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Episode 12

Moving Day

After the game her parents wanted to see where she lived.

            “It’s just an apartment I share with Franny and another friend. It’s not much really,” Tammy said nervously, afraid her parents were going to realize that she was living in the gay district.

            “When did you start calling her Franny?” her mother asked with a smile.

            “Ah.” Tammy thought about it for a minute. “Our other room mate started calling her that and I guess most everyone is now.”

“How is Francis doing? We never get to see her any more.”

“She’s doing really good.”

            “Now take us back to your house,” her father said.

            She couldn’t think of a graceful way to get out of it, so the next thing she knew she was turning the key in the lock on their apartment making as much noise as humanly possible hoping to God that Adrian and Francis weren’t going to be fucking on the couch when she opened the door.

            “Hey,” Milly said walking up to them. “How was the game? Sorry I couldn’t make it but I had to work the early show.”

            And thank God she wasn’t wearing her work clothes. Just jeans and a T shirt. Sometimes Milly would do R-rated fashion shows for them of what she’d be taking off at work. Every time Tammy saw Milly she had to remind herself that she belonged to someone else, because she really just wanted to… well, fall madly in love with her.

            “Milly, this is my mom and dad,” she said with meaning. “Mom and Dad this is Milly.”

            Milly smiled and asked. “You having trouble with your lock?”

            “A little,” Tammy ground out. “Do you know where Adrian and Franny are?” she asked. 

            “They’re at Jan’s concert at the Presidenta,” Milly said. Then she actually laughed as Tammy slung the door open.

            “Nice meeting you,” her mother said as they walked in the apartment.

            “You too,” Milly said and then she practically skipped down the hall to bang on Faye’s door, no doubt so she could tell Faye that Tammy’s parents were there.

            “What an absolutely beautiful girl. It isn’t hard to see why she does theater,” Tammy’s mother said as they walked into the apartment and Tammy fumbled for the light switch.

            “Oh my God!” her father exclaimed, and Tammy half expected to see Adrian and Francis fucking on the couch but no he was looking at Adrian’s paintings. Tammy had lived with them so long now that she forgot they were there. Much the way she had gotten used to her father’s personal art collection, worth several million dollars. “Who did these?”

            “Adrian,” Tammy said.

            “She’s really amazingly good,” her father said. “Which school did she go to?”

            “She’s self-taught, Dad. She owns this building and the Caf� out front, the painting is a hobby.”

            “These are superb.” He pulled at one of the frames. “She painted them on the wall,” he said, a note of horror entering his voice.

            “She always paints on walls,” Tammy said with a shrug. “You should see the murals.”

            “Isn’t that Francis?” her mother asked of Adrian’s newest painting.

            “Yes,” Tammy said nervously.

            Her father went to look at the painting. “Extraordinary. The proportions are perfect and the light definitions are something you’d expect from a master not a… how old is this girl?”

            “Twenty-one.”

            “Amazing.”

            “Honey,” her mother said in that tone that said Dad was about to get slapped, “do you think you might stop looking at the picture of our daughter’s best friend’s naked body now?”

            He turned away from the painting and said to Tammy, “You said there are murals.”

            And then Tammy wished she hadn’t said it because she didn’t want to have her parents walking around The House with all the miscreants that just couldn’t keep their mouths shut and who all seemed flamboyantly gay to her all of the sudden.

            “Willard, I’d like to see Tammy’s room.”

            “Yes, of course, I’m sorry.” He waved his hand and she led them down the hall to her room.

            “It’s very nice. The whole apartment is so nice and clean, not like you’re dorm room. Where is Francis’ bed or does she have her own room?”

            My God she knows! Jerry’s right my parent’s are just like his. I don’t have to worry about them finding out because they know and they choose to be in denial.

            “Mom… remember Francis told you she’s gay.” Of course she’d really told her mom that she was bi, but it was all the same to Mom so it didn’t matter. “She sleeps with Adrian. They’re a couple.”

            “Oh ah…well that’s nice,” her mother said nervously. Her parents were broad minded, liberals who’d spent vast amounts of their huge fortunes on projects and causes they believed in including gay rights, and they believed in equality they just didn’t want their only daughter to be gay. That didn’t make them bad people, just normal, no one wanted to see their child treated the way gay people got treated in this current climate. But eventually when they’re ready they’ll just accept it, so why come out to them at all? They already know they just aren’t ready to deal with it yet, and I’m not ready to tell them so I’ll just let them deal with it in their own time.

            “Can I see some of these Murals?” her father asked.

            “Um sure, there is a huge one in the rec room and Faye’s home and I’m sure Milly would be glad to show you her’s, too.”

            Her father was very impressed. By the time she was showing them back to their car he was damn near glowing. “I’d like to talk to this friend of yours. When would be a good time.”

            “She’s here or at the Caf� most of the time. She isn’t terribly hard to find.”

            “Would you tell her how much I loved her paintings?”

            “Yeah of course, Dad.”

            “And tell Francis I’m glad she’s found someone. What she was doing before… well that just wasn’t safe. And tell her to come see us, I realize she’s busy but she shouldn’t get so busy that she doesn’t have time to come visit,” her mom said. And she’s glad I’m not sleeping with Francis because she’s probably assumed I was for years, and now she can hang onto some small hope that I might find a nice man and settle down.

