Wednesday, August 19, 2015

NESTING DOLL: WE FOUND OUR FREDDIE!

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Standing Her Ground

The GCLS Conference was a lot of fun, although I skipped about half of the conference in order to spend time with my sister, Sheryl and her life partner, Jim. We rarely get to see each other and it's even more rare for them to get to see my partner, Rose and the grandkids. We had a fabulous time in New Orleans. It's a really beautiful and interesting city. We're looking forward to going back to visit sometime, preferably NOT in July.

I ended up giving away the ten copies of Second Chances I took to the conference with me. Most of them I traded for other authors' books. Some of which I've already started reading. I got Rita Mae Brown's authograph, which was fabulous. I met Karin Kallmaker, Isabelle, and Baxter Trautman, all of which are authors I love, all wonderful lovely ladies. I also made some new friends, including Chris Paynter, another wonderful author. The panels were great and I learned some good stuff. I'm looking forward to using that information for future books.

Speaking of future books, my new book, Standing Her Ground is coming along nicely. I'm shooting for an October 31st release. This book is not the one I started out writing initially. I was writing about Jean and Ashley getting married and Standing Her Ground jumped out of the pages and demanded I write it first. I'm thinking about adding a blog telling the story I started to write as kind of a background feature of Standing Her Ground. Keep a watch out for that. I think my Judge Not fans will enjoy that tale.

For the fans who follow my work and stop by to check on this blog, here's a little bit of Chapter Five from Standing Her Ground.  I really appreciate everyone who reads my stories and I hope you be as excited to read this new book as I am about writing it.


Jodi wearily opened the door when she saw Lori Pennington on the other side. “Hi, Lori.”
“You don’t look all that surprised to see me,” Lori said as she stepped through the door, the cool fall air blowing in with her.
“Bryan fell at the park and hit his head pretty hard. I saw him starting to fall off the jungle gym. I rushed over to catch him, but he slipped right through my hands and hit his head on a metal pole,” Jodi sighed. She walked to the couch, where Bryan was sitting with his blanket, stuffed Sponge Bob, and sippy cup.
Lori walked with Jodi over to Bryan.
“He started screaming bloody murder. I was trying to calm him down,” Jodi explained. “Some other parents came over to see if I needed help. I was terrified when the large knot immediately appeared.” Jodi sat down next to Bryan, who immediately laid his head against her. “I called his doctor and she said to keep an eye on him, and not to let him take a nap.” She slid her arm around him, careful not to bump his head. “We’ve been watching Sponge Bob ever since we got home.”
Lori leaned close to Bryan. “His eyes look okay.”
“He seems fine. I gave him some baby Tylenol,” Jodi said, and then looked at Lori. “So what brings you out? You were just here a few weeks ago.”
Letting out a heavy sigh, Lori said, “We got a call this afternoon. The caller said she saw you push Bryan down at the playground.”
Jodi’s jaw tightened as she gritted her teeth. “We haven’t been going to the park as much as we usually do because I’d been feeling like we were being watched. Now, I know I was right.”
Lori sighed, “Apparently so.” She opened her purse and took out some papers. “We were served these papers this afternoon. I’m sure you will be getting served at any moment.”
Jodi took the papers and started reading them. Tears started forming and dropping down her cheeks. “Those motherfuckers,” Jodi whispered. She looked up at Lori. “Sorry about the language.”
“It’s okay,” Lori said. “They are making me come as a witness for their side, but I don’t know why. I only have good things to say about you.”
“Maybe they don’t realize that,” Jodi said. “I can’t believe my parents are going so far as to try to get custody of Bryan because I won’t let them have visitation. Can they do this?”
“They can try,” Lori said. “They will have to come up with some compelling proof as to why they should be awarded custody. I really don’t see how they will be able to do that. I think it may just be a scare tactic to get you to agree to allow them to have visitation.”
Jodi sat staring at the papers, trying to wrap her brain around why her parents were doing this. Suddenly there was a loud, sharp knocking at her door, making both Jodi and Lori jump. Jodi got up and looked out the peephole. It was a male police officer. She opened her door. “Yes, sir?”
“Jodi Marie Nelson?” The officer asked.
“Yes,” Jodi answered.
“You are being served with this court papers requiring you to be in Justice Margaret Henson’s courtroom,” the officer told her the date, but Jodi stared at him blankly. Even though Lori had just told her this was going to happen, she still couldn’t believe it. “Do you understand, ma’am?” the officer asked, snapping Jodi out of her stupor.
“Yes,” Jodi replied quietly.
The officer tipped his hat politely, turned and walked away.
Jodi closed the door and woodenly walked to the couch and sat down next to Bryan. She pulled him into her arms and started crying.
“Momma?” Bryan put his little arms around his mother’s neck.
“They can’t take him,” Jodi sobbed. “He’s my everything.”

