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Living the Dream, part 21 By: Malissa Madison Rachel tossed and turned, how was she ever supposed to sleep. "Will you relax already?" asked Kiki. "You've already been over everything a hundred times." "Tell me I'm not dreaming, they know I'm not even close to sixteen yet right?" she looked at the empty bed in the room. "Michelle isn't back yet, I better get her homework up loaded for her." "She'll be here in the morning, now take a chill and just relax," Kiki reminded her. "I'm sorry Kiki I tried but I just can't relax enough," complained Rachel. Kiki ripped her covers back. "Well if you have that much extra energy to burn I know a way you can work it off." She crossed the room and slid under Rachel's covers her hand gently cupping a bare breast. "Geez your nipples are like so stiff," her mouth closed over one and her hand wandered downward. Suddenly Rachel flipped her full onto her back pushing her knee between her thighs. Kiki went suddenly passive as Rachel pinned both her arms together at the wrist above her head. Rachel quickly pushed her other knee between the now helpless girls thighs pushing them open. "Is this what you want Slut? Coming to my bed without any panties on, teasing my nipples." "Unnnhuh," moaned the older girl. "I, I want to feel your clit inside me." She rubbed her young breasts over Kiki's making her writh with desire, panting helplessly as her hips rocked to the younger girls motions. she slowly kissed her way down Kiki's neck, as she cried out softly, pleading to be taken. With a wicked grin, Rachel nipped at her nipples tugging each one between her teeth then letting it sip out to snap back. she pressed her self tight to the moist slit, teasing her as she continued to whimper with desire. Suddenly Kiki managed to get a hand free, and grabbed Rachel's hard clitty guiding it into her, the two set up a rhythm each giving as gpod as she got until Kiki stiffened arching her back upward as she spasmed. Then Rachel was straddling her breasts, milking her clit until she splattered her load of cum across the other girls face. Then both girls lay cuddling as they shared the creamy sauce. In her own Dorm room Malissa was on the phone. "Sophie, I still can't believe they are going to let a fourteen year old get her license tomorrow. Did you call Donnie? How's he handling it?" "Relax, I can kind of believe Rachel but Erika is only Twelve. That's got to make her the youngest legal driver in the state. Hell in the US." Just then there was a beeping on the line. "Hold on Sophie," I said. "I'm getting a call on the secondary line." I answered it. "Malissa? I just heard from Miss Clara, why didn't you tell me?" my Momma asked. "Momma I just found out about it when we got here. I'm still in the process of telling Sophie and trying to figure out how to tell Donnie our two oldest Daughters are going to be licensed tomorrow," I said. "What do you mean Two oldest?" Momma wanted to know. "Wait a minute Monica just got here with Vincent." "I'll call you back Momma," I said and switched back to Sophie. "I guess the cats out of the bag now, Our in-laws just showed up at Momma and Daddy's," I told her. "Yeah I can see the car from here, but what is Judge Ferris doing there?" she asked. "Judge Ferris? Are you sure?" "Yeah I'm sure. And it looks like that Camaro that was in the shop is on a trailer behind her Suburban." "The Pink one or the Blue one?" I asked suddenly. "It looks like the pink one but it's all sparkly like Julie," "That's Kiki's car, the one the girls have been working on," I informed her. "Brandi's is parked in the dorm lot." "Hold on Donnie is calling, I'm going to put us into conference call." The line clicked and suddenly there were three new voices on the line. "Malissa, hey love. I hope you don't mind I told Bernice it was ok with us if the girls got special treatment," Donnie said. "You did what, without talking to Sophie and I first?" I demanded. "Malissa, calm down Honey. I know this is unexpected," Judge Ferris said. "But if you want to be mad at anyone, be mad at Me. I started things rolling," "Why?" was all I could think to ask. "Think about it Dear. If they have their licenses they will have to be more careful to keep from losing them. Also it lessens the burden on everyone for carpooling, as well as makes them more open to asking a police officer for help if they get into trouble." I had to admit the lady judge had a valid argument. Still I was mad that Donnie had said yes without telling me first. Not that I would have said no or anything. "Look we have a second trailer over at the girls shop and Vincent wants to haul Erika's car up to her at the academy. So we're asking you for permission first," Monica said. "Momma, they're growing up too fast. I'm not ready for this," I said. "Malissa, I'm still not ready for you to be out on your own. I wasn't ready when you started driving the Bitch and racing at Rachel's age. I knew you were driving at Eleven. But you were always careful. But I think this is a good thing, besides it's kind of funny to see you reacting the same way I did when you decided to make me a Grandma," Momma said. "At least I don't have to worry about either of them making me a Great Grandma any time soon, so you should think about that too." "I, I just worry about them Momma." I was almost in tears now, suddenly aware of how my Momma must have felt when I was their age. "I'm sorry for all the worry I caused you Momma, I am." "Malissa, Sweetheart, I love you, and I wouldn't change a thing. Ok maybe one or two things but I'm still proud of you. And of them." "Thank you Momma," I said. "You're welcome Honey. We'll see you tomorrow," Momma promised. "Daddy should be back with that trailer and we're going to take Erika's car up to her." "Malissa are you still mad at me?" asked Donnie. "If she isn't I am," Sophie said. "You should have included us both and you