Partners in crime

Boobala looked at his calendar. Graduation was only a month away. He circled the date of July 5 in red because it was his 18th birthday. “Finally,” he told himself, “I’ll be 18 years old and I will be able to make my own decisions about my life. Mom and Dad won’t be able to say anything about it.” . She was careful not to dial 27 for fear that her secret marriage to Harry would be exposed.

She and Harry had been secretly seeing each other for a few months now and then after school. Boobala was glad that Mom had finally relaxed her wakefulness. She had returned to the store to work with Dad, which made it easy for them to meet up without being discovered. Boobala was a puppet in Harry’s hands. She was easy to manipulate. They had to be careful with ballast that their parents found out. So far, the 19-year-old playboy’s plan was working perfectly. Harry didn’t want to have sex with Boobala. He wasn’t stupid, he knew she was a minor, and if she got pregnant he didn’t want to be accused of rape. Besides, why would he want to have sex with her when he had Stefania the perky Italian with the voluminous breasts? She was a waitress at Gino’s Pizzeria and she was much older than him. Thinking of Stefania, her cheeks start to blush. She became visibly aroused as she savored the memory of their last desperate sexual encounter. “Ooh-wee, is it sexy?” Harry told himself. For some strange reason, he wondered why he seemed to be developing a taste for older women.

It was getting difficult for him to keep his mind from going back to his sexual fantasy, but he needed to move on. He needed to focus on the matter at hand, which was his priority for the moment. After careful consideration, he decided it was now or never. He asked Boobala to marry him. She accepted enthusiastically, stars in her eyes, as he promised her a bright future. He would earn a college degree and become a merchant like his Uncle Jake. The date was set for July 27, almost three weeks after her 18th birthday. He knew it would take all the courage he could muster to marry her. However, once it was over, she would become his meal ticket.

No: 5 (September 4, 2011)

Spider, Spider spins the web

Harry needed to learn about his future in-laws so that he could plan his strategy in advance. He needed to ingratiate himself with them. He kept pressuring Boobala to meet them. This was going to be difficult, since Mildred had made the law. Boobala didn’t date until he finished high school and four years of college. Meanwhile, Mildred already had her eyes on some of the young men whose families were accommodated in the synagogue as a possibility. The only way for Boobala to bring Harry home was to ask his mom for permission to help a student prepare for his final exams. When she agreed, Boobala begged Harry not to wear his ripped jeans and dirty sneakers, but to dress well to make a favorable impression on his mom.

Relieved when they finished what Harry perceived as a necessary task, Harry put his books in his backpack and sped towards the exit. Mildred intercepted him and offered him a soda. “So Larry,” he asked.

“My name is Harry, Mrs. Finkenberg.”

“Sorry Harry, did Boobala tell me you want to be a merchant like your uncle?” He asked, looking carefully at the young man’s musculature.

He replied weakly, “Oh yes.”

“You’re not Jewish, are you?” Mildred continued, “I noticed you call your uncle by the name Jake, is that short for Jacob?”

“Uh, I’m not sure.” He whispered taking a sip of his soda.

“So what is your uncle’s last name?” Mildred continued. “Oh, it’s Rubenstein.” he replied, not knowing what else to say.

“So your uncle is Jewish,” Mildred exclaimed.

“Uh, I’m not sure, but I think it’s possible,” he replied.

Harry’s mind raced. ‘What is he talking about, my Uncle Jake is Italian? Why did I have to say Rubenstein when his name is Jake Vitobello? This woman is making me nervous. I don’t even know what to say anymore. I wish it would shut up.

“So Harry, what college are you planning to go to?” she continued asking.

Harry, angry now, thought, ‘What about third grade? Who does he think he is, the CIA? She’s so damn annoying. ‘

Trying to stay calm, he blurted out, “Oh my Uncle Jake is sending me to Yale University.”

Mildred continued with her question: “So tell me, why is your uncle sending you to college instead of your parents?

Harry, feeling nervous, quickly replied, “Uh, my parents are dead. They died in a car accident when I was ten and Uncle Jake raised me.”

Mildred was not satisfied. She looked him straight in the eye. “Young man, to go to that university you need to be very smart and have excellent grades. So how is my daughter helping you if you are so smart?”

Harry was furious as he thought to himself, ‘Wow, what a bitch! It’s no wonder Boobala is so intimidated by her that she must have fun making people uncomfortable. “As she left, she said to Mildred,” Uh, I really have to go; Uncle Jake has dinner waiting for me. Thanks for the soda. “

As soon as Harry left, Mildred called out to Boobala in a threatening voice, “Are you sure he’s not your boyfriend?”

Boobala, shaking, scared as hell, and blushing he echoed: “No mom, he’s not my boyfriend. You heard us studying right?”

Mildred thoughtfully raised her eyebrows, twisting her nose a little. “Well, I don’t like it; I smell like a skunk. There is something about him that rubs me badly. Look at all those muscles, what time do you have to study and get good grades? You, miss, better not lie to me too.”

No: 6 (9-6-2011)

To be continued: Boobala Darling’s Part 5 of 9 Wins a Cruise: