"Dory, is that you?"
My ears perked up. Who would know me as Dory? I ditched that name as soon as I ran away from the orphanage when I was fifteen, some nine years ago. Being called that name always got me in a funk. Man I hated that orphanage. Mom and Dad died when I was nine, forcing me to spend the next six years or so at that orphanage. Me and...
"Tam? Is that really you?"
I was staring at a small limousine. Poking out of the back door was the finest female leg I ever saw. The high heel shoe worn on said leg screamed a tiger in both the bedroom and boardroom.
"Oh Dory, I have searched years for you." With that, I was tackled by who had to be my sister Tammy, who was dressed for success. Her brunette tresses flowed from her. She was wearing a killer business suit and skirt that did nothing to hide her figure, and with her high heels perfectly established her as an alpha female. Myself? I was dressed in street rags. "Oh Dory, what has happened to you? Never mind; big sister is here for you." Her limo driver looked on as she helped me stumble into her limo.
As we pulled away, I could not help but wonder what happened to Tam since last we saw each other some twelve years ago. "Tam, I was told you were adopted a week after it occurred; what happened?"
Tam sighed. "Those orphanage bastards got an offer they couldn't refuse. Some rich guy decided he wanted to 'adopt' a seventeen year old for a daughter so he could have a 'daughter with benefits' when she turned eighteen. I was the 'lucky' girl." Then she grinned. "But it worked out well; I played him like a Stradivarius once I turned eighteen. Some of those girls at the orphanage had already been around, and I had learned a lot from them. A WAY lot."
"So what happened to your new 'daddy'?"
"Heh, old man died of a heart attack five years ago when we celebrated my college graduation. He 'came' and went at the same time." She gave an evil smile. "People started to say that I have a 'killer pussy'. I just think of how Richard Pryor once said that was recycling."
"Who's Richard Pryor?"
"Wow, you have been deprived. Never mind, sister is going to take care of you. Starting," she whiffed in mild disgust, "with a bath."
As she said that, we pulled up at a luxury hotel. Her driver opened her door, from which we both got out. I was looked on with contempt by both the doorman and those guests inside the lobby as my sister took me by the collar and guided me inside the hotel and up the elevator. But it was when we got inside her hotel room that she really took charge.
"OK, bathroom's right there. Get out of those dirty clothes, and get in the tub."
"Yes, mother."
"Hmpf. I wish. I so miss Mom. Do you have any memories of her?"
"Barely. I was nine when she and dad died. Once you left without anyone telling me, I was by myself."
"Well, you are not by yourself anymore. If I need to be mother and sister both to you, so be it. Now take off all those dirty clothes and get into the bath right this minute."
"But I'll be naked."
"I've seen it before."
"Now you do sound like a mother." She stuck her tongue out at me. I continued, "Besides, it's much bigger than you'll remember."
"Bragging, bragging, bragging."
It sounded pat. "Richard Pryor again?
"No; Dolly Parton."
"Who?"
"Get your ass stripped down and take your bath!"
With that motherly command, I hastened to the bathroom. Now, aside from ponds and public fountains, I haven't had a bath in years. I looked at a tub as if I had never seen one before. Still, Tam was right; I long ago needed a bath. I totally stripped down and placed myself into the marble bowl. I shivered from the cool surface, and shuddered when the first cold blast of water hit the tub. However, the hot water eventually kicked in and the water had reached a soothing warm temperature. I had almost forgotten another person was in the hotel room when...
"Are you washing?"
"Sheesh, Tam; I'm nude here."