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.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

The Perfect Proposal Chapter Two



Mary was stretched out on the couch with her eyes closed when Jackie got home. She studied the beautiful Mary Hanon and wondered if they would make some combination of their last names after they got married, or maybe Mary would take her last name.  Mary Meredith has a nice ring to it.
“What are you thinking about?” Mary asked, snapping Jackie out of her daydream.

Jackie sat down on the couch and pulled Mary’s stocking feet into her lap. “I was thinking about things I want to do to you.” It was only a partial fib.

“Oh yeah,” Mary said, “Rubbing my feet wasn’t one of them, was it?”

“It’s a good place to start,” Jackie said and started massaging Mary’s feet.

Mary moaned and closed her eyes. “That is wonderful.”

Jackie focused on massaging Mary’s small feet but her eyes kept straying to where Mary’s skirt was riding up, showing off her slim legs. Her hands moved from Mary’s feet to her ankles and calves, eliciting more moaning from Mary.

It had been a little over a week since the last time they had made love. Jackie was itching to slide her hands up Mary’s legs and pull the hose and panties away from the prize she wanted. She kicked off her shoes and shifted so she was straddling Mary’s legs.

Mary opened an eye and asked, “What ya doing?”

“I thought I would massage your thighs too.”

“Is that right?” Mary said, a grin playing at her lips. “Well, by all means, please continue your massage.”

Jackie gently squeezed Mary’s thighs. She worked her fingers into Mary’s hamstrings and gently massaged them.

“Mmm,” Mary looked at Jackie with hooded eyes. “Were you going to massage some other places?”

“I was thinking about it,” Jackie admitted with a grin.

“Well, then you will have to help me get these hose off.”

“My pleasure,” Jackie said and moved her hands under Mary’s skirt to the top of her hose and underwear.  She began pulling Mary’s hose and underwear down together. Mary shifted her weight to help Jackie but left her hands behind her head.

Once Mary was free of her hose, Jackie began massaging her upper thigh muscles, keeping her hands just shy of her final target.

“You are such a tease,” Mary whispered.

Jackie could hear Mary’s breathing speeding up. She leaned down and placed a kiss on the inside of Mary’s thigh. She placed another on the other thigh and pushed Mary’s skirt up further revealing the glistening mound. She kissed the top of Mary’s mound before sliding her lips downward.

Mary opened her thighs giving Jackie full access to her throbbing heat. She gave a small cry when Jackie sucked her clit into her mouth.

Pushing Mary’s legs further apart, Jackie settled between them and began giving Mary a very thorough massage with her tongue. It didn’t take Jackie long to have Mary writhing and begging for release.  When Jackie did finally bring her to orgasm, Mary’s hips pushed Jackie high off the couch before they both collapsed back down on it, panting from their excursion.

“Come up here,” Mary commanded as she pulled on Jackie’s shirt until Jackie's mouth met hers. She kissed Jackie deeply, tasting herself on Jackie’s lips and tongue.

“We’re going into the bedroom for the next round,” Jackie said and lay her head on Mary’s shoulder. “This couch is killing my back.”

“Poor baby,” Mary cooed. “I’ll massage it for you when we get in the bedroom.”

“Is that all you're going to massage?” Jackie asked.

“Oh, I don't know,” Mary teased. “I might massage some other parts of your body, if I'm not too tired.”

Jackie raised her head. “Too tired, huh,” she said and moved her hands to Mary's sides. “Let me see if I can't wake you up a little.” She began tickling Mary, who immediately retaliated.

Jumping up, Jackie called as she ran toward the bedroom, “Are you awake now?”

“Oh yes,” Mary said, jumping off the couch and chasing after her. “And you are in big trouble when I catch you.”

Friday, February 13, 2015

The Perfect Proposal Chapter One

Jackie Meredith perused the selection of engagement rings waiting for one to jump out at her. She wanted something amazing.  For six months she had been saving money and waiting for the right time to ask Mary to marry her.  They had been living together for almost a year and life was perfect. She wanted to make their commitment to each other official.

They both worked during the day, Jackie at her UPS delivery job and Mary as a legal secretary. They were saving money for their first vacation together. Jackie convinced Mary to go to Maine to check out the lighthouses. Before she asked Mary about going to the lighthouses, she already knew she wanted to propose to her. Jackie toyed with proposing to Mary in Maine and then having a ceremony in Kentucky, but since gay marriage was still banned in Kentucky, she decided she would rather have a small ceremony in Kentucky for their friends here and have the actual ceremony in Maine. At least that was what Jackie wanted, and hopefully Mary would agree to her plan.

The woman working the counter of the jewelry store glared at Jackie disapprovingly. She probably guessed that Jackie was looking for a ring for her girlfriend. Standing at her full height of five foot, ten inches and dressed in her UPS uniform, Jackie knew that she carried herself in a very masculine manner. She wasn’t ashamed that she looked like a butch dyke.

Shaking her head in disappointment, she decided she was not going to find what she was looking for here. Jackie left the store and headed to the only jewelry store in town that she hadn’t been to yet.
The store was small and in a middle class part of town.  The salesman was a middle aged, balding man in a light gray suit, who was slightly effeminate. “Good afternoon,” he said with a thick southern accent when Jackie entered the store.