know it. This was about being the spoiler and the hero. So you better buck up and figure out how you are going to make it up to us Mister." "Do I want to come home tomorrow?" he asked. "You'd better, Damnit. I have a lot of work to do on Cin and I need a Babysitter. And I don't want to ask one of our Momma's to do it." "Hey you need something just say the word," he told her. "We need you damnit," I told him. After a bit more of just the three of us talking Daddy broke in. "Malissa, do you know Detective Waters?" "Yes Daddy, they just hired him, he's transferring from Virginia," I told him. "An old friend of mine, Maddie Grey is setting up office here and they asked me about the house on the corner." "Daddy you met his wife Tiffany at Halloween. They're good people, and their kids are nice too," I told him. "That's all I needed to know Honey. Thank you. So what did you think of Maddie?" "She's Awesome Daddy. And you'll like Michelle too, maybe they could move into the old Duncan place. I think there are a couple of other women that work for her that might need a house as well," I said. "I'm revamping the office for their needs. And I think maybe one of them might have already beat me to the housing." "Oh? Which one Daddy?" I asked. "Denise Carver, she bought the Sanderson house, outbid me on it actually." He said. "Where do I know that name from?" "Daddy, if Maddie trusts her I do too. and she wasn't guilty either." "Oh, OH, yeah I know she couldn't have done all that. so that's how she knows Maddie." "Daddy?" "Yes Princess?" "I love you." "I love you too, now you better get some sleep. We'll see you at breakfast." The Dining hall was exceptionally noisy when I finally arrived with Tiffany and Sherry. Rachel and Denise were both waiting for us with a table and as we sat to eat, snippets of conversation kept breaking through the din of noise. "I heard the cops chased her like fifty miles and just gave up." "No way, her parents are rich that's why they let her drive her own car." "Have you ever seen her drive? She's like way awesome. And I'd let her drive me any day." "You're just jealous because you failed your early drivers exam." "Bitch!" Tiffany and Sherry giggled and I told them not to pay attention to those girls. Just then someone wrapped there hands around Kiki's eyes from behind. "Guess Who?" "Momma! What are you doing here?" she asked. "Now is that any way to greet your Momma who just brought you a car for your test today?" Judge Ferris sat down next to her daughter. "Mom, I already have a, What did you say?" Just then the two driving instructors and the states driving examiner walked in with Miss Clara. "Why is Dianna here?" "Kiki, I trust you're ready to drive today?" asked Dianna. "Ummm, yes Ma'am." She was clearly puzzled. "Good, then I will be scoring you, while Tabitha scores miss Pierce here. We'll be taking Janet along so she can score the other Miss Pierce. I trust you know how to drive the speed limit?" "Yes Ma'am," she gulped. And her mother and the three instructors wandered over to Miss Clara's table. Tiffany smashed up her eggs over easy and mixed them in with her hash browns, before spooning grape jelly into the mix. I took one look at her plate and was suddenly ill. I rushed as fast as I could toward the nearest restroom to throw up. I knelt in the floor hugging the seat, driving the Porcelain Bus when Tiff came in to check on me. "Are you ok Mommy?" "I'm fine Sweetie, it's just morning sickness," I assured her. "You got sick after looking at my plate. I'm sorry Mommy I won't do it again." "Tiff, Honey. I'm the one who taught you to do that. you go ahead and eat however you want to." "This is something that just happens when women get pregnant. It'll pass in a few weeks I promise." I could see she wasn't convinced. "I'll be back to eating the same way as before after the baby is born." We stood and watched as the girls got into their cars to begin their tests. My cell phone rang. "Yes Erika?" I answered it. "Momma why is my car here? Someone said Grandpa delivered it last night but he isn't here at the moment." "I'm sure he's talking with the Colonel. But sweetie, you need to relax, I'm sure that you'll do just fine during the test." "Test?" "That's right. Your driver's test, Rachel and Kiki should be there soon with the testers. Good luck Sweetie. I know you'll pass with flying colors." It was the longest three hours of my young life as I tried to concentrate on my classes. I was heading to lunch when I got a text. It was followed by another one. opening both texts I saw they'd taken pictures of each other in front of their cars holding their new licenses. Denise looked a bit depressed, but still happy for her sisters. "Honey, don't worry. We'll get you in the early drivers program as soon as we can. I know your Daddy has plans to teach you himself. You and Danny both." She hugged me tight. "I know Momma, but I don't even have a car yet to start learning." "Tell you what, you take your time and decide what kind of car you want and I'll buy it for you." I told her. "Momma Sophie already promised me that, but I can't decide." She said. "I like Daddy's car and Your car. But I'm not sure about getting something that old, I was kind of thinking of maybe a new one like Daddy's." She was biting her lower lip looking worried. I reached out curling my finger under her chin as I used my thumb to ease her lip out. "Do you want one with the new 'Hemi'?" I asked with a smile. "Yes Momma," she answered with a shy look in her eyes. "Then I guess all that's left to decide is what color you want." "Really Momma? You aren't disappointed that I don't want an old one?" "No Sweetie, and neither will your Daddy or Momma Sophie. But we will expect you to learn to take care of it for yourself. But we'll help you learn all that." I told her. "Do you know what Danny is thinking of?" Giggling she said, "We're twins Momma, so yes I know what he wants. But