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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both
appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
easier for me to get your reaction. One thing I do
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audience is. Thanks and enjoy the story.
The Classified Ad
by Ann Douglas
Part 1
For perhaps the sixth time that morning,
Jackie Esposito reread the bulletin board classified on
her computer screen. As she had the previous five
times, she slowly shook her head. What had ever
possessed her to write such an ad? Silently, she read
it again.
"Married White Female - 20. Brooklyn, NY
Bi-curious. Looking for an understanding lesbian or
bi-woman to help me explore the world of female
sexuality. Not looking for a relationship as of yet,
just a little fun."
When she had posted that add on the BBS
last week, she really didn't expect to get any serious
answers. In fact, most if the hundred or so answers
had been from men. The latest one, still in her in
box, was typical of the lot.
"Yo sexy lady. You don't need all that dyke
crap. If you need a little entertainment, I've got 8" of
pure delight."
But none of the crude responses bothered her
as much as the response she had received yesterday
morning. With a trembling hand, Jackie punched it
up again and began to slowly take in the words once
again.
"Dearest Jackie,
I saw your Ad, and while I normally don't
respond to such things, something told me I should
take a chance and answer yours. My name is Colleen
and I'm a 34 year old Lesbian. If you would like to
get together and talk, perhaps have lunch, please give
me a call. If anything develops, fine. If not, well
then that's also fine. If nothing else, it may just give
you the chance to get a few things off your chest.
My office number is 555-1782. I make no secret of
my sexuality, so you don't have to worry about
calling my office. I hope to hear from you.
Colleen"
Taking a deep breath, the bathrobe clad
woman reached over and switched off the computer.
Walking back to the bedroom, Jackie reviewed the
events that had led her to this morning.
Had it really only been two weeks ago that
she'd been to brunch with her friends at Kelly
Michaels house. It was a get together they had twice
a month, dating back to their high school days. Each
member of their little circle took a turn at hosting it.
How could she have known that afternoon would
cause long buried desires to erupt to new life.
It was your typical brunch, a few snacks, tea
and coffee - and of course gossip. That was the real
reason they all got together. Nothing was as much
fun as getting together with your girlfriends and
hearing all the latest dirt - at least that was what
Jackie had believed up to that point.
The usual people were there. Kelly Michaels,
the oldest of the group at 21. Tall, blonde and blue
eyed, she had been Prom Queen at graduation.
Still single out of choice, she was already a rising star
at the firm she had joined right out of high school.
Of course it didn't hurt that daddy owned the firm.
Next came Janet Innis. Almost as tall as
Kelly, she had a short curly hair as black as her skin.
Already a junior at State, she was the brightest of the
group. At the rate she was going, she'd have her
degree six months before anyone else in her class.
Rhonda Jo Chambers was next. The second
blonde of the bunch, she gave truth to the stereotype
of the dumb, beautiful blonde. If it wasn't for the
help of the others, she'd have still been in high
school. The flip side was that the bombshell had
married Carl Chambers, the son of Jimmy Chambers.
Jimmy Chambers had opened his first hardware store
in 1979. Last week he had opened his tenth.
The baby of the group was Karen Scott. Still
19, the redhead was a student at City University and
engaged to be married next year. She also worked
nights as a waitress.
The last of the group present was Maria
Santiago. The shortest of the group, only 5'2", Maria
never the less possessed the best body of any of
them. A fact that was never lost on the long string of
boyfriends she'd had over the last few years.
Three girls were missing from their original
clique. Donna Sullivan, who had moved to
California to attend UCLA. Beverly Clark, who was
nine months pregnant and not really in the mood for
brunch. And the third missing sister was Mary
Catherine Murphy. The reason for her absence was
the main topic of discussion.
"Can you believe that Mary Catherine left
Roger?" Karen said as she sipped her tea. "Who
would've guessed that they'd wind up in divorce
court?"
"They've been together since freshman year of
high school." Kelly commented, twirling her long red
locks - a habit she'd had since high school.
"I heard that Roger was bedding one of the
women in his office." Maria interjected, a secret
smile on her face. It was her secret vice - seducing
married men. "And that Mary Catherine walked in
on them."
"Oh God!" Rhonda Jo Chambers gasped. "If
that happened to me, I'd be reaching for my daddy's
shotgun.
"You'd shoot yourself?" Jackie asked
unbelievingly.
"No, silly." Rhonda Jo laughed. "Them!"
All the other girl laughed as well.