“Good afternoon,” Jackie replied.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes,” Jackie said, “I’m looking for an engagement ring.  I want something different and really beautiful."

The salesman directed her to a case filled with of engagement rings. Jackie studied them but wasn’t happy with any of them. She let out a sigh of frustration.

The salesman said, “I have another collection of engagement rings that are a little more expensive.” He directed Jackie to look at a grouping of rings at the end of the glass counter.

Jackie’s breath caught in her throat. In the center of the group was the perfect ring. Pink gold surrounded a collection of diamonds in the form of a flower with a large heart shaped diamond in the center. “This is the one,” she said, pointing to the ring in the center.

The salesman opened the case and took out the ring Jackie pointed to. “This is a floral vintage ring with fourteen carat rose pink gold band and a point four carat heart shaped diamond. There are twenty-four point two carat diamonds in the leaves and band.” The salesman took the ring out of its box and handed it to Jackie for a closer inspection.

“This is just beautiful,” Jackie said, studying the ring in awe.

“It is,” the salesman agreed.

Some other people came into the store. The salesman wrote some numbers down on a piece of paper and handed it to Jackie. “This is the price for this ring.”

“Wow,” Jackie said looking at the numbers.

The salesman smiled. “Would you like to take a few minutes to think about it?”

“How much do you need to hold it?”

“Twenty percent,” he said.

Jackie took her checkbook out of her back pocket and started writing the check. “How long will you give me to come up with the rest of the money?”

Surprised that Jackie didn’t hesitate, the salesman said, “We do have financing plans if you would like to apply for one.”

Jackie thought about that for a few minutes. “What kind of interest are we talking about?”

“It varies depending on your credit, but the minimum interest is twelve point ninety-nine percent.”

“Let me put this deposit down and look into some financing from a few other places.”

The salesman nodded. “I can hold it for up to a month without some kind of financing arrangement.”

Grinning, Jackie handed the man her check. “It won’t take that long for me to get something worked out.”

“Okay,” he said and handed Jackie a form to fill out for holding the ring.

Jackie handed the filled out form back to the salesman, turned and walked out of the store. She’d been to every store in town and hadn’t seen anything as perfect as this ring. It cost almost twice as much as she had saved. She went to her truck and called her boss. “Hey Darren, do you know if I can get a loan on my retirement?”

Darren wanted to know why she wanted to get a loan. She explained that she was going to propose Mary and had found the perfect ring. He told her he would meet her at the store and see if he couldn’t get the salesman to come down on the price.

The salesman was surprised when Jackie came back in the store with Darren.  “Which ring?” Darren asked.

Jackie asked the salesman to bring the ring out for Darren to look out.

“Wow,” Darren said. “That’s beautiful. Let me take a picture of it and send it to a few dealers. Maybe someone has one similar for a lower price.”

The salesman’s eyes bugged out of his head. “We are the only dealer in town that has this ring. You are not going to find it cheaper.”

“There are hundreds of dealers online,” Darren said and took a picture of the ring. “We’ll send this picture around and see if we can’t find someone who has it or something similar for less money.”

Jackie watched the whole deal wondering if Darren was serious about checking with other dealers. The salesman pursed his lips and grabbed his notepad. He wrote a new number that was about a hundred dollars less than the first quote.

Darren looked at it and wrote down a number that was four hundred less than the first.  The salesman took the pad back and wrote a new number. This was two hundred less than the original price. Darren looked at Jackie. “What do you think?”

“I’ll still have to borrow some money, but I like that price a lot better.”

Looking up at the salesman Darren said, “This includes any resizing that may need to be done, right.”

“Yes.”

“You’ve got a deal,” Darren said and pulled out his checkbook.

Jackie watched in shock as Darren started writing a check for the balance of the ring. “Wait,” she said. “I don’t have the money to pay you back unless I get a loan.”

“I’m sure you can get one, so don’t worry about it,” Darren said, tore the check out of his checkbook and handed it to the salesman.

Fifteen minutes later Jackie and Darren left the jewelry store. “Thank you,” Jackie said. “I’ve never bought anything at a jewelry store, and definitely not for that kind of money.”

“I spend seven months hunting for the perfect engagement ring for Jane,” Darren said, referring to his wife of ten years. “I didn’t think I was ever going to find one I could afford that I really liked. I finally found the perfect ring, but it was a thousand dollars more than I had. I haggled the dealer down and even got him to let me make payments on it.”

“How long did it take you to pay it off?”

“Six months,” Darren said. “Did you talk to the salesman about payments?”

“Yeah, but the interest was really high. If I borrow from my retirement fund, there’s very little interest,” Jackie said. “What do I need to do to get a loan on that so I can pay you back?”

“We'll figure something out tomorrow,” Darren said, giving Jackie a pat on the back. “I’m going to head home. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Thanks, Darren,” Jackie said. “I really appreciate your help.”

“No problem,” Darren said as he climbed into his blue Avalanche.

Jackie got into her truck and patted her jacket pocket where the ring rested. It was going to be hard to keep from asking Mary for a few more days, but she wanted the moment she proposed to be perfect, and she still had plans to map out.