            And then they both hugged her and kissed her and for the first time she didn’t have that awful hopeless feeling because she was gay. It suddenly became a non-issue. This morning she’d rubbed Melissa’s nose in shit, they’d won their game, she got to play, her friends had acted like asses cheering her on, her parents weren’t going to disown her because she was gay, she no longer had to worry about how to tell them because they knew, and she was sure the next time she went to visit them they wouldn’t bring a boy over to try to fix her up. All in all it had been a damn good day.

Adrian was making them some breakfast and for the first time Francis was running around trying to help her. When she ran into her at one point she laughed. “Franny what’s gotten into you?”

            “Huh?”

            “What are you doing here?”

            Francis looked dejected. “I’d like to learn to cook, Adrian. You know so that I might cook for you sometimes. At Rhonda’s all I ever really do in the kitchen is prep work which is just cutting stuff up, peeling it, and chopping it and stuff. I don’t know how to do anything. I’d like to learn so I can at least help.”

            It never dawned on Adrian that anyone might not know how to cook because her mother had taught her back before she turned into a screaming harpy and then when she’d turned into the screaming harpy Adrian had to do everything so it was a good thing she knew how.

            “It’s not hard.” And Adrian taught her how to make scrambled eggs and toast. They sat down at the table to eat. “You know you’re quite the dancer,” Adrian said.

            Francis smiled back at her. “Me? You’re amazing! You made me feel like I had two left feet.”

            “You’re crazy. Did you have a good time?”

            “A blast, but seriously I had more fun when I had you all to myself at home.”

            “You alright Franny?” Adrian asked. Francis had been acting weird every since they’d run into her parents and when Adrian thought about it even before that.

            “I’m fine,” Francis said smiling nervously. “It’s just… you know that day when Tammy and I ran into you in the park and we had that talk that made me want to wring your arrogant neck afterwards?”

            “Well I didn’t know you wanted to wring my neck,” Adrian said with a smile.

            “Well you should have you were being a smug bitch,” Francis said. She laughed and then she was dead serious again. “Remember I told you I was sure I was incapable of any depth of feeling? Well I was wrong, and I don’t want to scare you or anything but… I’m totally consumed with my love for you and I just realized that yesterday and now, well I just can’t get close enough to you and I want to be involved in every part of your life. I want to read all your stupid garden and landscape books and help you cook and clean the apartment and work on the yard with you and everything. So does that just creep you completely out?”

            Adrian was a little shocked, but she certainly wasn’t having any negative feelings about it. “No it doesn’t.” She leaned over the table and kissed Francis on the cheek. “Seriously… I’ve never slept with another woman Franny, screwed them, but never just slept with them, just holding them like I do you all night long. I didn’t think I ever would and now, I wouldn’t know what to do if I woke up and you weren’t there. I don’t think I could sleep without you. I’m not sure I could live without you.”

            “Are we… are we a couple, Adrian?”

            Surprisingly Adrian had to think about that then she laughed at herself as much as Francis and said, “Let’s see, we have amazing, frequent, monogamous sex, we live together, I’m completely in love with you, you’re in love with me, I’m pretty sure that makes us a couple.”

            Francis seemed happy with her answer and they had mostly finished their breakfast just as Tammy walked in. She smiled at them.

            “You save any food ass holes?” Tammy asked.

            Adrian laughed. “I swear sometimes she’s channeling Marcella. If she was six inches shorter and forty pounds heavier and wore a red and black flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off 365 days a year I’d swear she was Marcella.”

             Tammy ignored her. “It’s living with you guys.” She made a face and flopped down in a chair. “You come home at 2:00 in the fucking AM and then you still have the energy to fuck for what about two hours?”

            “It wasn’t that long.” Francis laughed.

            “And you’re like screaming out, ‘Don’t stop’ and the way Adrian’s grunting and moaning I’m pretty sure she has no intention of stopping whatever it was anytime soon, and then it’s finally quiet and then I can’t go back to sleep because… well I just really need to get laid, seriously. I have had less sex than a guy on the chess team.”

            “You should sleep with Faye,” Francis said.

            “I can’t do that,” Tammy said and had a look on her face that made you expect her to say at any moment “A lesbian sleeping with a hot woman, that’s absurd.”

            “Why not? You like each other.”

            “Tell her dude,” Tammy said, punching Adrian in the arm.

            “She can’t fuck Faye because Jan still loves Faye.”

            “Well Faye isn’t ever going to take Jan back,” Francis said.

            “You are such a girl,” Tammy said with mock disgust, throwing her arms up. “Jan did something stupid, not unforgivable.”

            “She’s right,” Adrian said.

            “And you two are such guys. Jan cheated on Faye, and then told Faye it was her fault…that is unforgivable.” Francis shrugged. “I’ve got to go get dressed.” She got up, kissed Adrian on the cheek and then walked back to their bedroom. Their bedroom, Adrian liked the way that sounded.

            “Of course on the other hand maybe you ought to get horizontal with Faye.”

“Adrian!” Tammy protested.

“Just saying,” she shrugged. “Cheating… Well, Francis is right, and couples very rarely successfully get over that. One thing’s for damn sure, Jan’s not going without, why should Faye? And Faye,” Adrian smiled, “Faye is a really good lover and a very giving one... even if she is a little kinky.”

“Is there any woman on B Street you haven’t screwed?” Tammy asked with a laugh.

“You.”

“And Jan,” Tammy said.

“Nope, I fucked Jan,” Adrian said, and then at the startled look on Tammy’s face she added, “We’re still both women.”

