The Road to Cindy and Lisa's Wedding Chapter 3
So, our lovely heroines have fallen into "Adulting," as the kids say today, with both feet. While they are doing what they can to keep up the cashflow they are also continuing with the love of multiple sexual partners. Some of these are new girls to the story, some are old friends, but it is always a good time. Standard notice: This is a work of fiction, but fiction inspired by actual events. Enjoy!
Part 3 -- Fall, 1998
I was nervous for my first day on the new job. I had always worked with small crews, this was my first time with a large operation and I was determined to make a good impression. That morning, while she was holding me tight and playing with my boobs, Lisa reminded me of all the people who had helped me on my professional path and who had shown confidence in me: The Chief, Mr. Lucan (my electricity teacher in high school), Allison, and Zander; as well as people like my parents, the Graff's, Dr. Hirschhorn (that made me tear up a little), Granddad, and (most important of all) Lisa herself. "All of those people knew you could do this job. Remember what Katherine said to you the day you came out to your family, `You are a woman of honor. Do not let anyone, especially yourself, tell you otherwise.' Now get dressed and go to work baby and show then just how badass The Dread Pirate Roberts can be." I kissed her properly, grabbed a breakfast Hot Pocket on my way our and drove north to Batavia in my Jeep; the paint was definitely fading but it was still very much the Red October.
I was quite nervous when I got to the security booth, I hate feeling like I don't understand all the parts of a situation or that I am coming across as some sort of clueless country girl. I was directed to the credentialing office where they checked my driver's license, took my picture, had me fill out several more forms, and then finally printed my ID (which would also act as my keycard to get me through the doors I was allowed to pass through. I looked at the little card with a sense of pride; my photo was not too good (I had serious hat-hair) but, back in my Jeep, I just had to read it out loud to myself. "Fermi National Accelerator Lab Contract Worker Cynthia Manning." I just knew I would be insufferable showing it off to everyone I knew.
My supervisor would be a guy named Evan. Evan owned a company called Audio Magic (I told him that I liked the name), it was also located in Aurora, that sold and installed various sorts of A/V equipment and had recently gotten into teleconferencing systems, the technology was in its early days (Skype was several years away) and it was mostly used by government agencies, universities, and large companies. Me and another electrician, his name was Morton, were responsible for wiring the various conference rooms so that participants could plug in laptop computers and connect them to the lab's network. The people (there were several women!) from Audio Magic were installing projectors and sound systems, Morton and I were there to get power routed where it needed to be. I found the entire thing fascinating and I would often ask Evan, he looked to be in his early 40's, how with all worked together. He seemed to like my interest and he did tell me he appreciated my dedication to making sure everything was connected properly. He also liked that I had worked with car audio systems, mine and those of my friends, while I was in college.
Morton asked me to just call him Mort, he really disliked his name. He had grown up in central Iowa and had joined the Navy straight out of high school because he hoped to see more of the world that was outside of Iowa; for him going for boot camp in San Diego was a great adventure. Eventually he was assigned to an aircraft carrier and he was in the war in the Persian Gulf back when I was still in junior high school. After he was discharged from the Navy he was able to move to journeyman pretty fast and, because he had worked with the reactors on the carrier, he often now worked at the nuclear power plants at Zion and Braidwood. He seemed like a friendly enough guy and I enjoyed working with him.
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Opening night for Kiss Me Kate was a Friday and I had gotten word to all our friends in hopes that they would come. Of course, Granddad and I were there, I even got some flowers for Lisa. Rita, Jan, and Cassie came together and I was really pleased to see that Katherine, Erin, and Rita's mom made it as well, her dad was working a case in Minneapolis and sent his regrets. I really wished I could have gotten on with the stage crew but right now our goal was earning money and my day job paid a lot better. Lisa's parents had also come up for the weekend, they were staying in a hotel, and they told us that, were her health better, Lisa's grandmother would have come too.
