Stay Silent (2 page)

Carla lingered a few minutes and then moved on to the endcap, still keeping a watchful eye and without saying an official “goodbye” type statement.  Normally she might say something like, ‘keep up the good work’ or ‘it’s almost quitting time’.

Finally Chloreene finished up and when she looked up, Carla was not there.

After work Chloreene met up with a long time acquaintance.  Most people would consider someone a friend or not after a long time but not Chloreene.  She was the type of person that could know someone 10 years, see them at least once a week but still consider them an acquaintance.

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Chloreene woke up to the sound of chirping birds and bright rays of sunshine coming through the very thin red curtains.  The smell of bacon frying and coffee brewing filled the air. 
Maybe I’ve died and gone to heaven…

Smiles, everyone… SMILES
This was what a Fantasy Island moment looked like. A beautiful girl cooking food for me.

“Tracey, I didn’t know you cook…”

“I do LOTS of things..” She smiled showing her beautiful dimple. She looked like Tiffany Amber Thiessen’s twin.  She was gorgeous and beautiful in every way.  I never knew she liked girls… if I had any idea this could have been going on for a much longer time… Chloreene smiled to herself. Chuckling out loud. Just happy with herself.

Tracey looked happy too.  She smiled showing all her teeth as she pet Brownie who was a bit freaked out by all the action in the apartment lately.

Suddenly a flash of anger crossed across Tracey’s face.

“You know Chloreene, I’ve got a lot of things to do today.  I better get going.” As she moved to get up, Chloreene grabbed her hand.

“I really like you… I do really but, I’ve got to meet someone today.. actually I have to…”

“...to what?”

“I have to tell somebody something, actually, well really I have to break up with someone.”

“You have a boyfriend?”

“Yes, kind of…”

“What do you mean, you either do or you don’t”

“Fine then, I do.  I have a boyfriend.”

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Tracey packed a bag, quickly. Carefully.  It was super important to pack light but thoroughly. 
Just one last quick trip.  The money.  Keep remembering the money.  How much better things will be when I get one last hit of that money.

Tracey got to the airport with plenty of time.  Whew, security was a breeze for once.  No problem whatsoever.   Tracey picked up a discarded newspaper.  She’d been reading for quite a while when Melinda walked up to her and sat down.

“Hey baby”

“Hey” followed by a quick peck on the cheek.

“Where were you last night?”

“Oh, I got a little busy with an old friend.  Things got a bit carried away so I just stayed over…”

“Oh” Melinda looked suspiciously at Tracey.  “Do I know this ‘old friend’? Why didn’t you tell me to come over???”

“It wasn’t like that…”

“Oh really…” Melinda was suspicious and definitely NOT happy.  Not a great way to start a vacation.

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Chloreene was so confused.  No where to turn, nothing made any sense.
Why are these women so messed up?

Chloreene went into work. Her shift continued on without incident.  When she got home she tried to give Tracey a call.  There was no answer.  Her mind was still on Melinda but the way she had left in a hurry left Chloreene hurt and confused.  The time with Tracey was also strange but at least fruitful.

The  days passed.  Dragging on day by day.  Chloreene knew Melinda was on vacation but what about Tracey?  Why hadn’t she called or picked up her phone?

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Melinda sat in the sun, her large breasts on display and attracting the attention of all the men poolside.  She was propped up, opening and closing her legs, giving little sneak peeks of her sweet spot.  Again attracting a LOT of attention. Every so often she would lift her triangle top to check on her tan and expose herself quite shamelessly.  The men delighted in this and she smirked knowingly.

Tracey was so tired of men learing at Melinda.  Her frustration was two fold, first off, Melinda was HER lady, men did not have the right to stare but they did anyway.  Secondly, why did Melinda always crave so much attention from men? If she were truly happy she would not need to always be the center of attention in a sexual way.

Tracey did have choices.  She’s always been an attractive girl but just never seemed very feminine or of interest to the opposite sex. That had never been a problem as she much preferred the company of pretty ladies.  Tracey decided she’d give them a bit of a show so she moved in for a kiss.  Melinda seemed in the mood and they tongue kissed for a second before Tracey whispered to her, “let’s go upstairs”.

When they got in the room, Melinda took out her earbuds from her iphone.  The music blared out of it and Melinda started a sexy strip tease.

Tracey took a seat to enjoy.  Melinda started off doing her peek-a-boob trick from the pool. She kept her top on and gave a little peek on her bottom. Her bikini line was perfect, petite and well kept.  She didn’t waste too much time and showed off all her orifices.  Bent over the dresser, she fondled herself from behind, beckoning Tracey to come over and satisfy her orally which Tracey was happy to oblige.  Melinda was so tight and light pink, she was a beauty in every way.  She did like to get to the business early on. She wasn’t one to linger on a thought for too long.  When she came she’d growl and grunt like a wild animal.  She tended to be a selfish lover but every once in a while she could surprise and be a lustful but considerate partner. After so many years together it was easy to understand each other’s moods and preferences.

