Disclaimer One: All these folks belong to me. They are a product of my wild
imagination.
Disclaimer Two: Let’s see there’s sex between women in love,
humor, and a whole lot of other stuff that I’m sure you’re used to by
now.
Dedications: Thanks
to God for everything.
Summary: None just read. You’ll like it. Takes
place a few days after STS.
Perceptions
(13th installment of
Perspectives)
BY
Minerva
Copyright © December 2000
Chapter XLIV: Morning Surprises
The keys hung limply from Barb’s hand as she hoisted up the bag on
her shoulder. The chirping birds saluted her as she forced the appropriate key
into the lock. It opened with a click and she pushed the door open. The brunette
inhaled deeply taking in the smell of the artificial air. She had actually
missed it. She walked slowly passed the cubicles seeing each person that
frequented them in her mind’s eye. I really have missed this place. Can’t
wait to get my fingers back in the bowl.
Barb came to the last row of
cubicles and stood between them, staring at the contents covering her blonde
friend’s desk. She smiled at the Scooby Doo paraphernalia. At least she
hasn’t changed everything about you, Kid. You’re gonna be in for a surprise this
morning, and so is your friend.
Barb steered toward her own desk,
swept the back of her skirt with a hand, and sat down in the swiveling chair.
She deposited her bag on the desk and let out a sigh as she went for a spin on
the faux leather just for the heck of it. We’re partners again, Cory. Time to
go out and tackle the world. She looked up at the sound of the glass
entrance door opening. Shelley headed down the path with a little bounce in her
step. The older woman stopped when she got half way, and her eyes widened.
"Well, didn’t know you would be back so soon." She paused.
"Welcome."
Barb nodded. "I thought it was about time. Don’t you
think?"
Shelley shrugged. "Don’t know. Depends on what you’re
planning."
Barb’s eyes lit with amusement. "Just what is it you think I’m
up to?"
The older woman smiled wanly. "I hear a lot, you know. Through
walls, through mouths. Either way, I hear a lot."
The brunette crossed
her arms over her chest. "Then you know about them being together?"
"Not
for sure, but I suspected as much. I think they’re good for each
other."
"If you heard so much, then you know that she hurt Cory.
Bad."
"Yeah, but I know Taylor was hurting too. They made up and have
been inseparable since."
"She’ll hurt her again."
"She’s a big
girl. I think she can handle it."
"Well, as a friend I think I should
make sure that doesn’t happen before they get too close."
"I think you
maybe too late for that, Barb. She’s happy. Be happy for her."
Barb
mentally disregarded the last part and whispered, "Then, I’ll do what I have to
do."
Shelley shook her head in disbelief, turned, and walked slowly to
her own office.
Cory spread her legs wide, almost falling within the gaping space in
between Taylor’s longer ones, but she tightened her thighs and abs and held on.
The blonde groaned into the open mouth that clung to hers as she lifted her
hips, teetering over elegant fingertips. She lowered herself on to them with
slow, torturous precision. Her grasp tightened on broad shoulders in reaction.
"Oh yesss . . ." Inner muscles grappled the digits milking them before her lower
body repeated the same languid thrust over and over again.
Cory was
beyond flying, beyond floating. She was soaring like a bird with the largest of
wing spans. Fire licked at her belly and scorched her insides, making her cry
out with each undulation. The kisses they shared were open mouthed, sensual,
complete with flicking tongues. They sat on the edge of the queen sized bed,
bodies grinding and sweating reaching for the ultimate pinnacle.
With a
large open faced palm on her sweaty back, Taylor guided her lover’s movements.
The forearm of her other appendage flexed as she twisted and curled fingers that
were deeply buried in unbelievable wet heat. With her thumb, she teased hardened
flesh that was just as wet. It served to make her own sex throb in passionate
empathy. Her hips surged along with her lover’s. The admin gave Cory what she
wanted and took what she needed at the same time.
Their naked breasts and
the pebble hardened middles scraped in tantalizing fashion, providing a jolt of
electricity with each movement of their bodies. It was enough for Taylor---the
wet heat, the naked skin, and the convulsing muscles, gave her the same wings
that her lover possessed. They soared right next to each other.
The admin
loved being inside, craved it. There was no feeling like being nestled in liquid
fire. It simply felt like coming home, and she wanted to stay as long as humanly
possible. Taylor figured Cory felt the same as she continued the slow thrusts
despite the increase of wetness and quivering thighs. Close so close, but yet so
far. The brunette caught every breathy moan from the blonde’s mouth and vice
versa, of those there were many. "I love. . .you," the admin whispered brokenly,
then groaned at the flood of wetness that bathed her hand.
Waking before
the alarm, their morning had started innocent enough filled with small kisses,
light touches and enough murmured words of love to make them the poster children
for mushiness. But the admin had been right, once they made love everything
intensified—the need, the want, the rawness. Insatiable. So they made it to the
edge of the bed before the intensity wrapped around them and refused to let
go.
Cory whimpered enjoying the rush of dangling over the cliff she was
on, but she ached to be pushed over. "More. . ." she breathed into the
brunette’s lips. Taylor complied, adding a third finger as she pulled out
slowly. Cory sank on the digits and moaned loud, long at the feeling of being
full, stretched. She gritted her teeth but couldn’t fight the urge to impale
herself on them, causing her to whimper at the pleasurable explosion that
resulted. The flesh of her buttocks hit the skin of the thighs under her with a
resounding smack.
Suddenly, unable to control her movements any longer,
Cory scattered all over the place, riding the admin like a bucking bronco. Every
ragged breath was a whimper. "God, yess!" The words spilled into the brunette’s
mouth.
Observing her lover’s inability to maintain control, made the
admin lose hers. She groaned harshly at the abrupt change, catching the flames
that lit the blonde from within. The thumb that had just been pressing against
the caseworker’s erect nodule, began to circle it with fervor.
For Cory,
oblivion didn’t seem that far away anymore. With each rough thrust, pleasure
exploded between her legs in short bursts until it all ran together pooling in
her belly and shooting all the way to her fingertips. Her body jerked, and she
cried out as spasms worked their way through her body.
Hot juices
splashed onto the admin’s hand and thighs, and her own hips jerked upward,
harder than before. Emotion exploded inside her. Knowing she had caused this and
feeling it was all that was needed. "Ungghh!" She let out a throaty cry and
joined the blonde in oblivion.
They fell back on the bed, seemingly
exhausted and sweaty. The alarm went off as their bodies continued to shiver and
hips to jerk. The loud static filled music played for some minutes until a long
groan filled the room.
Pushing sweaty blonde bangs away from her
forehead, Cory climbed up her lover's body until they were face to face. She was
still somewhat breathless but able to speak. "Mmm, way, way. . . up there on the
whoa meter."
Under the blonde, Taylor stretched and chuckled. "I can
agree with you there, sweetie." Cory leaned down and brushed the admin's lips
with her own instead of commenting. The fair head ducked, and she buried her
face in a damp neck.
After a minute, the caseworker popped up again with
a crooked smirk plastered on her dreamy features. "You'd think. . ." She hummed
as large hands caressed from the middle of her back to her behind. "You'd think
this would take the edge off during the day, but it doesn't. I can't seem to
stop wanting. . .this--" Cory spread her legs and captured a thigh between her
own. Rubbing against it, they both moaned. One at the feel of residual wetness
coating her thigh, and the other at the feel of soft flesh meshing with her
swollen sex. The blonde gasped, "Every time I look at you, even in the office."
God, I can't get enough of her. Am I sick? It's never been this way
before.
"Mmm, I know the feeling." Taylor arched her leg a little and
used large, elegant hands to guide hips slowly moving against her. Is she
okay with this? Or did it just start because of what happened with that boy?
"Is. . .this okay with you? I mean. . .the way we finally made
love?"
Cory stiffened. She doesn't think I used her does she? She
knows I love her. "It would have happened anyway, Taylor that night
actually. I wanted it to. What happened with Robert was just mitigating
circumstances. It doesn't change the fact that I love you and wanted to show
you."
Blue gazed into green reading the truth in the depths. Taylor
pushed a lock of fair hair behind the blonde's ear. "I love you too." They
smiled tenderly at each other.I don't think I could even explain how
much. Suddenly worried, the admin asked, "Are you doing okay? I mean, after
you told me what you saw--I want you to know you can tell me if you feel a
little funny in here. . ." She turned them over to the side and tapped the
blonde on the chest. "It would be totally understandable."
Ah, always
worried about me. "I would tell you if I wasn't. I wouldn't be human if it
didn't get to me, but Dr. Zawid made me realize that not everything is my fault.
It's just nice to be able to try to do something this time instead of always
falling apart. I just wish the local government would say something
already."
Taylor kissed the caseworker's forehead and chuckled
derisively. "Oh, someone will. I'd give it till tomorrow. They just wanted to
see if all this would die down. It hasn't. They've been talking about the case
almost everyday on TV. They're gonna have to do something."
"Mmm. . ."
The sound of the alarm began to filter back in. "You're probably right. You know
more about that aspect than me." Cory untangled herself and sat up. She raised
her hands high above her head and stretched complete with mewing
noises.
Taylor watched with a smirk as breasts arched and thrust forward.
Nice. She reached out a hand to touch, but it was smacked away as the
petite caseworker leaned to the right to turn off the alarm. "Nuh-uh, that's our
cue. Time to get ready for work." Looking over her shoulder, Cory gave her lover
a teasing smirk and put an extra sway in naked hips as she sashayed to the
bathroom.
The tall brunette didn't waste any time. Almost immediately,
she jumped up and went after her. She leaned against the door of the bathroom
and watched as the caseworker turned on the shower. Taylor grinned inwardly,
suddenly feeling more than a little warm and moist. "Think we should shower
together for the sake of time."
The blonde head turned toward her, and
Cory appraised the admin with a raised brow. "Oh, you do. Do you?"
Taylor
smiled. "Unh huh, I'll wash your back. You need to be relaxed for the big
presentation today."
Stepping in the shower stall and sporting a
knowledgeable smirk, the caseworker asked over the roar of the water, "You don't
think I'm relaxed enough after what happened in there?"
Taylor sauntered
over toward the shower and stood looking through the open door as water slicked
her lover's skin. She licked her lips. A quickie. Just a quickie.
Yeah, right. LS was now awake.
"A little more never hurt
anybody." Lifting one impossibly long leg, she stepped into the shower and
closed the stall door with a snap.
A few minutes later, a breathy moaned
filled the steam laden bathroom. "God. . .Taylor!"
Getting one more teasingly sexy smirk and gaze in, Taylor opened the door
to agency, allowing the blonde to step through first. There had been a time when
she came in early because she cherished the quiet, but the cubicles bustled with
activity. Now, she cherished something or someone else. The admin was aware of
eyes on them but dismissed them as insignificant. Screw ‘em. They don’t have
the foggiest idea of what’s going on.
As they made their way to the
back, Cory slowed as she got to Ray’s desk. She gave him wink and a smirk before
going forward again. Damn, forgot my tea. Wonder if Shelley has some I could
borrow? That stuff is like kryptonite to him. The blonde chuckled
inwardly.
As they neared the back, Cory felt the breath whoosh from her
body and heard the beginning of blood roaring in her ears. Green eyes widened
and were riveted at the desk across from hers—the desk that had been empty. It
was now taken by its original owner. Her heart thudded then stopped altogether.
Trouble. It was her first thought. Despite part of her being happy to see the
older woman, the majority of her screamed trouble. No, not now. Things are
going so good. This can’t be the other shoe, and it can’t be ready to
drop.
Panic became a wide but tight band around her gut, making her
struggle for breath and making her palms sweat. She wanted to turn, gaze into
pale blue and latch onto her lover’s hand for extra strength, but the caseworker
knew that it couldn’t be done. The blonde peered into her friend’s eyes, knowing
hers must be frantic. She hoped to read acceptance but saw only a soft smile
upturning lips. It was a smile that didn’t reach the older caseworker’s eyes.