After the show the cast and crew came out to meet their friends and family; Lisa gave me a big kiss, leaving a lip print in red stage lipstick on my cheek, causing my usual blushing reaction. Granddad congratulated her, telling her how proud he was to have a theater person in the family. Mrs. G was gushing praise as well and, in the night's biggest surprise, Katherine hugged Lisa. Erin's smile in seeing this told me she was very proud of her efforts to bring Katherine out of her ferocious shell, at least sometimes.
We did do some touristy things with Lisa's parents, I drove us all up to the lab and proudly showed my ID at the security gate to get us in. Lisa was holding my hand tight as her parents told me how proud they were of me too; that felt really good. They went home after church on Sunday, they had stayed to hear Lisa sing with the choir, and the whole weekend made my baby very happy and that made me happy too.
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I was very grateful to Evan and Mort that they showed me around the massive buildings that made up the lab complex. I would often bring my lunch, depending on what leftovers we had, but Mort also showed me the cafeteria where we could eat and where we could also buy some lunch too. I decided that one or two times a week I would get something from the salad bar, figuring some fresh vegetables would do me good. It was one day as I was munching on my salad, trying to shrink my ass through willpower alone, that I heard "Cindy?" I looked around and, to my complete surprise was my friend Michelle from high school. She had gone to the University of Illinois and majored in physics and it was, to me, totally unfair that one girl could be that smart and that fucking sexy all at once.
"Michelle! What brings you here?"
"I'm working with my research advisor. We're here for a few more weeks and then it's back to Urbana. I'm in the PhD program in high-energy physics. Do you work here too?"
I could hear the surprise in her voice, Michelle knew me well enough to know that if I did work at the lab it was not as a researcher. I pulled her into a chair and introduced her to Mort, "I'm working on the upgrades to the conference rooms, though if I'm lucky I may get to some lab re-wiring too. Lisa and I live in Aurora now."
"Is Lisa still acting?"
"Yeah, she is in a production of Kiss Me Kate and she is hoping to get an audition for a musical presentation of A Christmas Carol. She's also gotten a job teaching beginning dance classes to a whole new flock of little girls who absolutely adore her."
Michelle gave me a sly smile, "Want to see my office?" Mort looked at me, one eyebrow raised slightly (so very Spock like), indicating to me he knew this was more than an invite to see my friend's work environment. Mort knew all about me and Lisa; he had, in a charmingly awkward way, tried to ask me out shortly after we met and I let him down as softly as I could. I really respected him for not getting all weird and macho about learning I liked girls, he just accepted it and moved on and we continued to have a good working relationship.
Michelle had a little office near one of the server rooms; she pulled me inside, shut the door, and pulled me down by my hair (she's about 5'5") to slide her tongue into my mouth. I grabbed her ass, lifting her up so that she could wrap her legs around my waist (I was still doing my best to continue the workouts Dennis had taught me at the Rec Center). I was not wearing my overalls that day so it was a bit simpler for Michelle to pull my jeans and panties down when she sat me down on the desk. I had my fingers buried in her soft, black hair as she noisily ate my pussy. I did my best to keep my moans quiet and I really tried not to kick my friend. We swapped places and I began stroking her bald pussy, moving in to flick her clit with my tongue while I pushed two fingers into her pussy. Michelle was almost doubled over, biting my shoulder to muffle her squeaks of pleasure, as she came. As much as I would have enjoyed being naked with her we grudgingly got our jeans back on, just in case someone came looking for either of us. Michelle said she would come visit us before she went back to Urbana and promised she would be ready to fuck both of us.
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Granddad loved bingo night at the Legion hall, he complained he rarely won any money and I think he went just to get out of the house and go drink beer with his friends. Lisa enjoyed going, sometimes she even got to be the person who called the numbers, I the old guys liked having a pretty girl to do that. Occasionally I would get lucky, one night I left having won $100, which is very exciting when you are 22.
