Fury burned inside of Jordan as he looked up at the monstrous tweenager. He hated that this virus had taken his size but moreso his authority as an adult. The indignity of not only being held down with Dayton’s index finger but being blackmailed by her. In what world should this be the reality?
Jordan watched as girls of similar age zoomed by Dayton and Nicolle, oblivious to his plight. Jordan could do nothing as Dayton’s hand ensnared him in her grip. He couldn’t risk Sara getting upset with him. He needed to go to school with her tomorrow. It was the only way he could for sure talk with Emily or Daniela.
“Here’s your phone, Sara,” Dayton said sweetly as she handed Sara her phone back. Jordan watched Sara grab the phone and then look down at Jordan clutched in Dayton’s hand.
“There’s my little man,” Sara said as she reached for him. Jordan could tell Dayton was reluctant to release him, but he felt Dayton’s fingers pull away from him as he dropped into Sara’s open palm.
“Nicolle and I were hoping to hang out with Body Hottie,” Dayton said as she looked at Jordan with a glare before smiling at Sara.
“I know; I’m sorry. He just got back from seeing the doctors, where he got his little shots. Then we met with my therapist so we could get him set up officially as my service underbred for emotional support.” Sara said as her hand blanketed Jordan.
“So he’s like a service dog?” Nicolle said inquisitively as she looked at the small man in Sara’s hand. While Dayton had a big grin on her face as she looked at Jordan.
“So he’s like a service pet then. See, I told you he wasn’t really a person, Nicolle. He has to do what Sara says just like I do.” Dayton said
Jordan waited for Sara to step in and correct her. He wanted her to say that they were wrong. However, Sara merely held him and gave him a gentle pat before placing him on her shoulder.
“Sara, tell her she’s wrong.” Jordan finally said.
“Wrong about what? We talked about this, remember? You’re my little pet man, aren’t you? I mean, you weren’t just lying to get out of your habitat, were you?” Sara asked questioningly.
“No, I mean she just-”
“Let’s hear it then,” Sara said.
“I’m your pet man,” Jordan admitted in front of Stephanie, Dayton, and Nicolle.
“Look, I know it’s a big adjustment. In the long run, you are going to see how good you have it with me as my whitto man. No one is going to treat you any differently just because you’re my little pet man than they would have before, are they, Dayton?” Sara said with a stern look.
“No, Ma’am. Nicolle and I were just talking about that. That’s why we were wanting to hang out with Body Hottie to get to know him better.
“Cause just because you’re bigger than someone doesn’t mean you get to boss them around or they are some kind of slave to do your bidding. Underbreds still deserve respect and deserve to be treated fairly.
“You don’t treat Body Hottie equally, though,” Dayton said, not thinking it was fair that she couldn’t boss the little man around.
“No, I treat Body Hottie fairly, and I treat him with the respect he deserves. There is a difference between equal and fair. Look, Steph’s mom is a doctor, and my mom is a nurse. Now they aren’t paid equally, but they are both paid fairly. Treating someone fair and with respect doesn’t mean you treat them equally. Like you treat your parents differently than you treat Nicolle, right? They are both people, but they aren’t equal. It’s the same with Body Hottie. I treat him fair, show him respect, listen to his concerns, and I care for him. But he’s not my equal.
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