Hatchery RoadChapter 22
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“So when did you become Florence Nightingale?”
It was obvious from her expression that the question clearly took Josie by surprise.
Sarah had been getting a tour of the facility from her best friend, when they were interrupted yet again by someone needing to speak with Josie. The high school gymnasium, where they were located, was impressively packed with roughly 400 or so cots, along with enough evacuees to occupy nearly all of them. The substantial din of numerous conversations going on at once, along with other assorted noises, unfortunately made hearing someone else speak rather difficult. But it didn’t stop a succession of three families and two volunteers from approaching Josie.
Sarah couldn’t help but laugh after the third interruption. Ever since they were kids, it was like Josie had a sign tattooed on her forehead that said: “Please, talk to me!” And it was pretty evident, from the line of folks waiting to talk to her, that some things never change.
What was different, however, was how engaged the girl was with all of it now. Oh, she had always been kind and caring to anyone who wanted to talk, but there was something more to it now. Sarah struggled to pinpoint it, but Josie seemed to have a greater sense of compassion than she’d ever shown before – which was partly why she’d asked the question. The other was a genuine curiosity as to her and Rennie’s change of plans, and she said as much.
“You two were only going to stick around to help on Thursday and yet, here we are on Saturday, and y’all are still here. What gives, Twink?” She asked as they drew closer, finally, to the double doors that exited into the hall.
Sarah could see Josie’s eyes flash a bit at her continued use of that nickname.
“First of all,” she began, one eyebrow lifted in disbelief, “I am hardly a Florence Nightingale. I’m just helping out the best I can.”
“And secondly,” she continued, the hints of a smile belying the feisty brunette’s hard tone and waving finger, “if I even get a hint that a certain story has been shared with a certain someone regarding a certain cream-filled snack cake...”
With as innocent a look as she could muster, Sarah raised her hands in submission.
Josie gave her friend a mock fierce stare for a few moments but couldn’t hold it, her face dissolving into a huge grin after a little while.
Truthfully, Sarah had no intention of retelling that story to anyone, but for a different reason than most might guess. Basically, it was because she liked that she was the only one who got to call her friend “Twinkie.” And it was a privilege she had no intention of ever sharing with anyone. Besides, she had plenty of other stories to embarrass her with anyway, should the need arise. Sarah smiled inwardly at the thought.
“As for your question, though,” Josie finally responded, looking around at the numerous people milling about. “You’re right. Rennie and I were all set to take off for Nashville early yesterday morning. But then Sheriff Frohm stopped by and personally asked Rennie to stay and help for a few more days.” Her smile gone, Sarah’s friend turned and gave her a somber look. “And after everything we’d seen by that point, he couldn’t say no and neither could I.”
“Wait a minute,” Sarah interjected. “What’s so special about Rennie?”
The moment the words left her lips, a huge smile blanketed Josie’s face and the blonde quickly realized her error. “Let me rephrase that,” Sarah added hastily with a grin of her own and more than a few giggles. “Why did this sheriff guy single out Rennie to stay and help? He didn’t ask you, just Rennie, right?”
“Yeah, it wasn’t that my help wasn’t wanted,” Josie replied, gesturing at all the folks gathered there in the gym. “Just that Rennie’s was desperately needed.”
“Why? Because he was a pastor?” Sarah wondered out loud.
Josie shook her head ‘no’ but then stopped. “Well, not really, but then again, sort of ... yes.” She put up her hands to forestall any more questions; instead gesturing they exit out into the hall.
Once through the double doors and into the much quieter space of the corridor, she continued. “Turns out they’re really short-handed here right now. Many of the local responders are currently over helping with all the recent flooding along the Ohio River. On top of that, there was Hurricane Isaac slamming into the Carolinas last week, not to mention all the forest fires out west. So folks like Rennie are currently in real short supply around here.”
She paused as two teenage girls came through the doors from the gym, briefly smiled, waved at her, and then headed quickly down the hall to the left.
Looking back over at Sarah, Josie picked up where she left off. “Rennie’s has a lot ... and I mean A LOT ... of disaster relief experience, from flooding and tornadoes, to even a hurricane. And since much of it has come since he’s been a pastor, that’s why I waffled a bit with my answer.”
She shrugged a bit apologetically. “But while he’s certified to do counseling and stuff like that, it’s all the additional training he’s had with the Red Cross and various government agencies like FEMA and Homeland Security that makes him so valuable right now.” The pride in Josie’s voice was palpable.
“So presently they’ve got him pretty busy shuttling between here and the other two shelters,” she added with a nod back toward the gymnasium, “doing all kinds of stuff, while I mostly play receptionist here. Though, now that the Red Cross has finally got a team in to run the shelters, it looks like they may be shifting Rennie over to something else.”
A question was forming in Sarah’s mind but surprisingly Josie answered it before she could ask it. It pretty much confirmed what she’d been thinking, though.
“I stayed because Rennie stayed.” She glanced up at Sarah, a wistful expression on her face. “Rennie was going to drop me off at your place and then come back, but I wouldn’t let him.” She sighed, thrusting her hands into her jeans pockets. “I could say that I’m staying for all the right reasons, but I’d be lying.”
Josie shrugged again, her hands raised apologetically. “Oh, I really like what I’m doing and I love helping these people but...”
At that moment, her voice was nearly overcome by the single strum of an amplified acoustic guitar, cranked way up, as it echoed down the corridor toward them. Sarah and Josie looked at one another with amusement and curiosity, especially when the laughter of numerous voices followed soon after.