After an unsuccessful night we were sitting in the bar, me sipping on a rum & coke and Lisa having an Irish coffee (lots of whipped cream). Lilah brought us our drinks and she was talking to Granddad and Clifton.
"You heard about Alan?"
Clifton nodded sadly, "Yeah. He was never quite the same after Eve died. Did his son find him a place?"
Lilah nodded, "It's a nice assisted living place in Geneva. They are going to sell off the house and most of the stuff in it, Preston just needs to figure out what to do with the cats. Alan can't take care of them properly and Preston's wife's allergic to them."
I grabbed Lisa's thigh, a wild thought entering my head, "What do you think babe? Can we be proper lesbians without cats?"
Lisa thought for a moment, neither of us had ever had a pet but we both loved animals and now we had a far more stable living arrangement. She took both my hands, "Let's do it."
I turned to Lilah, "Lisa and I could adopt the cats."
Lilah smiled, "I'll tell Preston, he'll be really happy. They're both one-year old girls and they are probably from the same litter. I've helped take care of them, they are total cuddle-bugs; you girls will love them."
And that, Dear Readers, is how Lisa and I adopted two cats. They are old ladies now, just like us, but we still have them.
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We decided to name them Tegan and Nyssa, after two of the Doctor's companions. As was pointed out to us many times, cats are not dogs; they do not seem to respond to their names. The cats, we soon learned, were totally food-driven and, true to Lilah's explanation, cuddle bugs. As soon as either of us sat in a chair we had one, or both, cats in our lap. I also learned that I would be weirded out with the cats watching us fuck; such are the joys of pets.
The word spread amongst our friends that Lisa and Cindy were now proper lesbians, we owned a Subaru, a Jeep, and two cats; friends came from all over to see us and to visit with Nyssa and Tegan. The cats liked Lee and they totally loved Chase, and she eagerly reciprocated. Lee and Chase were still trying to pull a wedding together, it now looked like it might be after Christmas, but Chase was now insisting they needed cats as well. I had taken loads of photos of the two cats, they did so many cute things, and I was touched when Cassie put their photos up on her classroom wall. There was a whole section of wall where her students had photos of their pets and, since "Miss Lisa" had come to the class a couple of times to help with music days, Cassie felt they should be on the wall too. The cutest thing was when Marisol, Granddad's home health aide, brought her daughter Rosa (who had turned three in May) to see the girls. She sat down on the floor and both cats immediately began rubbing up against her and purring, making Rosa one happy little girl.
Marisol had seemed a little wary of me and Lisa when we moved in, we hadn't been sure why and so I finally asked her one day when she was sitting out on the deck (our back porch was underneath the deck) in the shade of the awning. She told me, very sheepishly, that she was intimidated by us, telling me we were both so tall and so pretty and she was just this little Salvadoran woman. I assured her we were some of the least intimidating people she would ever meet; after all she had never see me try to dance or Lisa when she came face to face with some bug that, in her words, "Has too many legs." She gave me a hug and I noticed that under those loose medical scrubs she wore she had very nice, firm tits. Yes, dear readers, your author is a perv of the first order.
Marisol would come by the house sometimes on Sundays, because I had told her there was always room for two more at the table. She appreciated the invitation because it meant she didn't have to make dinner for her and Rosa and there were also always leftovers. When they would come I would make kid-friendly things like sloppy joes, spaghetti, or fried chicken; in fact, the usually greeting I got from Rosa was, "Hi Miss Cindy! What's for dinner?" I have never dealt well with little kids but even I had to admit Rosa was a good kid.