            Tammy changed the subject. “What’s with Franny? She seems a little off,” Tammy asked, snagging the last piece of toast off Adrian’s plate.

            Adrian leaned closer to Tammy and whispered, “Apparently she is in love with me.”

            “Wow!” Tammy said sarcastically, “stop the fucking presses! Seriously, Adrian, no big news flash there.”

            Adrian laughed and sat back in her chair. “It might also have something to do with running into her parents in the parking lot at the college last night. I had thought she was exaggerating about how detached they were from her, but if anything she makes them sound more human than they actually are.”

            “I think Francis was at my house more than she was at her own while we were growing up and I don’t think they even noticed she was gone. Meanwhile my mother is all bent because she hasn’t seen Francis in months.” Tammy shrugged, started to get up then sat back down. “Damn, I almost forgot.” She smiled. “Must be the lack of sleep. My mom and dad came over last night and well my dad collects art and he was blown away by your work. He wants to talk to you.”

            “Why?” Adrian asked curiously.

            Tammy shrugged. “I don’t know. He owns a lot of buildings; he probably wants you to do a mural or something. If he does don’t forget he’s filthy fucking rich and once paid fifty thousand dollars for a fucking print the size of a place mat.”

            Francis walked out then, dressed in tight, hip-hugger jeans and a black baby doll tee. She was braiding her long blond hair in front of her shoulder and she was just moving differently with an air of confidence and something else that Adrian couldn’t put her finger on till Francis turned to look at her and she saw the spark in her blue eyes. Sultry, her every movement is filled with sensuous undertones like she was just a girl before and now she’s a woman. My woman. If I paint her again the painting won’t be the same as the one I finished painting just a week ago because she’s even more beautiful, more desirable now.

            “Honey, did you hear me?” Francis asked.

            “Ah, no,” Adrian said, looking guilty and shrugging.

            Francis laughed and it sounded like music to Adrian. “Where were you?”

            “I…” she looked quickly at Tammy.

            “What?” Francis asked. She finished braiding her hair and flipped her braid over her shoulder having no idea how sexy she looked doing it, or maybe she did.

            “You’re beautiful,” Adrian said clumsily. And then Francis smiled in a way that made Adrian’s heart thunder in her chest. Francis walked over and crawled into her lap, wrapped her arms around her neck and then they were kissing and Adrian’s crotch got damp.

            “Jesus fucking Christ playing bat mitten what the hell happened to you two?”

            Francis moved her mouth away from Adrian’s but didn’t quit looking into her eyes. “We’re a couple,” she said, and Adrian just grinned at her like a huge lummox.

            “No kidding,” Tammy laughed. “If you were any more a couple you’d be conjoined fucking twins, and God when did I start to sound just like Adrian and Jan?” She grabbed at her own throat. “I need a fucking exorcist. Oh no there I go again.”

            Adrian laughed and asked Francis. “What’s she talking about?”

            “Well you and Jan do tend to be able to have entire conversations using only the words dude and different variations of fuck,” Francis said.

            “No wonder I thought she sounded like Marcella,” Adrian said laughing. She hugged Francis tightly. “What did you say that I didn’t hear?”

            “Because you’re smitten by me?”

            “That I am.”

            “I was saying we could go by Tammy’s parent’s house while we’re in Piedmont and you could talk to her dad.”

            “You’re going to take Adrian out of Shangri-La? Aren’t you afraid she’ll turn to dust?” Tammy said. She had the chair reared back on two legs and was trying to balance it there.

            “What?” Adrian asked. Tammy had a look on her face that said she hadn’t realized she’d said what she did out loud.

            “Nothing,” Tammy said quickly.

            “No seriously what do you mean?”

            “Don’t get pissed off.”

            “It would be damn hard to piss me off right now.” She kissed the side of Francis’ neck.

            “Well you don’t really leave B Street.”

            “I went to the college to see you play ball.”

            “A whole two blocks away,” Tammy said and then she almost went over backwards. Francis laughed and Tammy put all four legs back on the floor. “Why are you going to Piedmont?”

            “Mother wants to turn my old room into an office so I’m going to go get what I want before she torches my precious childhood memories or just gives them to Goodwill.”

            “You need me to help you move stuff?” Tammy asked Adrian.

            “Is there any big stuff?” Adrian asked Francis.

            Francis shook her head. “I don’t really want my furniture. Everything else will fit in boxes.”

            “There’s a stack in the basement,” Adrian said. “I’ll get them when we go.”

            “If you don’t need me I’m staying here because I don’t want to have to sit in the cab of that very small truck while you two feel each other up and… I really need to get laid, seriously.”

            Adrian smiled and pushed Francis gently out of her lap. Then she got up and looked at Tammy. “Maybe Mohammad needs to get off her ass and go to the mountain. I’ll be ready to go in a minute.” She went off to get dressed.

Tammy looked at the shocked expression on Francis’ face and laughed. “You suppose… well that was about what you said that first time we met her. That she knew what you meant?” Francis said.

            “Does it matter now?” Tammy asked.

            Francis smiled and sat down. “I suppose not.”

            “God Francis look at you, you’re practically glowing.” Tammy shook her head. “You know when you first told me you were with her I thought it was just going to be you guys screwing each other crazy for awhile and that would be that. Even when you first started living together I thought it was just a hormone and convenience thing. Everyone's been talking and wondering what this thing with you and Adrian really is but it’s the real deal isn’t it?”