can we afford it Momma? I mean I can share with him." "Don't be silly Denise. Of course we can afford it, you just tell your Daddy what you want," I said. We headed off to our own classes and I waited, nervous until I heard Rachel had gotten back for the rest of her classes. I'd been afraid she would take advantage of her new license to skip the rest of the day. To say she was still excited would be a huge understatement. And she was getting lots of attention from upper classmen, mostly girls who'd already gotten their licenses in the early driver program. I was proud of her though, she didn't show off like some of the older girls who insisted on driving the two blocks from their Dorm to the Dining hall at dinner time. "It isn't good on the engine to drive such a short distance at that slow speed," she said when I asked her about it. "So Michelle, I expect you'll be the next one to get your license," I said. "Oh, I already have mine. I just don't drive here." "She has an International License Momma," Rachel said. "I learned to drive on the other side of the road," she giggled. "I keep forgetting. Besides the steering wheels are on the wrong side of the car here." We all just stared at her a moment then laughed. "So how was Oklahoma?" asked Rachel. "Not as interesting as San Diego, but at least it was fun. We even got you souvenirs." She passed out little trinkets, mostly key chains from the places they'd been. The rest of the week passed slowly, and there were lots of questions about Donnie during the Auto Maintenance class. And then in Tai Chi, Sherry and another girl Chrissie began emerging as competitors with each other. Both were very good for their age. I sat watching them feeling as if I was seeing myself at that age when the bench beside me shifted. "I told Chrissie to pay attention to Sherry," Diane said. I hugged her. "Thanks for taking over my classes while I was in the hospital. I think you did a great job," I told her. "Hey it was the least I could do." "You know I could really use an extra hand, and I'll need help later once I begin to really show," I said. "Do, do you really mean it?" "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't, you know me. Besides you were my only real competition." "We were good, weren't we?" she asked. "Do you ever miss it, competing I mean?" The girls were nearing the end of their routine. "Go put the music on. Let's show them what they can learn to do." Before I could react she grabbed my face between her hands and kissed my cheek. "Thank you." She was off the seat and across to the sound system in seconds. I motioned to Sherry who's eyes got big. And Chrissie darted over behind the bleachers to come out with the wooden case containing Diane's blades. The two carried our blade cases to the center of the gym floor. as the music started we both began our routine. Our movements flowing freely until we'd met in the center. Our blades came out with a clash and ring of steel. In the beginning we had minor timing issues but by the end, our movements were fluid and in sync with each other. Drenched in sweat we bowed to each other, then hugged. Only to be interrupted by a roar of applause. Blushing we both looked to see Miss Karen and a dozen teachers and most of the grade school students had been watching us. "Now that was a performance Ladies," Miss Karen stated. She motioned to us and we joined her after dismissing the class. "The Barton's Academy is issuing a challenge." She looked us both in the eyes. "They have a girl who's apparently learned the highlands routine Malissa did." "I, I can't. not while I'm pregnant," I told her. "I know Honey, but we're getting a lot of pressure from the others as well." "I'll do it, but I want Malissa to teach me," offered Dianne. "I'll teach it, but I want two more students as well. A Junior and a Sophomore, or a Freshman if you can find them." I hadn't heard the doors to the locker rooms open but Miss Karen motioned in that direction. Turning I saw all twelve members of the team standing there. Plus the backup members. Dianne giggled and made a motion with her hand and the opening to Butterfly Dawn began to play as she skipped happily across the floor to join them. Their movements were so graceful, so fluid, it was clear they'd spent long hours rehearsing the number. By the end my tears wet my cheeks. "Alright, I'll do it. There are twelve full time Kilties on the squad, plus the backups who are just as good," I began. "We'll need chopsticks to practice with." I really wasn't surprised to find that they had already gotten four sets and I laughed out loud. Of course they would have chopsticks, the middle school used them in some of their Dance routines. As we began I saw Sherry and some of the younger kids mimicking the movements and steps. But I decided not to say anything, they were having fun and not being pushed into it. Almost an hour later two of the older girls were still having trouble, I should have seen it coming but I was trying to concentrate on getting the last two full members chosen for the routine. Two minutes into the next round of practice Sherry and Charlene jumped in pushing the older girls out. "Why you little," began Janet Corel. But she'd already lost the rhythm and couldn't hope to step back into the dance, not without risking injury. "How did they learn to do that?" demanded Amanda Parsons. "It isn't something you can just do because you think you should," Rachel said. "You have to really want it. Isn't that right Momma?" "Rachel is right," spoke up Dianne. "You can't be thinking of the competition. Only the grace and beauty of the dance. Not the complexity." "This is Physical Art," I said. "Once you learn to appreciate the art form, then you can compete for the best creation of the art." I watched them go through it two more times, before we called it a night and I told them I wanted them to meet me at Five AM. I was going to break it down into