Chapter 5

Brichelle was in love; she wondered if Valerie Simpson was in love, though.

“Roger’s weekend,” Valerie said as they prepared to close up one Saturday.

By now, Brichelle knew the routine, the schedule. Roger and his wife would have the three girls every other weekend, every Wednesday night, and every other holiday.

Roger’s wife, Brichelle did not know the woman’s name, other than ‘Whore’ or ‘Stripper’ always took the girls when their schools had days off. The woman did not work, just stayed at home and kept house.

“And dances on the pole in their bedroom,” Valerie sniped.

Brichelle was slightly amused, and slightly confused. Valerie was gay, had absolutely no interest in being married to a man, so what would it matter who Roger was married to?

“It’s the old adage, ‘I don’t want you, but I don’t want no one else wanting you neither,'” Valerie smiled tightly.

“Valerie I need a card that says ‘Who’s Ass Did You Kiss to Get the Promotion, But Congratulations Anyway,’ what you got?” Ms. Baker announced loudly as she swept into the shop, ending any further conversation between Valerie and Brichelle.

“Incorrigible, Ms. Baker, you are quite simply incorrigible,” Valerie smiled and showed the woman where the cards were.

“Male or female?” Brichelle asked, ready to suggest a simple gift.

“Can’t tell; think he’s a wuss trapped in a wimp’s body,” Ms. Baker smiled.

“Then, how about a simple jar candle for his or her new office?” Brichelle asked, pointing to the display.

“Great idea, Brichelle, any of them smell like a pile of shit?” the woman smiled.

“Hate the way the Lilac one smells,” Brichelle said and Ms. Baker grabbed the jar Brichelle indicated.

“Don’t ever lose this girl, Valerie; she’s a gem,” Ms. Baker said as she swept out of the shop.

They locked up and Brichelle drove home to leave her car; her already packed overnight bag was in Valerie’s car.

Michelle and Stan exchanged knowing looks, but Brichelle ignored them. She jumped into the passenger seat of Valerie’s car and they drove to Valerie’s home.

Kim greeted the two women in her usual abrupt manner, indicating that their dinner was already prepared, then disappeared somewhere in the large house.

After dinner, they raced upstairs with their bowls of mint chocolate chip ice cream and Girl Scout cookies.

Then, while an insipid Lifetime movie played, they snuggled down under the heavy covers and fed each other.

Then when the ice cream was gone, Valerie lay on top of Brichelle, kissing her passionately.

Brichelle returned Valerie’s kisses with passion; she was in love with the older woman.

Brichelle had worn a silky top that fastened with four pearl buttons and Valerie unbuttoned each button, kissing the exposed flesh.

Then, when she’d undone the fourth button, Valerie lay the two panels aside, exposing Brichelle’s large chest.

For several long moments, Valerie sucked and nibbled on Brichelle’s large breasts, avoiding any direct contact with Brichelle’s nipples.

Then when Brichelle was ready to scream or cry, Valerie pinched both hard nipples quite forcefully.

“Ah!” Brichelle cried out, arching her back off the soft mattress.

Then Valerie kissed her way down to Brichelle’s tap pants. With fingers and teeth, Valerie pulled down Brichelle’s panties to reveal the blonde thicket between Brichelle’s legs.

Again, for several long moments, Valerie kissed and nibbled all around Brichelle’s pussy, avoiding contact with Brichelle’s clitoris.

Then, when Brichelle was at the brink of madness, Valerie gently bit down on Brichelle’s clitoris.

Again, Brichelle arched off of the mattress as her orgasm overtook her.

Then Valerie again brought her mouth to Brichelle’s mouth and the two lovers kissed.

Valerie worked a finger into Brichelle’s pussy, thrust in and out a few times, and then worked a second finger into Brichelle.

“No,” Brichelle breathed, knowing what was to come.

“No?” Valerie teased, even as she worked a third finger into Brichelle’s pussy.

“No, please Valerie, it hurts when he…” Brichelle panted as Valerie’s fingers twisted and thrust inside of her.

“Oh, but I like it,” Valerie crooned as she gave Brichelle’s throbbing clitoris a feather light stroke.

“Argh!” Brichelle cried out in orgasm.