            “Yeah,” Francis said, sighing dreamily.

            “How did that happen?” Tammy asked curiously.

            “I don’t know.” Francis shrugged then she laughed. “I really don’t, and I don’t care. I love her, Tammy. I mean really, truly love her and it makes me feel so amazing, so here, in the moment. I don’t care about the past and I’m not worried about the future. She consumes me.”

            Adrian walked back into the room dressed and carrying a stack of broken down boxes under one arm and a roll of duct tape around her wrist. “So let’s go. Just can’t wait to see Mommy and Daddy.”

            Francis jumped up, walked over to the coat rack by the door, and got both she and Adrian’s jackets. “Can you believe it? Those dumb asses thought Adrian was a boy.”

            “Imagine that,” Adrian said, looking at Tammy with a chagrined smile.

            “You don’t look anything like a man, baby,” Francis said, opening the door. Adrian walked through.

            “In the bad light with a jacket on?”

“If you were wearing a parka and it was pitch black, you wouldn’t look like a man.”

“If you say so hon.” Adrian closed the door after them.

            Tammy sighed got up and walked to the kitchen, happy to see there was coffee left. She poured a cup and drank half of it before removing the cup from her lips and filling it again.

            Those two were leaving pheromones in their wake. She was sure of it because all of the sudden she just needed to mate. “Like some animal on the Discovery Channel,” she muttered, and she shouldn’t have thought it because she knew that stupid song would be stuck in her head all day.

When they got to her parents house about 11:30 they weren’t there and hadn’t bothered to leave a note. So Francis did leave one and then went and got back in the truck with Adrian.

            “They probably went out for lunch and forgot we were even coming. They should be back in an hour. Let’s go over to Tammy’s parents and you can talk to her dad.”

            “Francis, I don’t know, I mean I don’t know those people, and I certainly don’t need anything remotely resembling more work.”

            “I do know them and I like them a whole lot more than I like my own parents. Come on, you gotta see this house anyway.” She smiled appealingly.

            And Adrian smiled nodded and followed her directions.

            “Christ on a crutch,” Adrian said as they stopped at the wrought-iron gates.

            “Cool, huh? They even have a live-in maid. Roll down the window.” Adrian did. “Now press the green button.”

            “Hello, Willis residence, may I ask who is calling?” an older woman’s voice asked.

            “It’s Francis. Rose, are Mom and Dad home?”

            “Lord Francis, I haven’t seen you in months! Come on in I’ll let Katie and Willard know you’re here.”

            The gates opened and they drove through. “I don’t know, Francis,” Adrian said.

            “It’s all right, they’re nice people. Just park there by the front door.”

            “Are you sure?”

            “Yes.”

            Adrian parked the truck got out and looked up at the two story mansion. “Wow! Talk about your conspicuous consumption.”

            Francis walked around the truck took Adrian’s hand and started pulling her towards the door. She found that she was really excited about Tammy’s parents meeting Adrian. She’d been nervous, even put out that her parents had met Adrian, and yet she actually wanted Adrian to meet Tammy’s parents. What did that mean? That I feel closer to them than I do my own parents. That’s just sad.

           Rose opened the door, walked out and gave Francis a hug. Francis hugged her back smiling. Rose let go of her stepped back and looked at her. “You look good kid.”

            “Thanks, you look pretty good yourself. Rose, this is Adrian,” Francis said excitedly.

            “Hi,” Adrian shook Rose’s hand, and Rose smiled at her.

            “The painter?”

            “I paint; I don’t know that I’d call myself a painter.”

            Rose looked at Francis. “Willard has talked of nothing all morning but your girl friend’s paintings. They’re out on the veranda having lunch. It’s still a bit brisk if you ask me but you know them, the minute it gets over fifty they think it’s time to eat outside. They wanted you to join us for lunch.”

            “Come on,” Francis took Adrian’s hand and started leading her through the house.

            Rose stopped and put up a hand, and they stopped, too. “So what about Tammy does she have a girl friend yet?” she asked in a whisper.

            “Not yet,” Francis said. Tammy had told Rose when she couldn’t tell her parents. “But where we live it’s only a matter of time.”

            “Good. That girl,” she shook her head, “she’s too shy.” She started leading the way again.

            “You aren’t all moody are you?” Rose asked Adrian.

            “No ma'am,” Adrian said.

            Rose looked at Francis for confirmation and Francis said. “A little.”

            “I am not,” Adrian protested letting go of Francis’ hand and shoved her.

            Rose laughed looked at Francis and said, “I bet she and Tammy just get along like gang busters.”

            She opened the sliding glass door then and they walked out on the terrace that over looked the small lake the Willis’ owned.

            “Wow,” Adrian said, and before she really had time to take it all in Willard had gotten up practically run over and was shaking her hand up and down till Francis was sure Adrian’s arm would come off.

            “You must be Adrian,” he said. “I have to tell you I can not stop thinking about your work. Absolutely brilliant,” he said with his deep southern accent. “Come on sit down and have some lunch. It’s just make-your-own sandwiches, but hell you own a restaurant. You’re probably used to that.”

            They sat down at the table where Katie was already sitting. Katie smiled at Francis. “You look good, Francis.”

“She looked great in your painting,” Willard said, shoving at Adrian’s shoulder.

            “Willard for God’s sake,” Katie said, clicking her tongue.

            “That paintings all wrong,” Adrian said.