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Michelle came and found me at work a few days before she was scheduled to go back to Urbana. She was very excited and she tried to explain to me what was going on, but with me just being a mere mortal I could not follow her high-level physics-speak about top quarks and tau neutrinos. Eventually she explained to me that they were getting ready to do a data run with the Tevatron (the main accelerator) and would I like to come watch? Of course I wanted to see it, even if all I would see were blips on a monitor. She led me down into the bowels of one of the buildings, proudly showed her ID to the security guy and sat me down someplace where I would not be in the way. She stood close so she could translate what was going on into terms my little brain could handle. The room looked in many ways like Mission Control in Apollo 13, down to going around the room for the "Go/No-Go" for each station. I was intrigued that there was a guy from ComEd, our electric utility, there in the room as well. Michelle explained to me that the Tevatron uses so much power that the lab has to notify ComEd before each data run so that they can be ready to bring extra generation online, primarily from the Braidwood nuclear plant, if it's needed. This gave me a terrible case of the giggles as all I could think of was the Christmas lights scene in Christmas Vacation when someone flips the switch that reads "Auxiliary Nuclear." The whole process was rather anti-climactic (though I could have sworn I felt a low hum when they cranked up the magnetic field) computer monitors filled with numbers and researchers cheered; Michelle told me that on one of the previous runs they actually melted down an improperly connected transformer and it took weeks to rebuild everything. I took pride that nothing I had worked on interfered with the data collection.
That Friday Michelle followed me home; she was going to stay with us that night and then head back Urbana the next morning. Our plan was to take her to Chalkey's to get some pizza and play some snooker and then take her home and brutally fuck her gorgeous Asian body; Michelle was very positive about this plan. Alina was not there that night but Michael was and my friends got to watch our Irish friend (Michelle agreed that he was quite handsome) beat me like a rented mule at snooker. I was getting better at it but I was still no competition for either Alina or Michael, my concentration was not helped by Lisa's tendency to whistle in appreciation of my butt when I bent over the table. Michael had told me the game was thought to have originated with British soldiers in India and so I had taken to drinking gin and tonics or Singapore slings while playing, Dustin (one of the bartenders and a co-owner of the bar) assured me he was still trying to get Gosling's rum for a Dark and Stormy.
Back at our apartment we were quickly naked and rolling around on the bed. Michelle had told how during her undergraduate years she had dated several guys and a smaller number of girls but nothing had ever lasted very long; she was quite envious of our relationship and told us (as did many of our friends) how fortunate we were to have found true love so early in life. She said she was in a semi-relationship with a girl in Urbana who worked at the White Hen convenience store that was on the bus route she took to campus. She didn't feel her relationship with Courtney was really going anywhere but they enjoyed being together and they both enjoyed the sex. It reminded us of quite a bit of our friend Holly's relationship with an older woman, Quinn, while Holly was in college. Holly had gotten a job in Cleveland and Quinn, the last we knew, was still in a relationship with Daphne; it was an interesting pairing, Daphne was the produce manager at Kroger and Quinn was a corporate lawyer.
I was sitting on the bed with my back to the headboard, my hands gripping Michelle's ankles. Her legs were spread wide, exposing her wet pussy to Lisa's eager tongue. Lisa had two fingers up inside Michelle's vagina and was greedily licking her swollen clit. I was sad that Michelle had shaved her luxurious black bush, but not so sad as to not enjoy fucking our friend. Michelle did not thrash as much as I do, but she was writhing against me and I loved the feeling of her warm skin rubbing on mine.
Lisa and I switched places and I went to work on Michelle's soaking wet pussy. I went back and forth between teasing her cunt and her butt with my left hand softly slapping at her firm tits. I was sucking on her clit when she came again; it was nicely juicy but not as dramatic as Lisa's explosions. Michelle then had Lisa lay on top of me with her butt up so that she could work over Lisa's pussy and butt while I sank my teeth into her warm, soft tits. After Lisa's much less juicy orgasm Michelle rolled us over so she could go at my pussy while Lisa was enjoying biting me. It was a very enjoyable night.
