distance, Jeneane could be seen heartily laughing into Uxia’s now violently perturbed face. Jeneane appeared to say, "You’ll never get him now. I fixed it so if I can’t have him, neither can you. The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach - if you put the right stuff in his stomach!"

The boy finally looked Valene in the eyes. "It’s you!" he said taking four quick steps backwards. "You’re the brat who jumped on my legs in the bedroom. You kicked your mommy. You-please, don’t hit me."

"Rob?" Valene asked in astonished realization. Tears welled in his eyes as he nodded "Yes." Valene pressed against the fence. "I won’t hit you. I like you," she said. "We met at McCauley!"

Rob squinted his eyes as he moved closer to the fence. "I can’t-" he began.

"You don’t remember our meeting at the club, in your office?" Valene reminded him. "Purple leotard with gold stripe?" Rob replied. "Yes!"

"They did it to me, and now they did it to you," Valene noted, as she put her hand over the junior Rob’s hand clutching the fence links.

"Maybe together we can-" Valene started. But Jeneane, who yanked Rob away from the fence, unexpectedly terminated this chance meeting. "Time to go, Robby," the woman ordered.

"You leave me alone, Jeneane," he defiantly retorted.

Giving him a fast smack to the rear, Jeneane sternly admonished him. "I told you to call me ’mommy’ from now on. You’ll behave like a good little boy - or else!" He meekly left with his new mommy.

Valene was utterly shaken. Those unscrupulous water-peddlers were not above destroying what they could not have. In doing so, they had taken her muscular dream man and reduced him to awkward little squirt who didn’t look capable of punching his way out of a paper bag. Rob must feel even worse than she did for him, Valene judged.

Her introspection was abruptly shattered as Uxia appeared at the kiddie pool fence and ordered Valene out immediately. ’They’re monster’ Valene thought as she backed away from the fence.

"Come here right now," Uxia demanded. Valene turned and ran. "Get my daughter," Uxia yelled at the people maintaining the pool. Valene sought shelter under the water slide.

"I know you’re having fun, but you got to go home now," the lady lifeguard urged Valene, who shook her head "no." The lifeguard froze at the fearful look she saw on the girl’s face. But the employee keeping watch on the gate to the enclosure grabbed Valene and carried her to Uxia. The faux mommy walked away, with Valene, a shocked and puzzled look on her face, visible over Uxia’s shoulder.

"There’s something horribly amiss in that girl’s relationship with her mother," the lifeguard told the gatekeeper. He replied, "But it’s none of our business."

Valene’s fear of Uxia increased ten fold following her return to Ocean Point Tower. Uxia had fallen into a dark mood, kicking things, smashing glassware, screaming off the balcony, and cursing freely at Valene. Now totally terrified, Valene, her child emotions having nearly taken over her being, hid under her bed until she heard Uxia go into the bathroom.

Quietly sneaking out, she reached into Uxia’s handbag and pulled out her cell phone. Punching in Marjorie’s number, she heard a ring. The blocking program was only on the house phone, Valene grinned.

"Hello," responded the voice on the other end of the connection.

"Marjorie, this is Val. Help! Get over-" Valene said, only to have the phone ripped from her hand. Valene screamed as Uxia, now standing above her dressed only in her underwear, clicked the conversation over.

"Can’t I trust you?" Uxia thundered, with fire burning from her eyes.

Letting out another uncontrolled scream, Valene tried to run, but was stopped as Uxia latched onto her hair. "Let me go!" Valene yelled as loud as she was able, her whole scalp in pain.

"I have ways of dealing with you," Uxia coldly droned.

Still holding Valene’s hair, Uxia gave her two hard slaps across the face. She then dragged her into the bathroom, sat on a stool and threw Valene across her legs. Grabbing Valene’s own hairbrush, Uxia pulled down Valene’s panties and administered 20 hard hits to her exposed backside. Valene let out a piercing scream with each blow. Finally let go, Valene, bawling uncontrollably, quickly retreating under her bed.

A half-hour later, after Valene’s crying had degenerated into a few tearful sniffs, Uxia answered a knock at the door. It was two police officers, who said they were answering reports of child abuse from neighbors. Uxia denied that she had a child in the apartment. Too scared to leave the safety under her bed, Valene did not contradict the statement, so the officers left.

Uxia quickly got dressed and left the apartment, all the while mumbling about how she’d "fix that brat once and for all." Quivering with dread, Valene stayed put. But an hour later, Uxia returned - with a brown paper bag. ’Oh no,’ Valene thought. ’She’s purchased another bottle of that Izumiwakai mineral water.’