            “How so?” Willard asked curiously.

            “Well,” Adrian pointed at Francis, “look at her. It’s all wrong; it doesn’t look anything like her. I have to do it over.” Francis smiled back at her, and Adrian started making herself a sandwich so it was pretty obvious that she felt as comfortable with the Willis’ as Francis did.

            “What brings you to town?” Katie asked.

            Francis sighed. “Mom wants to make an office out of my old room so she asked me to move my stuff out. I’m just going to take what I really want and leave the rest for them to deal with. We were actually supposed to have lunch with them but apparently they forgot. Anyway Tammy said Dad wanted to meet Adrian,” she smiled broadly, “and there she is.”

            “Tammy said you only paint on walls?” Willard said.

            “I don’t like to paint on things that move.” Adrian shrugged. “I don’t mind sitting on a ladder or hanging by my toes or working off scaffolding on my back painting over my head but I don’t want what I’m painting to move, it annoys me.”

            “She’s a little OC,” Francis said.

            “I am not,” Adrian said. She reached over and shoved her on the shoulder and Francis suddenly realized what Rose had meant and why Francis had never really noticed that Adrian was always shoving her or shaking her or pulling her around because Tammy did it to Francis all the time and had been for most of their lives so she was used to it.

            “I didn’t say it was bad,” Francis said. She laughed reached over and kissed Adrian on the cheek, then cringed when she realized where she was but they didn’t even seem to notice so she just went back to making her own sandwich.

            “I always wanted to paint or draw,” Willard said, he sighed. “I couldn’t so I became an architect.”

            “Now he owns his own architectural firm, several office buildings across the state, and most of downtown Shea City,” Francis explained.

            “If I could paint like you I’d never do anything else,” Willard said. “Some of the stuck up bastards in our ‘social circle,’ say my taste in art sucks, but I’m like you, I like real pictures of real things. I like art that serves a purpose that evokes real feeling. I just don’t get that from an eight by five foot canvas painted bright blue. Your work breathes, it moves, it’s alive.”

            “Thanks,” Adrian said.

            “How would you feel about painting for someone else?”

            Adrian swallowed the bite of sandwich in her mouth before she started talking. “I guess if it was a wall it would be all right. I’m awful busy, though, between the apartment building and the Caf�.” She smiled then. “Of course I’d have to charge you out the ass because Tammy said you paid fifty thousand dollars for a little print and I’m sure whatever you’re talking about would be much bigger than that.”

            Willard laughed then said, “Considerably.”

            They ate and were sitting around talking when Francis’ cell phone rang. It was her mother.

            “I’m sorry Francis I forgot you were coming,” her mother said, as if Francis just dropped by two or three times a day.

            “No problem, we’ll be there in a few minutes.” Francis hung up and sighed. She looked at Adrian who was drinking a beer. “It’s Mom. We have to go.”

            “Don’t be strangers,” Willard said, and then to Adrian, “I’m going to call you.”

            “Cool.” she shook his hand.

In the truck on the way to her parents’ house Adrian was mostly quiet.

            “We’ll just get the stuff and go.”

            “I’m not brooding.” Adrian smiled at her. “Though I am a moody, obsessive compulsive.”

            “And I love you just the way you are.” Francis reached over and put her hand on Adrian’s leg.

            “It’s just… Well I know that I paint well and lots of people have told me, but this guy actually knows his art and he likes my work and…” She smiled broader. “If I could paint a couple of murals and pay off my debt that would be great.”

            Francis laughed. “Stella was right you are always at work.”

            “Not always.” She laughed then.

            “What?” Francis asked.

            “I didn’t turn to dust and I actually really enjoyed visiting with Tammy’s parents and I don’t think I’ve talked that long to a straight man since I left home.”

            “Yes well we haven’t spent any time with my parents yet. That could suck the life right out of you.”

            “Why do you call Tammy’s parents Mom and Dad?”

            Francis shrugged. “Because when you’re a kid hanging out at your friend’s house they don’t call their parents by their names. I didn’t know what their names were till a couple of years ago, so I just called them Mom and Dad. They didn’t bitch so I still do, but you know what I realized today? That they are actually more like parents to me than my real parents, who I’ll probably never see again after I get my stuff because they won’t have another reason to contact me. Hell if we hadn’t run into them in the parking lot my stuff probably would have just ended up on the curb.”

            Adrian looked at her like she was afraid Francis was going to cry again.

            “I’m alright.”

            “Really?”

            Francis smiled and nodded as Adrian pulled into the driveway.

Adrian couldn’t believe these fucking people. They hadn’t seen Francis in months and her mother had met them at the door and told them her father was taking a nap and she was working on the computer. She’d ended with, “You know where it is.”

            Francis’s room was exactly what you’d expect to see if you were watching the TV and a middle-classed teen-aged girl’s room came on the screen – posters of rock stars and movie idols and way too much pink and violet. Francis walked in and sighed.

            “You know now I’m here I don’t know that there is anything I want to take out of here. It’s just depressing. I spent so much time in here watching TV or reading a book just to stay out of their hair and being any place but here. You know what I mean?”

            Adrian nodded. “Look around, Baby. Get anything you think you might ever want, because you don’t want to have any regrets.”

            Francis nodded then went to her closet and started pulling out the clothing she’d left there. “Do you have regrets?” Francis asked carefully.