“Please, Valerie,” Brichelle cried out as Valerie now had four fingers in her pussy, twisting and thrusting.

Then, despite Brichelle’s begging, Valerie balled up her fist and jammed it into Brichelle’s spasming, clutching pussy.

“Aieegh!” Brichelle cried out as the painful orgasm twisted her guts.

She cried out twice more in orgasm as Valerie fist fucked her sloppy pussy.

She simply was unable to achieve a fourth orgasm, even as Valerie sucked on her clitoris.

Finally satiated, Valerie pulled her fist from Brichelle’s pussy.

Brichelle reached for Valerie when her breathing became normal but Valerie gently pushed the girl’s hand away.

“Got my little visitor,” she whispered and Brichelle nodded in understanding.

Valerie did fist fuck Brichelle again that weekend, did it as they took a leisurely bubble bath together.

Then, Brichelle bent over to pick up her tap pants and Valerie took that opportunity to jam two fingers into Brichelle’s exposed pussy. Then as Brichelle moaned in pleasure, Valerie quickly added her third then fourth finger.

“No, Valerie, please don’t,” Brichelle begged as she braced herself against Valerie’s low dresser.

And Valerie fisted Brichelle to another painful orgasm.

And even as Brichelle felt like her insides had been ripped out, Valerie bade her to please hurry.

“The girls will be back any moment,” Valerie hissed.

“When, uh, I ever going to meet them?” Brichelle asked as she dressed.

Valerie did not answer and Brichelle felt the sting of tears.

Brichelle pulled up and saw that Valerie was running late again. She hurried from car to front door and unlocked the store.

At lunch time, Brichelle sent a text message to Valerie’s phone. That text message went unanswered, so Brichelle continued running the shop, eating her lunch at the counter should any customers walk in.

Then, at two thirty, a handsome man in an expensive suit entered the shop.

Brichelle saw that the man’s eyes were red, as if he’d been crying.

“Hi, help you?” she politely asked.

“You’re Brichelle right? Brichelle Adams?” the man asked and dabbed a handkerchief at his eyes.

“Uh, yes sir,” Brichelle agreed.

“Roger,” the man said and blew his nose.

He looked around the small shop and smiled sadly.

“Just like her, bunch of frilly little things no one needs,” he said and again focused on Brichelle.

“I guess no one stopped by to tell you,’ he said and Brichelle suddenly felt a cold fear grip her.

“Tell me, tell me what?” she managed to croak out.

“Valerie, she, Valerie was in a pile-up this morning,” Roger said and fresh tears again formed at his eyes.

“Is she, she’s all right, right?” Brichelle begged.

Valerie was laid to rest next to her father. Roger gave a loving account of his ex-wife, the mother of his three beautiful daughters.

Brichelle met Wendy Tannenbaum, the ‘stripper’ and ‘whore’ that Roger had married. The woman sported several tattoos and had five earrings in one ear and six in the other, as well as a nose ring and a tongue piercing.

But despite her bleached blonde exterior, Wendy was a loving woman and very clearly doted upon the three girls.

She even squeezed Brichelle’s hand in a maternal fashion.

“Valerie was so proud of you; said hiring you was the best thing she’d ever done,” Wendy assured Brichelle.

Per Roger’s request, Brichelle had numbly continued working at Valerie’s Notions, kept running the store. Valerie had shown her how to order inventory, how to decide what had been there too long and needed to be marked down and what needed to be kept on.

Brichelle even bought a few new items, with Roger’s approval and the small stuffed animals with the moldable arms became a hot item.

“See? You can have Mr. Teddy peeking out of the gift bag,” Brichelle would demonstrate to her clientele. “Or, he can be holding onto the pen, ready to write.”

“Almost too cute for the bag of dirt this is for,” Ms. Baker smiled.

She then softly touched Brichelle’s hand.

“How you holding up?” she gently asked and Brichelle’s eyes filled with fresh tears.

Three weeks after the funeral, Roger did inform Brichelle that there was to be a reading of Valerie’s will.

“I don’t have anyone, Mr. Tannenbaum…” Brichelle sputtered.

“Roger,” Roger corrected the girl.

“Roger, I can’t just drop everything and come to the reading of the will,” Brichelle argued.