separate segments for them to learn. Back in my room I burned each of them a CD of the music to keep. I was unprepared for the sight I found at breakfast after they'd all done the basics between Five and Six. Rachel and Sherry were the first two I noticed, their hair in pigtails with a pair of real chopsticks stuck through the base of each pigtail. By Friday those who weren't serious had dropped out there were now fifteen girls plus Sherry and Charlene. And all of them wore chopsticks through their pigtails. We told them to keep practicing as best they could during the next week as it was the Thanksgiving break. On the way home we stopped at the usual place so the girls could show off and visit a bit with older friends. But I made it short, I wanted to see Donnie. He sat on the porch as we pulled in one behind the other. Pushing the button for the garage door I saw Cinderella in the next stall. The hood was resting against the wall. Her engine sat in pieces on the bench with the block bolted to the engine stand. Three skunks stood at the baby gate in the doorway looking excited. Flora, Little Rachel, and Tadpole. As soon as the last car shut down Flora was over the top running to Rachel. "Hi Baby, did you miss Momma?" Rachel was kneeling down to pick her up when Donnie opened the baby gate. "Mommy, Mommy," Becca rushed to me. "I gotted all dirty," she giggled her grease stained hands and cheeks showing just as much evidence as her little dress. "I see that, have you been helping Mommy Sophie?" She giggled and said, "Shhh." Then ducked under the bench out of sight. "Oh Malissa, have you seen Becca? She refuses to get in the tub and get cleaned up," Sophie said in a frazzled voice. "I thought Donnie was helping you keep an eye on her." "Hey, I've been helping." He had a twin on each hip as he leaned in and kissed me with a smile. Taking DD,(Donnie David), I kissed him back. "So exactly how have you been helping watch Becca?" "He set her on your work stool and gave her a screwdriver and told her to have fun," pouted Sophie. "With one of my Carbs." Suddenly Becca shot out to hug my leg. "I taked it apart real good Mommy." Looking at my work bench I saw one of the Holley Carburetors in complete disassembly. "Daddy telled me how." "And you did a good job too," I said looking over the individual parts. Not wanting to mention the high port Needle valve was badly bent and would need to be replaced. But I didn't see the float on the bench, and was curious what had happened to it. "Well you're home now, I'm going to get in the shower." Sophie winked and headed back into the house. "Becca, you really did a number on this thing," commented Erika. "Yeah where's the float?" asked Rachel. "You know the thingy that goes here." she held up the fuel bowl. "I dropped it, and accidently stepped on it," she said in a scared voice as she took it out of her pocket. "I'm Sorry Mommy I didn't mean too." "Shhhh, We can get a new one Becca. And you can have this one to play with," I indicated the whole carburetor. "You'll be an ace Mechanic by the time you're old enough to drive," I assured her. Denise came out of the utility room into the garage. "Momma, we have company." I saw Trickster followed by my Heroin. "Donnie why didn't someone tell me?" "Malissa, forgive me. I told him I wanted you to be surprised. Besides I liked seeing you doing things like normal when you got home." We hugged and she picked up Becca in her arms. "And this one has been teaching me the names of your other pets." "Girls you know Miss," I was interrupted. "Please just call me Aunt Julie." "How long can you stay?" I asked hoping this wasn't just a quick stop to pick up Little Rachel. "I can stay until Wednesday morning. Then I need to go home and cook a turkey of my own." She smiled seeing how pleased I was. "Girls, remember discretion," I reminded our children. "I guess I better hurry and start dinner," I giggled. "I thought you might like to have a night off, I talked Sophie and Donnie into letting me order Chinese." She was eyeing the chopsticks in Rachel's pigtails but said nothing. Her eyes went up when she saw Sherry's. Rachel giggled, "We're official Clara's Academy Chopstick Girls." While she helped me give Becca a bath, I explained about the Tai Chi and the Chopstick Squad. "Oh I'd love to see that, isn't that what you did when you beat Chelsea, umm I mean Miss Karen's daughter Dianne?" "Yes only we're going to do it in a full Squad detail." "You know, the Kilties are doing a series of fund raising demonstrations at the Mall this weekend?" she asked. "No Ma'am I didn't. I bet my girls would love to see that though. But how did you find out about it?" "Beatrice Rose who is the current Squad Captain is my great niece," she smiled. "But they don't approve of Trickster, so I'm not staying with them while I'm here." "I hope you don't plan on staying in a Hotel, we have plenty of room," I offered. "Yes Sophie and Donnie insisted," she laughed. "And I accepted. It's so good to be able to just relax and visit." "Wait, Rose? As in Ginger Rose's daughter?" I asked. "You know her?" "My sister Pam was a Kiltie hopeful at the same time Ginger took over as the squads coach." After we ate Rachel asked, "Momma is it ok if Sherry and I go out by the pool and practice?" When they were finished Miss Julie said, "My heavens they could be Kilties. I'd like for Ginger to see them, but then I guess she will get to see the full squad next month." "I hope they're ready by then, but at least I think I have two that will be." I told her. The girls were excited about getting to see the Kilties live performance. And we let them go with Julie, while Donnie and Sophie took Denise and Danny shopping in a different direction. As they cruised past the Dodge dealership in Julie, Sophie asked, "Is that the one you were talking about Denise?" as she pointed to a line of new Dodge Challengers. "Yes Mom," answered Danny. "That's as