Chapter 6

After the stir fry cashew chicken, and fried rice, Terri brought a mug of coffee and a small plate with two large sugar cookies, light pink strawberry icing on top.

“That’s your last K.I.T.N. mug; don’t throw it on the floor,” Terri softly said.

“I work at the God damned station; I can get as many of these stupid mugs as I want,” Pam snarled.

Terri said nothing, just turned and left the room. Pam sullenly bit into the soft cookie. Her lips began to curl up as she tasted the strawberry icing.

A moment later, Terri returned to the dining room. Wordlessly she placed the riding crop and the padded cuffs onto the table in front of the chair Pam had bound her to the first time she’d disciplined Terri.

“What’s that?” Pam snapped.

“Well, apparently you’re not happy with me,” Terri said flatly.

“You went into my room?” Pam shrilled.

“Ms. White. I go into your room all the time,” Terri retorted.

Terri stood next to the chair. Pam slowly, methodically chewed her cookies, sipped her coffee. Finally she finished and stood.

“How many?” Pam asked, picking up the crop.

“I don’t know, ma’am, I don’t know how upset you are,” Terri said, voice flat.

Pam suddenly threw the riding crop at Terri.

“I can’t, damn it! I can’t do this!” Pam screamed and fled the room.

Terri heard Pam’s bedroom door slam shut. Silently, Terri put the riding crop back onto the table. Then she picked up Pam’s cup and plate.

“How can you, and when did, when did you think you’re gay?” Pam demanded, marching into the kitchen.

Remember what you did?” Terri asked, turning around from her position at the sink. “That night? After you used that whip on me?”

“Yeah, I put some aloe vera on your skin,” Pam snapped.

“You touched me,” Terri said, putting her back to the counter and drying her hands on her apron.

“Kind of hard put lotion on you don’t,” Pam snapped sarcastically.

“No ma’am. I mean, you touched me,” Terri said, blushing. “You touched my, you fingered my pussy.”

“Oh. Uh, I yeah I did,” Pam remembered.

Pam remembered how wet Terri’s pussy had been. She remembered how wet and warm and tight Terri had been. Terri’s pussy had gripped against her fingers as Pam thrust in and out of Terri’s pussy.

Then Pam remembered, after she had delivered the tenth blow, she had fingered Terri’s pussy, had teased Terri’s clitoris until Terri was on the brink of orgasm. Then she had savagely applied the last ten of Terri’s blows.

“No ma’am, you touched me. You didn’t grab me, grab my tits, grab my ass,” Terri said. “You touched me. You caressed my, my pussy and then you pleasured me.”

Terri’s face flamed bright red. She smiled self-consciously.

“That, I mean, it was like this huge light bulb went on. Why I was running myself ragged, trying please you, trying so hard be perfect for you. Why Sammy? I mean, yeah, it was all right, but there was just something kind of missing. Just couldn’t put my finger on it until…” Terri explained.

“I’m a bitch,” Pam snapped.

“Jesus, well, no shit,” Terri agreed.

“I mean, I’m a real bitch,” Pam snapped. “I mean, I fucking want to hurt you, bad.”

“You do,” Terri assured Pam.

“No, damn it, Terri!” Pam shrilled. “I mean, I want, I didn’t pleasure you, stupid bitch! I touched you, I did that to humiliate you. All I want to do is shove my fist up your twat. I want beat those cute titties off of you. I mean, I won’t be happy until you scream, until you, you’re fucking begging with me to stop. And even then? I might not.”

“Will you kiss me after? Will you tell me you love me after?” Terri asked softly.

“No,” Pam hissed and again stormed from the room.

The riding crop and the cuffs were still on the table as Pam sat down for her breakfast the following morning. When Terri put the plate of pancakes in front of Pam, Pam moved to throw the plate onto the floor.

“Don’t,” Terri said softly.

She put her hand on Pam’s shoulder. Pam swatted Terri’s hand away savagely.

“Just eat,” Terri said softly.

At ten o’clock, Pam looked up at the speaker. Her stomach was in knots, she could taste nothing but bile in her throat.

