Chapter 5

Quickly, Daphne sent Jackie a ‘Thanks!!’ and a series of kissy face smiley face emoji’s. Jackie did not respond but Daphne was already calling Stephanie’s phone.

“Hey, Daff; what’s up?” Stephanie answered.

“Hey, that, that’s Daphne? Don’t be telling that bitch nothing, hear?” Noah snarled.

“What? What I’m going tell her? That you a big giant loser? Uh? Think she already knows that,” Stephanie snarled at Noah, hurrying to her room to get away from him.

“Girl, I just got…” Daphne whispered after Stephanie indicated that they could talk. “…Um, two of the fattest joints you ever seen.”

“You what?” Stephanie whispered.

“Heard me. Want to smoke ’em?” Daphne asked.

“Shit yeah!” Stephanie enthused. “Um, take me, shit, give me ’bout an hour; I got to clean my room and the family room; yeah, even got to run the damned vacuum over it and…”

“Daphne cut Stephanie’s detailed list of chores she was expected to do before she could leave the house. They agreed that Stephanie would come get Daphne in an hour. Daphne took the initiative and cleaned her own room, the living room, including all of the beer cans and the two pint bottles of Iron Barrel Brown Sugar Whiskey.

“Damn, Dad, why don’t you just buy a fifth or better yet, a half-gallon? You know you going drink it; got to be cheaper,” Daphne muttered.

Daphne would have scoffed if she learned that Gary Brown did not buy his whiskey in larger quantities; fearing that only alcoholics bought their whiskey like that. As long as he bought the pint bottles, he could convince himself that he was not an alcoholic.

After wiping down the kitchen, Daphne ran to her room and grabbed her clothing for the day. She decided on a simple pair of black velvet Rosenberg slacks and a tailored knit top. She had to wear a half-cup bra with the top or the low cut blouse would expose her bra cups; fortunately there was such a bra with the other purchases.

Stephanie was twenty minutes late and was full of excuses. Daphne clamped her hand over the beautiful blonde’s mouth, ordering her to shut up and drive.

They pulled up behind Turner’s Medical Supplies; the store had recently declared bankruptcy and was closed. After verifying that no one was around, no one could see them, Daphne produced the two fat joints and Stephanie gasped in delight.

“Girl, where, where did you get that? Who’d you have to kill?” Stephanie gushed.

“Shut up; got a lighter?” Daphne asked.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t leave home without it,” Stephanie quipped, pulling a butane fireplace lighter out of her car’s console.

The butane was low; it took three or four clicks before they got a small flame. Daphne sucked greedily on the joint, then handed it to Stephanie.

As they smoked, keeping a wary eye out for any trespassers, Daphne took a moment to look at her friend. Stephanie was very pretty with shoulder length honey blonde hair, two dark brown eyebrows over her deep brown eyes, a slim nose and light pink lips that seemed to be in a perpetual smile.

Her figure was slim, almost boyish. Stephanie had a 26B chest, 24 inch waist and 25 inch hips. Her arms and legs were spindly.

Again, Daphne thought Stephanie’s best feature was her beautiful smile.

“That, God! That, damn, Daff, where, where’d you get that?” Stephanie asked when they’d finished the first joint.

“Friend of mine,” Daphne said.

“He cute?” Stephanie asked, eyes twinkling.

“She is very pretty,” Daphne said, looking around to make sure they were still alone.

“I uh, hey, uh, Daff?” Stephanie asked.

Daphne leaned over and gave Stephanie a soft lip to lip kiss. Stephanie did not pull away, did not screech in disgust. Stephanie returned the kiss, slowly opening her mouth for Daphne’s tongue.

“Want to smoke this one now, or…” Daphne asked.

“Fuck! Crisp, Cristian told you, didn’t he?” Stephanie accused.

“Cristian told me what?” Daphne asked.

“That, that I’m bi,” Stephanie spat out.

“Stephanie, last time I talked to him was what?” Daphne asked. “He ain’t told me shit. I, I was just, I was just kind of hoping you’re bi. I know I am.”

“You, you’re just saying that,” Stephanie accused even as she leaned toward Daphne.

With one more look around, the two girls scrambled into the back seat of Stephanie’s car. Daphne did think the back seat of a limousine was better suited for two women to love one another.

“Keep your eyes open,” Daphne ordered as she wiggled Stephanie’s shorts and slightly ripped panties down and off of Stephanie’s boney legs.

“Oh!” Stephanie gasped out as Daphne knelt on the floor of the car.

Daphne kissed Stephanie, her hand crawling underneath Stephanie’s tee shirt.

“Yeah, I know, they ain’t as big as yours,” Stephanie apologized as Daphne played with Stephanie’s breasts.

“Shut up,” Daphne ordered, kissing Stephanie again. “Now, anyone coming?”