Monday, July 6, 2015

15 Days to GCLS Conference!!!!!!



This will be my very first lesbian writers conference!
 
I am thrilled about going to this conference. I've only ordered 10 books to take with me. I'm afraid that I'll take to many. I am working on rack cards for Standing Her Ground, the new book I am working on and hope to have out before the end of September.
 
My partner, Rosa, the three grandchildren we are raising, Jacob, Jazmyn, and Julian will be coming with me. As well as my friend, Rebecca, who will be out nanny for the week. This is our first trip to New Orleans. We are super excited about the trip and meeting some of our favorite authors. 


Friday, June 26, 2015

Golden Crown Literary Conference


This photo of New Orleans is courtesy of TripAdvisor

Just 26 days until the Golden Crown Literary Conference in New Orleans. I'm very excited about going to my first lesbian writing conference. There will be a lot of great authors there, and I'm looking forward to meeting some of the lovely ladies that I've become friends with on Facebook. I'm also looking forward to meeting fans. I'll be bringing copies of all my books, but probably just a few of each. If you are going to the conference and have a specific book you would like to get from me there, please email me and let me know at my email address: me@metudor.com.

I've never been to New Orleans, and I'll be traveling with my family. It is going to be quite an adventure!

As many of you know, I've had a rough couple of months. We lost my partner's mother in April and my beloved Aunt Vonnie a few weeks ago. I've had all 6 of my grandkids for several days over the past two months (my brain may never be the same), and that has slowed my writing and editing projects down. But, I'm working as much as I can on getting Suddenly edited again. I knew there were a lot of mistakes, but wow, it's been a huge project getting it fixed. But, I'm so glad my publisher for that book has allowed me the opportunity to make it a better book.

I'm also working on the re-writing of Standing Her Ground, my new adult lesbian romance/drama that I hope to have out in the fall. It's about a young lesbian who gets raped and had a child as a result. She chooses to keep her son and move on with her life, but her parents suddenly decide that a lesbian should not raise her son.

I think this story will resonate with a lot of young women, gay or straight, who've had to deal with this kind of challenge and chose to stand their ground against their adversaries.

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Sad, Long, Hot, but Productive Weekend

I went to Indiana this weekend, with my family, to say a final goodbye to my beloved Aunt Vonnie. She was my mother's oldest sister and the second oldest of ten kids. My mother's parents were dairy farmers and lots of kids made for cheap farm labor, although I would like to think they thought more of the kids than that, but I'm not so sure. My mother never talked about fun things she did as a kid, and when I questioned Aunt Vonnie about their childhood, she didn't have anything good to say about it either.

The funeral itself was small, with maybe twenty to twenty-five people there. I only knew about six of the people there, who were mostly aunts of dead uncles and a couple of cousins, including Aunt Vonnie's son, Brad. It made me realize how little I knew about these people and their lives, but that is not going to change. Although they seemed genuinely glad to see me, I didn't get a warm feeling from any of them. In fact, I felt like a complete outsider and ended up leaving before the official ceremony.

Before the funeral, when I was getting ready to go, I had an idea for a story. It is going to be about a woman going to her aunt's funeral and meeting her cousin's new girlfriend. (This family was much closer than mine.) This woman and her cousin used to be close as kids but only get to see each other occasionally as adults. The cousin is dating this woman because his mother and sister fixed him up with her. They think she's perfect for him, but he still wants to play the field. He challenges his cousin to try to win his girlfriend's attention, and she warns him that he doesn't want her to do that. But, when she finally meets her cousin's girlfriend, all bets are off because she feels an instant connection and bond to this beautiful woman.

After the funeral, I was distraught and exhausted. We have driven five hours the night before to get to Indianapolis so we could be there for the funeral and only got a few hours sleep before having to get up and go to the funeral. It was hot and muggy, and our van doesn't have air. We were all hot and tired so we decided to go out to Turkey Run State Park to camp. I've always heard what a great park this was, but I'd never been there. Well, I still haven't seen it. The campgrounds were full, and they were charging $7 just to go into the park. At that point, we were not interested in seeing the park. We just wanted to find a campground, get out of funeral clothes and get showers.

We had almost decided to head back to Kentucky when I saw the sign for Raccoon Lake State Park. I had been there several times as a kid and knew they had a beach area where we could swim in the lake. A dip in some cold lake water sounded really good.

The park had spots available, and we set up camp. Well, things didn't get any better. I've never seen a state park with this many gnats and mosquitoes around the campgrounds. It was hot, but we had to build a fire to try to run off the bugs. We finally got the camp set up and headed down to the lake. That was the highlight of the trip. We spent about two hours there cooling off before getting ready to bed down for the night. It was still hot and buggy.

