Connie searches for the Eastern Wind and Kat breaks her ties with the past. The motorcycle club heads home, and the term devil dykes takes on a new meaning for the witches of Anaconda.
Connie moped around her apartment for a couple of hours before dressing and going down stairs to the bar. It had been almost a week since she had been below in the Lucky Eight Ball.
When she got half way down the stairway, she stopped and surveyed the scene. Mattresses were strewed about the floor, stained in alcohol and other indescribable substances. She chuckled and shook her head. The juke box played that old country tune, "Lonesome Me." She sighed as she listened to the sad melody; then shook off the feelings and proceeded down the stairway.
Three people sat at the bar drinking beer; Lynn from the bed and breakfast, Steve the tow truck driver from the local auto shop and Roy the deputy sheriff who patrols the Fountain Springs area.
"What a sorry lot of patrons you three are," Connie said with a laugh. "Hey, Roy. Did you decide to stop in and see if there was anything left around here?"
"Morning, Connie. Looks like some fun was had. Haven't heard any serious complaints so far, except from these two love sick freaks."
"What's eating you two?" Connie asked as she started wiping down the bar.
"I was a heterosexual last week, and now I don't know what I am," Lynn said. "I had my world rocked." Connie high-fived her.
"I know the feeling. It happens to me every time they come to town."
"And you?" She leaned on her elbows in front of Steve.
"Oh, nothing," he grumbled. "I was a heterosexual last week and I'm more of one this week." He went out the door. Connie looked at Lynn.
"He fell for the daughter of one of our guests. Where have you been? I haven't seen you all week." Connie smiled as she thought about Kat.
"I was locked up in my apartment all week with..." She looked back and forth between Lynn and Deputy Roy. "What the hell, let's just say I'm through with men." She looked at Roy. "Sorry, dude."
"You don't have to apologize to me. I'm married." Roy slapped the bar and stood up. "Well, it looks like there wasn't much damage this year, so I'll head back to Garvey and file my report."
"Give my regards to Sheriff Gibbs," Connie said. She looked around again and threw up her hands. "What a fucking mess."
Lynn slid off her stool. "I'll help. Come on. We'll clean it up in no time."
Suddenly Connie felt a small shiver in her belly, and Ana spoke in her sing-song voice.
"Examine Lynn's energy body. Show me what you've learned."
At first, Connie panicked, but she calmed herself after reviewing Kat's instructions. She relaxed and felt Ana's snake form emerge from her vagina. She shivered and squinted her eyes, sweeping her gaze up and down along Lynn's body as the dark skinned girl started bringing empty beer cans and bottles over to the bar.
"That's it," Ana said. "See the dull area near her midsection?" Connie silently acknowledged.
"She has had a baby. Baby's do that to the energy body. A female child robs her mother's energy body of luminous filaments."
"She not the one," Connie said silently to Ana.
"No, it won't be that easy finding the East Wind. Practice every time you get an opportunity."
As Ana's snake form slid back inside grazing against Connie's clit, she shuddered, gripped the edge of the bar and tried to stifle an orgasm. Ana laughed at her, but a wave of ecstasy swept over her body from head to toe. When she looked up, Lynn was staring at her.
"You okay? You look a little peeked," Lynn asked. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you just had a big oh." Connie took a deep breath while Lynn chuckled.
"Ah...I just haven't had much sleep lately."
Lynn laughed as she gathered up empty beer glasses.
"I hear that. I've never had this much great sex in my life. If I'd have known girl sex was so good, I would have made the switch a long time ago."
"So...," Connie said taking another deep breath. "You and Animal huh? I'd have never predicted that."
"I know!" Lynn plopped down on a bar stool. "I blush just thinking about it, but that girl has an extraordinarily long tongue." She fanned her face. "And she never tires. I hope she comes back soon or I might go into withdrawals. I cried like a baby when she left."
Connie felt exactly the same way. She would have liked to talk about it, but she was determined to keep her relationship with Kat private.
It took a couple of hours to clean up the Lucky Eight Ball. They stacked the mattresses against one wall. Connie called a handyman she had used around the property and asked him to return the mattresses to their owners, although she didn't think they'd want them back.
"Let me buy you dinner, Lynn. That was a lot of work."
"Thanks, Connie, but I need to get back and see how the bed and breakfast fared. Besides I have to hitch back or walk, and I don't want to be out after dark."
"Then let me give you a ride. I haven't been out there in a while. I'd like to see what you've done with the old girl."
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Out on a small stretch of old Route 66 cutoff an abandoned, for all practical purposes by Interstate 40, the Devil Dykes pulled into what remained of Clayton, Utah. One small grocery store with two gas pumps out front was all the remained of the business section. Everything else was boarded up and bleached out in the desert heat. A crusty old man in overalls sat in a chair under a shade tree.
"Hay old timer, you got any cold beer in there?" Ricki called out to him, as she pulled her gloves off and stuffed them in her back pocket.
"Sure do," he said and groaned as he struggled to his feet and lead the way inside the store.
"We need some gas too."
"Help yourself," he replied. "Billy Bob, go help these gals pump some fuel into their scooters."
A young boy, no older than nineteen, closed a tattered old Playboy magazine and sauntered out the door. Ricki opened the magazine and draped out the centerfold out.
"Now that's some sweet meat, wouldn't you say, old man?"