            “I left in a hurry. There were a couple of things I didn’t take. Things I didn’t really miss till… Well till I was with you and I told you about my family. I had a couple of photo albums I left behind, so I have not a single picture of my family and I wish I did now so I could show you. I had a bunch of old drawings – everything I’d done since I was a little kid. I’d like to have those now. My little brother had given me a cast of his hand he made in kindergarten and I wish I had that. Crap like that. The point is, we aren’t in any big-assed hurry and we have a truck. I don’t mind making more than one trip, and we have more than enough room to store everything in this room. You know whatever you don’t take they’re going to throw out, so take anything you think you might ever want.”

            Francis nodded and started going through things. Two hours later she had four boxes of stuff. “You sure?” Adrian asked.

            “You know what, Baby? Maybe you’re right and maybe later I’ll kick my ass over something I left, but right now I really just don’t care about anything but you, and I just want to get the hell out of here and never come back.” She walked over to Adrian and wrapped her arms around Adrian’s neck, dragged her head down to her and kissed her. Adrian hoped it would never end – the way it felt when her lips touched Francis’ lips, the thrill the warmth of it. “Take me home, Adrian.”

            Adrian nodded and when Francis released her she grabbed one box put it on another and picked it up. “Oh you’re so butch,” Francis cooed, and picked up one box and followed Adrian down the stairs. In the hall at the bottom she got in front of Adrian and opened the door.

            They put the boxes in the truck. Adrian started back to the house for the last box and Francis walked behind her hanging onto the tail of her shirt. “So you could have taken one box because now don’t you feel stupid with both of us going back for just the one box.”

            “You want to go by yourself?  Maybe talk to your parents?” Adrian asked gently.

            Francis shook her head violently. “I just want to get the box and go.”

            When they walked in the room her mother was standing there. Adrian picked up the box and Francis found herself trying to stand so that Adrian was between her and her mother because she just didn’t want to even look at her; she just wanted to go.

            “That all you’re taking?” she asked. “You’re leaving a hell of a mess for us to clean up.”  

            Francis didn’t know what she might have said because Adrian just blew completely up. “Fuck you lady! This is your fucking kid not some dog you picked up on the street. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Adrian did something Francis had never seen done before, Adrian managed to scream without even raising her voice. “Francis is an amazing person and you don’t even know her. You sure as hell can’t take credit for her. Don’t you realize what you’ve missed? What you’re going to be missing? Because if this is how you choose to part with her, you aren’t ever going to see her again.”

            “Who the hell do you think you are?” her mother yelled.

            “I’m the big, mean, stupid, butch that’s in love with your daughter and is about ten second from stomping your worthless yuppie ass. And let me tell you something else. I’m going to let you yell at me because we’re in your fucking house, but if you or your dickless wonder of a husband ever yell at me or Francis again – if you ever treat her like this again – I will beat you completely down.” She shuffled the box into one arm and took hold of Francis’ arm. “Come on, Baby, we’re going.”

            Adrian threw the box into the truck just as Francis’ father ran out of the house. “Hey, you! You apologize to my wife this minute! Francis, you apologize to your mother.”

            And now Adrian did scream, “Tell you what fuck stick. Come on out here to the fucking curb and then I’ll apologize to your cunt wife for kicking your worthless ass.”

            “Francis,” her father said not getting even one step closer. “You need to apologize to your mother.”

            “For what?” Francis asked, surprised to find that she was nowhere close to tears. “For leaving a mess when I didn’t? For Adrian? For being born? I don’t have to apologize because I don’t care about having any sort of a relationship with you, ever. Come on Adrian, let’s just go.” She got in the truck but Adrian just stood there glaring at her father, daring him to cross over whatever line she had drawn on that driveway, but he never moved. Finally she got in the truck and started driving; her breath was coming so hard that Francis could hear it.

            “I’m sorry, Adrian.”

            Adrian pulled the truck off the road and turned to her. “Don’t you be sorry. You didn’t do a God damned thing. I’m sorry. I should have kept my mouth shut.”

            Francis smiled. “If you hadn’t said anything I would have, and let’s face it I’m not nearly as intimidating as you are. I don’t care about them, Adrian, I really don’t. They don’t care about me, why should I care about them? I’m going to be fine, are you?”

            “Yeah,” Adrian started the truck again. “Though I have to admit I’d feel better right now if I’d kicked your old man’s ass, that chicken shit.”

            Francis leaned back in the seat, feeling spent. “They suck your soul,” she said.

            “What absolute dick heads,” Adrian fumed.

            Francis rocked her head so that she could look at Adrian. “Did you mean it, Adrian? Are you in love with me?”

“Yes.”

“Then nothing else even matters to me.” She laughed. “My knight in black leather armor.”

            “Seems only right,” Adrian said smiling back. “You’re my lady.”

Tammy had laid around the apartment all day sort of looking at her textbooks and mostly watching TV. She’d tried masturbating but it just wasn’t getting the job done any more. She needed a real woman. Not that she was exactly sure what she’d do with her but she sure wouldn’t mind trying to figure it out. Just before Adrian and Francis got home it had dawned on her that perhaps lying around the apartment alone all day wasn’t a very good way to meet women that might some day have sex with her. Tammy had offered to go out to the truck to get the last box and by the time she got back with it Adrian and Francis were already half naked and all but fucking on the recliner of all things. She just turned right around and left the apartment shutting the door behind her.

            “What’s wrong?” Milly asked walking out of the stairwell.