We woke the next morning and put on an optimistic face. I made a trip to Walmart to get fans. I stopped and visited with one of my cousins that I hadn't seen in several years, and we talked for about an hour about life. It was a good visit and another highlight of my trip. I was supposed to hook up with a girlfriend from high school, but that didn't work out. By the time I got back to the camp, we had kid drama going on with my two oldest grandkids fighting and the baby hot and tired.

The baby went down for a nap. The kids went to play at the park, and we sat at the camp talking. Suddenly, I noticed two young women playing with each other. They were in their teens, probably sixteen or seventeen. One girl was so gay it wasn't funny. She may not know it yet, but I think she does. She was squirting water on her friend in a very playful, flirty way. The girl was tall, and I'm guessing a basketball player. She had on long, baggy shorts, a loose t-shirt, tennis shoes, and a ball cap, and she oozed dyke energy all the way across the campsite.  Her friend was more feminine and seemed to be enjoying the attention of the young dyke. Obviously, this gave me a story idea. It's still formulating in my head, but I can feel a summer romance coming on.

The day got hot and buggy again. Even after a shower, it felt like I'd walked right back into a sauna and was nasty again. The kids came back from the park, and that's when we realized how red my grandson's back was. He had not had enough sunblock, and his back was extra crispy. He was miserable and feeling sick. We were hot and tired and decided to pack it up and go home. I was worried my grandson had gotten sun poisoning and wanted to get him out of the heat and close to his doctor.

Before we left the park, I was at the restroom, and there were two little girls, one with long chocolate hair that had ringlets along the edges and another girl with red hair. The dark haired girl walked up the redhead and said, "So what are you doing?" The way they looked at each other and talked gave me another story idea.

So despite the funeral, the heat, the bugs, and the overall gloominess of the weekend, I've got three, possibly four, new stories to put together. 


Saturday, June 6, 2015

Potential scene from up coming book "Standing Her Ground"



I listen to a lot of music when I write and often find songs that inspire scenes, or help set the mood for the scene. This particular scene, which will most likely find it's way into my newest book, Standing Her Ground, called for two different songs. The first one is Because of You by Kelly Clarkson. Read to the end of the scene to find out what the other song is.

Scene from Standing Her Ground

Jodi looked up from her take out box and looked across the cafe. A woman at the counter was staring at her. Jodi met her gaze.

Jean was about to say something to Jodi when she saw the young woman's face go white. “Are you okay?”

Jodi continued to stare ahead for a moment and then her head swung in Jean's direction. “No, actually. I'm suddenly feeling a little sick.” She stood, grabbed her to-go box and her purse. “I've got to go. Thank you lunch.” She quickly left the restaurant.

Ashley had turned to look at in the direction that Jodi had been staring. There was a very pretty blonde woman who had been looking in their direction and now her gaze turned to follow Jodi out of the restaurant. Ashley touched Jean's hand. “Look at the woman at the counter.”

Jean followed the direction of Ashley's stare and saw the woman staring toward the door Jodi had just exited from. She turned back to the counter to collect her order and then hurried out of the restaurant as if in pursuit of Jodi. But Jodi was gone. Her car squealing tires and she left the parking lot.

Jean and Ashley looked at each other. “Who was that?” Jean asked.

“I wonder if that wasn't the mysterious Kay, Jodi told us about,” Ashley said.

“The girlfriend from high school?” Jean asked.

“Well, Jodi said she was blonde and beautiful,” Ashley said. “That woman fit the bill. She looked to be about the same age as Jodi and she was clearly watching her.”

“Do you think she came here looking for her or was it just a coincidence that they were both in this restaurant at the same time?” Jean asked.

“That is a very good question,” Ashley said.

Jean looked out the window of the restaurant. A newer model Chevrolet sedan was leaving the parking lot. “The woman looked familiar,” Jean said thoughtfully. “But I can't think of where I might have seen her before.”

“She wasn't a party in one of your court cases, was she?” Ashley asked.

“No.” Jean turned to look at Ashley. “I think I've seen her more recently.”

The waitress approached with their check and a happy smile. The woman had worn a forced smile earlier, but now was actually beaming. “Here's your check, Hon.”

Jean handed her credit card to the woman and said, “Your day looks like it's turned around.”

“Oh, yes,” the waitress said. “I just saw the daughter of my former minister from my church back in Louisville. His church was much smaller when I went to it, but I watch his sermons every Sunday. His daughter and I were in the same Sunday school classes. She's going to school at the UK right here in Lexington. Even though I knew her when we were kids, her father has become so famous that it was almost like meeting a celebrity. And she was so sweet, but she seemed a little distracted.”

“Who is this minister whose become such a success,” Jean asked politely.

“Pastor Haverty, from The Living God Evangelical Church,” the woman answered.