“Brichelle, you can close for an hour; it shouldn’t even take that long,” Roger countered.

“Besides that, right now, you’re my employee, right?” he went on.

“Yes sir,” Brichelle said.

“Then it’s mandatory,” Roger said.

Brichelle could understand why Valerie divorced him. She wisely kept that opinion to herself, though.

The receptionist at Tannenbaum, Jones & Young was a curvaceous brunette, dressed in a dress that was far too short to be considered appropriate for a business environment. Brichelle soon understood that the girl’s body was the only reason the girl had a job; she was only a few IQ points away from being a complete imbecile.

The receptionist bent to retrieve a pen she’d dropped and Brichelle was staring at the girl’s hairless pussy.

Thankfully, before Cyndy (It’s ‘Cindy’ with 2 ‘Y’s) could flash any more body parts, Roger buzzed Cyndy and let her know he was ready for Brichelle.

Brichelle was surprised to see Wendy was also present and smiled gratefully when the young woman hugged her in greeting.

“I hope you don’t mind, but Wendy’s here to notarize anything we sign today,” Roger said.

“No, no, good to see her again,” Brichelle agreed.

“We’ve already gone over everything that pertains to Holly, Alexandra and Kendra, the three minor children in this proceeding; you have any questions about any of that?” Roger asked.

“No, not really,” Brichelle shook her head.

“How’d you get your hair like that?” Wendy asked.

“Valerie and I would do each other’s hair like this all the time,” Brichelle admitted, shaking her many braids freely.

“As I was saying…” Roger mock-glared at his wife.

“Oh, so sorry,” Wendy smirked.

“We will provide you with a copy; you can look at it at your own leisure,” Roger said. “Now, Valerie came in to see me, what was it Wendy? About four days? Five days before her uh, her passing?”

“About,” Wendy shrugged. “Think it was Tuesday. Yeah, it was Tuesday, remember? Kendra had that Science Fair thingie.”

“Anyway, she added an amendment to her will and I agreed; it was more of a headache than I needed anyway,” Roger went on.

Brichelle stared at the handsome man for a long moment, even after he’d finished speaking.

“Would you mind repeating that again?” she finally asked, a knot in the pit of her stomach.

Roger repeated again that Valerie had left all of the properties at the Pembroke shopping strip, as well as the shopping strip that abutted the Pembroke properties, that faced Amhurst Lane.

“So, I manage all of that, or what?” Brichelle asked. “I’m just trying to understand here.”

“You own it; All of the property is yours, I don’t have to deal with it, don’t have to manage it, don’t have to be the landlord, don’t have to lose my hair over it, it’s yours,” Roger reiterated.

He had told Brichelle it should not take an hour, but it took nearly two hours as Brichelle had to sign several documents, and Wendy had to notarize Brichelle’s signature and Roger’s signature.

“And here are the accounts for Pembroke Properties and Amhurst Properties and initial here that you did waive your rights to have an attorney advise you on this matter and…” Roger said.

“How much to retain you as my attorney?” Brichelle said.

If Valerie had divorced this man, but somehow felt that she could still trust him to act in her best interest, Brichelle felt that she too could trust Roger Tannenbaum.

And, even at eighteen, on the cusp of becoming nineteen years of age, she was smart enough to know, she would need a sharp legal mind to guide her.

“I’ll charge you the same thing I charged Valerie,” the man smiled warmly.

“I don’t know about that,” Wendy smiled.

“What’s that?” Brichelle asked.

“One hug, and one kiss whenever our paths cross,” Roger said.

“Ooh, you drive a hard bargain,” Brichelle joked, got to her feet and approached his desk.

She wrapped her arms around him, then kissed him warmly on his lips.

“Thank you, Ms. Adams,” Roger smiled, then hugged her again.

“Good luck,” Wendy said, also hugging Brichelle.

Stepping out of Roger’s office, Brichelle was greeted to the sight of Cyndy bending over to retrieve something else she’d dropped. She stared at the receptionist’s hairless mound for a long moment, then wished the girl a good day and left the office.

Back at ‘Valerie’s Notions’ Brichelle had time to look over the papers. When she looked at the banking documents, she looked, then looked again.

“Roger, I hope I’m not being a bother, but is this right?” she asked when Roger picked up his inside line.