"Isn't that just like a man." Kelly said. "Here
he has a beautiful and loving woman at home and he
feels the need to go looking for someone else."
"How true." chorused a few of the girls as
their laughter rose in volume and went on for the
longest time.
"Actually, that's not true." Janet said in a
quiet tone.
"What's not true, Jan?" Kelly asked. "That
men aren't like that?"
"No." the tall black woman said. "That Mary
Catherine walked in on Roger and a honey."
The last remnants of laughter faded right
away as all eyes turned to Janet. A wide smile filed
her face. That kind of all knowing look that said..."I
know a secret that you don't"
"Actually, it was Roger who walked in on
Mary Catherine." Janet said, every woman there
hanging on her every word.
"You mean Mary Catherine was getting it
from someone else?" Susan asked. "I can't believe
that."
"She never seemed the type." Kelly said. "I
mean I never even saw her look at another guy."
"That's right." Rhonda Jo agreed.
"Remember how we used to joke that if she didn't
marry Roger, she'd become a nun. She even had the
perfect name already."
Jackie hadn't said a word, she was too busy
looking at Janet. She still had that same knowing
smile, there had to be more to the story.
"Are you sure about this?" Karen asked. "
My husband heard the story from Roger himself."
"Well, I think that maybe Roger would rather
people think he'd got caught screwing around than let
them know about Mary Catherine's affair." Janet
responded, her grin now spread from ear to ear.
Varied looks of confusion filled the faces of
the four women. This was the best gossip Janet had
heard all year, and she wanted to really enjoy telling
it. She let a few more moments pass before letting
out her secret.
"I never said that it was a guy that Roger
found her in bed with." she said.
"Omigod." was the collective response.
From that afternoon on, Jackie couldn't get
the image of Mary Catherine in bed with another
woman out of her mind. Mary Catherine had been
one of her best friends since high school. Back then
she'd been Mary Catherine Lewis. She and Roger
used to double date with Jack and her. It fact it was
Mary Catherine she'd turned to that night when she'd
discovered that she was pregnant during the last
month of senior year.
Now to discover she was into women. While
the other women in their little social circle were very
loud in their expressions of disgust, Jackie felt herself
filled with a very different emotion - that of envy.
It'd been quite of few years since Jackie had
entertained the idea of sex with another woman. All
through high school, she had found herself with the
desire to touch another girl - and to have them touch
her. Many a night she had laid in bed, remembering
what the other girls had looked like in the shower
-and had masturbated to those images.
What she lacked in those days was the
courage to act on those feelings. So Jackie had
buried her feeling and followed the role everyone
thought she should be. Honor student, cheerleader,
girlfriend of a football star. She remembered all too
well the scorn and isolation heaped on poor Dotty
Myers who all the other girls assumed was a dyke.
Dotty was somewhat plain and highly athletic, a real
tomboy. Since she also wasn't what you would call
socially active - the other girls had automatically
hung the "lesbian" label on her.
Dotty proved them all wrong when she
married Clarence Oswald. Clarence was a male
version of Dotty - the stereotype nerd. He was also
the founder of Startech - now one of the fastest
growing software companies in the southeast. The
last Jackie had heard, they already had three kids, a
girl and twin sons.
Jackie's marriage to Billy Espositio on the
other hand had been far from ideal. Married at 18 in
a race with the stork to the altar, it had degenerated
into two strangers sharing an apartment. Jackie had
suffered a miscarriage a month after the wedding.
She had never forgotten the look of relief that had
appeared on Bill's face when the doctor told them
that she'd lost the baby. Or the way he'd so casually
accepted the later verdict that she probably wouldn't
have kids at all. Despite that, they had been married
and she tried so hard to make it work.
But it took two to make a marriage work and
for the longest time, Jackie knew she was in this fight
alone. They still lived in the basement apartment of
his parent's Bensonhurst house. Billy still spent his
days at his family's lumber yard and his nights at the
local bar. Or the bowling alley, or the pool hall.
Those few nights he did spend at home, were spent
glued to the front of the television.
In fact, the only time she really felt that he
even acknowledged her existence, was those nights
that he suddenly felt the need for sex. That was
another thing that hadn't gotten any better since high
school.
The response to her ad had brought it all to a
head in the last twenty-four hours. Deep in her heart
she knew it was now or never. As late as last night,
she'd tried to have a serious talk with Billy about
their problems.