“Oh yeah,” Jean said, “I've heard of that church.”

“It was small when were kids, maybe a couple hundred members, but now I think they have over five thousand members. Plus people watch his sermons every Sunday all over the world.” She sighed and smiled. “It's funny having been there when it was such a small place and seeing how big it is now. Anyway, I'll be right back.”

Jean looked at Ashley. “Now, I know why she seemed so familiar. She is the spitting image of her mother.”

“You said you met her,” Ashley said.

“Yes, she was very nice, but her seemed a little sad,” Jean recalled.

“Jodi said that she could never out her high school girlfriend because it would be so much worse for her than it was for Jodi. Can you imagine being David Haverty's daughter and being gay?”

Jean shook her head. “I can only imagine what kind of nightmare that would be.”

“Exactly,” Ashley said.



* * *

Jodi tiptoed from Bryan's bedroom. She fixed her a cup of herb tea, went to the living room and sat down on the couch. She picked up the library book she'd been reading and sipped her tea. She was just getting comfortable when she heard a quiet knock on her door. Looking at the clock on the wall that read ten-thirty, she wondered who on earth would be here so late. Probably Robert, she thought. She got up and looked out the peep hole. It was not Robert. She opened the door and said, “Kaitlyn.”

The young woman peeked out at her from under the black hoodie. “You haven't called me Kaitlyn since camp.”

“What do you want?” Jodi asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

Kaitlyn pushed the hood off her head and looked into Jodi's angry eyes. “I...I was hoping we could talk.”

“I don't think we have anything to talk about,” Jodi said angrily.

“You just disappeared, Jodi,” Kaitlyn said just as angrily. “Don't you think you owe me some kind of explanation?”

“Is that right?” Jodi demanded. “About how you tell me how you could just watch while the whole congregation humiliated me? You should have been on that stage too. You didn't even try to call and warn me.”

Kaitlyn's head dropped. “I couldn't. My father smashed my phone and had me locked in my room.”

“Lucky you,” Jodi said sarcastically.

“I don't know how they found out,” Kaitlyn said. “We had been so careful.”

“Jeremy McWilliams told my parents. He took a picture of us kissing and showed it to my parents.”

Kaitlyn's eyes widened. “ What? When?”

“When you walked me home that last night,” Jodi said, her glare turning hard.

“I'm so sorry, Jodi,” Kaitlyn said.

“You promised we would deal with it together,” Jodi said, her voice getting louder. “You promised we would make it through anything, but you wouldn't return take or returns my calls. You didn't answer my texts.”

“I couldn't,” Kaitlyn shot back. “My father beat the shit out of me. Not my face, of course, but he hit me everywhere else. He refused to let me leave the house or go any where without him or my mother.”

“For two years?” Jodi wanted to know. “I had Robert send you a letter six months after I left to tell you where I was and gave you my new phone number. You never called.”

“I didn't get it,” Kaitlyn said.

“Momma?”

Jodi turned to see Bryan standing in hallway with his favorite bear clutched to his chest. She turned and went to him. “It's okay, Baby,” she said and picked him up.

Kaitlyn stepped inside the apartment and shut the door. “You have a son?” she asked incredulously.

Jodi turned and glared at Kaitlyn. “That's right. I've crossed to the other side of the fence.”

“Why yell, Momma?” Bryan wanted to know.

Jodi took a deep breath. “Did the yelling wake you, Baby?”

Bryan nodded and wrapped his arms around Jodi's neck. “It's okay, Sweetie.”

“Momma mad?”

“No, Sweet Pea,” Jodi said but the look she gave Kaitlyn clearly said otherwise. “We were just talking a little loud. Let's get you back into bed.” She turned to Kaitlyn. “I don't know what you thought you would gain by seeking me out now, but you need to go back to your world, mine doesn't include you anymore.” With that, she turned and took Bryan back to his room, fully expecting Kaitlyn to leave.

Jodi sat on Bryan's bed and rubbed his small back until his breathing evened in sleep. She stood and went back to the living room, expecting to find it empty and was surprised to see Kaitlyn sitting on her couch looking at the book she had been reading.

Kaitlyn looked up at her. “You always did like mysteries.”

“What do you want, Kaitlyn?” Jodi demanded quietly.

“I want to know that you are okay,” Kaitlyn said equally as quiet. “No one knew what happened to you. Your mother was devastated when they got home that day and found that you had left.”

“Yeah, I bet she was,” Jodi said bitterly. “I left them a note telling them why I left.”

“They told everyone you had chose a life in hell,” Kaitlyn said.

Kaitlyn looked down at her hands. “I was terrified that you had...”

“Committed suicide, like so many other queers forced out by their parents?” Jodi said.

Kaitlyn turned her head to one side and nodded.

