Loli Impossible

Chapter 2
A Loli's Memories

Chapter Description: Marjorie has forgotten her mission by losing her memories. Can she regain them?

Ethyl hastened to Marjorie’s room. The urgency with which she was summoned suggested that Marjorie might have a way to bust the schemes of the cartel! She doubled down without breaking into a run and getting in trouble with the Dorm manager.

Upon arriving, she knocked and the door was answered immediately. Marjorie was very visibly relieved to see her.

“Thank goodness you made it, come inside quickly!” she said as she made furtive glances to the left and right to check if there was anyone else in the hallway that might spot them.

After sitting down on her bed, Ethyl asked, “So, what have you got? Is it big news?”

“Oh, if it got out, it’d be devastating! Look!” Marjorie pointed to a small reddened swelling on her cheek.

“I don’t understand,” said a perplexed Ethyl; she looked at the swelling again, just to be certain.

“What do you mean? If I show up in class with an imperfection on my face, my social standing will be ruined!” said an over-dramatic Marjorie.

“It’s a zit. They happen at your age a lot. If we clean it up and cover it with some concealer, it’ll hardly be noticeable.”

Relieved, but not ready to fully believe; Marjorie said, “Are you sure? You’re not pulling my leg, are you?”

“Yes, boss! I’ve had a few of those too, you know. I’m at least a year older than your current age.”

The comment was lost on Marjorie as Ethyl was urged to work her magic on her skin blemish. Only after it had been scrubbed with a medicated pad and covered up, was Marjorie’s crisis greatly eased.

“By the way, boss, is there anything new on our current assignment?”

“Oh, I thought I handed you my share of the research for our science project! Didn’t I?”

“Not with schoolwork!” said an exasperated Ethyl, “With our mission!”

“Huh? What mission and why do you keep calling me boss?”

Ethyl was confused. Could the reason for Marjorie’s obtuseness be that there were listening devices in the room? She pantomimed “Are there bugs?” in secret code to Marjorie.

The fact that it made her look like a moose in heat didn't help.

"We need to revise these codes, in the future!" thought Ethyl.

Marjorie didn’t understand. “Um, are you okay, Ethyl? You look like you’re having a fit.”

Ethyl gave up and the two discussed their joint school projects. She left shortly thereafter and made contact with Professor Smith.

“Do you think there’s something up with Marjorie?” asked the professor.

“She's acting like a perfectly normal tween, professor, too normal! There's no information concerning our mission for the last week and when I asked her about it, she seemed oblivious.”

“Hmm. I’ll look into it and see what’s going on.”

Ethyl left the professor’s office and resumed her duties. For the moment, whatever was causing Marjorie to have forgotten her mission was out of her hands.

Marjorie soon found herself in the professor’s office. She was a bit nervous as she didn’t have him for any of her courses, and hoped the stories that she’d read about young girls being taken advantage of by handsome professors didn’t apply here.

The professor was all business, however, and wanted to get down to brass tacks.

“Now then, Marjorie, do you remember why you’re here and what your mission is?”

Marjorie answered with a slight annoyance in her voice, “I’m here to be educated as befits a person of my standing in society, professor. In regards to my mission, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hmm. I see. Would you follow me, please?” said the professor as he turned a wall sconce, and a book rack slid backward and to the left revealing a hidden room.

“Wow! What is all this stuff? Radios, manuals, and is that a TV monitor? Are you a spy or something, professor?”

“Or something, yes. Would you be so kind as to sit in that chair over there? I’d like to put this helmet on your head for, um, an experiment that I’m conducting.”

Marjorie didn’t see any reason not to. She was just happy that there were no beds or couches that she could be forced upon. She sat down, and the professor put the helmet on her head and adjusted a few dials.

A computer next to the chair lit up as he studied the swirling patterns and status charts that appeared on its monitor.

“Ah, there’s the problem! It would appear, my dear, that you’ve been mind-wiped. Good thing we have everything from your last brain dump or you’d be stuck with the mind of a 12-year-old.”

Before Marjorie could object, he started a program that restored her memories up to the time she left the hospital.

Marjorie regained her memories and looked around at the hidden room as if she’d seen it for the first time.

“Professor Smith? What are you doing here? Where am I? What’s going on?”

The professor filled her in on what had transpired. Marjorie started to remember her arrival and then got very angry.

“Leopold Strangler! That son of a…” she sputtered.

“Language, young lady! You’re physically a child right now and swearing isn’t very ladylike.”

She carried on, ignoring the professor. He let her vent and get it out.

She started to calm down and reign in her curse-ridden tongue, “When I catch that, that, um, filthy so and so, I’m going to fix it so that he’ll be wearing adult diapers and has a serious drooling habit!”

The professor was visibly relieved that he wasn’t the object of her vitriol! He hoped that when they caught up with Leo, she wouldn’t be left alone with him and the agency’s lab devices for any length of time.