"Billy, we need to talk." Jackie said to her
husband who as usual was in front of the television
watching Sportschannel.
When no response came, she repeated her
statement.
"You say something, baby?" Billy replied, his
eyes never leaving the screen which was showing the
finals of Woman's Volleyball from California.
"I said that....." she began for the third time
before getting cut off by a shout from Billy.
"What a shot!" He yelled as one of the big
breasted blondes on screen scored a point.
With a sigh, Jackie knew she was wasting her
time.
"I said that the paperboy is here." She lied.
"Do you have five dollars to pay him or should I just
blow him as usual?"
"What's that, honey?"
"The paperboy......" she repeated.
"Oh, take care of that for me, will ya." he
replied as the game resumed.
"Sure, no problem." she concluded in a
defeated tone. "Maybe he'd at least have appreciated
it."
So here she sat, staring at the phone. Since
she only worked part time, she had the whole day
free.
"I'm going to do it." Jackie said out loud to
then empty room.
As soon as the words left her lips, she felt
greatly relieved. Of course an hour from now she
could loose her nerve again. Before she did, she
started dialing the phone.
"Doctor O'Connor's office." said the voice
that answered on the other end of telephone.
"Is this Colleen?" Jackie asked.
"No, this is Martha." the voice replied.
"Colleen's in with a patient right now. Who may I
say is calling?"
"She's a doctor." Jackie said to herself.
Somehow, that made her feel better.
"Could you tell her that Jackie called." she
answered, wondering if fate was giving her a chance
to quickly back and that maybe she should take it.
A few seconds passed. Seconds during which,
Jackie would later learn, Martha was checking a
short list of names in her desk draw. Jackie had
come in on the doctor's private line. A line that
bounced back to the front desk if she was in with a
patient. The receptionist stopped with she came to
the name Jackie penciled in at the bottom. Since she
knew Dr. O'Conner gave the private number to
women she met, rather that use her home number,
finding only a first names wasn't unusual.
"If you can just wait a moment, I'll see if the
doctor can pick you up." Martha said.
Martha was totally heterosexual, but there
were times, after nearly thirty years of marriage, she
was really curious about the concept of lesbian sex.
That and the women the doctor dated. She had
never actually met any of them, they were just voices
on the phone.
When Colleen had hired her, she had told her
right off the bat that she was a lesbian and asked if
she had a problem with that. If it had made her
uncomfortable, as it did to the last three woman
who'd applied for the job, Colleen would understand.
Martha had replied that what the doctor did
in her own bed was her own business - no one else's.
Truth be known, some of the games the 48 year old
and her husband played between themselves would
seem strange to many people as well.
"Sure, I'll wait." Jackie said without thinking
about it. Now it would be rude to just hang up.
"Hello, Jackie?" said a soft melodious voice a
minute later.
"Hello Colleen."
"I'm so glad you called." Colleen said. "But
I'm afraid you've caught me in the busiest part of the
day."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Jackie answered. "I guess I
could call back another time."
"No, there's no need for that." said Colleen."
"I can spare a few minutes."
The two woman traded pleasantries for a few
minutes. Jackie never realized how hard it would be
to talk to someone she didn't even know over the
phone. It was so hard to read the person on the
other end of the receiver.
The sound of a buzzer in the background
interrupted Colleen. She excused herself for a
moment and then came back on the line.
"I'm afraid I've already backed up the
appointments." Colleen said, indicating that she
would have to cut it short.
"I understand." Jackie said. "I really have
enjoyed talking to you."
"Tell you what," Colleen said. "I really
meant what I said about getting together for lunch.
My last appointment is for noon. Would today be
good for you?"
"Today?" Jackie repeated.
"Yes, unless you already have plans."
Jackie looked at the clock. It was nine thirty.
There was absolutely no reason she couldn't say yes.
No reason but her own fear.
"Jackie?" Colleen inquired. "Are you still
there?"
"Yes, I was just thinking." came the reply.
"Of course, I understand if you'd rather....."
"Yes."
"Excuse me?" Colleen said.
"I said yes, I'd love to meet you for lunch."
"Wonderful!" Colleen beamed. "I'm in
Brooklyn Heights, is that ok with you?"
Only a half hour away by subway but a world
away as far as any of her friends were concerned. To
Jackie, it was perfect and she quickly said so. The
two then exchanged a few more details on where
exactly to meet and how they would recognize each
other. Then Colleen said good-bye and that she was
looking forward to meeting Jackie. For her own
part, Jackie echoed the sentiment.
