When Gina Met Tammy...Ch.11
Gina has a run-in with the man who raped her years ago.
It doesn't turn out good...for him.
TAMMY:
I woke up feeling refreshed after an excellent night of sleep. Neither of us had moved at all since last night -- Gina's head was still on my shoulder, her hand on my necklace. Laying there quietly and enjoying the closeness, I let my thoughts wander back through the events of yesterday. So far, it's been a delightful trip...well, except for Roswell. I haven't had to experience the attitudes that Gina warned me about yet, since the only people I've encountered were Jerry, Marcie, and Jane. They've been fantastic, and it's too bad that they're in the minority when it comes to accepting us as girls who happen to be lesbians and not as aberrations.
Gina's eyes opened, and she looked up at me, smiling. I kissed her good morning, and she sat up, languidly stretching. She said, "Wow, baby, I slept like a rock! Did ya have a good night?" I told her I'd had a great night, adding that neither of us had moved an inch after we fell asleep. When I asked her if she still meant to do what she said last night, her kiss gave me all the reassurance that I needed.
I heard a loud whistle from outside our window, and when I looked through the curtain, Jerry was out there with two large bowls of food. He set them on the deck, then Rufus and Doofus came bounding up to get their breakfast. Watching them gobble their food made me giggle -- they acted like they hadn't eaten in weeks, even though I could tell they were obviously well-fed. In just a minute or so, the food was finished, and they ran out across the back yard and disappeared into the orchard, ready to start their day of playing.
Gina had peed and brushed her teeth while I watched the dogs, so I did the same, then we got in the shower. Shaving each other, we held our hands over our mouths when the razor brought about the usual mild orgasms when we shaved our pussies and did the 'normal' tongue checks for stubble! We scrubbed each other in the softened water, then shampooed and conditioned our hair. After drying off and tousling our hair dry, we put on a little makeup and dressed in nice shorts, sleeveless blouses, and flats.
GINA:
After we dressed and made our bed, we went to the kitchen. Marcie and Jerry were already up and dressed for work, and when I looked at the clock, I saw it was just past 8:00. We all exchanged "good morning" greetings, and Marcie poured us both a large cup of coffee, putting some sweetener and cream out on the island.
Marcie said she was sorry, but she had to leave for work. She was dressed very nicely in a conservative outfit befitting a bank manager. I asked her if they had an ATM so I could get some cash, and she said they did, but to make sure we stopped inside to say Hi if we went there. She kissed Jerry good-bye, and left, saying she'd see us this afternoon after work if we didn't make it to the bank. I told her if we weren't here, I was out showing all of the feature attractions around town to Tammy, making Marcie giggle as she closed the door.
Jerry sat with us at the island for a while, saying he had to go in soon himself. He told me the closing was set for 10:00, and that my part wouldn't take very long. Jerry said I'd get to meet the buyers, then warned "They're a fairly young couple, with one on th' way, and believe me, they're gonna fit right in with th' majority of th' town." I said, "In other words, more religious, conservative nutcases, right?" He laughed, and said, "Yep, ya got it!" He gave me a key for the front door in case we showed up and nobody was home, and left, saying he'd see us in a bit and to make ourselves at home.
TAMMY:
Gina and I sat at the island after Marcie and Jerry left, drinking our coffee. She asked if I wanted breakfast, and I told her honestly, I was still full from stuffing myself last night. Giggling, she said "Here we go again. I ain't hungry either. I tell ya, honey, we're gettin' as creepy as th' twin girls in 'The Shining'!"
We still had some time before the meeting at Jerry's, and Gina said we were going to drive around some more. Going to the fridge, she got a couple of slices of the brisket out, and asked if I wanted to make some friends for life. I said sure, so I got our purses and we locked up, going out the front.
Rufus and Doofus came running up, and Gina gave me a slice of meat. I tore it in half, then told the pups to sit. They immediately sat down, their eyes not leaving my hands. I gave them each a piece, and they took it gently, then wolfed the damn thing without even chewing! I stood there scratching their heads, and told Gina to get my phone and take a picture, so I could send it to Momma.
Laughing, Gina gave me the other piece, and took several shots of me and the dogs while I gave them their treat and played with them. I held up my empty hands and said "That's it, boys. You'll have to go catch your own now. Shoo!" They took off like a shot to the middle of the lawn, then started wrestling with each other, not a care in the world. It was so cute!
We started driving away from town once we left Jerry's place. Gina's dash gauge showed it to be 78 degrees already, but it wasn't bad at all. I can understand now what people meant when they say "but it's a dry heat" when they describe the weather here.
GINA:
The road we were on leads out to the old Country Club. It's been shut down for a long time, but the remains of the golf course and where the swimming pool was can still be seen. I pointed out to Tammy that the groups of scraggly trees that show where the golf course greens used to be had the broken cherries of untold numbers of kids spread under their branches. When it was built, this was a fairly nice municipal club, but with all the advances of modern travel coming about, the large cities got closer and people would go there instead, for the wider variety of entertainment available.
A few miles further out, I showed Tammy the 'Airport'. It's really just an asphalt strip in the country with a couple of tin buildings where local crop-dusters stored their planes. During WWII, I've been told this airstrip was used to train glider pilots bound for Europe, but I don't know if that's true or not. Now, it's just used by student pilots from nearby cities for touch-and-go practice landings, and by the lunatic crop-dusters.
Laughing, I told Tammy about when I was a kid, maybe 8 or 9, one of my dad's friends had a crop-dusting business, and he took us up one day for a ride. Dad asked him to show us how he flew when he was spraying a crop, and the bastard had scared the shit out of me. He put the plane in a dive straight towards the ground, then leveled out and flew UNDER the wires between the telephone poles, then sped over the ground less than 20 feet below. The men laughed like crazy, but I was screaming and crying and wanted to get out of that goddamn plane as soon as I could!
Tammy was trying not to laugh too hard, and I smiled. I told her it was okay, and when you grow up in a small town like this, a lot of crazy shit happened. Boredom can lead to creation of some unique forms of entertainment. Driving back towards town, I told her on a Saturday night one summer, right around the Fourth of July, several pickup loads of kids were driving around out in this area, having Roman Candle fights. I was in the back of one truck, and another pulled up beside us, firing away. It was a blast, laughing and shrieking, trying to avoid getting hit by one of the fireballs.
Somebody in my 'squad' landed a lucky shot, bouncing a fireball off of someone's butt and into their 'ammo dump'. Kids were screaming and jumping over the sides of the pickup bed to get away when the fireworks all ignited, then the driver took off down the road, trailing a shower of sparks and fireballs. How his pickup didn't burn to a crisp, I'll never know!