Daphne squatted down as Stephanie looked around. Giving the all clear sign, Stephanie watched as Daphne looped her thin thighs over her shoulders.

“Oh!” Stephanie gasped out as Daphne blew warm breath over Stephanie’s swollen lips.

Daphne unzipped her black velvet jeans and shoved her left hand down the front of her jeans. She leaned forward and ran her tongue up and down the crease of Stephanie’s sex. Compared to Jackie’s scent and taste, Daphne found Stephanie’s taste and aroma a little heavier, a little more of musk. It was by no means an unpleasant taste. Daphne used her thumbs to open Stephanie’s folds and delved her tongue deeply into Stephanie’s sex.

“Oh, oh yes, oh yes,” Stephanie gasped out as Daphne’s tongue slapped against her clitoris.

“Mm hmm,” Daphne agreed, briskly fingering herself as she lapped at Stephanie’s pussy.

Thrusting two fingers deep into Stephanie, Daphne sought out Stephanie’s G-spot. Capturing Stephanie’s clitoris in her mouth, Daphne gave Stephanie’s clitoris a forceful suck while massaging the spongy material of Stephanie’s G-spot. With a shriek, Stephanie climaxed, drenching Daphne’s face. Daphne continued to massage Stephanie’s G-spot while giving Stephanie’s fragrant lips long, deliberate licks with her fat tongue.

“Oh, oh my God, oh, oh Daphne, I think I thing I love you,” Stephanie babbled.

“Think I love you too,” Daphne declared, rising up and softly kissing Stephanie’s gasping mouth.

Just as Daphne was ready to wiggle out of her jeans, she caught sight of movement along the fence. With squeals, both girls hurriedly pulled their clothes in place and scrambled to the front seats of Stephanie’s car. Daphne left the second joint with Stephanie, and with a quick kiss, Daphne got out of Stephanie’s car.

The kiss was quick; her father was home. And, Daphne did not want any neighbors to witness the passion between herself and Stephanie; her father would be sure to hear about his girl ‘acting like a big old lezzie dyke, right there, right out in the front yard for God and everyone see her.’

“Franklin? Franklin!” Franklin heard his employer calling out.

“Kitchen, Ms. Zuna,” Franklin called back, putting his coffee cup into the sink.

“Oh! There you are. Listen, I need to see Mr. Kotch; we have a nine thirty appointment,” Jackie said, beautiful blue eyes already slightly bloodshot.

“Yes ma’am; I’ll be right out front,” Franklin stated.

As he drove to the lawyer’s office, Franklin heard the intercom ‘ding.’ He jabbed the button, eyes continually sweeping the roads around them.

“That Daphne girl?” Jackie’s voice asked. “How long you think we played?”

“I would suppose about three, maybe three and a half hours, ma’am,” Franklin said.

“Three, that, that sounds about right,” Jackie agreed, mentally reliving the sweet, seductive kisses and touches she’d enjoyed with the adorable teenager.

In the outer office of the law firm, Franklin enjoyed the gentle teasing he and the blonde receptionist exchanged. He knew it would go nowhere; he wasn’t rich enough to entice the perfectly coiffed and elegantly dressed woman.

“And, I sure ain’t white enough, am I?” he smiled as he rose when his employer swept from the inner sanctum of the office suites.

“It’s a beautiful day,” Jackie mused as they stepped out into the bright sunshine.

“Yes ma’am; that it is,” Franklin agreed, opening the rear door for her.

“I think, I think I’ll go lay out by the pool,” Jackie mused, giving one more look around before getting into the limousine.

“Not a good day, Ms. Zuna?” Franklin asked.

“Not a whole lot of good days anymore,” Jackie quietly agreed as he shut the door.

She had a goodly amount of sunscreen slathered on her supple flesh as she stepped out of the rear door onto the marble patio. From the sun room, Franklin watched as she carelessly dropped her bikini top to a cast iron and teak table before traipsing on unsteady feet to the large pool. She kicked her four inch heels off, slid a floating chaise lounge into the pool, and then lighted a joint. Settling herself onto the lounger, Jackie gently pushed herself toward the center of the pool.

Even through the thick paned window, Franklin heard the rifle’s report. For a fascinated, horrified moment, he watched his employer’s body slam back against the raised back of the chaise lounge. He saw the gaping hole suddenly appear in her chest, just at the beginning of her perfectly formed left breast.

He hurled himself to the floor, diving for the wall beneath the window. He knew the window was polymer, was bullet proof. Franklin was not willing to test the voracity of the ‘bullet-proof’ claim though.

A millisecond before he made contact with the floor, his ears rang from the loud ‘boing!’ that sounded out when a bullet struck the window. The window held; there was a dimple where the bullet struck. Shaking his head to clear the ringing, Franklin peered over the ledge of the window. He ducked down when a bullet slammed against the window right in front of his head.

