FOUNDLING: NEW CLOTHES AND OLD HABITS

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

Introduction

Mavis and Foundling were still eating when the old couple left.

Mavis walked as if to the washroom, noting the plate number of the nondescript Ford as they drove out. In the Ladies room she requested their plate searched over her radio and would call back for the result.

Mavis noted Foundling never even looked up as other kinds noisily went by, nor moved a muscle from exactly were she first sat down. Mavis had relatively little experience with children. But when visiting schools on Career days had never seen a grade schooler sit tight for thirty seconds, never mind an hours meal. "Curiouser and curiouser, she thought.

But soon the meal was over and Foundling jumped up to clean off the table and dispose of the paper and plastic. Other parents, attempting to keep an eye on their kids while balancing trays of half eaten food into the garbage commented on Mavis's obvious firm training of her daughter and wished theirs could be so well behaved.

"Were do you go to school, perfect one?" A mother asked her two dashing out into the busy parking lot as she dumped barely eaten food in the garbage.

"She attends the old style Middle School in the center of town as I did" Mavis replied. Foundling just looked up at her and smiled.

"And there is more to you than I dared hope" Foundling thought to herself. "Maybe we are not that much unalike after all. We are both willing to let Evans fuck our brains out for a chance to spend the rest of our lives securely with him. And if you are a graduate of the downtown Middle School, sexual submission will not be new to you"