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A Walk at the Beach, A Morality Tale with a Tail
"Thirty bucks for this piece of shit? What a joke!" The man was clearly
used to speaking his mind and getting his way. He loomed over the tired
looking woman next to him.
"Oh Larry," said the tired looking woman, "you don't have to buy me
anything." She said it in the resigned voice of someone who knew that it
made no difference.
He turned toward the far end of the cluttered little shop where a frizzy-
haired woman in a tie-dyed t-shirt and blue beaded headband sat on a tall
stool behind a cash register reading a book. "Hay lady!" He shouted, "I'll
give you ten bucks for this!" He waved a small bracelet made of iridescent
stones above his head.
The tired looking woman's face turned red and she stared at her feet. She
could have been anywhere from her mid-40s to mid-50s though she had a worn
and beaten look that suggested that she had aged prematurely. Her hair was
even frizzier or than the woman behind the till and it hung in tangles of
mostly grey down to her shoulders. Her pudgy body had long since lost the
fight with middle-age spread as her jeans stretched tightly across her
bottom. The poorly applied makeup had done little for her lined face. Her
black eye was almost impossible to hide.
The woman behind the till looked up from her book at Larry as he held up
the bracelet and said, "Is that what the tag says?"
"It don't got no fuckin' tag."
"There are other bracelets in the display. What price do you see on them?"
Larry took a step closer to the till still holding up the bracelet. "It
don't fuckin' matter. This one ain't got no tag."
The woman lowered her book, revealing a peace sign medallion on her
necklace that belied the hard expression on her face. "It had one before
you removed it."
Larry took several large strides up to the till and loomed over the woman.
He was well over six feet tall with powerful muscles still visible under
his T-shirt despite the paunch. Though he was balding on top, his graying
hair fell almost to his shoulders. A large handlebar mustache and thick,
salt-and-pepper stumble gave him the look of someone who cared little
about rules. A naked busty blonde posed on his right forearm while her
redheaded mirror image was tattooed on his left. A powerful smell of
alcohol suffused his breath. "I didn't remove no fucking tag."
The woman behind the till looked up at Larry with no sign of fear and
calmly pointed at the floor by the tired looking woman's feet. "It's over
there where you dropped it." She smiled.
Larry's expression became volcanic. "You calling me a liar?"
With a shaky voice, the tired looking woman said, "It's... It's okay
Larry. I don't need..."
"Shut up Gab!" snarled Larry. "If I want your fucking opinion, I'll ask
for it." He turned back to the woman who was calmly watching him. "I said
I'll give you ten bucks. I'd take it if I were you."
Then the woman did something Larry hadn't seen in a long time. She looked
into his face, smiled and chuckled. "I am calling you a liar, sir. Your
haggling technique leaves something to be desired. The price on that
bracelet is $29.99 plus tax. If you want it, that's what you pay."
Larry's fist slammed down on the counter. "You got a real mouth on you
don't you bitch?"
Her smile didn't falter. "My mouth is as real as yours sweetie. If you
walk out of here with the bracelet and you haven't paid $29.99, you'll be
stealing."
Now Larry smiled. "And what the fuck will you do about it if I do?"
She silently pointed at a sign next to the door.
Larry turned and looked at it, reading,
WARNING
Theft is a crime, this isn't a game.
Steal from us and you won't be the same.
If your life is pleasant, then pay with haste,
or return the item so you don't get erased.
Without swift restoration, you should know
the winds of change will surely blow.
Now it was Larry's turn to laugh. "That is the biggest load of bullshit I
have ever seen! Are you a poet?"
The woman shook her head. "I didn't write that, but you'll find out how
true it is if you take anything from this shop without paying. It's as
immutable as any natural law."
Larry shook his head. "You are one crazy bitch. I sure as hell wasn't born
yesterday. That ain't fucking possible."
There was something about her hard gaze that not even Larry was immune to.
"Just as sure as jumping off the middle of the Golden Gate Bridge will
turn you into fish food, stealing from us will alter you forever. Would
you like to try your luck?"
Larry reached across and grabbed a handful of her shirt as he leaned
forward. "You better be careful. There ain't no cupcake that gets away
with talking to Larry Morton that way."