“Nine one one; what is your emergency?” an almost bored sounding woman answered the call.

“Why you in trouble?” Gary demanded as he held an envelope addressed to his daughter.

“Huh?” Daphne asked, cursing the ancient computer as it took forever to refresh the page.

“Got some shit from some law office,” Gary said, waving the envelope.

Daphne abandoned her job search and jerked the envelope from her father’s hand. He made more noises; Daphne tuned him out.

“Something to do with the estate of Jacqueline ZZuna; who’s Jacqueline Zuna?” Daphne asked, reading the letter.

“You tell me; that Stephanie girl coming by today? She’s over here more than she’s home. Why not just tell her to move her ass on in,” Gary said, stumbling to the kitchen.

“Shit, Dad! This is for tomorrow; how long’s this envelope been here?” Daphne demanded, reading the information in the letter.

“Couple days,” Gary admitted. “We out of that chili?”

“Couple days? And I’m just now getting this?” Daphne yelled. “God damn, what else I got? Maw-maw send me anything for graduation?”

“No,” Gary said, shoving cans aside. “Damn, what we got eat in this house, huh?”

At the lawyer’s office, the receptionist admired Daphne’s clothing. Her eyes opened wide at the mention of Isaac Rosenberg. Her eyes opened even more when Daphne greeted Franklin with a squeal and a hug.

Two women entered; Franklin introduced Daphne Brown to Tracy Stevens and Penny Zuna. The four lapsed into silence; the two women had nothing in common with a teenager and a common servant. And, in truth, the two women had nothing in common with one another. One was an Italian princess and the other was a blonde trophy of an Italian businessman.

Larry Kotch gave his condolences as the four sat around the conference table. Daphne gasped in dismay to learn of the death of her friend. Her statement of numerous unanswered text messages garnered a sympathetic nod from Franklin and Tracy. Penny gave a disinterested sniff.

“I, wait. I, how much?” Daphne stuttered when she learned that she was receiving three point five million dollars; a million for each hour she spent with the eccentric, perpetually stoned woman.

Penny stormed out when she learned that her two children had money in trust funds with Larry Kotch appointed as executor. She had hoped for a part of her step-mother in law’s estate; Anthony’s legal fees were piling up quick.

“Seriously, Ms. Zuna, even if Jacqueline Zuna had left anything to Anthony? He would not be able to lay claim to it until he would be acquitted of her murder,” Larry harrumphed as Penny screamed her outrage.

“Him? Who cares about him?” Penny shrilled. “I been kissing that woman’s fat ass ever since Johnny died? And I get nothing?”

“You got plenty of practice,” Tracy smirked. “You’re pretty good at it; I always enjoy a good ass kissing from you, Penny dear.”

Franklin was stunned to hear that he and Francesca, the live-in housekeeper and cook would each receive three hundred and seventy million dollars. The remainder of the estate as well as the business would be going to Tracy Stevens.

“Tracy Zuna,” Tracy smiled sadly. “After discovering of Andy’s multiple affairs? I reverted to my maiden name.”

Franklin found that three hundred and seventy million dollars did make him much more desirable to Ruby, the blonde receptionist. Suddenly, his skin color did not matter to the blonde woman.

“Wait, if she died in April, why it would take ’til now?” Daphne asked as she scrawled her signature on another legal form.

“There was an investigation into the death; murders tend to take a little while,” Larry Kotch admitted, eyes never leaving Daphne’s breasts.

With another hug to the handsome chauffer, Daphne left the building. Seeing Bus 18 approaching the stop, Daphne ran to intercept the bus. And, plopping onto a seat, Daphne suddenly realized, she would never ever have to run to catch another bus as long as she lived.

“Smoke?” she texted to Stephanie’s phone.

Stephanie’s response was a kissy face and a red heart. Daphne’s response was a series of red hearts.

“Hmm, getting mighty low here,” Daphne said, unzipping the back of the Rax Rabble Rouser troll and feeling only a few more joints inside the doll.

Waiting on Stephanie, three joints in her purse, Daphne did a quick look at her bank account. Her eyes shot up when her cell phone screen showed that she still had the seventy four dollars and nineteen cents she’d had that morning. Plus three point five million dollars. The attorney did caution her that she would be responsible for taxes; he would forward all the forms to her. He had also advised that she contact an investment counselor.

A gang had decided that the rear parking lot of Turner’s Medical Supplies was their turf. Knowing that School was currently closed for summer break, Daphne and Stephanie drove to the baseball field. Parked underneath the visitor’s bleachers, the two girls kissed and groped one another for a few minutes. Then they smoked the first joint. Stephanie needed no encouragement to allow Daphne to pleasure her. She again declared her love for Daphne as she kissed her own juices from Daphne’s face.