close as we can get to Dads GTO in body style. Even if it isn't a Pontiac." Denise blushed realizing the two cars were made by different companies. "It's ok Sweetie, I knew which car you were talking about," Sophie told her. "Besides for a fuel injected engine, the new Hemi kicks ass." "But it isn't all the car or the engine," pointed out Donnie. "A good portion is the driver. That's why we plan to start you out as soon as possible even if you never get into Rat Racing. Sophie isn't as into it as Malissa is but still she can hold her own if she wants." They pulled into the lot and parked next to the show room doors. As Sophie got out she said, "Remember Donnie, it's my turn to spoil them." A salesman hurried out to them and started giving Donnie his sales pitch. "You're talking to the wrong person, this is my wife's day to spoil our children." The salesman looked confused noting the ages of the four people in front of him. "Oh, I can give you a good trade in on this old thing," he began. Reaching out her hand she caressed the drivers front fender. "Shhh, it's ok Baby, he doesn't know who you are." She turned back to the man, "I'm not here to trade in my Sisters car. I'm here to buy two new cars for my Daughter and Son." They spent nearly forty minutes looking over different models. "I really don't want a front wheel drive," Danny stated bluntly. "Oh but the front wheel has better advantages over the rear wheel. For instance you can't spin a front wheel out on ice like you can a rear wheel," said the salesman. He noticed Denise's wavering. "Care to put your money where your mouth is?" challenged Sophie. "I've seen it done every day, and not just on ice." "Well I've never seen it done before," he tried to defend his stand on the subject. Another salesman came over, "Ahh, Mrs Pierce. Sorry I wasn't available when you got here, has Garrett been helping you sufficiently?" "She says she can spin out one of the front wheel drive models," Garrett stated boisterously. "James, she can't really do that you know." Picking up a nearby phone James called the service department. "Get a couple of guys and wet down the driving lot. A customer is about to prove to Garrett that his biggest sales pitch is a load of crap." "Denise, Honey I'll let you pick which one of those front wheel models you want to see spinning across the lot." As they got the car ready, more people, customers, sales and service alike were lining up to watch. They chose one of the used models and at thirty miles an hour Sophie cut the wheels to the left. The car went into a flat spin. On the third full revolution she let go of the wheel and powered out before hitting the curb at the far edge. "You see Denise, it isn't really about front or rear wheel drive. It's about the driver behind the wheel. But yes there are advantages, and it is harder to spin one out on just wet pavement. But on ice, even a four wheel drive will lose control if you aren't prepared for it," Donnie said. "And injected cars are more fuel efficient," added Garrett. "Cinderella gets 32 miles to the gallon in the city, and 41 out on the highway. What does one of your fuel injected models get?" Sophie challenged. "Uhh, 28 city, 34 highway," he answered. "But you have to keep your car tuned and everything all the time to get that, the fuel injection is computer controlled from factory settings. No need for tune ups every few months or ten to twenty thousand miles." "Yes and when I need to do it I don't have to pay someone eighty dollars an hour either." Sophie shot back at him. As they walked the line with James, Danny asked, "Is that how much Rachel charges to tune up peoples cars?" "I saw her hook her laptop up to Gina Morrison's Saturn at school and she got a hundred for the five minutes it took her to do that," Denise said. "That was a Racing Tweak, big difference in prices there," Donnie pointed out. Danny and Denise both picked out one in Plum Crazy Purple, with rear wheel drive and a five speed manual transmission. "Ok so who gets this one?" Sophie asked. "Do you have another one just like this one?" Donnie inquired. "Yes but it hasn't been fully prepped for sale yet. They can have the under coat and the rest done in about an hour," James informed them. Denise had already sat playing with the ambient interior lighting and it glowed a soft pink when the doors were opened. "You can go ahead and have this one Sis. You already have the lighting set the way you want it." They hugged and Donnie got in next to her. "We'll head home in this one while you do the paperwork. I'll get a ride back so we don't have to leave Julie, sitting here too long." Donnie offered. "Oh no you don't mister, I know you. You'll both be out at the quarries" Sophie called Momma and she and Darla showed up to drive Julie home. "I'd have driven it home for her," offered James. "Oh no, not even I have had the privilege of driving her. Since she became Malissa's car, there hasn't been a man behind that steering wheel." When I looked up from watching the Kilties routine, I saw the four of them walking toward us. The twins beaming happily as they carried their own set of keys. We're getting ready to head out to the quarries," Donnie told me. "We should be home before too long." "Drive safe, we'll figure out where to park everything when you get back." As they were leaving someone came up to me. "Excuse me, are you Malissa Pierce?" I looked at the slender young woman beside me. she looked a bit frightened, but there was a rather large Rottweiler next to her who sat watching everyone around them. "Yes, do I know you?" I asked in return. "My name is Denise, Denise Carver," she blushed. "Oh, you're one of Maddie Grey's Associates. I'm happy to meet you." I gave her a little hug. "Is that really who it looks like?" "Yes, that's Miss Julie. Who's this with you?" "Romeo, say hi to Malissa. She's a friend." The huge dog raised his right paw and I shook it. "Nice to meet