“I wouldn't never commit suicide but I was completely devastated,” Jodi said. She leaned against the door frame leading into the hall. “I couldn't believe how completely you abandoned me. You wouldn't look at me throughout the whole ordeal.”

“My father threatened me before the congregation met. He told me that I would not look at you. What was I supposed to do,” Kaitlyn said looking up at Jodi in frustration. “When he took you downstairs, I ran out of the sanctuary. I couldn't take it anymore. The next day, your mom called my mom and asked it you were at our house. Mom was freaked out when they said you'd disappeared. Everyone looked for you, even the police.”

Jodi sat down on the end of the coffee table facing Kaitlyn. “I went to Walmart and called Robert. He came and got me. I called the police in Louisville after the story hit the news. Your dad was oh so helpful with the police, trying to piece together where I might have gone,” Jodi bit out. “I told the police that I'd come out to my parents and they threw me out and that they were doing this whole missing thing to cover it up with their church. I'm assuming they had a talk with my parents. The story went away and I didn't talk to my parents again until I had Bryan. I went home one time after he was born, but neither of them were very interested in him.”

“So, are you married now?” Kaitlyn asked, looking away again.

Jodi wasn't sure what Kaitlyn really wanted, and with everything that was going on right now, she wasn't sure she trusted her. “Yeah, I'm married now.”

“Oh,” Kaitlyn said and stood.

Jodi stood too and followed Kaitlyn to the door. Kaitlyn opened the door and turned to Jodi. “I'm glad you're okay, and I hope you're happy.”

“I am happy,” Jodi said.

Kaitlyn started to walk away, but turned suddenly and grabbed Jodi's face. She kissed Jodi with a ferocity Jodi had never experience. Jodi couldn't stop herself from kissing Kaitlyn back. Old reflexes kicked in the second Kaitlyn's lips touched hers. Finally, Kaitlyn let her go. “Bye,” she said quietly and slipped out into the parking lot.

Jodi shut the door, locked it and leaned against it. Her heart was hammering in her chest. She let herself slowly slip to the floor where she sat stunned for a few minutes before the tears started. She didn't think she would ever stop crying. She never thought she would see Kaitlyn in person again and she didn't think she would have feelings for her if she did. But, being in Kaitlyn presence had brought back old feelings. And that kiss, Lord that kiss, Jodi thought. That was not the innocent kiss of an inexperienced teenager, that was the kiss of an experienced woman. Kaitlyn completely possessed Jodi for the few minutes the kiss lasted. Hopefully, thinking Jodi was married and Jodi's unfriendly demeanor will be enough to keep Kaitlyn from coming back.

When she got herself together, she called Robert. She knew he would be up at this hour and at work at his job at Walgreens. When he answered he said, “This must be an emergency, you never call me at work.”

“Kaitlyn showed up at my apartment tonight.”

“Kaitlyn? Like Kaitlyn Haverty,” Robert asked in surprise. “What the hell is she doing in Lexington?”

“I don't know but we talked a little. I told her I was married,” Jodi said.

“Good plan, you think she'll be back?”

“I hope not,” Jodi said. “She acted like she didn't know I had Bryan, but with everything that's going on right now, I don't trust anyone.

“That's a good idea,” Robert agreed.

“She said she never got the letter I had you send to her,” Jodi said.

“I was returned, remember?”

“That's right,” Jodi said. “I remember you showing me where it had been stamped return to sender. Well, it doesn't matter. She bailed on me when I needed her. She should have stood up to her father.”

“She could have found a way to contact you,” Robert said. “She should have known I would come to help you. She had my phone number. She was just covering her own ass.”

“That's right,” Jodi agreed. “Man, I need a vacation.”

She heard Robert's light chuckle. “Well, neither of us can afford a vacation but you want to go to the club Friday? Mom is totally looking for an excuse to have Bryan all night. She's been having pancake withdrawal.”

Jodi smiled for the first time since seeing Kaitlyn in that restaurant. “That sounds great. I'm sure Bryan is having pancake withdrawal too.”

“Okay, it's a date,” Robert said.

* * *

Kaitlyn stood at the bar waiting for drinks for her group. After seeing Jodi and finding out she was married with a son, she had been completely depressed. She had known they wouldn't have a happy reunion, but she'd hoped they would be able to work through the past and, if she were honest with herself, she had hoped they could patch things up. She had missed Jodi terribly. Even going to college in Florida for a few years and being completely wild hadn't eased the pain. She had been so stunned when she saw her in the cafe earlier in the week that she couldn't think of anything but talking to her and finding out what had happened and how she ended up in Lexington.

She had looked up a people finder program on her phone and got Jodi's current address. It still had her maiden name on the address. Kaitlyn wondered what kind of man had convinced Jodi to go straight. She sighed and picked up the drinks the bartender brought out. She knew she shouldn't have kissed Jodi, but she couldn't stop herself. She wanted to taste her lips one last time.

