A Lesson for Lester . . . and Me

Chapter 8: enough?

My revenge scheme had now been going on for a fair few months and I think that I was starting to get sick of it. Things no longer seemed to be going along in quite the manner that I had expected. Mind you, I'd had some fun, in fact, a lot of fun, particularly at first, enjoying Lester's discomfort, his shame, but just lately . . . I wasn't so sure anymore.

I mean, when I thought about it, at school Lester was different. I had noticed from the outset of my revenge project that Lester had stopped his nasty tricks, and I'd been pleased about that. To me, it meant that he was too frightened to do anything lest I pick up on it.

And Lester was now getting on with the other kids better. He was being friendly and pleasant, and they were responding.

My goodness, maybe I'd unintentionally done Lester (and our classmates) a good turn. I didn't deny to myself that my aim had been to get back at the little bastard for pinching my pencil case, but it seemed that I'd taught him a lesson about how to treat others.

Maybe I should give myself a pat on the back.

Had my thirst for revenge been satisfied? Yeah, I felt so.

Okay then, it was time to end my project. Did I just tell Lester that it was over and send him away?

Hmmm. What would he do? There was certainly one consideration, if I ended it too abruptly, would Lester revert to his old ways?

The impact of the video I had on him had been significantly lessened because he could now claim (with some evidence) that I had forced him to start cross-dressing. We were both going to be losers.

How to deal with this?

How about a 'reasonable' approach:

"Lester, I think that you have probably learnt your lesson by now, so I'm going to ease back on you. However, I don't want you reverting to your previous nasty forms of behaviour - cheating and playing mean tricks on people."

"I'm over that, Kara, I am, completely."

"Okay, okay then. So what I'm thinking, is for you take all your girly gear home and hide it somewhere . . ."

"Yeah, I can do that. I've got a place in mind where I can hide everything."

"Rrrrrright," I drawled slowly, "Now just to make sure that you don't forget what could happen to you if you start with your nasty tricks again, I want you to keep dressing up in secret at home so as to maintain your skill level you might say. And (I added with emphasis) I am going to get you to come around and see me occasionally and dress up as Leslie so that I can check that you're not slipping."

"Sure, that's okay, I can handle that."

"Gooood," I responded uncertainly, a bit puzzled by the reaction.

"Er, Kara, there is one more thing that you could do for me if you would please. There's some more stuff I want to get, but I'm not really confident enough to go shopping by myself yet; I wonder, would you mind coming shopping with me, maybe a couple of more times?"

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