you Romeo. Are you enjoying the Mall?" he woofed in response. Then I saw Rachel and Sherri talking with the group of performers, Miss Julie in their midst. "Well done, Denise." Maddie said behind me. You are definitely getting good at this. Justine blushed and giggled. "Thank you, I was a bit worried that I might have been following the wrong person at first." "Ok, quickly, how many close exits are there?" "Five. But the one to the right leads through a deserted hallway. The one up ahead goes through a crowded store and would be best if I needed to lose someone." "Very good, now how many people are there that are not just casual shoppers?" Maddie asked. "The couple by the leather shop, and the twenty two or three year old guy next to the fountain. All three are armed and seem nervous." "That's why I had Justine and Tiffany start moving in. They aren't cops, but the cops are on their way." I began to get nervous myself, my children were here with me if anything happened. I started to slowly gather my children, I didn't want to panic anyone. But I wanted my kids safe. When the three started moving toward the bank Justine and Tiffany crowded them into the empty hallway. Romeo bounded across the fountain to tackle the man there as he tried to pull out his handgun which became tangled in his coat pocket. Out of nowhere, detectives Waters and Tim Jones were there to take them into custody. Very few people were aware that anything had happened at all. "So I hear we're going to be neighbors," I told Denise. "We'll have to introduce Romeo and Tank. I bet they'll get along great." We chatted a while and then we drove out to the Quarries so Miss Julie could see the place she'd heard so much about, and watch Denise and Danny learning to drive. At home Donnie said, "We are going to get a car port for the bus and the SUV." I just narrowed my eyes at him as if to say, "And you still haven't learned to consult your wives?" "Uhh, if that's ok with you two, that is." We laughed, and Miss Julie said, "Didn't I tell you he loved you?" I remembered the night of my Second Sisterhood initiation, and her words, and gave her a hug and peck on the cheek. "Yes you surely did Ma'am." The next morning Miss Julie and I left early before the rest got up. We drove out to the Quarries and I told her I wouldn't feel right if I didn't let her have fun in her old car. Then asked her what she'd called her before. She smiled and pointed over the dash to the dawn sky. "We always chased the dawn together. And to me she was Dawn Chaser." The light rain from the night had done enough to really make it muddy, and we both laughed and squealed as she spun around throwing it everywhere. By the time we were finished the windshield was a mass of streaked mud and I doubt there was an inch of the car that wasn't covered in it. We found out too late that there were no open car washes that early on a Sunday. So we drove home and she expressed her concern over getting the car covered in mud. I winked at her, "Don't worry, she won't stay that way long." We'd parked so that no one else could get out past her. "I'll move her once she gets cleaned up," I told Rachel who was wanting to go to Fender Skirts. We sat down to eat breakfast which Sherri and Tiffany made. And by the time we were finished, Rachel, Erika and Denise had her washed waxed and ready to go into the garage. "Wow you girls did all that by yourselves?" "No Ma'am we just stood around in Bikinis," Denise giggled and pointed to the group of young boys in the driveway. I carried out a platter of cookies, "Thank you boys for helping with my car." They scarfed them down and then continued to flirt with the girls until Sophie came out to see what was going on. Seeing her they decided they had other places to be and left. Denise was constantly with Sophie helping her rebuild Cinderella's engine. "It's fascinating to watch women doing what so many believe to be mens work, and too complex for a woman," Julie giggled watching them. "But does Sophie always wear that short skirt when she works on a car?" "Yes we do," I grinned. "It isn't something we just started doing. Actually the first time I wore one was the night the bitch bottomed out and I had to crawl under to drive a stick into the hole in the oil pan. Then I had no time to change because I had to fix it before Momma found out. She needed her for work the next morning. I prayed for three days it would hold out till I could get a new pan on it with my winnings for that night." "But Malissa we still had the Pinto, I could have driven that." I turned to see Momma standing in the doorway. I almost laughed out loud. "But I drove the Pinto to school so no one would know I was the gorgeous broad that was kicking their asses every Saturday night." "You drove a Pinto, Momma?" Erika was shocked. "No she drove a POS Canary Yellow '72' Pinto Wagon," Momma laughed. "Geez Momma, not so loud She might have heard you," I said covering my tummy with my hands. "Shhh, don't listen Sweetie." Everyone laughed at my antics. "Oh don't be shy about it. You had the only Pinto with a 302 BOSS if I remember correctly," Momma reminded me. "Man I bet that kicked serious tail," Erika smirked. "Not really, it sounded mean. But it was too much engine for the car. And I had to destroy the structural integrity to fit it in there," I admitted. "What ever happened to it? That would be something to show off," Erika mused. "It got Sand bagged on highway thirty two as I crossed the Pomme D'Terre river bridge. I bailed and hit the woods until Jay picked me up on a side road. Then I called momma and lied to her, I said I was in Bolivar and someone had stolen her." I saw my littlest girls cover their mouths. "Momma you lied to Gramma D?" Sherri asked in shock. "I knew she lied. I passed the cops on the way to pick her up. They told me a young girl was driving it. and I assured them that it couldn't have been my Stepson then,? she