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Lisa had started teaching some more dance classes at the Community Center that were marketed toward retirees and bored moms. She didn't like it as much as working with the kids but she admitted that making money was to be much preferred over not making it. She had heard back from the director for the annual production of A Christmas Carol that he wanted her to audition and that made her very happy. She knew all about actors who sometimes go months between jobs so that she only had a few weeks between gigs was something that made her feel good.
Illinois had legalized riverboat gambling in 1990 and while we were in college we had gone to East Peoria, usually with some group organized by our friend Owen, to go on the Pair-A-Dice riverboat. The boat would cruise up and down the Illinois river on Lake Peoria (there a lock and dam on the river at Peoria); we never spent too much, we were college students after all, but I did enjoy playing blackjack. When they would have casino nights at the youth center I had done well playing blackjack and I would do well enough on the boat to usually break even after having many free drinks and tipping the cute waitresses. There were also riverboat casinos on the Fox river in Aurora and Elgin and there were regular trips organized by the American Legion post to them. Granddad enjoyed going with his friends and sometimes Lisa and I would come along. I was never going to be a professional gambler, we don't have the money for that, but blackjack appealed to my (sometimes) logical mind and Lisa enjoyed playing the role of my gorgeous arm candy. The only thing we didn't like, and Lisa really didn't like it, was the amount of smoke in the air; she was always very careful about anything that might irritate her throat and vocal cords.
I had been sitting at the $2 blackjack table for several hours, sipping a bottle of Dixie beer (management must have felt it went with the riverboat atmosphere and it was a better idea than drinking hurricanes), and doing pretty well. I was up about $50 when Lisa returned; she seemed quite happy.
"They are going to refurbish one of the bars after New Year's to be a country music theme, modeled on someplace called Coyote Ugly."
"I thought you never wanted to work with food after your stint with dinner theater?"
"This would be working at the bar and every so often the bartenders dance on the bar. You would like it, girls in boots and tight shorts. Anyway, I may put in an application when they start taking them. The bus is leaving soon, you ready to go?"
I gathered up my chips and tipped the cute dealer. Her name was Mariah and I had seen her several times; I sometimes felt like she was flirting with me but that might just be my desire to bed every woman who even slightly smiles at me.
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After the last performance of Kiss Me Kate there was a party for the cast and crew, along with their families. Lisa had told me she was not the only gay cast member so that my presence would surprise no one; people who are openly homophobic tend not to last long in the theater world. I did enjoy meeting Lisa's fellow cast members, they all told me how much they enjoyed working with her and Lisa was quite pleased at the contacts she had made. In her business knowing people is how you really get jobs.
I have never been good in large groups, I am not good at small talk, and so I was relieved to see Lisa coming toward me along with another girl. She was shorter than Lisa by several inches and she had brown hair just below her shoulders. She was wearing fairly bulky, loose clothes, so I couldn't tell much else about her.
"Cindy, this is Bronwyn. She's a student at North Central from Grand Rapids." North Central is a small private college in Naperville. "She and I have talked a lot and her story is a lot like ours and she would like to come home with us tonight."
I took Bronwyn's hand, it was very warm, pulled her in close and hugged her. I whispered in her ear, "You've fucked other girls?"
She smiled a sly smile, "Oh yes, quite a few; but never two at once."
I gave her ear a nip, "Let's change that then."
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We were basically in a pile on our bed, a tangle of naked bodies. Bronwyn had amazing tits, once she took off her bulky sweatshirt. They weren't very big, smaller than Lisa's, but they were very firm and almost perfectly round with small, dark pink nipples. Bronwyn and Lisa had fingered each other many times and they had kissed a lot so Bronwyn was farm more interested in me. Lisa must have told her what I liked because Bronwyn got my legs spread wide and began slapping at my pussy; gently at first, kind of like she was seeing how rough I liked it, but getting more and more energetic with each slap. Everything went dark for me when Lisa lowered her delicious pussy onto my mouth; she had a grip on my ankles, pulling my legs back to that my pussy was wide open for Bronwyn. Now that she had me really wet Bronwyn was enjoying running her tongue across my butthole and my pussy and it didn't take long for me to explode with delightful passion.