Anxiety took over completely, and Cory snatched her eyes away and was suddenly
glad that the bags she was holding hid her shaking hands. Trouble. Big trouble.
Shit.
Double shit. Taylor instantly saw the potential for a
huge mess forming right before her eyes. Barb was back, and for some reason the
admin couldn’t tell if the cryptic smile on the caseworker’s face was for her or
Cory. Right now, it didn’t matter. Everything she had tried at first to deny and
then later grasps with both hands dangled in front of her on a floss thin
string, waiting to be cut loose. A chill went down her spine, and she could only
imagine what Cory was feeling. Hold on there Bunch. Don’t loose it. Just hold
on. I love you, and we’ll get through this intact even if I have to kill
somebody. I won’t lose you, not now. Her heart cringed in pain at the
thought.
Instead of allowing the blonde to steer toward her desk, Taylor
put a hand at the small of her lover’s back, feeling the bunched, hard muscle.
She led them both to her own office and closed the door silently behind
them.
With her back to the admin, Cory whimpered and turned to her lover.
Green eyes were full of fear, anger, and resignation. "What are we going to do?
I can’t go back out there." She whispered harshly. Taylor deposited her
briefcase on the floor then walked up to the blonde. She took the two bags out
of small hands and let them fall to the carpet. Hands went back up to caress the
blonde’s bare arms.
"First, we breathe." She took a deep breath and
waited for the caseworker to do the same. "Second, we play it by ear. She may be
okay with this, with us. We’ll have to see." The admin held up a hand to the
blonde’s mouth. "Ah, ah, I can’t order her not to tell anybody, and I can’t
order her to be okay with us." I can fire her for
insubordination.
That’s the coward’s way out.
I
know.
"We both just need to put out feelers first and compare notes."
Taylor read the uncertainty on the blonde’s face. Believe in us, Cory.
She cupped her cheeks and leaned down for a lingering kiss. "Know that I love
you no matter what happens, and I’m not going anywhere. I know my place is with
you." She kissed her again. "I need you to be really strong right now like I
know that you can be. I need you to go out there, Cory. You can do this. Talk to
her, and I will do the same later." The admin took shaking hands in her larger
ones. Blue eyes held scanned green, hoping the blonde would feed from her own
conviction. "Believe me?" I will not lose you.
Cory took a deep
breath. She seems so sure, and I know this is just a job. She’s what is
important. She let the breath out. I knew she was coming back sooner or
later. Shoulda been prepared for this. Barb, my friend, I can’t let you destroy
the best thing that ever happened to me because of misplaced feelings or
loyalty. Their gaze held for a few seconds longer before Cory nodded. "I
believe you." She pulled her hands from the admin’s grip and wrapped her arms
around the taller woman. "And I love you." Taylor returned the hug, lifting her
off the ground.
Taylor felt her heart slow. "Good." She sat the blonde
back on the floor and reached up to tweak her nose. "Let’s do
this."
******
Barb tapped the sharp end of a pencil against her
desk as she waited. I don’t understand. She almost looked scared. That
woman’s got you twisted, Kid. I’m your friend, and I’m here to help so things
can go back like they used to be. Just please don’t make me do something drastic
just to get you to see. I’d hate for anybody to lose their jobs, but we can
always get another somewhere else. I just hope you hear me out. Her eyes
squinted. She’s the one that should be scared. Scared I’m gonna show what a
conniving bitch she really is. You hurt someone once you’ll do it
again.
Cory came out of the admin’s office without looking back. She
silently pulled out her chair and pushed her bag under the desk, while keeping
her purse over a shoulder. Without hesitation, she walked to Barb’s desk and
touched it lightly with fingertips as she gathered her thoughts. Looking around
and then down, she met the other woman’s eyes and refused to look away. "Look,
um, we obviously need to talk, and we can’t do it here. Can we go to Subway and
get a cup of coffee or something?"
Barb smiled slightly and patted the
hand on her desk. "Sure thing. Just let me get my purse."
They walked
down the street in silence. It was the same way they entered the restaurant.
Cory picked a booth in the back. "Why don’t you go ahead? I’ll get us some
drinks."
The blonde sipped on her coke as she sat the cup of coffee in
front of the brunette. She had a seat and continued to sip until the ice got in
the way. Reluctantly, she sat the fountain cup down. The petite caseworker
opened her mouth to speak. Barb beat her to the punch. "I heard you on the
radio. They even talked about you on the news. You did good, Kid. Surprised me
though. I pictured you doing a lot of yelling and calling it a day."
Cory
shook the cup causing the ice to crunch. She sighed, leaned in, and looked up at
the older woman. "I would have not too long ago. I’ve changed, Barb. It was time
to start doing something about the things I get so upset about. Dr. Zawid helped
me out, and so did Taylor. She was really there for me."
Barb moved back
and laughed cynically. "How long do you think that’s going to last?"
"As
long as we make it last." She answered confidently.
The brunette’s eyes
squinted. "You know, I’ve known you for a long time, but I would have never
figured you to be this blind. Of course, she seemed okay at first, but she hurt
you. How can you get past that so easily?" Her voice dripped with
sadness.
"Because I love her," she said with conviction. "And I know she
loves me."
Barb snorted ungracefully, causing unreadable green to snap
toward her. "How can you love someone that hurts you?"
Cory sighed. "You
don’t even know what happened. . ."
Barb threw up her hands. "I don’t
need to know what happened. I just needed to know that she hurt you. You play
tough, Cor, but you’re really not. I’m your friend here."
Impatience
piled on top of the blonde, and her voice rose slightly. "If you’re my friend
you would listen to me! You do need to know what happened." Her voice lowered
when they got stares from the few other patrons. "She was scared of what she was
feeling for me so she lied about her sexuality. Yeah, it hurt, but I went home
to my mom’s to think and saw it for what it was, simple fear. I was scared too
when she looked at me, touched me I came apart, Barb, and it scared the shit out
of me. It was something I couldn’t control. . ." She pointed toward her chest.
