Worse Than Chopped Liver

[TeenFan]

Worse Than Chopped Liver
Chapter 1. Going to Great Lengths to Make it Vanish


Ashley Anderson wasn't an overly picky eater. She could eat most things that showed up on the lunch or dinner table. However, there are some
food items Ashley can't stomach. She doesn't care for canned fish, not salmon nor mackerel and definitely not sardines. As for vegetables, she
hates Brussel sprouts. Cottage cheese, in her opinion, is a white icky and stinky mess of congealed runny gunk. All of these nutritious items are
on her most disliked list but topping it all is LIVER.

Even watching how it was cooked caused nausea. Ashley's mom did it the old-fashioned way, coating it with seasoned/spiced flour then fried
in a pan. DISGUSTING. The same pan was used to sauté white onions in bacon fat, but this did little to cover up the offending assault on the
taste buds, not to mention the effect on her delicate nasal passages.

Ashley hated the stuff since she was small, and now at thirteen years old it still makes her want to puke when she so much as smells it cooking
in the kitchen. Though her mother doesn't make it very often, Ashley devised an ingenious method of disposing of her portion of liver at the
table.

Mom being lazy about doing dishes played an important part. To cut down on dishwashing time and effort, the family normally uses red plastic
drinking cups, the sneaky girl using the non see-through plastic to an advantage. During dinner, while everyone else at the table is focused on whatever the subject of discussion happened to be, Ashley took further advantage of their distraction. Right under their noses she could make
that awful liver vanish without a trace...without eating it.

At the dinner table, Ashley chooses not to add the onions or any sauce onto the thick slab of meat on her plate. She wants no steak sauce either,
wanting the cut of meat to remain as dry as possible. She cuts a piece of the brown shitty looking stuff, and using the fork places it into her
mouth. Instead of chewing and swallowing the liver, Ashley pretends to chew the unsavory piece of dead meat. Then reaching for the cup
of tea or whatever happens to be in her plastic cup, she pretends to take a sip only to spit the chunk of liver into the cup. Presto, like magic
one piece gone. Seven or eight more bites to pretend to eat and the whole cut of horrid meat is no more.

Ashley is an only child. One fact that made her daring plan successful is she has no brother or sister to rat her out. Amazingly, neither
her mom or dad suspected a thing, and Ashley got away with it several times. However, this luck changed one night when her two cousins came over for a weekend visit.

The visit wasn't planned. Ashley's Uncle Franklin had a medical issue and needed to go to the hospital. The two cousins got dropped off at
Ashley's house so the aunt can focus on her husband's wellbeing. It just happened that the evening Donovan and Derry had to spend the night
was the day Ashley's mom made liver for dinner.

Neither of the cousins is fond of liver, but being guests, they put up no fuss or squawk when the aroma of frying liver wafted from the kitchen.
It caught them, and Ashley especially by surprise. The three of them came in from the backyard, having been playing around in the treehouse
up in a large oak tree. Donovan is two years older than Ashley and she thinks he's quite handsome. The young girl actually is flirtatious when
the hunky older cousin is around. Since it was late springtime, and warm outside, Ashley went so far as to wear the minimal acceptable level
of clothing. She got all silly in her head imagining she turned Donovan on while she wore cutoff jeans shorts and a bikini top. It makes her tingle
all over when she catches Donovan glancing down at her rapidly developing breasts barely concealed in the bikini top that she got a year earlier
and was rapidly outgrowing. Twelve year old Derry sometimes stared right at her chest, but the obnoxious pre-teen didn't have the same effect
on her when he got to gawking. Boys younger than her could run around the yard naked for all she cared, not getting much of her attention. Her thoughts are on bigger boys.

The three of them were laughing coming in the back door, but Ashley stopped immediately upon detecting the unmistakable aroma of the worst
food in the world. Fucking LIVER! OH Hell no.

"What was that you said, young lady"

The question came from mom, and Ashley realized in horror that she had said "Fucking LIVER! OH hell no" out loud and way too loud. Even
Donovan and Derry stared at her, neither of them having heard her cuss like that before.

The table was already set, which Ashley was supposed to help out with, and even though she was not exactly dressed for the dinner table, mom
had her daughter and the cousins use the kitchen sink to wash their hands before she ordered them all to take seats at the table.

Ashley felt fine running around the backyard this way, but at the dinner table she felt a little underdressed sitting there wearing only a bikini
up top. The two boys were seated directly across from her, and she could feel their eyes upon her exposed skin. How could she blame them
for that, when there is no good reason to look down at one's dinner plate. An ugly hunk of shit colored animal protein is not exactly a work
of art to gaze upon. Ashley imagined the four eyes of her two cousins wandering from one round mound barely concealed behind thin cloth to
the other. Suddenly it wasn't so warm as a crop of goose bumps popped out on her arms. Is that air conditioning turned up too much?

"I hope you boys like liver. It's very nutritious for you. I have onions and gravy if you want it." Mom looks on proudly as her two nephews
pretend to find liver to be an enjoyable dish. Ashley can see right through their deception. They can't deceive in ways that she can...

...and then she saw it, the glasses on the table. With guests at the table, mom had put out water in clear glasses. No plastic cups colored
red to help make the unwelcome food item vanish. She almost said out loud 'OH FUCK'.

Feeling panic come over her, Ashley makes a fake smiley face. Desperately she looks around the table for some solution to this disaster. Maybe
she could stick the stuff into her napkin, but would it hold the full amount of meat? Maybe she could drop pieces on the floor, but there is no
family dog to come by and dispose of them.

Everyone at the table has taken several bites of the awful meat, and even dad looked over at Ashley with a questioning glance. This is more
than awful. What the fuck can she do? Then a possible solution seeps into her brain. She can actually see a way out of this. She thinks some
more on it, and it seems reasonable and doable. Yes...yes, it should work.

With a more natural smile on her face, Ashley picks up the knife and fork. The liver takes up one quarter of the plate. Mashed potatoes with
gravy, green peas, and spinach from a can take up the three other quarters of the dinner plate. Only the potatoes could be considered
appetizing. There is no way she could hide the liver underneath the mashed potatoes. A different way must be found.

Ashley cuts a small sliver from the hunk of meat. She cuts several small slices. The two cousins are getting into a discussion of what they
are doing this summer once school is out. Donovan wants to do lifeguarding classes when he turns sixteen soon, and Derry will be going to
his first summer camp as a member of the Boy Scouts. Both mom and dad are interested in what they have to say. Ashley drops the knife
and the fork. She picks up one of precut pieces of meat using her hand. Folding her fingers around it, she slides her hand down to the
edge of the table. Nobody is looking her way. Ashley drops the hand down to her lap. Still nobody is looking her way. Using her left hand,
Ashley pulls the front of her jeans shorts outward, first taking the time to unsnap the button.

At first considering just dropping the piece of liver down her shorts, Ashley realized the trouble will come when it's time to walk away from the
table. The leg opening is cut fairly short short, but doesn't fit so tight as to be a safe seal. A piece or two might slip out when she gets up and
begins to walk out of the dining room. That's too risky.

The slice of liver is tucked down into Ashley's panties, as she pulls on the front waistband. The first piece concealed, Ashley looks up and
around the table. Nobody noticed a thing. This isn't exactly a piece of cake the way spitting chunks of liver into a plastic cup was. This
is definitely more troublesome a maneuver. After placing four pieces of meat down there, Ashley looked up again to see her younger
cousin looking at her. Oh Shit...Derry suspects something.

[Somebody]

An interesting setup!

[WingDing]

It seems to me that having to put the liver in her mouth and taste it is a flaw in her original plan.