“If you’re quite finished with your plans for revenge, my dear, I believe it’s time to get back to the mission.”

Marjorie finished her rant and resumed her mission. After a week, she’d infiltrated the upper echelon of the cabal and had a good idea of what they were planning.

Fulfilling her school duties, she went to her next class and saw the most beautiful thing that she’d ever seen in her life.

A boy, aged 13, slightly taller than her, with golden curls and a pretty face, sat one row in front of her. His smooth, blemish-free face lit up with an angelic smile at her momentarily, and everything from the way he sat to his every gesture hit every "first crush" button her very soul possessed.

She found herself smitten, and the next 30 minutes of class were occupied with her openly staring at her newly discovered little piece of heaven with an unabashed innocent yearning. Only the period bell was able to wake her from her reverie as the boy got up and left for his next class.

Ethyl, greatly amused by Marjorie’s open display of puppy love, good-naturedly nudged her and said softly under her breath, “Get a room, you two!”

“Huh? Oh hi, Ethyl! Who was that boy? I haven’t seen him around here before,” said Marjorie with a dreamy smile as visions of his angelic face danced through her head.

“Oh, that’s Apollo Hart, he’s the heir from a long line of French fabric designers and it’s said that he’s in line to inherit half of the Manhattan garment district.”

“You don’t say,” breathed Marjorie. She shook her head to clear out the cobwebs and infatuation that the boy had created with his presence. After much concentration, she was able to push his beatific image to the back of her head and resume her penetration of the campus cartel.

All that all flew out the window, however, when at lunch the boy asked if the seat across from Marjorie was taken. She shook her head and he gratefully sat down.

“You’re Marjorie, right? Daughter of the famous lawyer Robert Phelps of the firm of Phelps, Newcome, and Gainer? The firm that's also known as the most prestigious adviser to the northern hemisphere? I’m Apollo Hart, it’s a pleasure to meet you!”

“Uh huh,” muttered Marjorie around her Pâte à Choux; she'd taken a rather large bite intending to quickly finish her lunch and visibly swallowed it almost choking on it in the process.

“Ahem! Likewise, I’m sure,” she said a little brightly as her brain began to enter meltdown mode, and while she wasn’t a self-conscious person by trade, she still found herself at a loss for words around the boy.

“Um, so how’s the weather?” she blurted out and then chastised herself. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” she thought to herself, “How lame was that?”

“Um, er, so, ah, Apollo!” she stuttered, “Your family is cloth designers, yes?” and kicked herself mentally again. “AHHH! This is so embarrassing!” She chastised herself and just wanted to die right there.

Apollo took no notice of her nervousness and smiled innocently. He knew he was a stud and often received this response from the time he was little. Fortunately, he was also compassionate.

“It’s okay, Marjorie, may I call you Marjorie? Ms. Phelps seems a bit too formal! Take a few deep breaths and relax!”

“Um, yup! You can call me Marjorie, Mr. Hart! Please do!” She pulled herself together and did her best to bring her raging emotions under control.

“Call me Apollo, my father’s name is Mr. Hart!” he said good-naturedly. The dryness of the joke was lost on Marjorie as a part of her brain started to pump massive amounts of Oxytocin that made her whole body feel a muzzy warmth as she stared at Apollo.

“Okay, Apollo!” she said with a happy smile.

“Now, I know it’s a school night, but I was wondering if we could meet in the library to study and get better acquainted? I would like to know more about you.”

“Sure thing! Do you wanna go right now?” Marjorie was over the moon. The boy's presence had pushed her mission to the back of her head. Her hormones were in full swing and all reason was lost.

“Um, we should wait for school to end first. How about 4 o’clock?”

“Okay! See you there!” she said as he excused himself and walked away. She stared longingly at his fleeting figure until he was out of sight.

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Apollo finished his classes and went to a small mansion on campus. The mansion was owned by the headmaster and proprietor of the school. As the butler took his school things, he headed over to his father’s study.

“Hello, father, I have good news concerning Marjorie Phelps!” he announced with a wholesome, winning smile.

Romeo Hart, also known as Leopold Strangler, turned to him and smiled with a very oily grin. He steepled his fingers in a pose that he thought made him look cool.

“Well done! The posthypnotic command that I planted in her mind should she gain her memory back is working well, I trust?”

“Like a charm! She’s so smitten, she’s dropped everything to meet with me in about an hour,” Apollo’s pleasant smile turned into a very sinister one.

“Good! Good! You know the drill. Woo her and knock her up! She’ll have to leave the Academy in disgrace and we’ll have seen the last of her and her pesky organization!”

“Yes, father!” answered Apollo wholeheartedly, "I love my job!"

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Holy Trysts, fiction fans! Can Marjorie overcome her hormones and triumph over Apollo?

Tune in next episode for the stunning conclusion!

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