"I need her, and I don’t think I’ve said that to another human being. Don’t you
understand? I look at her and I see. . .everything." Her voice lowered to a
whisper. "Haven’t you ever felt that way?"
Barb shook her head. "I-I
don’t know, but that’s not the point. Can’t you see that? How do you know she’s
not playing games? How do you know she won’t hurt you just for the hell of
it?"
Cory reached across the table and grabbed the other woman’s hand.
"Because of the way she looks at me; the way she reacts to my touch; the way she
says my name. I feel it, and I know it. I don’t think that I can make it any
clearer than that."
Barb scanned the blonde’s face. She seems so sure,
but I’ve never seen her like this. I can’t believe. . . How do you know she
just didn’t send you to talk to me to save her career?"
Cory took her
hand away. "Look, I love my job and so does Taylor, but we love each other more.
Don’t let your misguided loyalty to me push us further apart than we already
are. You can’t make me choose between the job, you and her. There’s no
competition. She’ll win every time. I’m happy, Barb. Happy, and you trying to
break us apart won’t make us friends again. It’ll make us enemies." There’s
got to be something more to this why are you doing this, Barb? Help me
understand. Cory pleaded with her eyes.
Barb turned away. How
could she do this to me, damn it! I need her! I can’t survive this job without
her. We were friends first. I can’t lose that I can’t. There’ll be nothing." Her
head jerked back to the blonde’s face. The older woman’s eyes glittered, and she
asked softly, shakily, "What about me? After you two became chummy, you barely
talked to me anymore. If I didn’t disapprove, would you still be my partner in
the field since I’m back or would you dump me for her there too?"
She
rubbed her hand over her chest and continued to speak. "What about me? I need
you too. I don’t have anyone else. He doesn’t understand what I do or how I feel
when I do it. Only you have. I’ve been at this job for almost twenty years, and
I’ve suffered in silence most of the time. Thank God for vacations, but when you
came along. I had somebody who understood, who stood by me. Without you, I can’t
do this anymore, and I don’t know how to do anything else! So, What about ME!?"
She shouted and her voice broke. "You’re supposed to be my friend too!" Barb
stood up abruptly, almost toppling the table over. Jerking her purse over her
shoulder, she exited the booth and walked briskly toward the door.
Cory
pushed her hands through blonde hair and hung her head sadly. You were right.
I should have seen this coming, but you can’t put that kind of responsibility on
my shoulders, Barb. I think you know that you should of gotten out of this a
long time ago, and yes, I was a bad friend because I never saw it. It was hidden
behind the sense of humor and teasing smile. Maybe I am blind, at least when it
comes to you. How did you get past a head doctor with the mess going on in your
head? Maybe you told ‘em what he needed or wanted to hear, eh Barb? The big
question now is what am I going to do about this. The blonde rubbed her
forehead and scrunched up her nose in deep thought. I have to see if I can
convince you to get some real help. Cory got up and deposited her cup in the
waste basket before making her way out.
Taylor swivelled her chair around to face away from the door. She heard a
brief knock before Shelley let herself in. "I’ve got your tea, but there are no
messages."
"Thanks for the tea, and as for the messages, I don’t think I
could deal with anyone right now, anyway." Her voice was low,
guarded.
Shelley sat the steaming cup at the end of the admin’s desk. She
had never been one to pull punches, and she wasn’t going to start now. "I know
about you and Cory, or rather, I suspected."
Taylor stiffened. Ah,
geez, I really don’t need this right now. "And?"
Knowing the
admin thought she disapproved, the assistant answered quickly, "And I think you
two are good for each other despite what the policy dictates."
Taylor
grunted outwardly, but on the inside, she sighed with relief. "How did you
know?" She ask curiously.
Shelley shrugged even though no one could see
it. "There’s an intensity wrapped around you two. A lot of people probably
wouldn’t catch it unless they’re really looking."
"Mmm," I wonder how
many people are looking?
Don’t know. Just be careful. LS
whispered in the presence of her counterpart.
She turned the chair
around, now facing the older woman. "Thanks for your approval, but we didn’t
need it. Although as a friend, it means a lot."
Their eyes met and held.
Shelley nodded and turned to go. She stopped when her hand wrapped around he
knob. "Barb knows."
With troubled eyes, Taylor glanced at the assistant.
"I know. I’m trying to be positive about this. I told Cory that she would come
around eventually, but I really don’t know. The look on her face. . ." The dark
head shook in trepidation.
Shelley nodded again. "I know. She’s not
seeing what she needs to see, and I think something’s. . .torn inside. She’s
been here for a long, long time, and she latched on to Cory very quickly. Maybe
the job is getting to her."
The admin blew out a shaky breath and pinched
the bridge of her nose. "Well, Cory and her are out talking right now. When they
come back, I’m gonna see if I can open her eyes a little wider."
Without
another word, Shelley ventured into her own office. Taylor turned the chair back
toward the window and leaned back, waiting and hoping that this wasn’t the
shoe.
Barb charged through the glass door. The look on her face was one
of determination as she headed for the admin’s office. Once there she stopped
abruptly at the closed door. What am I doing? Did Cory really mean what she
said? She shook her head to clear it of questioning thoughts then knocked on
the door.
Still not bothering to turn around, Taylor called out, "Come
in."
Barb let herself in and stood silently in front of the desk. What
do I say to you? How do I end this hold you have over her?
The
silence at her back made the little hairs on the back of the admin’s neck
prickle. Without hesitation she swung around to face her visitor. Taylor held
her breath and released it slowly. Okay, let’s not make things worse. I need
to handle this with kid gloves. "Barb."
The other brunette walked
closer. "What did you do to her?" She asked accusingly.
I knew this
was coming. Maybe the truth would help. "I hurt her and myself, and she
loves me anyway."
"What is she to you?" Barb moved closer, hoping to see
in the admin’s eyes with her own clouded vision.
"I love her. She’s done
so much for me. . ." Taylor shook her head. "She’s changed me."
The older
woman blinked in confusion. The other woman smacked of sincerity, but it just
couldn’t be. Her eyes held. . . "You expect me to just take your word for that?"