            “Oh… well nothing. Adrian and Franny, well they are fucking in the recliner and I’m about to go nuts.” Tammy said and laughed.

            “Faye and I are going to watch a movie. Want to watch it with us?”

            “Sure.” Tammy walked with Milly to Faye’s apartment and they just walked in. Faye was already sitting in her favorite chair with a bowl of popcorn and Milly and Tammy walked in and flopped on the couch.

            Faye looked at Milly, smiled and said, “I see you grew a butch.”

            “I have a habit of that. Adrian and Franny are apparently at it again,” Milly said. “And just what the hell has happened to them in the last couple of days anyway?”

            “Apparently they have decided that they are actually a couple and are in love with each other and… Well something between them is definitely different and I don’t know how or why and I’m sure they don’t either. Any way whatever it is they are just leaking pheromones and bodily fluids all over the apartment and I’m so fucking horney I’m about to climb the fucking walls.”

            “Me too,” Faye said.

            “Oh I don’t want to hear it from you two ass holes,” Milly said. “Do you know that Marcella has been gone almost a year now? A year, I’m getting carpel tunnel syndrome from diddling myself and that will only ever just get you so far.”

            “You don’t have me beat by much, and my entire sexual experience has been me mostly fumbling around trying to figure out what to do with the pussy.” Tammy said with a disheartened sigh.

            Faye and Milly both laughed.

            “Please, either one of you could get laid right now. I have to wait for Marcella to get home. Hell, you idiots could be fucking each other.”

            Faye looked at Tammy smiled and said, “It isn’t my fault.” It wasn’t, either. About two weeks ago Faye had started ending nearly every conversation they had with, ‘So you wanna do it?’

            “What’s your fucking problem?” Milly asked Tammy.

            “Jan,” Faye said, making a face. “Apparently it’s some butch code I was previously unaware of. She won’t have sex with me because she’s Jan’s friend and I’m Jan’s ex.”

            “So what?” Milly said to Tammy.

            “She’s convinced Jan still loves me.”

            “And again I say so what?” Milly said.

            Tammy was beginning to wish she’d stayed in the apartment with the lesbians in rut. “Can we maybe just watch the fucking movie?”

            They watched the movie. It was a stupid chick flick and Tammy slept through about half of it, waking up just in time to see Milly and Faye come completely undone and start crying because some girl was kissing some guy. She rubbed her eyes and said, “What the fuck sort of lesbians are you anyway?”

            They both ganged up on her, beating her with pillows, which was actually pretty hot.

            “I’m going home,” Milly said. “I suggest you two get busy and then tell me about it tomorrow so I can at least be having vicarious sex.”

            “Just ask Francis. She’ll happily tell you everything she and Adrian do in detail,” Tammy said. She watched Milly leave and knew she needed to go, too. Faye walked over and sat down on the couch next to her. She took hold of Tammy’s hand and Tammy stiffened.

            “Faye… I better go.”

            “Why?” Faye leaned over and kissed her neck.

            Tammy jumped up. “Dammit Faye, if you’re this horney…”

            “Tammy, a woman doesn’t have to be all eat up with the horney to want to sleep with you.”

            “You ought to be with Jan.” Tammy got up.

            “No I shouldn’t. Jan’s a cheating bitch.”

            “She made a mistake; you don’t know that she’d do it again.”

            “I don’t know that she wouldn’t and that’s why I’m not with her.” Faye got up walked over and took hold of Tammy’s collar gently. “I want you, Tammy. I need you.”

            Tammy felt completely shredded inside. “Faye, she loves you, really loves you. I saw Adrian and Franny today and they were just different. I don’t know what happened to change things or when it happened but they’re in love and I’ve seen that same look in Jan’s eyes when she looks at you. I’ve seen it in your eyes, too, when you look at her, and maybe someday you guys might be able to be together. I don’t want there to be any chance that I might do something that would ruin your chances of reconnecting.”

            “I have no intention of being with Jan ever.” Faye pulled Tammy’s head down to hers and kissed her gently on the lips. “I like you, Tammy. You like me. We both need some touch. Don’t you want me?”

            “You know I do.”

            “Then kiss me.” Tammy did. Faye’s lips were warm and compelling and any sort of logic left her head with her blood. When their lips parted Tammy swallowed hard and said, “I’ve only had sex like six times. I’m not very good and…”

            Faye kissed her gently on the lips then stepped away from her took her hand and started leading her towards the bedroom. “I’ll teach you.”

            “Really, Faye, I don’t think this is such a good idea,” Tammy said, but she followed Faye into her bedroom. Faye started to undo the snaps on the western shirt Tammy was wearing. Whe undid two of them then grabbed the tail of her shirt and just ripped it open, the snaps making little popping sounds. Tammy’s heart was pounding. Faye took her own shirt off and as Tammy had noticed earlier she wasn’t wearing a bra and she had the most perfect plump breasts. Her pink nipples were hard and Tammy just didn’t seem to have any control of her hands which reached out to take a breast each.

            Faye smiled. “Still think this isn’t such a good idea?”

            “I know it’s not,” Tammy said, but took a step closer bent down and kissed Faye on her throat.

            “God, Tammy, it’s been so fucking long. Please.” Faye was undoing her own pants. She pushed Tammy away, pulled her pants down, and then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled them off. She spread her legs. “Please Tammy.”

