Chapter 8

“Oh,” Terri said and slumped slightly.

“Sit down, please,” Pam said.

“Yes ma’am,” Terri said, taking a seat.

“I uh, I really appreciate you uh, you coming in every morning,” Pam said.

“Yes ma’am,” Terri said.

“I uh, I tried get a pizza last night,” Pam said. “I mean, you talked about it on your show and… You know it was a fifty minute wait?”

“Should have gone to Benito’s; they got a guarantee…” Terri said, now glancing around the office, looking at everything but Pam.

“That’s where I went,” Pam said. “They were sold out of pepperoni, sausage, ham, onions. I had to get a bacon.”

“Girl said you should talk about cheesecake today; they got a cheesecake they’re real proud of,” Pam said.

“Ms. White? Why’d you ask me come in?” Terri interrupted.

“Because I’m a bitch,” Pam confessed.

“Well, I know that,” Terri said. “God, everybody knows that. But if you’ve already got someone lined up do your housekeeping, why’d you want me come in?”

“Because I’m a stupid bitch,” Pam said.

Pam tried to study her computer monitor. She swiveled and looked at the clock on the wall. She looked at anything but Terri Triche. She choked back a sob.

“I hate you,” Pam said. “I was just fine without you, you hateful, stuck up little bitch. Head cheerleader, Homecoming Queen, ‘Most Likely To Succeed.’ I didn’t need you. I was doing just fine, I have a job, I have a house. I wasn’t voted most likely to succeed, but I am a success, God damn it.”

“Then what…?” Terri asked.

“Because I fucking need you, all right?” Pam nearly screamed, tears pouring freely. “I fucking need you.”

“On the radio?” Terri asked softly.

“Fuck the station,” Pam snarled. “God damned station could burn to the fucking ground and I would still need you, Terri Triche. I would still need you.”

Terri got to her feet. Pam sucked in a breath, terrified that Terri would turn and walk out of her office.

“I need you too,” Terri said quietly, walking around the desk to stand in front of Pam.

Pam flung her arms around Terri and buried her head against Terri’s chest. Terri combed her fingers through Pam’s curly hair. Then she kissed the top of Pam’s head.

“I’ve got fifty one minutes until I have to go on,” Terri whispered into Pam’s hair. “Want to make love?”

“Fifty one minutes isn’t long enough for what I want to do,” Pam giggled.

“Then, how about a quickie?” Terri giggled.

“I’m sorry, Terri,” Pam suddenly sobbed out. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“Shh, it’s all right,” Terri soothed.

Oh, thank you Jesus!” Bobby enthused when Terri came out of Pam’s office forty nine minutes later.

Terri blushed hotly as she realized that her blouse was unbuttoned to just above her navel. She brushed past Bobby and entered the booth.

“And…” Bobby counted down on his fingers.

“Hi, this is Honey bee and you’re listening to ninety two nine, the kitten that roars,” Terri said as she buttoned up her blouse. We’re going to do a cashew chicken stir fry. It’s quick, it’s easy, it’s filling, and it’s cheap. It’s also a way to get the urchins to eat their vegetables. After Pantera’s ‘This Love’ I’ll tell you what ingredients you’ll need.”

As she listened to Terri’s voice through the speaker in her office, Pam called Dominique Martine and told the woman that her old housekeeper had returned. She promptly hung up on the woman’s angry outburst.

“Hello caller, you’re on with Honey Bee,” Terri said.

“Oh, hi!” an effeminate man squealed. “Listen, on August nineteenth? We’re having a little meeting? The LGBTG of Myndee? We’re at the Pavilion on campus, and it’s a gun free zone?”

“No. Thank. You,” Terri interrupted the man. “I go nowhere without my three fifty seven magnum. There’s enough weirdos and crackpots out there hate me for being gay. Like hell I’m going to tell them to come shoot me because I’m in no position to defend myself. Are you insane?”

Terri disconnected the call. Throughout the show, she had callers on both sides of the argument; those that claimed America needed stricter gun laws and those that stated it takes good people with guns to stop bad people with guns.

“Flat egg noodles or even just broken up spaghetti noodles works just fine if you don’t have the time to do the fried rice,” Terri said happily. “This has been Honey Bee. Thank you for listening to KTEN, the kitten that roars.”

“Do you really have a gun?” Bobby asked when Terri left the studio.

In answer, she pulled the weapon from her purse. He nodded somberly.