Barb spat out.
Studying the other woman, the admin canted her head to
the side. She’s only seeing what she wants. "No, I expect you to take
Cory’s word for that. She’s your friend, isn’t she?" Taylor took her hands from
the desk and let them hang over the sides of the chair as they opened and closed
nervously.
Barb shrugged and sank down into one of the chairs. "She’s
supposed to be, but she forgot about me."
The admin shook her head. "No,
you’re wrong there. She talked about you all the time. She said she even called
you, but you wouldn’t return the call."
The shorthaired brunette let her
head hang. She didn’t have an answer for that one.
Taylor continued.
Am I getting to her? "You know she was going through her own problems and
was just cleared to go back in the field. Wasn’t it okay to concentrate on
herself for a little bit? I wanted to stay away, but I couldn’t. She’s under my
skin." The other woman still hadn’t looked up. "What is she to you,
Barb?"
The older caseworker heard the question reverberate through her
head. A friend. A savoir. A crutch that keeps me going in this mess.
Slowly, she moved her head back to a natural position. Her voice was soft,
craggy. "She’s the only one that understands what we see day in and day out. I
can’t go to my husband. He has no idea. She cares so much about these people. I
wish I could still do that. I need her."
Taylor rewound what Shelley had
said a few minutes earlier. ’Maybe it’s the job.’ "Maybe Cory didn’t
understand the field as much as you think. I think she does now. She did care
too much, and she couldn’t separate herself from it. It’s vice versa for you
isn’t it? You care little but are so wound up in it that there’s no way out."
She added with insight.
What is she saying? "I don’t understand
what you mean."
Sitting up straight, Taylor leaned forward. "I’m saying
that Cory isn’t your way out. She maybe your way in deeper, and you have to find
your own way." Maybe you hit the nail on the head with this one, and she
needed to hear it.
Barb’s eyes widened. Is this true and I
couldn’t see it the whole time? She brought her hands together in her lap
and wrung them. "I don’t know. I just don’t know."
Hoping she was getting
through, Taylor added, "Look this is all up to you. You have to decide to get
the help you need or to destroy a friendship. Either way I’m not leaving her,
and you shouldn’t either. Think about this."
Barb said nothing as she
leaned forward and pillowed her face in her hands. The admin waited patiently,
hoping the outcome would be a good future for them all.
Cory entered the
building and made her way down the rows of cubicles. She stopped to speak with
caseworkers that called her and turned down cases for the day. She had Barb to
handle, to help.
The blonde made her way to the back and saw that her
friend’s desk was empty. Her eyes zeroed in on the admin’s closed office door.
Are you in there, Barb? Are you turning this into a bigger mess than it
already is? You need help, my friend. Maybe I can help you see
that.
Without preamble, Cory knocked on the door then opened it
without waiting for an answer. Almost immediately, pale blue captured her gaze.
With that one look they spoke volumes, telling each other, "I’m glad you here. I
need your help."
Barb had not turned around, but she figured from the
admin’s silence that it was Cory. The brunette waited to see what was going to
happen. A second later, her body jerked in surprise, when small hands encased
her shoulders then squeezed.
Cory held on a minute more before letting
go. She kneeled beside the chair and looked up at her friend. "Barb?" Eyes
turned to her. "I see where you were coming from, but it’s not the right way. Do
you see that?"
Brown eyes glanced upward to catch pale blue before they
steered back down. "Yeah, I think I do." The caseworker answered
quietly.
A little shocked, Cory looked up at her lover in surprise. "Then
you understand that you can’t help anybody this way, especially yourself. Taylor
didn’t take me away from you. I was always here, only dealing with my own mess.
Now, we have to deal with yours, and I promise to be there too. You have to get
some help, Barb from the right doctor this time."
The brunette nodded. "I
know, but I just don’t want to do it alone." Her voice was soft but full of
emotion.."
Cory grasped the arm closest to her. "No, and you won’t be.
I’ll be here, and so will Taylor if you let her. She’s pretty good with this
kind of thing." Two sets of eyes held azure ones. The admin nodded and smiled
slightly. I’ll do whatever I need to do.
The blonde stood up, but
not before taking her friend’s hand. "My doctor is good, but it would be a
conflict for you to see her. Maybe she can recommend someone. I cancelled my
appointment for this afternoon, but she should still be in. I’ll call and see if
she can help."
A couple of phone calls later. Cory had gotten Barb and
preliminary evaluation by Dr. Kane for the next morning. "We were lucky." She
put down the phone. "He had a cancellation for tomorrow. I’ll go with you if you
want?"
Barb nodded, feeling shame set in. Her head hung. "I can’t believe
you two are doing this for me after what I tried to do. I’m so sorry about that.
I guess I was lying to myself the whole time I was seeing Dr. French. I told
myself the monsters were getting smaller." She let out a bark of derisive
laughter. "When the whole time I guess I was just becoming. . . more blind to
the whole situation."
She glanced at them both. "I’m not going to lie,
but I’m jealous of what you two seem to have. I think because I never allowed
myself to really open up to you, Cory. I guess it’s something else I just need
to get over."
Cory walked behind the admin’s desk and leaned against her
lover’s chair. "Whatever it is and whatever you need. We’re here."
An
awkward silence fell on them, and Taylor was the first to break it. "Barb, you
are free to stay out the day at your desk or you can go home."
The other
brunette smiled wanly. "Thanks, but I don’t think I need to be here right
now."
Cory added, "I can trail you home if you want?"
"Yeah,
thanks." The caseworker got up to leave with Cory close behind. As they exited
the door, the blonde turned, "I’ll be back in a little bit. I think we have some
talking to do. Whatever you did, thank you so much." The petite caseworker gave
her lover a bright smile and was out the door.
Taylor watched it close.
"I did what I needed to do, sweetie." She whispered.
They sat at the kitchen table, talking of old times, old cases, and old
laughs. Before long, the talk became serious. "Would you really have ended our
friendship?" Barb asked.
Cory nodded sadly. "Things were all wrong with
what you were saying, so I’d have to say yes. Taylor’s very important to
me."