As the woman stepped back from the counter, her shirt seemed to vanish
from Larry's grip and he found himself holding nothing. "For that," she
said, "I'm changing the rules." She pointed at the sign.
Larry couldn't help but glance back at it. It now read,
WARNING
Theft is a crime, this isn't a game.
The price is marked and stays the same.
Take what you want but hear good advice,
You'll be altered if you don't meet our price.
There shall be no return if you steal today
the winds of change will blow you away.
Larry did a double take and then grinned wickedly. "That's a neat trick.
You got a button under the counter that does that? I bet you have this
shop rigged to do all kinds of freaky shit."
She continued to stare at him in a rather off-putting way. "If you know
what's good for you, you'll either pay for my merch or put it back."
"Gaby!" said Larry. "We're fuckin' leaving. Now!"
Gaby cringed as she shuffled up to Larry's side.
Larry pulled out his wallet and drew out a ten dollar bill which he
slapped onto the counter before grabbing Gaby's arm and yanking her out
the door. "I'll fucking show that mouthy piece of ass." He said under his
breath.
"Oh!" said Gaby.
Larry glanced down at her. "What's your fucking problem?"
She looked up at him. "I... I felt this cold chill going up my back when
we walked out of there.
He spat. "Don't tell me you bought that shit. I paid for this fair and
square." He held up the bracelet. "Consider it your anniversary gift."
She glanced down at the boardwalk as she said, "Thanks, dear."
Larry didn't bother giving much thought to what she might be thinking at
that moment. They had been married thirty years ago when she was eighteen.
They'd already been together for a couple of years at that point after she
had ditched of high school and left home for him. She had been the one
who'd wanted to get married, thinking it might change him for the better.
He couldn't have cared less. She was his old lady, either way, his to do
with as he liked and that's exactly what he did. "You don't look happy,"
he said. "Would you like another shiner so your eyes'll match?" His hand
tightened on her arm.
Her voice shook. "I'm happy."
"You should be. We're here to fucking celebrate with a day at the beach."
he gestured his free arm toward the crowded sand just off the boardwalk."
We'll take a little stroll and then I'll get that dozen beer out of the
trunk and we'll celebrate good and proper." He glanced at her. "You
could've dolled yourself up better, though."
She was wearing a worn pink T-shirt and faded jeans. "I... I didn't think
you cared what I wore. You didn't dress up."
He looked down at his Iron Maiden T-shirt and jeans and then back at her.
"Watch it. I'm no mood to be sassed. That bitch back in the shop already
got on my last fucking nerve." He had a good idea about what to do about
her. Later tonight that shop was going to have a fire. He wondered if he
would find that woman still there. He hoped so. She would find out what it
meant to cross him.
He shoved the bracelet at her and said, "Here. Put this on."
She took it but did not put it on.
"So," he said, "what's the fucking problem? Don't you like it?"
"Yeah," she said, "it's pretty, I guess. I just have a bad feeling about
this."
"Don't give me that bullshit. Put it on now!"
His tone of voice made it clear what would happen if she refused. She
quickly slipped it on her wrist. She seemed to shiver as she looked at it.
As they stepped off the boardwalk onto the sand, they noticed a young
couple pushing a pair of twin babies in a double stroller. He noticed that
the cheery young mother was hot and couldn't help glancing back to catch a
glimpse of her rear as they passed.
He felt a hard poke in his side and was surprised to see Gaby glaring at
him. "Eyes forward," she said in a voice harder than he could ever
remember her using.
He turned and looked over the sunny beach, unsure why he hadn't slapped
her down for taking such a liberty. Maybe it was because she had always
wanted a family and since he was shooting blanks, that hadn't happened and
now her biological clock ticking down. Sure, that had to be it. He'd let
her have this one. It had always been good for him since if she'd ever
gotten knocked up, he would have known it wasn't his and there would have
been hell to pay. Besides, he didn't need a litter of puppies. Kids were a
hassle.
They strolled along the beach and watched all the people young and old
enjoying the sunny afternoon. Some were lying on blankets soaking up the
sun, others splashed in the water while another group of young people
played beach volleyball.