“Hi, I’m Honey Bee and this is the Lunch Box on ninety two nine, K.I.T.N, the kitten that roars,” Terri’s voice came out.

Her voice had none of the warmth, the cheer, the bubbly mood of the past few days. It was the same soft voice she had used that morning at breakfast.

“I’m pretty sad today. Actually, I’m heartbroken,” Terri’s voice continued. “I found out last night that my girlfriend doesn’t love me; she was just using me. When I’m down like this? I just have to make my grandmother’s chicken pot pie. After we hear ‘November Rain’ by Guns N’ Roses, yeah, yeah, I’m really going way back with that one, but after we hear that, I’ll tell you what ingredients you’ll need for Grandmother’s chicken pot pie.”

Halfway through the first hour, Bobby waved at Terri. She put on another song and waved him into the booth.

“The damned phones are lighting up; think you can take a couple of calls?” the engineer excitedly asked the girl.

“The, what? Why?” Terri asked.

“People are calling in about you and your girlfriend breaking up,” Bobby said.

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Terri said.

“Hi, this is Honey Bee, thank you for listening to K.I.T.N, ninety two nine, the kitten that roars,” Terri said.

“I uh, yeah, I, my boyfriend just left me. For a woman,” a very feminine man lisped into the headset.

“Oh, you poor dear; that must have been heartbreaking!” Terri empathized.

“Yeah, well, he was married to her,” the man lisped.

“You and your girlfriend are going to Hell; homosexuals is an abomination unto the Lord,” a harsh woman’s voice grated.

“Well, ma’am, that’s really not your decision, now is it? God did not put you in charge of who goes to Heaven and who does not,” Terri said. “But thank you for listening to ninety two nine, the kitten that roars.”

“Uh, yeah, hey, listen, I can make you forget all about being a lezzie,” a young man leered.

“Oh, yeah, I’m so sure you could,” Terri said. “Uh, despite what you might think? Four minutes is not ‘all night long’ and ever since my Uncle Phil showed me how change the oil in my car? I’ve not needed a man for anything.”

She smiled sweetly as Bobby stuck his tongue out at her. She played another song, then switched her microphone back on.

“Now, you want the butter as cold as possible; I actually put a stick into the freezer, and I make sure to sift all the dry ingredients together. I cut the cold butter into chunks, maybe about a quarter inch thick with a butter knife and drop the chunks into the sifted flour. Then I use my pastry knife just work butter and flour together, just keep working it and working it until the flour’s kind of crumbly. If you don’t have a pastry knife, then you can use two forks to do this. When we come back from this commercial break, I’ll tell you how roll it out,” Terri said.

In between songs, Terri took a few more phone calls. She finally had to point to the clock, to alert Bobby that time was not on their side. She was not quite finished with the recipe.

“Now, you can use a can of mixed vegetables; I really don’t like doing that. Too much salt and you’ve already got so much salt from the chicken broth,” Terri said.

Pam actually burst out laughing when Terri signed off with, “Bobby? Our sound engineer, wants all you single women to know that he’s kind of cute, in that ‘really not sure when the last time he had a bath’ kind of way. I’m Honey Bee, this has been the Lunch Box, and as always, thank you for listening to ninety two nine, K.I.T.N, the kitten that roars. Have a terrific weekend.”

Pam was disappointed when she entered the house and did not smell chicken pot pie. What she was smelling did smell delicious, but it wasn’t the expected pot pie.

“Thought you were cooking pot pie?” Pam asked Terri.

“Oh! I’m sorry, ma’am; you didn’t ask for that, did you?” Terri gasped.

“No, no, it’s just, I mean, it was on your show,” Pam said.

“Well, I uh, yeah, yeah it was,” Terri admitted. “No, we’re having crabmeat fettucine.”

“Wow, that sounds almost as good,” Pam said.

As Terri was putting the coffee and warm cake in front of Pam, Pam’s hand shot out and gripped Terri’s wrist. She turned and looked at Terri, her eye filled with pain.

“I, my grandfather, we called him Buddy, I don’t know why, we just, that’s what we called him,” Pam said, releasing Terri’s hand. “My cousin David? He was the oldest; we called my grandmother Jana because that’s the way he said ‘grandma’ and for whatever reason, he called grandpa ‘Buddy.'”