I grabbed Lisa and wrapped my arms and legs around her, my legs squeezing her waist and my arm wrapped around her neck, squeezing slowly. Bronwyn was captivated by Lisa's white bush and her pink pussy, she was quite noisy as she ate out my sweetie. Just as my orgasms are stronger when I can't thrash around Lisa's are much more energetic (and wet) when I have her in a chokehold. It all came together and Bronwyn got the full firehose treatment right in her cute face.
We spread Bronwyn's legs wide so both of us could enjoy licking her fat pussy, she had a very plump vulva with barely visible labia. Lisa was pulling on Bronwyn's brown hair and I was sucking hard on her stiff nipple as she came with a serious of guttural moans. We laid there on the bed with the blanket pulled up; we tended to keep our thermostat low and so we really enjoyed the housewarming present we had gotten from Rita's parents, a genuine Hudson's Bay Company blanket. We made it a point to never fuck on top of it, we had learned that getting it dry-cleaned was expensive.
Bronwyn had lived all her life in Grand Rapids and she was used to a large city, unlike us. Bronwyn told us all about how she had a thing for young girls, when she was in high school her girlfriend was just in 6th grade. She knew the risk she was taking and since she had gone off to college, her mom and dad had gone to North Central also, she had kept to girls on campus. Like our friend Alecia she did find North Central's small student body made it hard to keep her sexuality private. She was majoring in business management but she had always enjoyed theater and she had auditioned for a part in Kiss Me Kate on a whim and she had landed a small part.
We fed her a proper breakfast of biscuits and gravy in the morning with a fire in our weird looking avocado green gas fireplace. Bronwyn found our eclectic décor quite charming, if a little bit odd. We told her to keep in touch and we planned on giving her number to our friend Cassie, who lived in Naperville, in case she was needed to have a girl between her legs.
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Sam called me in mid-October to ask if we would consider coming home for a weekend. It was her school's homecoming and she, along with some of her FFA students would be in the school's parade on their horses. We had not seen Sam and Tracey for a while so we were eager to go. I let Rita know too, knowing how Jan was fascinated by small town American life. We stayed at my parent's house, Mom had made Janet's old room (it had been my room and Robs' room before that) into a proper guest room with a bigger bed. Janet was peeved that she couldn't come home, I'm sure she wanted to talk all about sexy things with Lisa, but she had too much to do at school. Mom and Dad were pleased to see us and we went to see Lisa's parents too.
Sam taught at a high school in a small town just a little west of Champaign. She shared an apartment with Tracey and they had found stable space for Elanor (Sam's horse) and Waldo (Tracey's horse) on the campus of the vet school. The parade was so very much like the ones we remembered from our high school years; we cheered for the band and clapped wildly when we say Sam and her FFA kids on their horses. We both hugged Tracey close, she had very proud tears in her eyes.
We were at Lisa's house when my phone rang. I was puzzled, few people call me and the number of calls I get from unknown numbers is even smaller. It took me a moment because the girl on the other end was on the edge of hysteria, it was Ellie's little sister Miriam, but I finally figured out that she and her brother were at home while their mom was at work and she couldn't get hold of Ellie. Once I made sense of the story my blood ran cold, the kids were hiding in the house because there was some guy outside yelling for their mom and pounding on the door. It was now that my turnip-level common sense went right out the window; I told Miriam to say inside and call the police and I would come help her and her brother. I called Rita and relayed the story to her. She said her mom and Katherine were both at home and that if I could pick up the kids I could bring them to her house.
I devised what seemed to me to be a cunning plan; hey, at least it worked. Lisa got her mom's car and drove over and parked in front of the house directly behind Ellie's. I pulled up in my red Jeep and got out, softball bat in hand, to distract this guy while Miriam and her brother Daniel snuck out the back door and got into Lisa's car. I was sure I was going to piss myself when I got out of the Jeep; this guy was wildly angry and I was sure he was cranked up on some sort of speed.