Barb swallowed. "She means that much to you so soon?"
The
blonde chuckled, "Yeah, I think it started from the first day we met and just
took off from there."
The brunette’s mouth opened, closed, then opened
again. "I want to be happy for you. I am somewhere inside. It’s just hard right
now."
Cory took the other woman’s hand and squeezed it. "I know, but I’m
gonna be here regardless."
The older woman gave her friend a soft smile
in response before adding. "You see this face, Kid? This is my Thank you face.
I’m going to be wearing it for a while so get used to it." Barb squeezed the
blonde’s hand back. Soft chuckles followed.
A little over an hour later,
Cory let herself into the admin’s office. Eyes met, without saying a word, the
blonde sauntered around the desk and sat in the brunette’s lap. She looked down
at the chiseled face and traced from eyebrow to chin. "You’re unbelievable do
you know that?"
Taylor blushed but didn’t do a thing to hide it. I
love how you see me, Cory. Makes me feel so tall and humble at the same
time. She smiled slightly. "If you say so."
The blonde leaned forward
until she was a whisper away from full lips. "I know so." She brushed the
admin’s lips with her own. Smiling into the kiss, she murmured a ‘thank you’ and
brushed lips a few more times.
Taylor chuckled when the kiss broke. "You
know, if someone comes in here, we’ll be caught with our pants down so to
speak." She raised a brow at her lover.
Cory tapped the brunette’s chin.
"After all that just happened, I don’t think I really care
anymore."
Taylor wrapped her arms around the caseworker. "I know what you
mean. After that scare and what came out of it, everything else is
cake."
"Yeah" Cory paused for a minute. "What did you say to Barb
anyway?"
Taylor shrugged, "Probably nothing you wouldn’t have said during
an intervention. Shelly helped out a lot."
A fair brow rose in perfect
parody to her lover’s. "Intervention? And which Shelley are we talking
about?"
"Yeah, intervention sort of without the loved ones. A singular
intervention I guess if there is such a thing. Many skills. . .uh from college
that I don’t use, and Big Shelley. . the one, um, in there." She stuttered under
the green gaze and pointed toward the side door. As an afterthought, she added,
"She knows about us."
Cory smirked. "Ah, she knows a bit of everything
just like I’m beginning to think you do, sweet—tie. Somebody is a real smarty.
Many skills, yeah I believe it."
Trying to change the subject from
herself and nerd status, the admin interjected, "Um, so you ready for this
afternoon?"
"Don’t you dare. . ." She poked her lover in the shoulder.
"Try to change the subject, but yeah, I think I am."
Devising another
way to switch topics, Taylor grasped the back of her lover’s head and leaned up
to capture still moist lips. Cory whimpered at the tongue begging for entry then
opened her mouth with a gasp. By the time the kiss ended they were both winded.
"Wooo, um what were we talking about . . . again?" The blonde asked
breathlessly.
Taylor smiled cryptically. "Don’t know." Mission
accomplished.
Chapter XLV: A Tangle with Red Tape
They entered the doors of the Merrilville Library and found their way
to the meeting rooms. Still outside the room, Taylor gave her lover a pat near
the small of her back for support, as she pushed to door open. The room was
bustling with activity that seemed to die down as the pair entered. Cory
immediately felt a sinking feeling assaulting her stomach. Something’s wrong
here.
The Board members that were up, silently found their seats as
Cory pulled out her own. Burton, the Chairman, cleared his throat and banged his
gavel. "Okay, let this meeting come to order with a reading of the minutes and
conclusion of any old business." He loosened his expensive looking tie and
leaned back in his seat.
Everyone was silent as the minutes were read,
and they were just as so when there was a call for old business. Taylor resisted
the urge to fidget in her chair. Something is just not right. Hang in there,
Cory. She wanted to wrap her arm around the blonde but smiled down at her
instead. Green eyes looked up at her, hesitantly, and Taylor read what was in
them. She feels it too. Whatever is going on here.
Burton cleared
his throat once more. "For new business, some of you have brought to my
attention, Ms. Donovan’s actions on June 16th, and its impact you think it could
have on the agency.
Cory stiffened. What the hell is going on here?
Impact? Curious and wary, Cory leaned forward to hear better. Out of the
corner of her eye, she saw the admin do the same.
"Yes, I do." Myra said
through pursed lips and pinched face. "While we didn’t see what Ms. Donovan saw
that day, I think we can all agree that she or Ms. Wilson probably shouldn’t
have been there that day at all. It was a CPS matter, and because of her out
burst, the whole situation could shine badly on us."
There was a loud
murmur as someone else spoke up. Gavin, a younger but just as polished member
added, "I for one don’t agree. We don’t know the circumstances to begin with,
and what Ms. Donovan did could not possibly reflect badly on us. She stood up
for children and called for reform within CPS, not us. I don’t see how it has
any bearing on us at all." There was another murmur, and then shouts of
agreement and disagreement.
Cory watched the back and forth action like a
patron in a tennis match with mouth hanging open and eyes wide. This is the
biggest crop of bullshit I have ever heard. The blonde caseworker turned to
her lover, seeing the muscle ticking in her jaw. She was just as incredulous.
Taylor took it all in with flaring nostrils and growing anger. What the hell
is wrong with these people? They want to help but not too much if their asses
are hanging too close to the fire. She moved her legs allowing their thighs
to brush, hoping to provide some stability in the situation.
There was a
banging of the gavel by the Chairman. His voice boomed. "I think we should hear
from Ms. Donovan before we proceed any further on this matter."
Cory
stood up. She didn’t mask her anger, but she did put a leash on it. "Thank you
for allowing me to speak before I’m completely buried in this." She pushed her
chair in and began to pace. " We work closely with a myriad of agencies in this
region, and CPS is a major one, and I was called upon by a colleague to do a
consult. Frankly, it sounded suspicious so I conferred with Ms. Wilson." She
touched the back of the admin’s chair.