Now that Kaitlyn knew Jodi was in Lexington, she would swear she was seeing her everywhere. When she was at the bar earlier, she'd seen a woman with Jodi's hair disappear to a different part of the bar holding hands with a tall blond woman.

Robert had called Cassandra and had her meet them at the bar. He knew Jodi and she got together occasionally. Neither were interested in a relationship, and that was what Jodi needed tonight. Just some mindless sex.

Cassandra had grabbed Jodi and kissed her soundly on the lips the second she saw her. “It's been too long girlfriend.”

“Yes it has,” Jodi agreed.

Cassandra looked her over. Jodi was wearing skin tight black jeans, a black t-shirt tucked in, and black boots. “Girl, you look hot tonight.”

“So do you,” Jodi said, running her fingers lightly up the sides of Cassandra's red strapless dress.

“You still having child services problems?”

“Yeah,” Jodi said.




Kaitlyn a glimpse of the woman who she had thought looked like Jodi again. Kaitlyn caught a look at the side of the woman's face. She really looked like Jodi. When the woman turned and waved to a young man at the bar, Kaitlyn stood straight up. “That lying little bitch!”

“Kay, what's up?” Her friend, Maggie asked.

“I just saw my ex. I'll be back in a minute,” Kaitlyn said and started across the bar in a charge.
She found Jodi by the bar talking to Robert Conrad, who she remembered from high school. She grabbed Jodi's arm and spun her around the face her. “You lied to me!”

“So what if I did,” Jodi snapped back. “What's going on with me now is none of your business.”

“Fine,” Kaitlyn snapped and turned on heel and walked away.

“Was that who I think it was?” Robert asked, watching Kaitlyn's retreating back.

“Yes, yes it is. I'm going to get out of here,” Jodi said, chugging the last of her drink.

“Okay,” Robert said still staring after Kaitlyn.

Jodi pushed her way through the bar. She couldn't believe this was happening. She'd worked so hard to put Kaitlyn and everything that had happened behind her and now it was raining down on her like hail. She had no idea why someone would try to take Bryan from her. Jean said she thinks she's got an idea who it is but is working on proof. And now Kaitlyn Haverty is not only living in her town, but hanging out at her favorite places.

Jodi drove home in a daze. She was glad Bryan was with Jeannette. She could go home, take a sleeping pill and really crash.

She pulled into her usual spot in front of the door that lead to the entrance to her part of the apartment building. Grabbing her purse, she got out and went inside the building. She hadn't paid attention to the car that had pulled into the parking lot a few minutes after her. She didn't hear the creak of the outside door as it was cracked open so she was completely caught off guard when someone pushed their way into her apartment behind her, slammed the door and shoved her against it.

Jodi barely had a chance to register that it was Kaitlyn who was pressing against her before Kaitlyn claimed her lips. Jodi tried to push Kaitlyn away, but Kaitlyn grabbed her hands and held them over Jodi's head. In all the time they had been a couple during high school, they rarely had chances to have full body contact like this and the kissing and petting had been chaste compared to the deep, possessive kiss Kaitlyn was giving Jodi now. Kaitlyn had one leg between Jodi's and had her full front pressed into the front of Jodi's body.

The resistance Jodi planned to have with Kaitlyn disappeared the second Kaitlyn's tongue touched hers. Their French kisses in high school had been exploratory but this kiss was demanding and searing. Kaitlyn brought their hands down, pulled back from the kiss and pulled Jodi to the couch where she pushed her down.

Jodi didn't put up much resistance and Kaitlyn lay on top of her and roughly pressed her leg into Jodi's center. The moan that slipped out of Jodi's mouth could not be stopped. Only in her dreams had she and Kaitlyn ever been like this. Even in her dreams though, Kaitlyn had not be this rough and demanding.

Kaitlyn had been in a rage when she realized that Jodi had gone to the back of the bar with that woman to have sex. Why had she told her that she was married? Did she really hate Kaitlyn now? Did she really not want her in her life? It didn't matter this moment. Kaitlyn had spent so many nights dreaming about making love to Jodi and she was not going to be denied now.

Pulling Jodi's shirt out of her jeans, Kaitlyn moved her hands up Jodi's chest to her breasts. They were fuller than Kaitlyn remembered. She reached down and unzipped Jodi's pants and slid her hand inside. This was something they had never done. They had never touched each other in this most intimate way. Kaitlyn hated that they had not been each other's first for this experience, but Kaitlyn would have Jodi tonight, even if it was the only time they were together, she would have this one time.

Kaitlyn pushed Jodi's shirt up exposing Jodi's naked breasts. Leaning down, Kaitlyn ran her tongue across the nipple making Jodi gasp. She sucked the nipple into her mouth roughly.

