"When the lights, go down, in the city..." blared out of the 50 year old speakers in Liz's 1964 white Mustang convertible as she and Claire sailed down the old country road.
Claire raised her head, watching the large trees whip by as she flailed her arms in jubilation and joined Liz in a sing-a-long.
"Ya know who I feel like Liz?" Asked Claire.
"Who?" Replied Liz.
"Louise."
"Who?" Liz asked in utter confusion.
"Louise from "Thelma and Louise."
After a hearty laugh, Liz joined Claire in song.
Liz and Claire have been best friends since grade school. People call them sisters because they're always together. They've been there for each other through boyfriends, marriages, divorces, kids and everything else life has thrown at them.
As inseparable as they are, you couldn't find two backgrounds so different.
Claire is 45, married; with 2 teenage kids, and a dog named Bert (her daughter's name for the dog). She keeps herself in good shape by walking Bert around their quiet neighborhood daily and it shows. Her breasts sag a bit but are still a nice full 36d that protrude from her 5' 5" 24-36 figure.
She gets very uncomfortable when guys compliment her about how beautiful she looks. She's a natural brunette with below the shoulder length hair that she keeps in a ponytail. She doesn't wear makeup because her husband Bob thinks that makeup "is for whores".
Liz is the same age, divorced (twice). She has two kids - a teenager from her first marriage and a 10 year old from her second.
The flaming redhead abuses herself by partying several nights a week as a bartender for a Coyote Ugly wannabe bar downtown, yet her body still holds its shape like a twenty-something woman.
When she's not working, she's getting off on riding her Harley around town, or getting elbow deep in grease while working on her Mustang in the garage over some beers with her younger boyfriend Clint.
"I hope we don't meet the same demise as Thelma and Louise." Claire exclaimed with a laugh.
Liz retorts. "You mean getting killed? Oh hell no! This car ain't going over no damn cliff!" They both laughed and continue their song "WHOA OO OO WHAOOOO!"
After hours of laughing and riding up the great northern part of Wisconsin, the two reached their destination. It's a beautiful log cabin tucked into the deep woods of Lake Wautoma.
The cabin belongs to Claire. Her parents bought it several years ago when Claire was a child and it's been the family retreat ever since.
"This was a great idea Claire" Liz said
"Yes. We need this! Let's get settled in, make a pitcher of Lemonade, and go for a swim!" Claire said excitedly.
"Lemonade?" Liz said with a laugh. "Hell no. It's tequila time!"
Needing to get away was an understatement. Liz was getting burnt out. The late hours at her job, her kids, and the money worries this single mom goes through like every other single mom, were taking a toll on her.
Claire's life was less hectic due to her kids being more self-sufficient, but she needed this trip for a different reason. Claire and Bob have run into a rut in their marriage. A rut that has gone on for the last 10 years. She remembered the day it all went downhill.
"I got the promotion Claire!" he screamed.
Claire replied excitedly. "Oh that's wonderful sweetheart! Let's celebrate!"
"I'd love to honey but the Cooper account is in trouble so I have to work late. Rain check?" he asked
"Oh, ah, sure honey. Some other time." Claire responded disappointedly.
And that's the way it's been ever since that promotion. He works all the time. At night, on weekends, or at home once he shows up. For the last 10 years. She's talked to him when she can, but to no avail.
Once at the cabin, Claire noticed a change in her suitcase.
"LIZ!" Claire shouted in horror as she ran from her bedroom to the other. "Did you take my suit!? I know I packed my suit before we left. What did you do now!?"
"This is not a family vacation Claire, and I know you were going to bring that boring one piece swim suit you always wear. The only way to get you to let loose was to throw out your suit so you have to wear mine!" Liz said in a devilish way.
"Liz! I can't wear your suits! They're two-piece and too small for me! Please tell me you didn't throw mine out!?"
"Just try it Claire. You'll love it!" Liz says meekly.
Claire grabbed it in a huff and returned to her room to give it a try. Although she was furious at her free spirited friend, she had to admit to herself that wearing something so revealing was exciting.
A few minutes later she stormed back to Liz's room wearing her new gift.
"You have GOT to be kidding! There's hardly any material on it! I hate bright red, the strings are so thin they're going to snap at any minute and most of my boobs are showing! Look at the lower half! It's basically a string with a small triangle patch for the front. Who wears these things?"
"Relax". Liz said in a calming voice. "We're the only ones up here. Nobody will see. Besides, you look unbelievable! Just think what you can show Bob when you get back with that tan!"
"Oh yeah. Like he'll even notice." Shirked Claire.
After some reassurance from Liz, the two made their way down to the pier. After an hour of laughing, drinking, talking and tanning on their backs, Liz and Claire heard footsteps on the pier.
"Well what do we have here?" Said a male voice approaching them.
"It must be a Hooters getaway Clint!" said another.