"This is none of your business fat-ass! I want my kids back from their worthless whore of a mother!"
"Listen mister, I don't know what's going on here but you got no right to scare two kids like this. The police are coming so you should just leave now." I was trying to keep my voice from going all squeaky and trying even harder not to pee myself. It was about now it occurred to me that if he had a gun I was in real trouble because he did not seem at all rational. I felt better when I saw Lisa's car drive by, that had been the plan that she would drive by, with the kids hiding in the back seat, to let me know she had them. I could hear sirens but I was not waiting around, I got back in my Jeep and got the hell away from him, tires squealing. Thankfully I had head start on whoever this guy was and I knew where I was going. I came rushing through the Graff's gate, which closed behind me, and I saw Katherine with her katana already out and Mrs. G holding what looked like a very big gun (she's not a large woman).
Katherine was in command mode, "Cynthia, get in the house. Lisa is calling Elizabeth now and trying to get Mrs. Mondragon on the phone as well." Her tone did not invite discussion so I did what I was told, but I didn't close the door all the way behind me. Lisa was one the phone, I could hear Ellie yelling on the other end, and Rita had the kids in the kitchen. The guy, who I now assumed was the father of at least one of the kids (Ellie's mom had an interesting past), possibly the one who had been in prison in Texas. He was screaming at Katherine, using fairly vile language; Katherine had her knees bent slightly (I had seen her do her sword practice many times and had that produced many naughty thoughts about that tall, elegant black woman) and she was clearly ready to use that razor-sharp sword of hers if it were to become necessary.
The police arrived soon enough, Katherine returned her katana to its scabbard and Mrs. G lowered the gun. The guy continued yelling, now almost incoherently, until the police finally handcuffed him and put him in the back of the squad car. Mrs. G went to talk to them through the gate, she never did open it, and it was clear the police knew who she was. I closed the door, figuring I would learn soon enough what had gone down.
Mrs. G came inside but Katherine remained at the gate her hands on her katana until the police left. Jan had taken Miriam and David out to show them the horse barn and the rest of us gathered around to get the entire story. Mrs. G had started to fill us in when Katherine came back inside along with an apoplectic Ellie. She had driven the 40 miles from the Eastern Illinois campus in Charleston to the Graff's in a time suggesting she massively exceeded the speed limit. She had been in contact with her mom who was at one of dealerships that the company she did bookkeeping for owned in Danville and she was on her way, having been assured that the kids were O.K. Ellie's mood was swinging wildly from stalking around the room and, as Lisa put it, "Muttering Darkly," and collapsing in tears while leaning on me or Lisa.
While all this was going down Mrs. G got a call on her business phone; it was from a woman in the district attorney's office who was in her sewing club. When she returned to the living room she seemed relieved.
"The police were booking him on charges of disorderly conduct and resisting an officer and while that was happening the DA's office was checking him for outstanding warrants." Here she smiled grimly, telling me that she had suggested that they do this very thing. "He has three outstanding warrants in Texas and one in Arkansas for some serious crimes. What the police have on him here is pretty small beans and so in a day or two, once the extradition orders arrive, he will be turned over to law enforcement from Texas or Arkansas to be taken to whichever state has the more serious charges." Here she looked at Ellie, whose eyes were red and who was very close to breaking my fingers from holding on to me so tight, "You and your brother and sister are safe. If he's convicted on any of those outstanding charges, along with a parole violation, he will be back inside for a long time."
Lisa stroked Ellie's black hair, "Is he your dad?" Me and Lisa had guessed this might be the case.
Ellie nodded, "He's mine and Daniel's. Miriam came along when mom was with another guy." Ellie's mom had quite a past and Ellie did not like talking about it very much.