Jodi was trying to clear her head, trying to make herself stop what was happening, but she didn't want to stop. She had dreamed of Kaitlyn and her being together like this for a long time, but now she couldn't believe this was happening this way. Kaitlyn was fierce and demanding, her body completely commandeering Jodi's body. Before Jodi knew what was happening, Kaitlyn had her pants down to her knees and plunged three fingers into her. That snapped her out of her stupor. She pushed Kaitlyn away hard and shouted, “Stop!”
“Why?” Kaitlyn cried, thinking Jodi was into what she was doing.

Jodi sat up and straightened herself. “I can't do it like that.”

“What? Why?” Kaitlyn asked breathlessly.

Jodi sat up and dropped her head into her hands. “Because I was…I was raped.”

“Oh my God, Jodi, I’m so sorry,” Kaitlyn said. She put her arm around Jodi’s back and tried to pull Jodi into her embrace. At first Jodi resisted, but them she turned and dropped her head into Kaitlyn’s chest and sobbed uncontrollably. Kaitlyn wrapped both arms around Jodi and gently rocked her as she cried.

Jodi tried to keep it together, but the reality of Kaitlyn being here, the craziness of someone trying to take her son, and the past closing in made the walls that Jodi had so carefully built around herself to come tumbling down.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been crying, but she started to pull herself together and pull away from Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn wouldn’t let her completely pull away. As Jodi sat up, Kaitlyn moved with her. Kaitlyn kept her arm around Jodi’s shoulders as Jodi began wiping her face with her hands. “God, I’m a mess.”

Jodi turned and looked into Kaitlyn’s worried eyes. “I can’t believe you are actually here and yet I’m still so pissed off at you.

“Tell me what happened,” Kaitlyn said as she turned Jodi to face her. “Your parents said you ran away. I was so freaked out. I called everyone we both knew when I finally got my phone back. I called Robert and he told me he didn’t know where you were. Why did he do that?”

“Because I told him told,” Jodi said putting some distance between her and Kaitlyn. “I didn’t want anyone to know where I was, especially you.”
“Why, Jodi? I wanted to find you,” Kaitlyn said, her own tears starting to fall.

“You abandoned me when I needed you, Kay. I needed you up there on that stage with me. I needed you to stop what was happening. I needed you to look at me and you wouldn’t.”

“I couldn’t. I was too afraid of him. He’d already beaten me and he would have done it again if I disobeyed him,” Kaitlyn said.

“I would have taken you with me,” Jodi said. “We could have runaway together. And, maybe if you would have done something to change what was happening in that church, what happened afterwards might not have happened.”

“What do you mean, what happened afterward,” Kaitlyn asked, wiping her tears.

“Your dad took me to the small office downstairs. We talked for a few minutes and then he left me alone. When I left the office it was completely dark down there. Some guys grabbed me and pulled me into one of the rooms…” Jodi looked away.
Kaitlyn stared at her for the longest time. “They raped you?”

Jodi nodded. “One of them did.”

“Is your son…” Kaitlyn didn’t finish the question. She didn’t have to. “Oh my God,” Kaitlyn stood and moved toward the bedrooms. “Where is he?”

“Kay, why are you in Lexington?” Jodi asked turning to meet Kaitlyn’s eyes.

“I go to school at UK. I transferred here from Florida.”

“Why?”
Kaitlyn stared at Jodi. “What do you mean? Why did I transfer up here? Why did I come back to Kentucky?”

“Yes,” Jodi said, still studying Kaitlyn.

“I was going to a Christian college my father picked out in Florida and I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t gay any more. I missed Kentucky, I missed my mom, and my grandparents. I missed you."

“You didn't miss me too damn much or you would have figured out a way to contact me. I'm on Facebook, for crying out loud.” Jodi looked away and ran her fingers through her hair. “You know what? It doesn't matter. I have my own life now and you don't belong in it.” Jodi moved to the door and opened it. “I'm sorry, Kaitlyn, but you need to leave.”

Kaitlyn stared at Jodi in disbelief for several minutes before turning and walking out the door. Jodi closed the door and locked it. She put both hands against the door as the tears started and the sobs began. She turned her back to the door and slid down to the ground, where she sat crying.

What Might Have Been by Little Texas.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

The Perfect Proposal Chapter Three



“Stop grinning,” Ashley Jessup demanded.

“What's the matter? Jealous?” Mary asked and grinned at her friend and coworker. She couldn’t help grinning, though. Jackie had been more attentive and loving this past week than she usually was, which was hard to imagine considering how loving and attentive Jackie was on a regular basis. Mary wasn’t sure what had inspired Jackie’s new insatiable spell, but she was not complaining.