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Tracey left the room late in the night when she was sure Melinda was asleep.  Melinda was a cool girl but she could not handle certain types of information.  It was best this way, she’d be less nervous and not attract unnecessary attention.

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The day dragged on like so many others. Another short shift at work.  Another quick take-out dinner, her only meal of the day.  Tomorrow was pay day which was good news since rent was due.  Chloreene got lucky to live in an owner-occupied building where she could just hand in her rent in cash on the day it was due.  So many of her friends had to send in checks always wondering if that check would clear in time.

As she walked up the flights of stairs, she said hello to every tenant that had a door open.  Seemed everyone liked to keep their doors open and have fans blowing the air through their apartments this time of year.

One of the perks of living on the top floor was a little more privacy from passersby.  When Chloreene was unlocking her two heavy locks, Mrs. Munoz peeked out her door curiously.  She motioned for Chloreene to come in but Chloreene did not want to.  It had been a long day with a lonely night ahead and Chloreene did not feel like answering any questions.

Mrs. Munoz got up from her chair and got in Chloreene’s face. “Where you go this summer?” Mrs. Munoz spoke in broken English and would be hard to understand for many people but not for Chloreene.  She was used to her and vice-versa.

“I’m not going anywhere Mrs. Munoz.  There’s some time to think about it though.  I have a few months ahead of me.”

“Oh.  You should go somewhere.  So young.  When are you getting married?”  Mrs. Munoz asked these very questions several times a month.  Chloreene tried to remain upbeat and answer cheerfully but it did get old. 
Maybe this is why no one comes to visit her.

“I have to go inside now Mrs. Munoz. I’ll talk to you later.” Chloreene carefully closed the door in her face and locked it.  She just could not deal with a nosy neighbor right now.

Chloreene ate her chinese food. ½ fried chicken with fried which was her go to meal for the past 25 years.  The night went on without one call or text message.  Not even a ding from a facebook notification.

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A week later, Chloreene was sitting in the break room when a co-worker came in and said, “some lady is out here looking for you”.  Chloreene went out and there was Tracey.  “hey girl… long time no see.” Tracey extended out for a hug and Chloreene hugged back. “I thought you were mad at me or something.  Where you been?”

“I actually went on a quick vacation. I’m back now though.” Tracey smiled a big toothy smile.  “Can I come over later?”

Chloreene tried not to scream out “YES!” but she’s pretty sure it came out that way anyway.

The day flew by and Chloreene could hardly contain her excitement.  She used her credit card to buy frozen meatballs, bowtie pasta and tomato sauce and some other odds and ends.

She’d totally forgotten that she had to lug all this stuff home and up the stairs. She finally got to the top flight. Of course she had to first get through the gate keeper, Mrs. Munoz. “Hi Mrs. Munoz” Chloreene said waving.  Mrs. Munoz did not look up today, she stared off into the distance.

Chloreene hustled inside to prepare the food. She’d never been much of a cook but this was a VERY special occasion.  She had not heard from Tracey for so long she’d thought she’d done something wrong or did not
tickle her fancy
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Tracey came in just as the meal was ready.  She was long, lean and tan and obviously interested in a repeat. Chloreene couldn’t be any happier. They ate and talked and discussed watching their mutually favorite television show which had a marathon on.

Somewhere in the third or fourth episode of
The Walking Dead
Tracey reached out and grabbed Chloreene’s hand.  Chloreene felt electricity pulse through her body.  There was a time when a man’s touch made her feel that way but that had been a while.  They sat like that for a long time. Watching t.v. and  talking about what they thought might happen next. 

Tracey stayed over again and it was wonderful - again.  When Tracey was around everything seemed ok and possible. They were both mutually benefitting from the relationship but Chloreene could not help but think,
why now?

Chloreene had known Tracey for many years.  She’d always viewed her as a woman that liked men.  How did Tracey avoid my gay-dar all these years? I wonder if she’s known I liked girls all this time.  I thought it was obvious but maybe not? maybe that’s part of my problem.  If ladies don’t know I’m looking for more than friendship, then-

Tracey came out of the shower with nothing but a hand towel covering her front side. When she turned around she showed off her athletic bottom.

“Do you run?” Chloreene asked.

“Yes, I try to do at least 5 miles a day on the dreadmill”

“Dreadmill?”

Tracey smiled.

“So when will I see you again? I hope it’s soon…”

“How about tonight? is that soon enough?”

“Yes! tonight is perfect”

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The day could not be over with fast enough.  Although Chloreene had again been scheduled for another half shift, she was happy.  Her mind jumped at thoughts of being with Tracey.  She could not believe how fast all this was happening.

Chloreene showed up to Tracey’s house at the appointed time. She’d made a huge effort to look her best.  She stopped by Payless to buy a new pair of black ballet flats and was wearing a long floral flowing dress. Very casual but feminine, which was outside of the norm for Chloreene.  She’d always been a bigger, athletic build kind of girl. Men often tried to get with her but no one ever wanted a long term relationship which really hurt Chloreene’s feelings.