Katherine's voice was surprisingly soft, "I feel I need to ask about this; it seems like your brother has some issues."
Ellie signed and wiped away some tears (not for the last time), "Yeah. He's always been different and he had a hard time in school, it took him five years to get through high school. I think it's related to mom still being a total party girl when she was pregnant with him. She was drinking a lot and smoking a lot too. At least when she got divorced, that was when my dad went to prison, the next guy helped her clean up some. When we finally left Texas and moved to Indiana she decided to get sober and she has been ever since." Katherine moved over to sit next to Ellie and put her arm around her. Katherine was not one to show a lot of caring emotions )except maybe to Erin or Rita) so this was a big thing for her.
Mrs. G sensed the need, to my great relief, to change the subject, "Have you taken your LSAT yet?"
I could tell Ellie was glad to talk about something else, "Yeah. I should get my results right before Christmas. I hope I did well enough on them."
Katherine smiled at her (We live in an age of signs and wonders!), "I am sure you did well Elizabeth. We have every confidence in you."
Ellie had one of her luminous smiles, "Thanks. I appreciate that."
A short while later a truck pulled up to the gate, we could see the tractor company's logo on the door and Katherine opened the gate from inside the house. We could tell Ellie's mom had been crying too and Mrs. G told her the entire story. Ellie's mom was gushing thanks to Mrs. G, Katherine, me and Lisa; we were just relieved it was over. Mrs. G assured Ellie's mom that there should be nothing more coming of this but if anything did come up to call her immediately; not for the first time did I realize exactly what a badass Mrs. Graff was.
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Halloween came on a Saturday and we planned to go to the Halloween party at Chalkey's; but that did not start until 9:00 that night so we spent the early evening upstairs with Granddad. We put a sign on our door to come to the front door, so hopefully few kids found themselves standing on our dark porch. Because there were a lot of rental properties in the neighborhood there were a fair number of young families which meant lots of little kids. We had bought big bags of candy at Target and I did my best not to eat too much of it. Lisa made no excuses about combing through it looking for Almond Joy bars, she loves coconut and I do not. Marisol, who did not live too far away, brought Rosa by the house and even I, no fan of small children, thought she looked adorable in the Snow White costume her grandmother had sewn for her. I took her photo and she insisted she wanted a photo with, "Miss Lisa, Miss Cindy, and Mr. Ray" and we obliged her.
I wore the Slutty Pirate Queen costume I had put together in college, Lisa helped me get my boobs pushed up to I had some cleavage to display. Lisa went full-bore Queen of the Dark Fae with the black dress Rita had helped make, a black tiara with black crystals (which really stood out with her white hair) and her knee-high black Doc Martens; it was all I could do to not just bend her over the couch and eat her pussy right then and there.
By now I was used to the audible intake of breath when Lisa walked into a room looking even more beautiful than usual and the Halloween was no different. Alina, dressed as an exceptionally slutty djinn was all but drooling and Michael gave his best take on George Takei's famous, "Oh Myyyyyy." Michael was dressed in a very Edwardian suit, he and Jan had similar tastes in clothes, carrying a black cane with a skull with light-up eyes on top of it and a top hat. He told me, when I said he could easily play Mr. Applegate in Damn Yankees, that he had been going for the look of a character who had terrified him as a child, Mr. Dark from the 1983 film Something Wicked This Way Comes. Me and Lisa found that movie on VHS at the library later on and watched it one night, it scared the hell out of both of us and I was not surprised to learn the story was written by the great Ray Bradbury. He was a great writer but he could be a strange dude sometimes.
Michael was with a guy named Gene; he seemed nice enough and Alina assured me that he was, in the grand scheme of things, fairly handsome, it's not like I would have known. Lisa was shamelessly grabbing my butt all night when we were dancing and she took a turn on the dancefloor with Michael when the DJ played Dr. John's "Season of the Witch," a song I love.
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