smiled. ?Now you know why I never have a hood scoop. A Cowl yes, but not a Scoop.? ?Sand bagged you said?? ?Yes they used a bean bag gun with a sand filled bag, it broke on impact and the sand went straight into my engine through the Scoop and the intake. My next car was a ?73? pinto wagon, my Fathers idea,? I said with disgust. ?Yes and you promptly put the 383 out of the Bitch under its hood. But not before you had that 440 Magnum in the Bitch.? My older girls where looking at me for answers as to how I got that big of an engine in such a tiny car. ?A whole lot of imagination, determination and ingenuity,? I said. ?Plus someone told her she would never accomplish it. That damned radiator stuck out a foot past the front bumper,? Momma laughed. ?Is that why you never tell us we can?t do something with a car, Momma?? ?Yes Rachel, my little Grease Monkey. Plus your Uncle Jay was there to help out.? ?I didn?t know Uncle Jay knew you when you were a boy.? ?He didn?t know I was a boy. To him I was a very talented girl whom he hoped to one day get in the sack.? ?What kind of sack, Momma?? asked Tiffany. Touching the tip of her nose I said, ?The kind I better not catch you getting into with a boy before you?re at least thirty.? I smiled at her expecting a tantrum, that didn?t come. Instead she looked toward Donnie for an answer. ?Don?t drag me into the middle of this one,? he said. ?But I?d have said Forty.? ?You know you can?t expect her to wait much older than Rachel is now,? Sophie said. ?Oh gross Momma, boys are yucky. I?m not going to be kissing any boys unless they look like Daddy.? She said making a face. ?Then the world can rest easy, because they broke the mold after they made your Daddy,? Sophie said. ?Amen to that, Sister.? ?Well you better hurry up with that Valve job. It?s almost sack time.? Donnie told her. ?Love would you get me a bowl of sliced Jalapeno?s and strawberry ice cream?? I heard myself ask. Becca giggled and climbed up onto the stool at the workbench. When she picked up a screw driver I picked her up and sat with her in my lap. ?Do you want to see how this thingy works?? I asked as I pulled the distributor over to her. We had it almost all the way tore down when Donnie sat the bowls in front of me. I began eating the Peppers and Becca started in on the ice cream. Then without any prompting she took a bite of pepper. Expecting her to spit it out or start crying any moment I was surprised when she grabbed another. ?Sophie, when did Becca start eating Peppers?? ?When you got pregnant. Who do you think put the Salsa on your Pancakes that first time?? Becca just grinned up at me happily. We had a special Thanksgiving dinner on Tuesday before Miss Julie left with Trickster and Little Rachel. Now the only Kit left was Tadpole, and his being a runt as well as very attached to Becca I didn?t think he was going anywhere soon. Rachel and Becca broke down and cried after Miss Julie left with Trickster and Little Rachel. Erika tried to hide it but we knew she?d grown attached as had the rest of us, though we knew where she was going and would be very well taken care of. The only one who seemed to not be effected was Donnie, but he wasn?t saying anything. It wasn?t until after the kids had all gone to bed that I caught him on the stairs with a ruler. ?What are you doing?? I asked him. ?Measuring the steps,? he went back to writing down his measurements. Then he began measuring the doors in the hallway upstairs. ?Donnie Pierce, why are you measuring everything?? I finally demanded. ?Oh here hold this a minute,? he handed me the pad and pencil with the measurements on it as he took a measurement of the steps going out to the patio. At the top were a set of measurements. ?(TP, 5.5?x9?, 4.8#) and then all the other measurements he?d made. ?TP, really Donnie?? ?He?s not going anywhere Babe, he?s too little. And he has trouble getting up the stairs.? He just looked as if I should understand. Looking around I realized I hadn?t seen him in a while. ?Well it?s about time for bed, I think I?ll go fix a little snack before bed. I hope Sophie got some Sardines, I really want Sardines right now,? I mentioned my latest craving and saw the front of his flannel shirt begin moving just before a tiny head poked out between the buttons. Smiling I held out my hands and he crawled out to me, then raced ahead of me to the kitchen. ?Malissa, where?s Tadpole going in such a rush?? Sophie asked. ?Did you get anymore Sardines at the store?? I asked in return. ?Sardines? Oh you have a new snack buddy,? she giggled. Opening the tin I looked down at Tadpole as he danced excitedly in the floor at my feet. I grabbed a second tin and opened it as well then grabbed the crackers. ?Come on you can watch the Late Show with me. Setting down on the sofa beside Sophie I crossed my ankles and stretched my legs out. He was in my lap in seconds. ?And Daddy thinks you have too much trouble getting around the house,? I said as I fed him a sardine then ate one myself. ?Now where did you learn to eat Sardines?? I asked him but got no response other than to beg for another treat. With a giggle Sophie went into Donnie?s office and came out with the trash bag. Then dumping the sardines out on the plate she added them to the half dozen in the bag already. I eyed them and looked up at her. ?Donnie?? I asked. ?You haven?t noticed how close they?ve been? The only other person in this house he constantly shadows besides Becca, is our husband.? She smiled. ?The little stinker hissed at me when he yelped the first time I changed his bandages.? Sure enough the moment Donnie sat down, Tadpole was in his lap still begging me for treats. ?Traitor,? I giggled. But Donnie grabbed him one off my plate. By the time the show was over, he?d climbed up to snuggle around Donnie?s neck. We weren?t surprised the next day when Donnie put the newly made ramp at the foot of the bed for him. in Becca?s room he used the