"And she agreed with me that we
should proceed cautiously. When we got there, we could both see that the
situation was already out of our hands. We called the police and handled it. I
talked with the casemanager from CPS told her of the events I’m sure she
suspected were going on, but not to that degree. She was overrun with case after
case, and this particular one had fallen low on the priority list." Cory walked
away from the admin’s chair and latched her hands behind her back aware of eyes
following her.
"She told me what should have been obvious to this Board
and all that work with CPS. They are grossly underpaid, overworked, and
understaffed. I chose to comment on this matter to the press. What’s that
saying? The people have the right to know." The blonde stopped and took a
breath, amazed at her control even though her insides were boiling. She wanted
to yell and shake each one until their eyes swam back in their heads. She
swallowed it all in the face of diplomacy. Taylor had taught her well. "What I
said and what CPS has become does reflect on this agency because we work with
them, but isn’t it our responsibility to point out those flaws to whoever will
listen so things can be changed?"
Cory shrugged and spread her hands
wide. "I mean, what happened didn’t just make CPS look bad, it reflected on all
social agencies. We should have been working together a long time ago to talk
with the mayor, local government as well as the state to make these changes
happen. That little boy is hot in the news right now, and a lot of people are
talking about him. But, what about the little boys and girls the press never
talk about? I don’t even understand your concerns. The publicity isn’t going to
stop referrals or people from the community from coming in, or are you just
worried about how you look period?"
Myra jumped up. "That was out of line
Ms. Donovan. It’s not our responsibility. . ."
Cory interrupted, "How can
you say that when it reflects how we help people. If other agencies aren’t up to
par, who the hell are we helping when we refer clients to them and vice versa? I
don’t understand what there’s even to discuss."
Gavin stood up and
adjusted his tie. "Are you saying that we’re really not out to help anyone but
are just going along with the prestige it brings us?" He asked incredulously.
The blonde caseworker crossed her arms over her chest. "I didn’t, but
you just did."
The gavel banged as Burton stood up. That is enough, Ms.
Donovan."
A little alarmed, Cory scanned the room to see hostile eyes.
She found a pair of pale blue that radiated pride. It pushed her on. "No, it’s
not. You can call me out of line, but I mean to finish what I’m saying. You
people say you want to help, but before Taylor came along you were running
archaic groups with out dated material, and doing a number of other things that
seemed a little detrimental to the cause. It’s the same thing here. Something
needs to be changed because kids shouldn’t be dying. With all the clout that’s
sitting here, surely one of you can and want to do something about it." She
glanced at them all accusingly. There was dead silence.
After a moment,
Cory sat back down and sighed as a familiar hand gripped her thigh under the
table. She put her hand over the admin’s and squeezed. Cory watched and waited
as silence permeated the entire room. Heads hung in what she hoped was shame and
not anger. The Chairman finally spoke. "Well, Ms. Donovan had a lot to say some
of it very valid and some of it out of line. I think her point is well taken. I
for one am not here for the status it brings me in the community. You all know
the situation with my son. That’s why I’m here. I don’t know about the rest of
you." He nodded his head toward the blonde caseworker. "Ms. Donovan, I’ll be
glad to see what I can do."
There were mumbles and shifting as two Board
members, Myra and Gavin, got up to leave. They all watched them go without a
word. Burton banged the gavel. "Shall I assume that the remaining members are
interested in this situation?" Nods and smiles came from the five remaining
members. "Good, good. We may need to start by putting a fire under the mayor. As
for the presentation planned for today, it can not happen without all members
present. Maybe next time Ms. Donovan."
Once back in the car, Taylor
looked over at the petite blonde with a satisfied smirk. "You’re the one that’s
unbelievable. I wanted to jump up and pummel them all for even calling you out
like that." She reached over to grasp a hand, bringing it to her lips for a
kiss. "But, I knew you could handle it." Glad you’re on my side now. "You
did real good, Cory."
The blonde blushed. "I don’t even know how I did
it. At first, I wanted to kick a few heads, but I don’t know. I just knew that
screaming and yelling wouldn’t get my point across. Some of those people back
there respect professionalism. It’s what I had to give them." I learned it
from you. Cory squeezed the hand holding hers. "You’re rubbing off on me,
you know?"
Taylor raised a brow. How does she do that? "Why do you
do that? One minute I’m telling you how great you are, and the next you’re
making me feel ten feet tall."
Cory shrugged and smiled. "Don’t know. I
guess I’m trying to show how you affect me. You make me feel like I could tackle
anything, change anything."
The admin kissed the blonde’s palm again. "I
know what you mean."
The caseworker scrunched her brow as the admin
started the car. She rewound what the Chairman had said. "What happened to his
son?"
The brunette pulled out of the parking lot. "I don’t know all the
details, but apparently he ran away. Got all the way to another county before
they picked him up as a runaway, but no one knew who he was. There was no APB or
anything put out on him till later. Burton’s wife wouldn’t face up to it, and he
was out of town himself. She never contacted the police. He did when he got
home, but it didn’t help."
" The kid had disguised himself and ended up
in foster care. Whatever family he was with, he was there about a month. By that
time the foster father had beat him so much he barely talked anymore. He sort of
got lost in the shuffle with the county CPS. By the time they put two and two
together, the kid was pretty mess up. Burton got him back, divorced his wife,
but the kid been in intensive therapy since then."
Cory cringed. "Damn,
no wonder he was eager to help."
"Yeah, no wonder."
Chapter XLVI: The Wonder That is Morning
Taylor’s groan was deep, soulful and breathless, "Cor-y. . .love
you." Her body continued to jerk in reaction as it came down from heights she
was fast becoming accustom to. She detached trembling hands from the headboard
and searched for any kind of contact with her lover.
Cory placed one last
kiss on damp, dark curls. She licked the residual sweetness from her lips and
crawled up the admin’s body until her head found a home pillowed on the dewy
skin of the brunette’s abdomen. A small hand snaked down, cupping Taylor’s sex
and grinding down slightly, enjoying the whimpers that ensued as the admin’s
large hands found purchase in blonde tresses. The caseworker placed a small kiss
in the middle of her lover’s ribcage and whispered. "Love you too."