Jackie found herself staring at the phone for
at least five minutes after she had replaced the
receiver on the cradle. She had actually done it. In
less than three hours, she had a date with another
woman.
"Oh god, what do I wear?" was her first
thought.
It'd been a very long time since Jackie had
dressed to impress someone. As far as Billy was
concerned, she could just go naked. At least that
was the only time he seemed to pay attention to her.
Already Jackie had pulled out and then
rejected a half dozen outfits. Should she wear
something sexy, or would that be too trashy. Or
would Colleen expect her to dress conservatively.
After all, she was a doctor. It would be a good
assumption that if she was coming from the office she
would be wearing something traditional. Or were the
rules different for lesbian doctors?
After all, to her knowledge, Jackie had never
actually met a lesbian before. Unless you counted
Mary Catherine that is, and she really didn't think that
she was a good model to chose from. In fact, aside
from the famous lesbians you always heard about -
sports stars and models and such, she had only one
other image to follow. A few months back, she'd seen
a tape on cable of the gay pride parade in Manhattan.
It was filled with lesbians, some of them who acted
more masculine then men and paraded topless. That
had been a little hard for her to take. What if Colleen
was like that?
"Only one way to find out." Jackie said as
she finally settled on a yellow and blue sundress. "If
worse comes to worse, I'll just make up a story about
having to cut lunch short and get the hell out of
there."
Having laid out her clothes, Jackie stepped
into the bathroom and turned on the shower. It
would've been nice to run a bath instead but she
wouldn't have the time. Placing her robe on the door
hook, the brunette took a moment to admire her
naked form in the mirror. Her breasts were a firm
36C and she worked out to keep her waist the same
as it had been in high school. As a result of many
afternoons sunning topless in the privacy of their
backyard, her normally pink nipples were a dark
brown and the rest of her a nice golden hue.
Running her fingers down across her breasts
and stomach, Jackie stopped at the large dark bush of
hair between her legs. She wondered if she should
shave it. Billy had suggested it a few times after he
had seen it in a porno movie. After the second time
he brought it up, she had offered to shave it if that
meant that he would go down on her more often. An
activity that even after two years of marriage
occurred once in a blue moon. Billy then stopped
asking.
"Maybe another time." Jackie mused as she
dismissed the idea.
Stepping under the warm rain of the overhead
shower, Jackie closed her eyes and allowed the bright
droplets to splash against her skin. The gentle touch
was like a warm massage, causing her mind to drift.
Unbidden, the dream of long ago days, a dream that
had again worked it's way from deep within her
memory, flowed through her mind.
Her eyes still closed, Jackie could tell that the
light blue tiles of her shower had turned to a bright
white and the shower itself was now more than four
times as large. Shutting off the valves for the
showerhead, now only one of a dozen that lined the
walls, Jackie could hear voices from the adjacent
room. She looked for a towel to wrap herself in, but
all the hooks on the far wall were empty. With a
shrug of her shoulders, she walked into the other
room - still dripping wet and naked.
Stepping into the brightly lit room, Jackie
immediately recognized it. She’d seen it so many
times before. It was the locker room of Bishop
O'Mallory High School. The exhibition playing itself
out before her eyes however was not something she
was used to. Spread out across the room were her
closest friends. All were as naked as she was - and
all were deep in the arms of sappho.
In the center of the room stood Kelly, her left
leg propped up on one of the locker benches, both
exposing the thick red patch between her legs and
giving full access to it to the girl kneeling beneath it.
It took Jackie a moment to realize that the girl on the
floor was Donna Sullivan. The dark haired girl had
her tongue stretched up and inside Kelly's pussy,
working it up and down furiously. Standing
alongside Kelly was Rhonda Jo, trading deep kisses
with the redhead and playfully caressing Kelly's
bouncy breasts. Donna also had two of her fingers
deep inside Rhonda's cunt, duplicating the action of
her tongue on Kelly's.
To their right was Maria and Beverly Clark,
locking in a tight embrace, each girl's mouth glued to
the sex of the other. Both seemed oblivious to the
action around them, enjoying the favors of the other.
The biggest surprise was the spectacle on the
left. There was Karen Scott, spread out on the floor
on all fours, her perky little breasts bouncing back
and forth. Kneeling behind her, with a firm grip on
her hips was Janet, pounding away at the young girl
like a man. Strapped around her crotch was a long
and thick dildo, as black as her own skin. With
increasing speed, it disappeared and then reappeared
as it penetrated Karen again and again. Much to the
pale skinned girl's delight.