doll house as a means to get on her bed. I let out a sigh. ?Looks like you?re here to stay.? I kissed the top of his head, ?I guess it?s up to me to make your appointment to get fixed.? ?Next month Love,? Donnie said from the doorway. ?I already set it up last Thursday so Becca won?t get upset, this way we can keep him.? Well he?s not the only one we need to worry about you know.? ?Already talked it over with Rachel. Flora goes in Monday.? I kissed his cheek. ?He better not get jealous of Sophie and I,? I teased looking around for him and not seeing him anywhere. ?He?s in bed with Becca, until about Two AM,? she said. ?Plenty of time to take advantage of our husband.? The next morning I woke up with Flora snuggled up to my tummy purring. Could she know? I wondered. When I rolled onto my back she climbed on my stomach and began rubbing her head around. Yep, she knew alright. Seeing her on the little mound of my growing stomach I smiled, I was beginning to show. Suddenly my back began to ache and I groaned out loud, turning my head toward Donnie only to see Tadpoles white spotted black body nestled up to his neck on the pillows. The cold wet rough tongue brought me back to my other admirer. ?Flora, I need to pee,? I said and she scampered down off the bed. Tadpole raised his head looking at me as if to say, ?Go ahead I?m fine.? I giggled, and was still giggling when I entered the kitchen to find Sophie already hard at work on the Main Meal for the day. Becca was standing on her little step stool at my stove making Oatmeal. Rachel was helping her, and frying bacon at the same time. ?Becca, go wake up your sisters,? Rachel said. there was something about her voice that told me she didn?t want Becca in the kitchen, at least not right then. So I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down. ?Ok, Honey what is it?? I asked gently. ?Momma, it?s Tadpole.? She was about to cry. ?He?s fine Sweetie, he?s still sleeping with Daddy,? I said. ?No Momma he isn?t, Dr Cline already told me when I had them all in for their health check and their vaccinations. Momma, he, he probably won?t, won?t make it more than two years at the most.? She had silent tears running down her cheeks. I looked at Sophie and saw it was news to her as well. ?Honey, why didn?t you say anything?? ?I, I was hoping he was wrong. That some miracle would happen. Becca will be devastated. She loves him so much.? ?Does your Daddy know about this?? I asked. ?He?s going to take him next month so they can try to operate and do something that might give him another year or two. But they aren?t sure if it will even work.? ?So he isn?t just going in to get fixed?? ?Fixed? No Momma, that?s not why he?s going in at all. His body is too small for his organs. They?re going to try to reduce the size of some of them. But if they don?t do it soon he won?t have any chance at all.? I looked at Sophie, and she at me. ?Rachel, Go wake up your Daddy and tell him we need to talk to him, Please.? She came back followed by Donnie who was carrying Tadpole. ?Malissa whatever it is I think it needs to wait.? I saw the worried look on their faces as they started toward the garage. ?Donnie,? I grabbed his arm. Then I kissed Tadpole on the head and he barely moved. ?I don?t care what it costs, he?s part of this family, understand?? He kissed my cheek and Sophie?s. ?Yes I do.? Then Becca raced into the kitchen. I hugged her tight. ?Go with Daddy and Rachel sweetie. They have to take Tadpole to the doctor, he isn?t feeling well.? As soon as they were in the garage Sophie was on the phone. Dr Cline please. Yes I know what day it is, tell him it?s Sophia Pierce.? I knew she was about to get into her Authoritative mood when she used her legal name. ?Donnie and Rachel are on their way to the clinic with Tadpole.? ?Yes we know, and please, please don?t spare any costs.? ?Yes I?m dead serious, that little guy is part of the family.? ?Thank you Dr.? Thanksgiving was not as festive for any of us, we worried for the next three days. Dr Cline called in others who had experience in the type of surgeries he needed to do and we assured him cost was not an issue. I woke up Sunday morning at three thirty with Becca laying half across my legs stroking my tummy. ?Don?t worry little sister, you?ll get to meet Tadpole. He can?t wait to meet you either. But you?re going to have so much fun in the back yard together. He?s going to be here when you get home from the hospital, and he?ll sleep with you and keep you warm and safe.? I pulled her up next to me cuddling her tight. ?I sure hope you?re right Sweetie, but we just don?t know yet.? ?No Mommy, I asked Gramma Night Bird.? She was serious I could tell by the way she looked and said it. ?He just needs some vitamin love, she said so.? ?Becca, when did you talk to your Gramma Night Bird?? I asked. ?We talk lots in my dreams,? she said. then she got a far off look and said, ?I?m goin to miss her next year, but Aunt Sarah will teach me to know things too.? I just stared at her, my eyes beginning to tear up. ?I, I have to call her,? I started to say then jumped as the phone began to ring. All I could do was sit there staring at Becca, ?It?s ok Mommy, she said she?s ready to go walking with her Momma and Gramma.? ?Sarah, oh god. No she?s awake. Malissa? Love, Sarah wants to talk to you,? I heard him saying but I couldn?t will myself to respond. The one person in this world that I hadn?t ever thought of dying had just passed away. I could feel it in my heart and in the depths of my soul. Soon the whole house knew what had happened. I barely registered hearing bits and pieces of what Sarah said to me over the phone. But eventually I got up and made coffee, then began trying to make arrangements for the trip to the Reservation. Still something about what Sarah had said just didn't sound right, the note from Grandma Night Bird saying she was at peace and going to walk with the Ghosts for a time.