Chapter 7

“You know,” Colby said as they sat at the small kitchenette table. “I uh, I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry that you uh, your friend Stephanie won’t be going with us.”

“What? Why?” Daphne asked, looking up from the delicious homemade chicken pot pie.

“Because I, because I’m in love with you,” Colby admitted.

“You are not!” Daphne said, delighted.

She laughed happily and kissed Colby on the lips. Laughing again, she delivered a slap to Colby’s sweetly rounded buttocks.

“All this time I been thinking there’s no way anyone as beautiful as you would ever be interested in me,” Daphne hooted.

That first night, Daphne and Colby became lovers. Colby introduced Daphne to the wonders of toys in the bedroom and introduced Daphne to anal lesbianism. In time, she also introduced light bondage to the bedroom.

Gary was outraged when he found out that his daughter, his flesh and blood was one of them disgusting lezzies. Looking into Stephanie’s eyes, Daphne could see her former lover silently pleading with Daphne to keep their secret to herself.

Now, sitting outside of the silent library, Daphne verified that Stephanie and Gary were happily joined in wedded bliss. She also verified that Stephanie’s baby was fine; her due date was in twenty one days.

“It’s going be a girl,” Daphne prophesized.

“Yeah,” Stephanie agreed. “Of course, Gary keeps rubbing my belly and calling her ‘junior.’ And you know, son of a bitch waits until she’s finally settled down before he does it. Wakes her up and its forever before I can get comfortable again.”

Waiting for Mrs. Percells, the head librarian to come, Daphne smiled. She had been stunned when Mrs. Percells hired her; she’d barely managed enough credits to graduate from high school. Soon, Mrs. Percells promoted Daphne from putting returned books back on the shelves to ‘Activities Coordinator.’ Daphne suspected her looks, particularly her breasts and rear end had more to do with the promotion than her aptitude. But she did her best to prove her worth.

Throughout the day, Daphne endured the mild, light-hearted April fool’s jokes from her colleagues and patrons. At the Children’s Hour Reading Time, she pretended to fall for the pranks, much to the delight of the pre-K children. At the Senior Citizens’ Chair Yoga, Mr. Feldman suffered a mild heart attack. After verifying that it was not an ill-conceived April fool’s joke, Daphne called for an ambulance and kept the man engaged in light conversation.

Colby was right on time; the bank was less than one mile away from the library. The blonde was quiet for much of the trip from town to home. Inside of the cabin, Colby silently pulled Daphne’s keys from the large chest freezer in their utility room and smiled softly at Daphne’s squeal of indignation.

Cleaning the plates and bowls, and bitching that she wanted a dishwasher installed in the cabin, Daphne remembered the doctor’s appointment. Colby was not in the kitchen or in their bedroom.

“Hey,” Daphne said, stepping out onto the porch.

“Hey,” Colby quietly agreed.

“So…” Daphne asked, noticing that Colby had reddened eyes.

“So…” Colby responded.

“How’d it go at the doctor’s?” Daphne asked, looking around for the disposable cigarette lighter.

Silently, Colby pointed to the porch railing. Daphne grabbed the lighter and lighted a joint. Sitting, Daphne took a mammoth hit.

“So…” she repeated, voice strangled from holding the smoke in her lungs.

“So… Daff, you, you’re going to absolutely hate me,” Colby whispered.

Daphne slowly released the smoke from her lungs. She looked at Colby; the porch faced the slowly setting sun and the light painted the woman in soft colors.

Colby’s blonde hair actually looked white in this lighting. Her pale face did seem somewhat paler in the setting sun; her light blue eyes did look more luminescent as Colby slowly twisted to face Daphne. Her small nose and high cheekbones added to the overall Nordic features of her friend, roommate and lover.

Colby’s tongue lightly licked her full, pouting lips. A slight grimace displayed Colby’s small white teeth, then Colby lowered her head, finding the slightly worn and splintering boards of their porch to be of extreme interest.

“Daff, I uh, you, you know Corey? Corey uh, Hahn’s?” Colby whispered.

“Your boss?” Daphne verified.

“Yeah,” Colby agreed.

“Yeah, I know Corey,” Daphne said, taking another gargantuan hit from the smoldering joint.

She held the joint out to Colby. In a rare move, Colby refused the joint. Daphne shrugged and continued holding the smoke in her lungs.

“And I, well, couple weeks ago, we uh, we went to lunch and, you know, uh, I mean, one thing led to another and…” Colby stammered.

Daphne’s blood ran cold. Then, her blood ran white hot. She stubbed the joint out in the heavy granite bowl they used as their ashtray.

“This, this had better be another one of your fucking April fool’s jokes,” Daphne hissed, getting to her feet.

“I’m pregnant,” Colby confessed.

“This! Had! Better! Be! One of your stupid April fool’s jokes! This had better be a fucking joke, you God damned bitch!” Daphne shrieked, outraged.

Daphne stormed into the house. Colby listlessly smoked the remainder of Daphne’s abandoned joint. Then, getting to her feet, Colby discovered that the door was locked.

“Come on, Daff; I’m out here naked,” Colby pleaded. “That little bastard’s going send that drone over at any minute now.

There was no answer. Colby had not really expected an answer. Sitting again, she popped the lid of their tin and fished out another joint.

As if on cue, she saw the small drone appear above the trees at the edge of their clearing. Colby put her left arm over her 34C breasts and put her right hand over her blonde tendrils. Crossing her legs, she then continued to smoke the joint even as drone hovered, coming closer and closer to the porch.

Twenty minutes later, she heard the locks of the cabin’s door disengage. Getting to her feet, left arm over her breasts and right hand over her bush, Colby approached the door. Turning, she dropped her left forearm over her full buttocks and entered the cabin.

Daphne was not in the front room or in the kitchen. Colby found Daphne in their bedroom, savagely ripping the basting stitches out of her trousers. Daphne looked up, face a mask of rage, then resumed undoing Colby’s April fool joke alterations.

“So, you going to live with him?” Daphne demanded as Colby turned to leave their bedroom.

“What?” Colby asked.

“Corey! Corey! You going leave? Going to live with the baby daddy?” Daphne demanded, flinging the last of the altered slacks onto the pile.

“What? Live, God no!” Colby said.

“Why, Colby? Why? Huh? Can you tell me what I did wrong?” Daphne burst into tears of bitterness.

“I, Daff, you, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Colby protested, trying to hug her lover.

“I must have done something!” Daphne insisted, pushing Colby away. “I must have done something if you all of a sudden decide to fuck your boss.”

“It was, just that one time,” Colby promised.

“One time too fucking many,” Daphne screamed.

Colby took a shower. Leaving the steamy bathroom, Colby saw that Daphne had taken up residence on the couch. With a mumbled ‘good night’ that was unanswered, Colby went to bed.

Three hours and nine minutes later, Colby was still staring at the wall of their bedroom. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the bed jostle and shake.

“I hate you. I am so mad at you,” Daphne snarled, pressing her nude body against Colby’s naked back.

Her arm went around Colby’s hip, coming to rest on Colby’s belly. Daphne’s bald mound pressed against Colby’s backside.

“You fucking bitch,” Daphne whispered, breath hot in Colby’s left ear.

Daphne’s lips kissed Colby’s bare shoulder. Daphne’s hand gently rubbed Colby’s flat belly.

“But I love you too much to lose you,” Daphne whispered.

“I love you too, oh God, Daff,” Colby sobbed out. “I love you too.”

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