“No,” Ashley snapped and then sat down at her desk. “Well, maybe a little. Jean has been so busy starting her new practice that we haven’t had much time for…” Ashley looked toward the offices of the two law partners Mary and she worked for and then said in a low voice, “Well, you know.”

Mary let her grin fade slightly and nodded. “You said that she has been working a lot of late nights.”

“I’d be worried she was seeing someone else if she wasn’t working at home,” Ashley admitted. “I’ve been trying to help her as much as I can, but there’s not much I can do when she’s mostly reading over case files.”

“Be patient,” Mary encouraged Ashley. “It will get better once she reestablishes herself as a lawyer.”

“I know,” Ashley said, “but I still want to be in honeymoon mode.”

Mary gave Ashley a knowing smile as one of the lawyers came out of his office. Ashley and she had been roommates for a long time before Mary and Jackie became a couple. The three of them had lived together for a short time until Ashley and her dominatrix, the former Judge Jean Carlisle became full-time lovers and Ashley moved in with her. 

Mr. Lowry handed Ashley a stack of papers. “Please call Carlton and Bishop’s firm and have them send a courier over to get this information.”

“Right away, Mr. Lowry,” Ashley said. She put the papers down on her desk, picked up the phone and dialed. 

Mr. Lowry looked up as the door to the office opened and Jackie came in with a two-wheeler loaded with boxes. “Good morning, Jackie,” Mr. Lowry said.

“Good morning, Mr. Lowry,” Jackie replied. “Do you want to sign for these, or do you want me to have one of the ladies sign for it?” 

“I’ll sign for it,” he said and took the electronic pad from Jackie. 

Jackie looked over at Mary and smiled. Mary returned her smile and then busied herself at her desk.
Mr. Lowry saw the exchange, smiled at the two of them, and then went back to his office. He knew about Jackie and Mary’s relationship and was okay with it. Mary had been terrified when she first started seeing Jackie that Mr. Lowry and Mr. Winslow would find out about her relationship with Jackie and fire her, but her fears had been unfounded. Mr. Lowry and Mr. Winslow turned out to very accepting and understanding of her relationship with Jackie. 

Jackie unloaded the boxes. Two of which were supplies and the others were correspondence packages. She placed the supplies in the closet with the other supplies and put the packages on Mary’s desk.  

Mary looked up at Jackie’s twinkling eyes. “What?” 

“I have special plans for tonight, unless you have other plans,” Jackie said.

“Really,” Ashley said from across the room. “Do you two have to flaunt your plans in front of me?”

Jackie turned and gave Ashley a questioning look. “What’s the matter with you?”

“She’s not getting any,” Mary whispered. 

Ashley turned her glare to Mary. “You didn’t need to tell her that.”

“I would just tell her when we get home,” Mary confessed.

Ashley sighed and sat down at her desk. “It’ll be fine. Maybe this weekend Jean will have some down time.”

“The Judge tied up with her new law firm?” Jackie asked.

“Yeah, she’s been taking as many cases as she can get so she can rebuild her name as a lawyer. She’s even doing some pro bono work for the ACLU,” Ashley said and leaned back in her chair.

“I thought the American Civil Liberties Union had their own lawyers,” Jackie said.

“They do, but sometimes people come to them and their lawyers are too busy to take the case, so they farm it out. Jean volunteered to take some cases of theirs for people who don’t have money to pay a lawyer,” Ashley said.

“That’s a good way to establish your reputation,” Mary said.

“She had a good reputation as a lawyer before she became a judge, but she was on the bench for over ten years,” Ashley stated. “I think she’s having a hard time adjusting to being on the other side of the bench.”

“I don’t think she’ll have any trouble,” Jackie said encouragingly. “She was a good judge and I’m sure people remember her being a good lawyer. I think she’ll have more work than she’ll know what to do with before she knows it.”

“It feels like that now, but I know part of it is her wanting to be extra thorough and not leave the details to anyone else,” Ashley said.

Mary couldn’t stop herself from grinning. “Well, she does have control issues.”

“Funny,” Ashley snapped. 

“Maybe that’s what she needs, to have a little control,” Jackie suggested wiggling her eyebrows.

Ashley shook her head at the two of them. “I have to get back to work.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jackie said. She turned to Mary. “So do you have any plans for this evening?”

“Nope, just going home and snuggling with you.”

“Great,” Jackie said. She grabbed her two-wheeler and practically skipped out of the office.

Ashley watched Jackie leave. After Jackie got in the UPS truck, she turned to Mary, “What’s with her?”

“I don’t know,” Mary admitted. “She’s been acting weird for about a week. She’s been super giddy, singing or whistling while she’s cleaning or cooking. I mean she’s done that before, just more so this week.”

Ashley looked back at the door and watched Jackie’s UPS truck pull away from the parking lot. She wondered what she was up to and if it could be bottled and given to Jean.