"I wish I'd brought my bathing suit," said Gaby with a sigh.
He glanced at her looking incredulous. "What the fu... woof are you
talking about? After you turned woofing forty-five, you said you wouldn't
be caught woofing dead in a bathing suit.
She looked down at her T-shirt which was stretched across her large
sagging breasts. "Yeah, I know. But who's gonna pay attention to a fat old
lady anyway. I used to look good in a swimsuit." She glanced at him and
then glanced again with surprise. "What's wrong with your tattoos?"
He looked down at his arms. "What the woof is that supposed to mean? I
don't see anything wrong with 'em." He looked down and saw the same
tattoos is always, a golden retriever on his right forearm and an Irish
setter on his left.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. It must've been my imagination."
They strolled for a while a few more minutes until Gaby finally said,
"That's it. I can't stand it anymore. I'm way overdressed." She set her
purse down and pulled her T-shirt up over her head and revealed a red
string bikini top underneath. After that, she undid her jeans and dropped
them down to her ankles, revealing a matching set of bikini bottoms.
Larry just stared at this and tried to think what was wrong with the
sight. Hadn't they just talked about her not wanting to be seen in a
bathing suit? That didn't seem right. For a woman of almost forty, she
looked great in a string bikini. He decided that he should join her and
stripped down to his jockey shorts.
Gaby looked at him in shock. "What's wrong with you? You can't run around
at the beach in your underwear.
He looked down in confusion. She was right. He dropped his shorts down
around his ankles and stepped out of them. That seemed better.
"Well, of all things," said Gaby. "This isn't a nudist beach. You need to
wear something."
He thought about this and glanced at the pile of discarded clothes. He
knew she was right but he didn't like the idea of putting any of that back
on. He was uncomfortable with all that cloth on his body and he felt so
much better this way.
Gaby reached down and pulled something that looked like a small belt with
a metal tag on it from the pile of clothes. "Here." She handed it to him.
"Put this on."
He took the collar and tried to buckle it around his neck but had some
difficulty figuring it out.
"Here," said Gaby. "Let me help." She reached up and buckled the strap. He
felt better but, just for a moment, it seemed odd that they were the same
height. Hadn't he been taller than her before? The important thing was he
was free of those confining clothes and it felt good. Also, Gaby was
looking at him with approval and that caused a surge of pleasure to run
through him and his little tail began to wag vigorously.
Gaby picked up her purse and strung it over her shoulder and started down
the beach. "Come on boy. Let's go."
Larry trotted up after her. As he pulled up alongside, it occurred to him
just how beautiful she really was in that dark-colored string bikini. Her
perfectly toned young body smelled wonderful. It was a lovely familiar
kind of smell that he could never get enough of. This beach was filled
with all kinds of smells of countless different people and dogs and even
cats. Something about the thought of cats made him growl a bit under his
breath. He didn't like them.
He thought about something in the trunk of the car. A dozen of something
which was more than two... or four? He looked at his stubby little reddish
furred fingers and tried to think how of many there were. Numbers were
confusing. He wasn't sure what was in the trunk but the thought made him
thirsty. The water that lapped the shore smelled wrong for drinking so he
turned to Gaby and said, "Could we arf! something to drink?"
"Sure," said Gaby. They had circled back toward the boardwalk by now, so
she pointed ahead and said, "There's a drinking talktalk over there."
As they walk toward it, he felt hot and so let his tongue hang out and
started panting to cool himself down.
When they reached the drinking thing, Gaby bent over and took a drink and
Larry pulled his tongue in and had to fight the impulse to lean forward
into her rear end and take a deep breath of the wonderful aroma. He let
his tongue slide back out and panted some more.
Gaby stood up and said, "Okay. It's your turn, boy."
Larry leaned forward to drink but was confused when he didn't find any
water. He looked back at Gaby because Gaby always had the answer.
"That's okay," she said and reached forward pressing something on the side
and a stream of water bubbled up.
The water smelled good and Larry leaned forward and lapped from the stream
which was difficult but he managed it.
"I'm talktalking to go and talktalk in some of the shops so wait here."
