Chapter 8

“You supposed to drink?” Robin asked, looking at Nina’s flat belly.

“One every now and then’s not going hurt,” Nina declared and quickly made two drinks.

Robin sniffed the whiskey drink, then sipped it and nodded her approval. Nina took a sip, then sat on her couch. Robin sat down next to Nina and took another sip of her drink.

Nina’s purse gave a ‘buzz’ and Nina fished out her phone. She did not recognize the number and was about to send it to voice mail. Then she thought it might be Stephanie and answered.

Hey, Nina? Hi! This is Shiny,” a breathless voice caressed Nina’s ear.

“Shiny! Hi! I, I uh, I wasn’t sure you’d…” Nina enthused.

“I can’t believe I’m, I mean, I hi. Y’all get home okay? Oh! You not still driving, huh?” Brooke asked.

“No, no, I’m home. We’re just sitting here, having a drink,” Nina bubbled.

“What you drinking?” Brooke asked.

“I, it’s this drink I made up,” Nina giggled, sipping her drink. “Of course, Robin’s telling me I’m not supposed be drinking, but you know, like one’s really going hurt?”

“Mm, that sounds sooo good,” Brooke enthused when Nina gave her the recipe.

Robin walked outside onto Nina’s back patio, to give Nina some privacy. She took her drink with her, sipping it, savoring the sweet and harsh flavors.

“So, what you doing right now?” Nina asked.

“Honestly?” Brooke giggled breathlessly. “I mean, minute I get home? Got to get right out of that uniform. Stinks so bad. And yeah, I did wash my stupid nametag.”

“Aw, it get broken?” Nina asked.

“Hmm, no, they’re about impossible to destroy,” Brooke said. “But anyway, got out of that stupid Newhart uniform and I’m just sitting on in my bed in just my undies.”

“Oh!” Nina let out a little moan, imagining the girl in bra and panties.

“What you doing for your birthday tomorrow?” Nina asked, unzipping her jeans and working her fee hand down the front of her panties.

“Shit! Joey’s coming in; hang on!” Brooke squeaked.

Nina heard fumbling. She didn’t know who Joey was, but felt an unreasonable dislike of Joey.

“Okay, I’m, I didn’t have my door locked,” Brooke giggled.

“So, who’s Joey?” Nina asked.

“My step-brother,” Brooke said, then giggled. “Bet he would have loved catching me in just my undies; I mean, you know, he’s like been trying catch me for years.”

“So, what you doing for your birthday?” Nina asked again.

“Probably nothing,” Brooke admitted. “I mean, I’d be shocked as shit if my dad even remembers. Jenna, my step-mother? I mean, I’m the one working, I’m the one paying rent, Joey ain’t never paid penny one, but somehow, her precious baby boy’s this angel and I’m just this piece of shit.”

“You could do anything, what would you want to do?” Nina asked.

“I don’t know, I guess, I guess I’d like to you know, get a Brick’s Pizza, get what I want, not what Joey wants, go to Connor Park; they got this slide? Thing’s ninety feet tall and you go through all kind of curves and turns and it’s just so cool, but Joey don’t like it, so we don’t ever, really? I mean, I think he’s kind of scared of it, but…” Brooke enthused.

“You working tomorrow?” Nina asked.

“No. You?” Brooke asked.

“This Connor Park open tomorrow?” Nina asked. “Tomorrow’s Sunday; they open?”

“Yeah, it’s this park right around the corner; it don’t never close. Well, I mean, at nine o’clock, they kind of tell people they closed, but no one ever listens to them,” Brooke said.

“Here, finish this,” Nina said, handing Robin her drink. “I’ll be back.”

Robin gave Nina’s crotch a look and Nina squealed, then giggled and zipped her jeans. She then ran from the back patio to the garage. Robin sipped the remainder of Nina’s drink, then sat, enjoying the solitude of the back patio.

“Okay, tomorrow morning? You’re on your own. Unless you want to go back to Myndee,” Nina bubbled, returning an hour later with a few bags in her hand. “I’m going be maybe, what was it? About an hour away?”

“I. Never. Ever. Want to go back to Myndee,” Robin declared. “But what, why are you…”

“I got a date with that Brooke girl,” Nina enthused and ran up the stairs. “Shit! Hope I still got wrapping paper!”

While Nina was wrapping Brooke’s five pound jar candle and simple silver heart silhouette and twenty inch chain and matching silver heart silhouette dangle earrings, Ronald James was staring hatefully at the two police officers that stood in his house. He could hear Stephanie slamming open doors and drawers and marching back and forth overhead.