Terri looked at Pam. She said nothing, just regarded her employer.

“Everyone called me ‘Buddy’s Shadow;’ I followed him everywhere. When I wasn’t with my Jana? I was with my Buddy,” Pam said.

Pam smiled, a few tears sliding down her right cheek. Terri reached her hand out and squeezed Pam’s right hand.

“And one day, we were putting a new battery on his tractor; Buddy and Jana had this farm, had to be about hundred times bigger than this,” Pam said.

Pam used her left arm, waved it around, to indicate a large area.

“And the battery exploded,” Pam said. “I screamed; my face was on fire, it burned, burned so bad and I was screaming,” Pam choked out.

“Oh my God, oh Pam!” Terri gasped, squeezing Pam’s hand even tighter.

“And Buddy grabbed a hose and squirted my face; he ran the cold water over my face,” Pam sobbed out. “Even though his hands and arms, and his chest were all eaten up, he ran that water on me.”

“Is that, is that how your eye…” Terri asked.

“He died from, he had a heart attack in the hospital,” Pam sobbed. “I was in the hospital too. I didn’t get go to my Buddy’s funeral, didn’t get tell Buddy bye-bye.”

Pam came to. There was a warmth in the bed, a warm body next to her in the bed.

“Huh?” Pam asked. “What? How’d I?”

Terri gently pulled Pam close, cradling the woman in her arms. Gently, she held Pam’s head against her nude breast.

“You’re okay,” Terri gently soothed. “You’re okay.”

Pam felt Terri’s lips at the top of her head. She felt the lips a second time and drifted back to sleep.

She came to with sunlight seeping into the room. She was alone in bed. Terri’s breast had been so large, so firm as she rested her head on it.

Or had that been a dream?

“Ma’am, I’m making myself a peanut butter waffle,” Terri said when Pam staggered out of her bedroom.

“Peanut… Wow, that sounds great,” Pam agreed.

The sight of Terri’s compact backside peeking out of the cutoff shorts, the sight of Terri’s belly as the hem of her tee shirt did not reach the waistline of her shorts had Pam in a state of arousal.

Terri entered the dining room a moment later and put a glass of orange juice and a mug of coffee in front of Pam. A moment afterward, she returned with a plate.

“Over medium, right?” Terri asked.

“You remembered,” Pam said, looking at the two perfectly cooked eggs.

“Of course,” Terri said.

“What you mean, ‘of course?'” Pam demanded when Terri returned with the waffle.

“You’re my employer, my boss as you do love to point out,” Terri said simply. “Think it’s pretty important remember what your boss likes and doesn’t like, isn’t it?”

“I want to…” Pam hissed.

“I’ll bring you your whip after I eat, Ms. White,” Terri said as she left the dining room.

“And if you throw that on the floor, you’ll be the one to clean it up,” Terri said a moment later. “Remember? It’s my day off.”

“This is delicious,” Pam called back.

“Thank you. Grandmother’s recipe,” Terri said.

Pam realized that Terri was eating. She remembered that today was Saturday, it was Terri’s day off. And Terri had made the waffle for herself; she had offered to share with Pam.

“I really am a bitch,” Pam said.

“No kidding,” Terri responded.

Terri reappeared, carafe of coffee in hand. Silently she refilled Pam’s mug.

“Yes, you are,” she agreed, putting the carafe down onto a napkin.

Terri took Pam’s right hand into her left hand. She gave Pam’s hand a squeeze.

“But you have no idea what it meant to me, when you shared how, what happened,” she whispered.

She looked at Pam. Pam could see tears sliding from Terri’s eyes.

“And it makes, I just hate myself; how could I have been so cruel, such a bitch? Made fun of you?” Terri choked out.

She squeezed Pam’s hand again, then kissed the top of Pam’s head. Terri picked up the carafe and left the room.

Pam rubbed her head. So, it had not been a dream. She and Terri had shared the bed last night. She had lay, nude body touching nude body. Terri had put her lips to the top of Pam’s head.

“Why were, you were in bed with me,” Pam said as she carried the plates and mug and glass into the kitchen.