"Omigod!'' Jackie gasped as she covered her
mouth with her hand. She feared making a single
sound would cause it all to disappear before her.
The warm feeling from between her legs
spread like wildfire as she watched her wildest
fantasies played out before her. She wondered if she
dared join in.
"I hope you're not planning to just stand there
and watch." said a sudden, soft voice from behind
Jackie.
Before she could turn and see where the
voice had come from, Jackie felt soft hands place
themselves on her breasts. The one of them slid
down to between her legs, sending a powerful jolt
through her shaking body as it brushed against her
clit.
Jackie opened her mouth to say something,
but her words were cut off by the press of warm lips
against her own. She eagerly accepted the tongue
that pressed it's way into her mouth. The first kiss
was followed by a second, then a third. It wasn't
until the fourth that Jackie shifted her attention
enough to identify her.
"Mary Catherine!" she exclaimed as the
bright brown eyes of her friend beamed back at her.
"You were always my first love." Mary
Catherine said as she kissed Jackie again, this time on
her cheek. "We should've done this years ago." she
added as she slid two fingers up inside Jackie.
She continued to caress Jackie's still wet skin
as one hand played with her breasts while the other
brought an even deeper wetness to her mound.
"Ooooo" Jackie moaned as she let Mary
Catherine play her like a musical instrument.
Content to let her continue her ministrations
without further comment, Jackie instead shifted her
attention back to the spectacle around her.
Maria and Beverly were the first to climax.
>From Jackie's view, it was hard to tell who had been
first. But it was obvious that whoever had been
second, she was less than a minute behind. Both girls
seemed to stiffen, then quake. Finally they collapsed
upon each other on a hot and sweaty embrace.
Next was the trio of Kelly, Donna and
Rhonda Jo. They had switched positions so that both
Donna and Rhonda Jo shared the rich delight of
Kelly's cunt. Kelly in turn hand her fingers in each of
the other saturated holes. This time it was obvious
that Kelly exploded first, her eruptions sending a
thick sticky film across both girls faces. As soon as
she recovered from the ripping waves that had
gripped her body, Kelly brought both of her lovers
off. First Donna, then Rhonda Jo.
Finally it was the turn of Karen and Janet.
Both girls were humping away like they were
possessed. Indeed they were and the name of the
demon was lust.
"Deeper, deeper!" Karen yelled as she
slammed her backside against Janet's rubber cock.
Janet was only too happy to respond, putting
all of her passion into a series of powerful thrusts
which also lifted Janet off the floor. Her dark breasts
flailed in the air as the fires within her reached a
peak.
A last lustful lunge sent Karen over the edge
as she exploded with a scream that rebounded off the
walls. That was enough to pull Janet along with her.
It turned out to be enough to bring Jackie
along as well. Her legs felt weak beneath her as the
gentle action of Mary Catherine's fingers caused a
climax of memorable proportions. The quivering of
her clit reverberated until it exploded into a
pyrotechnic bodyquake. Bright lights flashed before
Jackie's eyes as her heart seemed to stop. In that brief
moment, she felt total contentment.
When the lights faded from her eyes, Jackie
realized that the fingers within her were her own.
The fantasy had seemed so real, right down to the
touch of Mary Catherine's hand.
The chimes of the clock in the living room
proved an even greater reminder of reality. It was
already ten o'clock.
Twenty minutes later, Jackie was on her way
out the apartment door. She paused at the hall
mirror to check her hair and makeup one last time.
She hadn't been this nervous over a blind date since
she was sixteen.
As she opened the outside door that provided
common access to both her apartment and the house
above, Jackie was confronted by an unexpected
surprise.
"Why good morning, Jacqueline." Mrs.
Esposito said in a bright and cheery voice. "Where
are you off to in such a hurry this morning."
Jackie really hated it when Billy's mother
called her Jacqueline. It made her feel like a little
girl. Other than that, she really had no problem with
the older woman. No, that wasn't really true. Like
many mothers, Judith Espositio thought her son
walked on water.
"I....I have a doctor's appointment
downtown." the younger woman said with a smile,
enjoying the irony in her answer.
"Nothing serious, I hope?" Judith asked.
"No, I just want to see her about an old itch."
"Very well, dear." her mother-in-law replied,
already loosing interest. "You will be sure to be back
by the time Billy comes home. He does hate to have
to wait for his dinner."
