Spying On Sandra Chapter 2-3 (Patreon)

Chapter 2.

After a couple of hours, Micah asked, "Are you really going to do this?”

“Damn straight. Even if she isn't talking about me. This could be fun. It's like a role-playing game in real life.”

“If you say so.”

“But you did say something that has got me thinking.”

“What?”

“I have to do research. I didn't know how many types of sundresses there are. I'll also have to learn how to put on lipstick.”

“What about eye shadow?”

“Smart-ass!”

“So, when are going to start?”

“Learning how to put on lipstick? Hmm, now.”

“Now?”

“Yeah. I'll start watching videos.”

“Don't you need something?”

“What?”

“Lipstick? You don't have any do you?”

“No, not yet. Let's go down to the dollar store. You can buy it cheap there.”

“Cheap lipstick?”

“Yeah, what's the difference?”

“I don't know. But there must be.”

“Uh-hmm.”

“What color?”

“I didn't think of that. I guess I'd better buy a bunch of colors and see which looks best on me. I mean her.”

“I'd like to see that.”

“Sure, you can watch.”

“I'm not missing this.”

Justin went to the dollar store and bought 20 pairs of lipstick in assorted colors. He didn't know which would look better. Not until he saw it online.

With a bag full of lipsticks and a few bags of chips, Justin left the store and headed for home.

“What should I do first?  Watch a video on how to apply it right or see which color I like?”

“First hand me one of those bags of chips.  Then I guess the video.”

“OK.”

Justin went to his computer and typed 'how to apply lipstick' on YouTube.  He looked at the thumbnails of the videos. The first one lasted 7+ minutes, the second lasted 5+ minutes, the third one had a black lady on it.  He had nothing against black ladies, but maybe he should choose a video from a Latina.  Since he was using a Latina image.  The first two had white women.

He looked down and saw one video. He only saw the woman's mouth, but the woman seemed darker than a white woman. Maybe this was a Latina. The video was called, '9 Hacks to Apply your Lipstick PERFECTLY' and it was only 3 minutes. He decided to watch it.

After 53 seconds in, he knew it wasn't for him. She started with a lip-liner and then brushed on something else, this was before applying the stick lipstick. Way too complicated. Justin moved back to look for another video.

Looking at the demos of the videos, it seemed that they all wanted to use a lip liner first. “Damn,” he thought. “This is supposed to be easy.”

He clicked on '1 Trick to Apply Perfect Lipstick' The woman on the video started with HI, welcome to my channel, and then started to speak in a different language. Probably Hindi. He clicked off that video in less than 20 seconds.

Next, the video started “I'm going to show you how to apply lipstick and make it last longer.” Then it said, “start with concealer.”

“God damn it! I don't care. I don't care!!!”

Justin decided it was better to just teach himself. He was going to apply 20 shades of lipstick. By the end, he should figure out how to do it well.

“First color, let me see.  Let me try this one.  It's a color somewhere between oranges and red and it's called 'Dangerous'.  Justin spread it over his lips, then puckered to get it even on the upper and lower.  Then he looked at his transformed face on the screen.  He captured the images, then wiped off the lipstick and moved to the next color called 'Flat Out Fabulous' which was more of a pinkish color.

Micah was watching intently with a huge smile on his face.

“What do you think?” Justin asked.

“You can do better.”

“OK, next color.”

"I narrowed it down to these two shades.  'Spice-To-You' and 'Plum-For-You' which do you like?"  After applying lipstick several dozen times, Justin was getting the hang of applying it well and fast.

“Hey, that Plum-For-You looks pretty good.  Keep that one.  I mean for Rosa, on you the Spice-For-You is better.”

“You think so?”

“I said it didn't I.  The purplish color works better on the darker skin.”

“You've become and expect.  OK, Plum it is.”

“Now do you want to go back to the dollar store and get some eye shadow?”

After an hour of trying new colors and getting his lips right. There was only one thing that Justin could say. “F*CK YOU!”

Chapter 3.

Micah phoned Justin, “Hey Man, I haven't seen you in a few days.”

“Busy.”

“Busy doing what?”

“Preparing.”

“Preparing for that thing we were talking about.”

“Yeah.”

“How?”

“There is so much to learn.”

“You're learning how to put on eye shadow and mascara?”

“No, not that.”

“Then what?”

“I've been  watching soap operas.”

“Why the hell are you doing that?”

“Because that is what we said on the profile.  I can't say I watch soap operas and not actually watch them.”

“I guess.”

“It's taking a lot of time. I'm not only watching a few every day, but I have to watch what happened before in older ones. Most are on for an hour, and you have to watch them. The older ones, I can skip over the commercials, but it's still 40 minutes.”

“You like them?”

“I have to pretend that I like them.  I mean I have to convince myself.  I have to get into the stories.”

“Well, that is only the mornings. What else are you up to?”

“I'm reading those romance novels. They are about 150 pages each and light reading.  I can usually read about two every 3 days or so.”

“You are really committing to this.”

“If you are going to do it.  Then do it right.”

“When are you going to start getting online and actually talking with Sandra?”

“Not for a while yet.  I do call her every night though.  Just to talk.  I learned that from the romance novels.”

“She doesn't know what you are doing?”

“No, she doesn't. I let her do most of the talking.”

“I have to go; I'll see you soon.” Justin hung up the phone.  The commercial was over.

What Justin didn't mention to Micah was not only was he reading romances and watching soaps, but he was also learning how to be a Catholic.  He was changing his own life completely.

