Continuing chapter in this saga... Important to read the previous chapter(s)
Chapter Nine
Kerri gazed out the kitchen window and said with a sigh, "That was a great party. I just wish I didn't have to go to work today. I'm bushed."
"You should be," Nellie told her sleepily. "You tried out every dildo in Connie's kit."
"You didn't do so bad yourself, little sister. I noticed you used up most of her flavor gel. You sure do like having your pussy licked."
"Uh-huh. And Bertha sure does like licking it for me. That woman is something else. I think I'll take her over to Davey's and introduce her to the guys. I'll bet she could wear them out in no time at all."
Kerri smiled and said, "I'll bet she could too. And she likes having a man every now and then. But three-I don't know if she'd go for that or not. Well, I guess I'd better drag my weary ass off to work."
Nellie settled down on the sofa to read while she sipped at her third cup of strong coffee, only to find that she couldn't concentrate. She was too restless.
She downed her coffee and slipped into a skirt and blouse. It was a beautiful, warm day. She drove her little sports car down the freeway to a country road, then turned off and headed for a small lake nestled in the hills above town.
It was still fairly early, but the weather was getting hotter by the minute. She kicked off her sandals and waded into the cool water.
She was about two feet from shore when a voice called, "Hey, lady, can't you read? You're not supposed to be in there."
She turned around to find out where the voice was coming from. A tall, curly-haired man in a ranger's uniform was standing near the edge of the water, scowling at her.
"What do you mean, I'm not supposed to be in here?" she asked in a peeved voice.
He said, "Didn't you see the sign?"
"What sign?"
"That one," he said, pointing off to his left. "The one that says no swimming."
"I'm not swimming," she said. "I'm wading."
"Oh for-are you going to come out of there or not?"
"Why should I? I've waded in here lots of times. Since when did it get to be a crime?"
"Since last week when the board of supervisors voted to make it one," he snapped impatiently. "And if you don't get out of there right now I'm going to come in and drag you out."
Nellie giggled.
"What's so funny?"
"You. You're acting like you just cornered public enemy number one. If you'll read me my rights, sir, I'll throw down my weapons and come out with my hands in the air."
The ranger was not amused.
Scowling darkly at her, he barked, "Look, lady, I don't have time to play games with you. I've got a whole fucking lake to patrol and I'm running late as it is. Now get your ass out of there."
"Don't you dare talk to me like that!" Nellie sputtered. "I'll come out, all right. And then I'll go straight to your boss and tell him what you said."
She took a step forward. She was angry, not paying attention to where she was stepping. Her foot came down on a slippery rock and she ended up flat on her ass in the mud.
The ranger snickered. He may not have been amused before, but he was now. She glared at him and he burst into deep, hearty laughter.
Nellie couldn't help being affected by his mirth. But she was also wet and muddy, and peeved over the fact that she should be the object of his merriment. Using both hands in order to get the maximum result, she sent a wave of dirty water splashing against his crisp, clean uniform.
That stopped his laughter. It also sent him wading into the water after her. He grabbed her arms to yank her to her feet and slipped on that same fateful rock. He struggled to maintain his balance, but to no avail. In the end he came crashing down right on top of her.
Nellie went clear under this time. The ranger quickly pulled her head up and made sure she was still breathing, then he lifted her into his arms and carried her out onto the grass.
"Are you okay?" he asked in a worried voice.
She was too groggy and disoriented to answer. She stared blankly up at him for a moment, then fainted dead away.
Nellie was trying to open her eyes but she just couldn't seem to manage it. It was almost as if her eyelids were glued shut. Nor could she lift her arms. Her whole body felt terribly weak and heavy.
A soft moan escaped her lips and a quiet voice asked, "Are you okay?"
She took another crack at opening her eyes. This time she succeeded.
The ranger was standing over her, frowning.
She glanced at her surroundings. She was in a small room, on a small bed, and she couldn't move because she was lying beneath a heavy blanket.
His frown melted into a relieved smile.
"How do you feel?" he repeated.
"I'm not sure." She cleared her throat. "Where am I?"
"You're in the caretaker's cabin at the north end of the lake. You passed out. I brought you here and put you to bed. I was just about to send for a doctor, because you were taking so long to wake up. Do you think you need one?"
"I-no, I-I'm sure I don't," she said with a stammer. "I passed out?"
"Uh-huh. I think you may have hit your head on something when I fell on you. Look, miss-"
"Nellie. My name is Nellie."
"Look, Nellie, I'm sorry I acted the way I did. I guess I was a little uptight. I've had nothing but trouble ever since the supervisors passed that crazy ordinance. I probably wouldn't have made such a big deal out of it if you hadn't looked so pretty standing there in the water with your skirt hiked up above your knees. All I wanted to do, really, was talk to you. But then one thing led to another and you got mad and-"
"You got mad first," she reminded him. "I thought it was funny."
"I know. Like I said, I was sort of uptight. Are you sure you don't want me to call a doctor?"
Nellie nodded. The effort sent a twinge of pain shooting through the back of her head. She pushed the blanket down to her waist, with the intention of freeing her arms so she could feel her head, and discovered that she was stark-naked. Her face turned bright red and she quickly tucked the blanket back up under her chin.
The ranger stared down at his feet and said, "We were both all wet. I couldn't leave you like that. Your clothes are hanging out in back of the cabin. I didn't touch you. All I did was get you out of those wet clothes. Honest. And I covered you up right away. Honest!"
Nellie giggled. She couldn't help it. He looked as if he had just gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Okay," she said, "I believe you. What time is it, anyway?"
"It's eleven o'clock."
"Is that all? I feel like it's the day after tomorrow."
Looking him over, she suddenly realized that he was no longer wearing his uniform. His tall, athletic frame was hidden beneath a silky bathrobe.
She frowned and said, "I thought this was the caretaker's cabin. What do you do, carry that robe around in your pocket in case you get wet?"
"No," he explained, grinning that sexy grin. "I live here. I am the caretaker. Sort of a combination forest ranger, security guard, and jack-of-all-trades."
"Oh. Don't you get lonely living out here?"