            The pleading was really unnecessary. Tammy dropped to her knees and buried her face in Faye’s bush. She licked at her wildly, loving the way she tasted the way she felt. Faye locked her fingers in Tammy’s hair and moved her where she wanted her, moving her body against Tammy’s tongue.

           “Put your tongue in me, put it in me,” Faye groaned out.

            Tammy had never done it before, and when she did the sensation she got sent a chill down her spine. She slid her tongue in and out of Faye faster and faster till Faye was groaning. Faye let go of her head, clutching the bedding on either side of her in her fists instead.

            “Fuck me.”

            “How?” Tammy said, moving her head away from Faye’s crotch.

            “Put your fingers in me,” Faye moaned out.

            Tammy moved her head and looked at Faye. “How many?”

            “Let me see your hand?” Tammy held it up. “Two.”

            Tammy stood up, braced herself on Faye’s bed and stuck two fingers deep inside Faye and Faye flopped back on the bed. She remembered something Francis had said and she started using her thumb on Faye’s clit as she moved her fingers in and out of her hard and fast. The sensation was amazing.

            “Yes!” Faye screamed, “Yes!” And then Tammy could feel Faye’s pussy tightening on her fingers and Tammy’s heart beat even harder. She’s coming! My God I’m actually making her come! Which was exciting because she’d never been able to bring a girl to climax before. Faye’s whole body spasmed and then she was still. Tammy took her fingers out of Faye. They were wet, her whole hand was wet. It felt amazing. She smiled at Faye, and Faye smiled back seductively, curled her finger and scooted up to the middle of the bed. Tammy followed her till she was straddling her and Faye grabbed her by her open shirt and pulled her down on top of her and started kissing her over and over and over again.

            Faye undid the buttons on Tammy’s jeans and Tammy held her breath. Faye looked at her and seemed to know why she was suddenly so still. “It’s really not better to give than it is to receive,” Faye said, then smiled again. “Well not all the time.”

            She shoved Tammy off of her and forced Tammy onto her back. Then she stood up on the bed, jerked Tammy’s pants off and threw them. Then she jumped on Tammy and literally ripped Tammy’s panties off. She took Tammy’s legs and put her knees up. Then she went down on her and… Well, Tammy had only had sex six times, and Faye had read her right – she’d never actually been touched by anyone but herself, so she couldn’t be still and she couldn’t be quiet, and the more she responded the more Faye seemed to be excited. Finally Faye moved her head. She stood on her knees between Tammy’s legs and wiped the cum from her face with her hands. “Are you a virgin Tammy?” Faye asked.

            “Not any more,” Tammy said with a laugh.

            Faye smiled smugly. “I meant do you still have your hymen?”

            Tammy shrugged she really didn’t know. She masturbated a lot but it was mostly just clitoral stimulation and she’d never used a vibrator because, well she just couldn’t bring herself to use one. In fact she’d had trouble even touching herself till she accepted that it was all the sex she could get. “Probably.” This seemed to excite Faye even more.

            “Can I break it?”

            “I don’t need it,” Tammy said with a laugh.

            Faye leaned over her, which was a fantastic view, opened a drawer on the bedside table took out a tube of KY and squirted it in her hand.

            What she did next hurt a little at first and then Faye just started finger fucking her till Tammy came so hard she nearly passed out. As she was just lying there trying to catch her breath Faye said, “Do me again.” Tammy nodded, reached down in herself like she did when she was in the middle of a game and found her second wind. She did what Faye told her to until Faye came again and then they both just passed out.

            It wasn’t until Tammy woke up in the morning with Faye and the sheets wrapped around her feeling a little raw between her legs and with dried cum all over her face and hands that she even thought about what they’d done – well besides have great sex.

            “I’m a bad friend,” Tammy sighed guiltily.

            Faye looked at her and smiled. “No you’re a good friend.” She got up on one elbow and looked down at Tammy. “I really needed you.” Faye took her finger and moved some of her red curls out of her face by pushing them behind her ear. “Feel sticky?”

            “Yeah,” Tammy admitted, and didn’t even want to think what her breath might be like. She just worked hard not to breathe directly on Faye.

            “Want to get a bath?”

            Tammy nodded.

            Tammy used Faye’s mouthwash and then ran herself a bath. Faye had a great, huge claw-legged bathtub, and Tammy could actually stretch out in it which was nice. The water was hot and she just felt wonderful except for the great big dollop of guilt that kept just hanging out at the back of her brain.

            Faye walked in, got on her knees beside the tub, and started washing Tammy’s back, which felt great. “Thanks Faye.”

            Faye laughed and kissed her check. “For washing your back?”

            “No for… Well you know.”

            Faye giggled. “Yeah the ‘you know’ was pretty amazing.” Faye finished washing her back squeezed out the sponge and stood up. She was wearing a green robe that was cut to just above her knee. “Thank you.”

            Tammy looked down at the water then, unable to make eye contact. “Why should you thank me? I didn’t even have any idea what I was doing. I had to be couched every step of the way.”

            “Oh baby,” Faye laughed. “You didn’t by any chance think that I was faking orgasm did you? Listen.” She untied her robe and let it slip slowly off her shoulders. “I’d rather have a lover that says they don’t know what they’re doing and will take direction than one who thinks they do know what they’re doing don’t and won’t take direction.” Faye stepped into the tub and sat on Tammy’s legs, leaning back on her. Tammy wrapped her arms around Faye and kissed the back of her neck and then Faye was teaching her something else.

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