*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
**Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned, expect to find mistakes.
Just a flash story; not meant to be taken too seriously.
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The Sunflower Apartments complex went up quickly. One day there were just fallow fields at the intersection of Highways 331 and 12-A in Mordbrand, Kansas. Then a crew with bulldozers leveled the field. Then came the massive cement trucks and semis loaded down with building materials. Before long, forty eight apartments spread over four uniform buildings were available for rent.
In Apartment 102C, Courtney Walker sighed heavily. Saturdays and Sundays were the worst. Monday through Friday, and every other Saturday, at least for half of the day, Courtney did not have to think. She just did her job at the bank, just smiled and wished each customer a good day.
"Thanks a lot, Brian. Nineteen years, gone. Thanks a whole hell of a lot," Courtney hissed under her breath as she tried, unsuccessfully to lose herself in an old, worn-out copy of an Ophelia Brown paperback romance.
"Romance is dead and gone and buried," Courtney claimed, tossing 'Sisters in the Flesh' by Ophelia Brown onto the coffee table.
She had married Brian Walker just after their graduation from high school. He worked at the depot, learning diesel mechanics first hand. When he reached twenty one years of age, Brian had gone to Wichita, Kansas and had taken a course on driving.
Ten years after their wedding, Brian, with Courtney's help and budgeting, had managed to save up enough to buy his own rig. Then, last year, he had hit Courtney with the news, he had found the true love of his life. He was terribly sorry, he hadn't meant to, he had not even been looking when he'd met her at a truck stop in Bergeron, Idaho.
Brian had expected Courtney to just shrug and accept it. Brian had expected them to just sign the papers and shake hands, and promise to always be friends.
"No, Mr. Walker, it really doesn't work that way," Paul Jensen, Courtney's attorney had drawled. "For example? That trailer? Was purchased after your marriage. So, you can either buy her half, or it will be sold and the proceeds will be split down the middle."
Brian had finally calmed down after that bit of information when Mr. Jensen hit him with the news that the Peterbilt had also been purchased after their marriage. Ms. Billings, Brian's attorney had attempted to calm Brian down. Brian had some very ugly words for his attorney, for Courtney, for Courtney's attorney. Mr. Jensen smiled at Courtney and Courtney could not help but smirk as Brian ranted and railed.
"Who's the one that paid for you to go to that school, Brian?" Courtney quietly asked when Brian finally sat down again.
"Aw, Jesus God!" Brian thundered.
"Aw. Did you really think you could just run off to fuck some truck stop whore and there wouldn't be any consequences?" Courtney asked.
But now, even with the money from the sale of the trailer and her half of Brian's tractor in an investments account, Courtney still felt a wave of resentment well up in her guts when she thought of Brian Walker. There was nothing on television. There were no movies playing down at the Davis Eight movie complex, none she felt like seeing. The air conditioning blew softly on her skin and Courtney thought briefly of taking a nap. She'd spun the dial of the radio and had finally settled on KLBF, a Top40 Country station out of Broken Field, Kansas. To her, much of what passed as country music these days had very little resemblance to country music. To her, it was overly processed bubble gum pop with an annoying twang and cookie cutter lyrics.
The apartment manager was in the laundry room of Apartment Building C, fiddling with the breaker box. The man knew enough to be dangerous and proved it by blowing the breaker box.
In Apartment 102C, Courtney squealed when her apartment was plunged into eerie silence. An hour later, the apartment was far too warm for her liking so she opened the living room window and the window in her bedroom. But both windows faced the rear of Apartment building A and there was not much of a breeze. After a moment's hesitation, Courtney stripped down to bra and panties.
At thirty eight years of age, Courtney still had her cheerleader's physique. Her 34D breasts were still high and proud on her chest. Her 29 inch waist led into her perfect 32 inch hips and her buttocks were still nicely rounded. Her legs were still the sleek, muscular legs the boys had all lusted after all those years ago.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it," Courtney chanted, fanning herself as the heat slowly built up in her apartment.
"Problem?" Courtney almost screamed as a soft female voice asked from right outside of her living room window.
"Yes! Damned electricity's out and I'm burning up in here!" Courtney said, bending and peering at the young woman that stood, bent over and peering into her living room.
"Yeah. What happened? I was over at Frank's, do you know Frank? He lives right there, in two oh three? Anyway, I'm beating his butt at Scrabble, yes, I'm a nerd, but all of a sudden, the lights just went out," the woman agreed.
"Frank, Frank, Frank, two oh three? No, I mean, maybe if I saw him, but..." Courtney shrugged.
Anyway, hi, I'm Mealy. I live in two oh two B," Camille Dorsey said, pointing toward the building cattycorner to Apartment Building C.
"Hi, um, Mealy?" Courtney asked.
"It's really Camille, but my big sister couldn't say Camille, so it got shortened to Mealy," Mealy smiled easily.
"Hi, Mealy, I'm Courtney, Courtney Walker," Courtney smiled; Mealy's happiness and friendliness was infectious.
"Listen, instead of burning up in here, why don't you come over? I'm in two oh two B. Oh! Oh! I just bought, you like rum? I just bought some Orange-Vanilla rum, and I've got some oranges; we'll make a couple of orange daiquiris, okay?" Mealy invited.
"Orange...I'll be right there," Courtney said, smiling at Mealy's enthusiasm.
"Yay!" Mealy giggled and scampered away.
The sundress Mealy wore gave no hint to the young woman's physique. Courtney did notice, with some jealousy, the girl's beautiful red hair and piercing green eyes. Courtney had noticed the girl's adorable smattering of freckles and the girl's plump lips and sweet smile while they chatted through the window screen.
Courtney closed and locked the window in the living room, then lowered the blinds. She then marched into her bedroom and lowered then locked the window in her bedroom. She then lowered the blinds.
Wiggling out of her lacy bra, Courtney selected the baby blue sundress with the cute yellow and white flowers. The baby blue matched her eyes, and the yellow and white flowers emphasized Courtney's thick waist-length deep brown hair.
Courtney made sure she had her keys and her cell phone as she left the stuffy apartment. Exiting the building, Courtney nodded to a few of the tenants of Apartment Building C that were now milling about. A few asked her if she knew what had happened and Courtney admitted ignorance. Stepping onto the drive that separated apartment buildings A and C from B and D, Courtney sighed as a nice breeze blew between the buildings. She strolled to Apartment Building B and entered the ground floor. Traipsing up the steps, Courtney found Apartment 202 and rang the doorbell.
"Coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Courtney heard Mealy's excited squeal and couldn't help but smile.
"Hi!" Mealy said, flinging the door open.
"Hi," Courtney agreed, and was startled when Mealy stepped up and planted a moist kiss directly onto Courtney's lips.
Mealy then grabbed Courtney's hand and pulled her to the kitchen. In the small kitchen, Courtney watched the attractive red head pour some rum into a large blender. Through the glass, Courtney could see some orange sections in the appliance.