Reading and watching soaps were time-consuming.  Justin who wasn't a very good housekeeper to begin with, needed help in keeping his house clean.  He decided to hire a maid to take care of those things.  He naturally hired a Hispanic maid.  Being surrounded by her would help him develop a more natural persona.  He had someone to model himself after.

Most of the time when the maid, Martina was there, he would lock himself in his office and watch his soaps or read his novels.  But he also made sure to find time to speak with Martina naturally.  Justin would record all these conversations.  It didn't matter what they talked about, he just wanted to talk.  He would actually follow her around which she was cleaning to talk to her.  Martina didn't find any of this suspicious.  She actually like it; it made her time at Justin's house seem to go faster.  Soon, Justin found a topic that interested Martina that they could talk about.

“Martina,” Justin said, "I'm thinking about becoming a Catholic.  My girlfriend is a Catholic (he lied) and I want to learn more about it.”

From then on, Justin asked Martina lots of questions about being a Catholic.  Martina was happy to tell him all about it.  This was killing two birds with one stone.

Justin recorded all these conversations and played them at night when he was about to go to sleep. The recording would repeat while he was sleeping. He was becoming used to the rhythms of Martina's speech.  What interested him was how she said the Spanish words like the names of certain spices and arroz con pollo with a Spanish accent while speaking in English with an English accent.

In the morning, Justin listened again, but this time he tried to mimic how Martina spoke.

Later, Justin said he wanted to learn how to speak Spanish and he let Martina teach him that also.  There was a lot to learn from Martina.

“Martina, Martina, thanks so much for coming over at the last minute,” Justin told her.

“De nada, que es the problem?”

“My girlfriend is coming over.  I want to make dinner for her.  She makes arroz con pollo all the time.  I want to make it for her.”

“Que?”

“I want you to help me.”

“Como?”

“Teach me.  I know you know how.  We talked about it.  Help me.”

“Tu want me to make it for tu?”

“No, I'll make it.  Just show me how.”

Martina was perplexed, she was here to clean.  But if Justin wanted to pay her to teach him how to cook, that was fine with her.”

“Si, I'll help you.  Let's see if you have the ingredients.”

Justin had them, he looked it up.

“OK, season chicken thighs by creating two slits in your chicken and season it with Chef Medito.  Make sure you season it well, really well.”

“Si” just said trying to mimic her accent.

“Both sides.  Now season with seasoned with black pepper.”

“It's done.”

“Use a medium frying pan, two tablespoons of oil, and set it to medium-high heat.”

“Si.”

“When it heats up place all your chicken.  Cook your chicken for three to four minutes on each side...After three minutes flip it over.”

“Como?”

“With these tongs.”

“Now after another three minutes remove chicken from oil.”

“Si.”

“Tu add another tablespoon of oil and add your bell peppers.”

The recipe continued.  Justin wasn't only learning to cook, but he was trying to perfect his accent and how to sprinkle Spanish words into his sentences.

“Gracias,” he said after the mean was prepared.

“De nada,” Martina replied.

“Want me to clean up?”

“No, you've done enough.”

Martina left the house.  Justin put on the apron that Martina usually wore when cleaning and cleaned up the kitchen as he had seen Martina do.  He made sure the kitchen was spotless.  “Maybe I should change the profession on my profile from secretary to maid?” Justin thought.

Justin called Micah.  He hadn't seen him in a while.  “Micah, come on over, I made dinner.”

“What?”

“I made dinner.  It should be delicious.  Come over.”

“You made dinner?  I've never seen you cook.”

“It's all part of the plan.  Come on.”

“OK.”

“Gracias,” Justin said and ended the call.

Micah arrived a few minutes later, Justin greeting him at the door, he was still wearing an apron over his regular male apparel.  “¿Hola como estas?” Justin said in accented Spanish.

“What did you say?”

“I asked you how you are?”

“In Spanish?”

“Si.”

“What are you doing?”

“Nada.”

“Stop that!”

“You're going to love what I made.  It's very tasty.”

“You made it yourself?”

“Si, I mean yeah.  Martina taught me.  Sit down, let me get it.”

Micah didn't know what to think.  Justin seemed different.  It wasn't just that he was speaking Spanish, there was something else.  Micah couldn't place what it was though.  It took Micah a moment to realize that the table was set.  He even had a place mat.

Before Justin bought out the meal, he brought out some bread.

“Try my bread, I baked it myself.”

“You baked bread?”

“Si, uh yeah.”

Micah touched the bread, it was still warm.  It was obvious that it was hot out of the oven.

“What's come over you?”

“Nothing, I live alone.  I should be cooking.”

“If you say so.”

Justin exited the kitchen with the pan of food (arroz con pollo).  It included a serving ladle.  Justin put it on the trivet in the center of the table so as not to burn the tablecloth.  Micah didn't know what the trivet was called, but he couldn't imagine that Justin had owned one nor that he had ever used one before.

“Help yourself.”

Micah looked around.  He picked up the empty dish in front of him and then used the ladle to serve himself the food.

“Have it with some bread, it's really good.  If this was authentic, I would have made it with tortillas, but we are in America so what the hell freshly baked bread is good enough.”

Micah thought it was a little spicy, but he liked it.  “You made all this?”

“Well, Martina helped, but I did it yes.”

“What's come over you?”

“Don't you like it?”

“It's good, but still.”

“Then just eat it...and keep your mouth closed then you talk.”

“OK, Mommy.  I won't chew with my mouth opened.”

“Good.”

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