Jackie resisted the urge to say that it wouldn't
kill her son to make dinner once in a while but it
would be wasted. Instead she just said she would
make every attempt to do so.
"This really feels awkward." Jackie thought
to herself as she banished the brief encounter with
Judith from her mind and left any other remaining
thought of being Mrs. Billy Esposito behind. "I don't
even know how to describe it."
Then, as she walked down the block toward
the elevated station where she could pick up the N
train, it suddenly came to her. The perfect word to
describe how she felt. Quietly, she repeated the word
out loud, smiling broadly at how nice it sounded.
"Virginal." she said a second time.
Forty minutes later, Jackie exited the train
station at Court and Montague Streets. Colleen's
instructions were to follow Montague down to the
bottom where it led into the Brooklyn Heights
Promenade. That was where Colleen said she would
meet her.
Jackie had never been to this part of
Brooklyn, even though it was really not that far from
her house. Her first impression of the neighborhood
was that it looked a lot like Soho or Greenwich
Village in Manhattan. The street was lined with first
and second floor storefronts with apartments above.
A great many of the stores were restaurants, and
most seemed to be doing a brisk business. Then
there was the odd bookstore, little boutique and
specialty store. It was quite different from the main
commercial streets in her own area.
Reaching Montague Terrace, Jackie could see
the large fenced in flagpole that Colleen said she
would be waiting by. Taking a deep breath, the
determined young woman strolled past the short
rows of park benches, all full with residents and
workers enjoying the afternoon sun. She knew it was
only her imagination, but it felt like everyone of them
was staring at her - and that they knew why she was
here.
Truth was, the only attention she drew was
that which any young attractive woman would. Still,
that little diversion gave her the chance to put off the
real question she was reluctant to ask. What would
Colleen be like?
Stepping out onto the Promenade, Jackie was
disappointed to not see anyone who matched the
description Colleen had given her over the telephone.
True, it was rather sketchy - long blonde hair, 5'5",
fair complexion, dressed in blue, but it would be
enough for her to recognize her.
"Guess I'm a little early." she said to herself
as she checked her watch. Sure enough she was.
Stepping out onto the long walkway, Jackie
took a moment to take in the vast panoramic view of
lower Manhattan across the river. She had to admit,
it was pretty spectacular. To her left she could see
the Statue of Liberty and Governor's Island. She
followed the path of the Staten Island Ferry as it
slowly moved to the docks at Whitehall Street.
Continuing her gaze to the right and upriver, she
could see the Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridges.
Once, during to a high school trip to the Brooklyn
Academy of Music, she and a few of her girlfriends
had cut out on the group and hiked over the
Brooklyn Bridge to have lunch at the South Street
Seaport. It had been a grand adventure to the group
of seniors. Suddenly, it seemed so long ago.
A beep of her watch told her that now she
was right on time but still no Colleen. Well a doctor
has a rather busy schedule, she told herself. She
probably just a little delayed.
Another ten minutes went by, and still she
waited patiently. After all, it wasn't like she was
going to get this far and just take off because she had
to wait a little. If she did, she'd never forgive herself.
Ten minutes became a half hour and she
finally began to become worried. She considered the
idea of calling Colleen's office - perhaps she had been
delayed by an emergency of some sort. Then she
remember that the phone she had passed at the
entrance to the Promenade had a large yellow "out of
order" tape across it. The next closest phone was
over a block away. If Colleen arrived while she was
gone, would she think that maybe she had never even
showed up. Or that Jackie didn't think her worth the
wait. No, better to just wait a little longer. Fifteen
more minutes and she'd set out for that phone.
Ten of those minutes later, enthralled by the
display being put on by a pair of young roller bladers,
Jackie almost didn't see the woman in blue who
strolled past her.
"Oh God, it's her." she exclaimed to herself.
The woman in blue wasn't exactly what she
expected, but that was a pretty strange thought
seeing that she really didn't know what it was that she
did expect. Somewhat on the heavy side, she had
short curly blonde hair and enormous breasts. She
was dressed in jeans and T-shirt. It was the large
lettered slogan across the shirt that caused Jackie
some slight pause. "Lesbian and Proud." Colleen
had said that she was open about her sexuality, but
Jackie didn't think this open. Despite the size of her
bust, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra.
"At least she's wearing a shirt." Jackie
thought, remembering the images from that cable TV
video. "Well, he goes nothing." she added.
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