Eyes wide in horror, Jen let out a high-pitched gasp. “Oh. My. GOD.”
“Okay, okay, I’ve got this. No one has to know. It’s just a weird... mistake. A one-time thing. Just don’t freak out, just don’t freak out.” She said to herself trying to stop panicking.
Her eyes were fixed on it. It was steaming ever so slightly, was glossy and the smell was pungent.
Suddenly she hears the heavy steps of her family’s maid Martha walking down the hall getting closer. She knew Martha was coming to her room she looked down and saw a disgusting taint to her perfect life manifested as a tan pile of sweet dough, her panties tried to hold back the on slot of cookie dough but were just not strong enough to contain all of it. As she felt and heard another squelchy plop as more dough fell from her panties
Think, think, what can I do?’ Jen’s mind was racing. She bit her lip as she looked around, hearing the heavy steps just outside her room she dove into her closet. And pulled the door mostly shut.
Without any hesitation Martha walked in a vacant look on her face as she worked. She looked around while grabbing the trash can near Jen’s dresser and was about to leave when she spotted the suspicious pile on Jen’s white faux fur rug.
Martha’s face contorted into disgust before she sniffed the air. Slowly she approached her disgust turning into curiosity.
Jen held her breath as her eyes were locked on Martha.
The silence was becoming deafening to Jen she wanted to run, she wanted to be anywhere but here.
Jen heard Martha adjust her latex gloves then a quite squelch as the latex fingers grabbed some of the dough.
“What on earth…?” Martha muttered. Another pause. Then: sniff sniff.
No. Don’t sniff it. Please don’t—
“Oh! It smells like Toll House.”
Please don’t taste it. Jen pleaded in her mind.
Jen squeezed her eyes shut.
Then she heard it, the most horrifying sound Jen had ever heard: a quiet, tentative nom.
“Oh my, this is actually quite good.” Martha said a delighted lilt in her voice as she proclaimed it
Jen whimpered softly into her arm. Her face was on fire. She felt like she was going to pass out from embarrassment.
Finally she opened her eyes when she heard a trash bag being opened and Martha scooped up the remainder into the bag.
Relief flooded Jen as Martha was cleaning up her biggest shame.
She let her breath go. It was almost done when she heard.
“Think I will bake this for the family to have as desert tonight!”
Jen was frozen, she watched as Martha finished up rolling up Jen’s rug before leaving.
As soon as the door clicked shut and Martha’s humming trailed off down the hall, Jen burst out of the closet in a flurry. She threw off her clothes and got some clean ones before tossing her soiled clothes in the trash; she would get new ones but was disgusted with them now.
Just then she heard the familiar chime from her phone.
She stared at her phone. The Cheer squad group chat was already lighting up:
"Don’t forget we’re all meeting in the quad during first period to discuss the upcoming bake sale. We need $$$ for Nationals or we’re riding a bus with NO A/C again"
Jen nearly screamed.
School was waiting, and skipping would raise questions. And as captain of the cheer squad Jen could never missed a group meeting.
Continuing to read the messages to see if there was an out for her she saw.
Tiff: “Miss Van Doren said we have to beat last year’s football fundraiser total or we lose the top gym slot”
Lexi: “We need like RECORD numbers—think BIG. Think DELICIOUS. Think ICONIC.”
Mads: “I want PEOPLE FIGHTING over our booth. Elbowing nerds in the quad for a brownie.”
Jen: “...lol yeah love that idea girls but let’s talk in person”