Cory
ignored her own renewed arousal because giving pleasure was its own type of
satisfaction. She hummed and her head turned to the side to peer at the clock.
Thirty minutes until the alarm went off. They had time for a little more sleep.
The blonde heard her partner’s breathing slow and felt her heart beat returning
to normal, knowing sleep would soon follow. Cory closed her eyes basking in the
afterglow and the closeness they shared. It gave her strength to face the world
in the morning to know that she was loved like this, cherished like this. You
make me feel almost invincible. Her own breathing slowed as the sandman did
his job.
They both jumped with a start when the blonde’s phone rung
minutes later. Cory let out a little squeak and tried to burrow into the admin’s
chest. Taylor tried to slow down her now racing heart as she got accustomed to
the waking world. She felt the caseworker clawing into her but successfully
calmed her with a shhh and a touch. The phone rung again and as if it were
customary, Taylor reached for it.
Cory looked up at her lover bleary
eyed. "It’s got to be my mother. No one else would call this early unless
something happened with Barb."
The admin brought it to her ear and
mouthed, "We’ll see."
The brunette cleared her throat.
"Hello?"
"Well good morning. I trust my daughter is there with you, and
you’re treating her well?" Brenda Donovan asked cheerily.
Taylor’s eyes
widened, and she opened her mouth to speak while looking down at the very naked
caseworker. "Well, um, she’s. . ."
Hearing her mother’s voice, Cory
snatched the phone and gave the admin a look that would curdle milk. She put her
hand over the mouth piece and whispered, "No comments about my nakedness this
morning thank you or about what we just did!"
The admin bit her lip and
blushed sheepishly, knowing that she had no idea what was about to come out of
her mouth. She pursed her lips and listened, hearing things like—"Oh, she’s
fine. She’s a little tongue tied but says hi, and we’re doing great." There was
also some laughter, and by the time the phone call ended, the alarm went off
blaring the static filled music. Taylor sighed in exasperation and reached over
to change the radio to a clearer station.
The admin wrapped her arms
around the blonde’s torso as the lounged leisurely. With her chin propped up on
her hands, Cory peered past perky breasts to blue eyes. "So my mom says hi, and
hopes that you’re not too tongue tied next time to talk to her." She stated with
laughter in her voice.
Taylor chuckled. "Uh, sorry about that. I think
it’s something about our situation when she calls that throws me off. Maybe next
time you hear from her, we’ll have some clothes on."
The blonde kissed
her way up the brunette’s torso. "Mmm, maybe, but I like as many no clothes
activities as I can get with you. So, she may be out of luck."
With
gentle, fingertips, the admin moved soft, blonde bangs from her lover’s
forehead. "Mmm , okay. That I don’t mind at all, but right now we need to get
up."
"Yeah, I know. I have to go with Barb to the head doc’s, and I have
a couple of cases I need to check on. You with me?"
The admin shook her
head regretfully, "Can’t this morning, but I’m free this afternoon. Can go with
you then."
Cory reared up and straddled the admin’s body. "Sure thing."
She pushed her hands toward the ceiling and stretched sensuously complete with
cat-like noises. The blonde pushed the hair out of her eyes and smiled down at
the admin. "Hey, let’s do something this weekend. Go out or something. You
game?"
Taylor traced from outside of the blonde caseworker’s breasts to
her waist and smiled at the resulting shiver. "Mmm-hmm, whatcha got in
mind?"
"Ohh, that felt good. Um, I don’t know. Let me think about it. We
can. . ."
The admin shushed her and reached over to turn up the radio at
the sound of Robert Akins’ name. They listened quietly as the radio announcer
went over the information about his death. Both blonde and ebony brows shot up
when they heard that Mayor King had prepared a statement on the matter. They
stared at each other in surprise at the sound of his voice.
"This issue
is not an old one but a delicate one. I’ve consulted with my staff as well as
leading concerned members of this community, but they did not tell me anything
that I wasn’t already aware of. Children are our future, and none of them should
die at the hand of sick people masquerading as caring foster parents. I would
like to see stricter guidelines for them as well as extensive background checks
to better ensure the safety of the children.
As for the matter of
overworked casemanagers, I would like to reiterate to all department heads that
there are mandatory vacations that city workers have to take. It is against the
law to deny them of this.
We are just one city in a county, and we must
work together to make sure this doesn’t happen again. Ideas like this should be
taken to the state level as well as be passed on to other states who are
experiencing the same problems. This can not keep happening, and I will do what
I can to make sure it doesn’t."
The speech was interrupted by the
announcer, reminding listeners of Cory’s interview days before. After a few
seconds more, it went to the weather. Cory crawled off her lover’s body and sat
on the edge of her bed. "Well, that was interesting, and I guess it’s a start.
He can’t really promise anything, but I guess it is something. Burton works
fast, huh?"
Taylor scooted until she was beside the blonde. She draped an
arm over her shoulder. "Yeah, he did, and it is a start, Cory. Maybe not much of
one, but it’s gotten a little more attention." She paused for a minute to think.
"Maybe we could check to see if there are any bills on the floor of state
legislature about this. We could talk to lobbyists for the cause if there are.
Maybe get some insight on where things stand?"
The blonde patted a naked
thigh. "Sounds like a plan. We could get on the net this weekend and check
things out."
"Good idea, but I’ll go one up on you. Let me throw my
position around and call some people this morning. See what I come up
with."
Cory smiled and leaned in for a kiss. "You’re good to have around.
I think I’ll keep ya."
Cory stood outside her own car as Barb got into hers parked in her own
driveway. "You sure about this. I’ll be more than happy to drive you and wait
for you."
Barb shook her head as she opened her car door. "No, I
appreciate you going with me because I’m a little nervous about this new doctor,
but I think I need to leave under my own steam."
Cory nodded and
continued to study her friend. "If you’re sure? Then let’s get going. Remember
I’m just a page or phone call away."
The brunette smiled slightly. "I
know, Kid, but I have to start somewhere."
The blonde caseworker watched
the older woman get into her car as she opened her own door. I hope we end
somewhere good.
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