“Come,” Pam snapped when there was a soft knock on her door.

“Need a key,” Terri said.

“It’ll cost you,” Pam smiled, holding up Terri’s key.

“Oh yeah?” Terri smiled, closing the door to Pam’s office.

“I am soo glad you’re back,” Serenity gushed as Terri walked through the Lobby an hour later.

“Thank you. I am too,” Terri smiled.

Pam left at her usual time and wished Serenity a good evening. The girl looked up, shocked. In the months that she’d been working at the station, Ms. White had never wished her a good evening before.

“Uh, yes ma’am, Ms. White,” Serenity stammered. “You too. See you tomorrow.”

Pam actually took her sports car over the speed limit that evening. On the country road, she stomped down on the accelerator and almost missed her turn. Her heart caught in her throat as she saw Terri’s Toyota parked to the side of the barn.

“Terri,” Pam breathed as she could smell chicken pot pie cooking.

“Kitchen,” Terri called back.

Pam threw her briefcase at the couch and scampered to the kitchen. There, stirring the ingredients for a pudding cake was Terri.

“Taste this,” Terri said, holding out a spoon.

Pam accepted the spoonful. As she savored the rich dark chocolate flavor, Terri had wound her arms around Pam.

“Hi,” Pam said, almost shyly as she wound her arms around Terri’s waist.

“Hi,” Terri breathed and kissed Pam’s pouting lips.

Pam gently licked Terrie’s lips and Terri opened her mouth.

“Hi,” she breathed again.

“Go get changed; dinner’s just about ready,” Terri ordered.

“What? Terri, this is my house,” Pam giggled. “You don’t tell me…”

“Fine, don’t get changed,” Terri giggled and kissed Pam’s lips again.

Pam reluctantly let go of Terri’s waist and walked to her bedroom. She paused for a moment when she saw Terri’s three suitcases next to the bed. She shrugged out of her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. Gratefully, Pam unhooked her bra, then massaged her breasts before sliding the zipper of her skirt down.

She pulled on an outfit of comfortable cotton shorts and a loose tee shirt. Pam jammed her feet into her flip flops then slapped her path to the dining room.

Again, Pam paused for a moment. There was her usual placemat, linen napkin, heavy fork and knife. But to her right was another placemat, another linen napkin and cutlery.

“You, you’re eating in here?” Pam asked.

Terri carried in two salad plates. She placed one plate on each placemat. She then kissed Pam on her lips.

“You fired me, you bitch,” Terri said. “I don’t have to sit in the kitchen like the help.”

She gave Pam another kiss then left the dining room. She returned a moment later with two glasses of iced tea.

“Go ahead; dressing’s already on it,” Terri ordered, taking her seat.

“I uh, I’ve, no one’s ever eaten in here with me,” Pam said quietly.

Terri regarded Pam for a long moment, then began eating. She sipped her iced tea and swallowed.

“And?” Terri finally asked.

“I don’t know how to do this,” Pam admitted.

“Do what?” Terri asked as she speared a cherry tomato.

“Terri, I’m supposed be in charge,” Pam shrilled.

“You are,” Terri assured her. This is your house. I’m just a guest here. You’re in charge Pam. You are still in charge.”

“No I’m not,” Pam said.

“Yes Pam, yes you are,” Terri said, grabbing Pam’s hand.

She leaned over and kissed Pam’s cheek softly.

“Yes, Pam. Yes, you are in charge,” Terri assured her.

She finished her salad and waited for Pam to finish hers. Then, with another kiss to Pam’s lips, she gathered both plates and left the room. A moment later, she returned with the glass bowls, the chicken pot pies steaming and bubbling. She placed them onto the placemats then left the room.

A moment later, Terri returned and refilled Pam’s glass with more iced tea.

“Oh yeah! I looked for these bowls; where were they?” Pam suddenly remembered.

“The Pyrex bowls? They’re mine,” Terri said, taking her seat. “Knowing how much you like breaking things, I took them when I left.”

“And if I broke them now?” Pam threatened, still feeling quite out of sorts.

“Go ahead,” Terri challenged. “That little whip of yours? Fits my hand too.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Pam gasped, actually shocked.

Terri gave Pam a playful smile. Pam shook her head and pierced the crust of the chicken pot pie.

After they finished the pot pies, Terri placed two pudding cakes on the table. When Pam pierced the top of the chocolate cake, piping hot pudding bubbled to the surface.