Lardy whined. "Don' wanna woof here. Wanna woof with yooof."
"Bad girl!" said Gaby. "Sit."
Lardy sat. It was more like squatting but it felt right.
"Stay!" said Gaby as she turned and walked into a nearby shop.
Lardy squatted more deeply until her rear touched the boardwalk and her
tail slapped the wood in restlessness. She put her hands down between her
legs until she was leaning on them. This felt comfortable.
She watched a pair of strong smelling boys toss a flat yellow circle back
and forth to each other and she desperately wanted to run and chase it but
Gaby had said, "stay." She whined a bit in frustration.
A man walked past with a large German Shepherd on a leash. The dog was
male and the smell of him stirred some strange feelings in Lardy. The big
dog sniffed in her direction and gave a bark. She yelped after the pair as
they walked away.
A group of children walked by and one little girl ran up to Lardy and
stroked her head. She said, "Oh what a cute talktalk!" Lardy had the
impulse to lick her hand but, instead, settle for sniffing her a bit.
A woman walking with the children looked at Lardy and said, "That's one
strange looking talktalk." She seemed about to say something else and then
forgot about it and walked on calling the children after her.
Lardy wondered about being strange looking, but the more she thought about
it the more confused she got. It was too hard to understand. What mattered
was how things smelled. She was soon distracted watching people go by and
smelling them. That was easier than thinking.
After a long time, Gaby came back carrying a bag. She was also wearing a
pair of earrings that matched her bracelet. Lardy thought this seemed
important but couldn't remember why.
Gaby waved to an ear and said, "Look what I talktalk. Aren't they
talktalk? They were on talktalk and I couldn't talktalk them." Gaby
looked guiltily at Lardy, who had sat waiting patiently. "I talktalk hope
you don't talktalktalktalktalktalk."
"Woof!" said Lardy.
"Come, Lady," said Gaby.
Lady stood up and started following Gaby but something was wrong. She was
trying to walk on her hind legs, and it wasn't very comfortable, so she
dropped down onto her front paws and was soon trotting next to Gaby.
A ball flew past Lady's head and she couldn't help but chase after it.
When she had it in her mouth, a young man trotted up and tried to take it
from her. She growled as she held onto it.
"Lady!" said Gaby. "Bad girl!" She pointed at the ground with obvious
meaning.
Reluctantly, Lady dropped the ball.
Gaby turned to the man and said, "I'm sorry,
talktalktalktalktalktalktalktalktalktalk."
"Talktalktalktalk," said the man. "Talktalktalktalktalktalktalktalk."
As the two continued talking, Lady was starting to get jealous and decided
to tell Gaby that it was time to go." Arf! Arf! Arf!" she said.
"Sit!" said Gaby.
Lady sat and stayed quiet while Gaby continued to talk to the stranger who
Lady felt jealous of even though he smelled nice.
A male border collie ran past and all Lady could think of was how much she
wanted to chase after him. He smelled nice in a different way and
something was stirring inside her that made her want his attention.
*******
"Nice dog."
Gaby looked up from where she was seated on a bench and saw that the
speaker was the hippie lady from the gift shop. "Yeah, her name's Lady."
As the woman sat down on the bench next to Gaby, the dog whined and pushed
herself against Gaby's knees.
"She seems a bit afraid of you," said Gaby.
The woman smiled. "I have that effect sometimes, though dogs usually like
me. What breed is she?"
Lady had placed her head across Gaby's lap and she patted it and said,
"She's a Golden Irish."
"Ah," said the woman, "a cross between a Golden Retriever and an Irish
Setter. I hear they're nice."
"Yeah," said Gaby. "My grandparents gave her to me when I graduated high
school. Cost them a small fortune to get one that wasn't neutered. I'm
thinking of breeding her to make extra money for college."
"Sounds like a good plan." The lady stood up. "Have a wonderful life,
Gabrielle."
Gaby cocked an eyebrow as the woman started walking away. "You too, I
guess."
She tried to remember when she had told the woman her name as she pulled a
chewed up tennis ball from her bag. It didn't matter. She stood up and
tossed the tennis ball down the beach and watched Lady gleefully run to
retrieve it.
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