“Well, Officer Brundette, Officer Dawson, believe me, you will be hearing from my lawyer; ever hear of Bobby Fletcher?” Ronald blustered.

“Ever hear of Tammy Dawson? Used to be Tammy Fletcher before I married her?” Officer Mike Dawson smirked.

“Okay,” Stephanie announced, entering the living room. “I got everything I brung.”

“Uh, what about my phone? Huh? I paid…” Ronald demanded.

“Oh yeah, here,” Stephanie said, taking the phone out of her purse and putting it on the coffee table. “Officer? You can see? It’s not damaged or nothing, right?”

“You were a dead fuck, know that?” Ronald snarled.

“Maybe you knew how to fuck, I’d come to life,” Stephanie suggested and smiled when Officer Brundette laughed.

“Sir? Make sure you stay away from her, stay away from her place of business,” Officer Dawson suggested. “We get called out?”

“That loan,” Ronald called out. “Huh? What about that loan start up that salon, huh?”

“I’ll pay it back,” Stephanie said. “Don’t worry about that.”

Leaving Ronald’s luxurious two story home, Stephanie felt like she was escaping a prison. She nodded her thanks to the two police officers. Officer Rodney Brundette sauntered over to Stephanie as she was putting some clothing into the trunk of her car.

“I uh, listen, you, that guy shows up? Starts hassling you? Give me a call; cell’s at the bottom,” Officer Brundette said, handing Stephanie his card. “Hear? Anytime. Okay?”

“Yes sir, Officer,” Stephanie agreed, putting the card into her purse.

“You ain’t nothing but a dog,” Officer Dawson congratulated his partner.

“Just giving the dog a bone, just giving the dog a bone,” Officer Brundette smiled as they both watched Stephanie’s cute backside as she bent to rearrange some items on the back seat of her sedan.

From Powell Street, Stephanie drove to the Home Comfort Inn and got a room. She smiled when the clerk informed her that there were free movies in her room. The clerk’s meaning was clear; the movies were adult entertainment.

In the room, Stephanie did turn on the television and scrolled through her choices. Oral, Gang Bang, Straight, even Shaved were selected before Stephanie settled on Lesbian. She left the television on, showing images of women satisfying women as she went to take a shower. A shower that did not have Ronald barging in and joining her under the needle spray. A shower where she was not trying to wash away her disgust.

Nude except for towel turban around her wet hair, Stephanie sat on the bed and watched two women making love to a third woman. Stephanie slowly rubbed herself as she watched the brunette being serviced by a red head and a blonde.

“Wonder what the fuck that bitch wanted?” Stephanie asked herself, thinking of Nina Crowder.

A scene that showed a black girl and white girl disgusted Stephanie and she switched over to bisexual movies. Her pussy twitched as she watched two women and a man making love.

The scenes that showed to men and a woman amused her; Stephanie could tell that the two men would have been just as happy had the woman left the bed.

In the morning, Stephanie woke up, glad to not have the smell of Ronald’s stale beer breath and intolerable gas assaulting her nostrils. She awoke to the soft murmurs of simulated passion and throbbing bass as two men thrust hard against each other while a well-endowed blonde sodomized one of the men with a large strap-on cock, not to the sounds of Ronald’s grating snores.

Stephanie rolled onto her back and stretched languidly. She wasn’t being pinned in place by Ronald’s gnarled hands. Her leg wasn’t numb from lack of circulation as Ronald’s pale, hairy leg pressed against her.

Her new phone gave a chiming sound and Stephanie smiled wide; she’d set the alarm so she had time to wake, dress, do her make-up and eat before Kevin Dorchette, the Gold Standard Real Estate agent came to show her some listings. Idly, she applied her foundation and watched two women sharing a double-headed dildo, then watched as they took turns servicing a man with the same dildo.

While Stephanie was enjoying a cinnamon raisin bun and orange juice in the motel lobby, Nina was happily complaining about how far away Brooke lived as she sped along Highway 119. Her phone gave a distinct ‘buzz’ that let her know she had another text message from Brooke. It was simply a repeat of the previous message; Brooke couldn’t wait to see Nina, how much further did Nina have to go, again, she lived in the third trailer on the left after the water tower.

“Pinewood Park?” Nina verified as she turned onto the gravel drive.

“I got it!” Nina heard Brooke scream from inside the trailer.

“I, hi,” Brooke said, suddenly very shy.