While Terri cleaned up after dinner, Pam sat on the couch and tried to look over a proposed marketing plan. The firm from Little Rock, Arkansas was proposing tee shirts that could be handed out as promotional giveaways. But something was missing. It just didn’t grab her attention.

Pam finished her drink and debated on whether or not to pour herself a second drink. She heard a clatter come from the kitchen and decided that she did not need a second drink.

Pam put the paperwork in her briefcase and got to her feet. She carried her glass into the kitchen. Before she could put the glass into the dishwasher, Terri plucked it from her hand and emptied the ice cubes into the sink. Then she put the glass into the dishwasher.

She then pulled Pam into a hug. The two kissed softly for a long moment.

“Still feeling like you not in charge?” Terri asked, peering into Pam’s one eye.

“Kind of,” Pam admitted.

“Because, Pam? I’ve never, I mean, you’re going have show me how to make you happy,” Terri whispered.

She kissed Pam again. Pam gently licked Terri’s lips. Terri opened her mouth and sucked Pam’s tongue into her mouth.

“Finished in here?” Pam demanded.

“Yeah. Kind of just been piddling,” Terri admitted, suddenly seeming fairly nervous.

Terri smiled self-consciously at Pam. She indicated the kitchen with a wave of her hand.

Pam smiled and pulled Terri toward the bedroom. Terri followed.

In the bedroom, Pam paused at the foot of her bed. She pulled Terri to herself, molding her flesh against Terri. Her hands went to Terri’s long hair, combing her fingers through Terri’s blonde hair.

“Ooh,” Terri sighed as Pam’s manicured fingernails gently massaged against Terri’s scalp.

Pam began to unbutton Terri’s blouse. Each time she unbuttoned a button, she kissed Terri’s exposed flesh. When the blouse was fully unbuttoned, Pam gently raked her fingernails across Terri’s pale flesh.

Terri shuddered as Pam’s fingernails gently scratched across her flesh. Her arms hung limply at her sides; she was unsure of what to do with them.

Pam kissed Terri’s lips again. Then she unclasped Terri’s heavy bra.

The gentle raking of the fingernails was repeated when Pam slid both blouse and bra from Terri’s form. Terri’s large breasts were capped with large nipples that responded beautifully to Pam’s red fingernails.

“Oh shit, Pam,” Terri whimpered when Pam bent and sucked one of Terri’s nipples into her mouth.

“Ooh,” she sighed as Pam’s soft tongue licked all around the large areolae.

“Ah!” Terri suddenly gasped when Pam bit down on her hard nipple.

Terri shuddered for a long moment. Pam did not relinquish her teeth hold on Terri’s nipple. She bit down slightly harder, then pulled her head back, stretching Terri’s nipple, Terri’s breast away from Terri’s rib cage.

“Oh!” Terri grunted when Pam released her hold on the sensitive flesh.

Then she grabbed Pam’s head and crushed her lips against Pam’s lips. Terri thrust her tongue into Pam’s mouth.

Pam unzipped Terri’s blue jeans and pushed jeans and panties down to mid-thigh. Then she broke the kiss with Terri and knelt, pulling Terri’s jeans and panties down. Terri put her left hand on Pam’s shoulder as she lifted one leg, then the other, so that Pam could completely strip Terri.

“Mm-hmm,” Pam murmured, pressing her nose into the crinkly thicket of blonde pubic hair that capped Terri’s mound.

“I’m wet,” Terri stated.

“Mm-hmm, yeah you are,” Pam agreed, giving Terri’s pussy another sniff.

Terri’s pussy had a healthy smell of musk. Pam’s last lover had cleaned her pussy thoroughly; Pam had not cared for her sterile taste. The red head’s pussy had possessed a strong, almost fishy taste.

Pam gave Terri’s pretty little pussy another deep sniff, then began to get to her feet again. She gave Terri’s slightly concave belly a kiss, then hefted Terri’s large breasts in her hands as she again stood in front of Terri.

“Can I, is it too soon say I love you?” Terri asked, staring intently into Pam’s eye.

Pam ceased toying with Terri’s nipple and returned Terri’s stare. Then she felt the sting of tears.

“I don’t, I don’t know,” Pam admitted.

Pam then set her jaw firmly and pinched Terri’s nipples between thumbs and forefingers. She looked at Terri, looked for the sign of pain.

“But I won’t say it,” she declared.