“Hi,” Nina smiled, heart hammering in her chest.

In her brown polyester Newhart’s uniform, Brooke March had been a cute girl of five feet, one inch. Standing in pink blouse and khaki short shorts, pink canvas shoes on her feet, Brooke March was both innocent and sexy and her warm blush just added to that allure.

Who’s there, Brooke, who is it?” a woman’s voice ordered.

“It’s Nina; a friend of mine, all right?” Brooke said, hard edge coming to her voice.

“Well, either let her in or get out; you’re letting in all kind of bugs, huh?” a bleached blonde demanded, pulling her tee shirt down over large breasts.

“Bye,” Brooke said and stepped out of the trailer.

“Hi,” Nina said again, grabbing Brooke’s hand. “Come on; I haven’t even had breakfast yet. Where you want to go?”

“We go to Twisters? They’re these doughnuts? They’re kind of…” Brooke asked, getting into Nina’s car.

“It’s your birthday; we can go anywhere you want,” Nina said.

Brooke gave Nina directions to the small shop nestled among other shops. Nina smiled when Brooke happily took Nina’s hand as they waited in line to place their order.

“Two chocolate and a chocolate milk,” Brooke told the girl behind the counter.

“One vanilla and one chocolate, large coffee with two cream,” Nina said, sliding a twenty dollar bill across the counter.

As they waited, they watched the worker making the doughnuts, dredging the hot doughnuts through either the vanilla vat or the chocolate vat. Nina couldn’t help but smile at Brooke’s enthusiasm.

“When they’re hot like this? Ohmygod, I mean, they’re the best!” Brooke declared, quickly eating her hot treat.

“Is that, so that’s where Gratchley’s comes from,” Nina said, looking at the brewery located across Switchback Road.

“My dad drinks that stuff all the time,” Brooke said.

“Hell, Honey, we all do,” an older man smiled at the two attractive women, revealing tobacco stained teeth.

“Just never knew where it came from,” Nina politely said.

“Comes from right here, Gratchley, in the great state of Arkansas,” the man said, then turned to help his son with his carton of milk.

“So, ready to go to Connor Park?” Nina asked as they left the small shop.

“Yeah!” Brooke agreed.

Nina thought it was a rip-off, but paid a young man four dollars, two dollars apiece for cardboard sheets. Then, watching Brooke’s cute buttocks peeking out of Brooke’s very short shorts as Brooke led the way up the stairs of the tall slide, Nina shrugged. She’d pay four dollars all day every day to have a view of Brooke’s sweet backside.

Finally at the top, Nina took one lane and Brooke took the lane next to her. Their first kiss was right before they shoved off, sitting on their cardboard sheets.

“Oh! My! God!” Nina squealed and laughed as they whizzed down the long, twisting metal slide.

“Aieegh!” she screamed as she entered a long, dark tube.

“I mean, isn’t that the best?” Brooke squealed when they came to a skidding stop on the soft foam rubber bumpers at the bottom.

“You ever do it face first?” Nina enthused as they scampered up the stairs again.

“No! You going do that?” Brooke gasped, blue eyes dancing.

Nina gave Brooke a quick kiss, then flopped onto her belly.

“Augh! Aieegh!” Nina screamed and laughed all the way down.

“I wanted to, but I was too chicken,” Brooke admitted as she came to a stop a moment later.

“No, no, you got to do it!” Nina ordered, laughing.

“Lady, you brave,” one little girl complimented as she stood, looking up at Nina.

“You going do it?” Nina asked the little girl.

“Christine! God damn it! How many times I told you don’t be talking to strangers?” a harried looking young mother cried out, running up and snatching the small girl away.

“What’s wrong?” Brooke asked, seeing the tears in Nina’s eyes.

“Cristine,” Nina choked out, then turned and walked to the swings.

They sat, side by side on two swings. Brooke listened as Nina described her very brief love affair with a blonde drunk named Christine. Brooke reached a small hand up and gently touched Nina’s face.

“You not over losing her, are you?” Brooke softly asked.

“Brooke, I, I don’t think you ever get over losing someone like that,” Nina admitted. “I mean, shit, she didn’t have to die. She just didn’t have to…”

Brooke leaned forward and gently pulled Nina’s face closer. She softly kissed Nina’s lips. With a soft smile, she kissed Nina again.

“You, I uh, I mean, I never, I ain’t never,” Brooke whispered, searching Nina’s eyes.

“But you just want to, don’t you?” Nina smiled.

“Ohmygod yes,” Brooke whispered.