“What’s that?” Sarah asked, spying a glimmer of recognition in her friend’s eyes.
Josie glanced down the hallway and then back at Sarah. “I think that’s the music class Rennie’s doing with Megan.” With a gesture, she invited her friend to walk with her down the hallway.
“Megan?” Sarah asked rather quickly as they began to walk.
“Yeah, she’s the O’Malley girl I told you about yesterday,” replied Josie, with a sideways glance. “She’s studying to be a teacher, so Rennie drafted her to help keep the kids occupied while they’re here. Anyway, with his background, she turned right around and roped him in to helping her with a music class and some tutoring.”
“Oh, right ... isn’t she’s the pretty former babysitter who still has a crush on your boyfriend?” Sarah asked, rather surprised by Josie’s nonchalant attitude. “And you’re okay with this?”
The normally feisty brunette nodded, smiling somewhat bashfully at her friend. “Hard to believe, isn’t it?”
“With your trust issues? Most definitely.” Sarah grinned broadly. “But this new confidence suits you,” she added with a friendly nudge of the girl’s shoulder as they walked along.
As they drew nearer to the classroom, the murmur of voices died down and the sound of the acoustic guitar returned, quite a bit softer this time. Josie recognized the innovative strumming as the opening bars of Taylor Swift’s early crossover hit, “You Belong With Me.” Enjoying the sound, Josie was bobbing her head to the rhythm when both she and Sarah were totally taken by surprise with what they heard next.
You’re on the phone, your girlfriend, she’s upset. She’s going off about something that you said. She doesn’t get your humor like ... I do.
Josie stopped suddenly, her hand leaping to her mouth – partially in shock, partially to cover an impending fit of giggles. That was definitely not Ms. Swift! She and Sarah shared a look of disbelief.
“Is that... ?” The leggy blonde queried amid her own giggles.
Josie could only nod, for it was clearly Rennie belting out the lyrics, singing in a comedic falsetto. And the way he lilted and drew out the phrase “like ... I ... do” was absolutely hilarious. Josie could barely maintain control the first time he did it. By the second, later in the first verse, she – along with just about everyone within earshot, by the sound of it – pretty much lost it.
Wiping tears from her eyes, Josie, with Sarah not too far behind her, made it to the doorway just in time to see Rennie crank into the chorus. The classroom wasn’t too different from her choir room back in high school. Gazing in, Josie could see a closed grand piano directly in front of her, with several stools and a couple microphones on stands nearby, and a series of empty choir risers with a few more microphones along the far wall.
As she stepped into the doorway, she could see all the kids gathered off to the right, seated on chairs where the floor rose in what were kind of like built in, carpeted risers. And there, in front of the gathered class of easily seventy or eighty people, mostly kids, was Rennie ... singing into a microphone ... wearing a long blonde wig ... that swished from side to side ... as he danced ... strumming his guitar.
She wears high heels, I wear sneakers. She’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers...
Soon Josie could barely breathe. Her cheek muscles burned from laughter, her eyes watering so bad she could barely see.
If you could see that I’m the one who understands you, been here all along, so why can’t you see, you belong with me, you belong with me...
Holding her aching sides, she propped herself up against the doorframe, trying to catch her breath. Sarah was not doing much better, leaning against the wall just behind her, wheezing and puffing. Amid her own calming internal chant of “breathe, breathe,” Josie noticed the guitar fall silent as Rennie brought the song to a premature close after the second time through the chorus.
With the last strummed chord reverberating throughout the room and down the hallway, Rennie removed the wig with a flourish and an exaggerated bow. He was greeted with enthusiastic applause, peppered with whistles and laughter.
“So,” he questioned his audience, “did I win the challenge? Did I prove I knew the song?”
“Yes!” came the unanimous reply.
“Because if I didn’t,” he jokingly threatened, raising his voice back into the earlier falsetto, “Miss Swift can come back and sing it some more.”
A wave of mild chuckling and laughter ensued, as some of the kids called out “No!” while a few others added their own good-natured boos.
Turning to go back to his stool, his eyes alighted on Josie by the doorway and his grin grew even larger. She couldn’t help but smile back. Gesturing to her, he motioned for the two of them to come in and find a seat, as he reclaimed his own in the middle of the room. Swiveling back to the class, Rennie pointed up to one particular teenage girl. “Alright, Shannon, you owe me a song,” he called out with a smile and then crooked his finger, beckoning her to come down.
Josie and Sarah made their way across the room, past the now fiercely blushing young lady as she took a seat on the stool next to Rennie. Looking up, Josie saw Megan in the back row and was very surprised to see a certain perky blonde seated next to her. The two women were motioning vigorously for her and Sarah to come up and sit by them. Rennie, for his part, was still busy recruiting another girl to help the first one, and three more to sing backup, as they made their way up to their seats.
Lila was practically gushing as the two sat down. “He is so good with these kids! And he is so talented! Megan told me I had to see and hear it to believe it, and she was right.” Her expression changed, though, as her lower lip thrust out in a bit of a pout. “I’m kind of disappointed, though. I asked if Rennie had any younger brothers and she said no.”
Josie laughed. “Nope, no brothers, just an older sister—and some cousins on his mom’s side back in Italy, as I recall.”
She glanced over and noticed that Rennie was still working with the girls. From this distance and with all the background chatter, she couldn’t make out what he was saying but could see that the five girls were listening to him intently. It was fun watching him talk, mostly because he was so expressive with his hands. “A bit of his Mediterranean heritage, perhaps?” Josie wondered to herself.
Taking them over to the piano, it quickly became evident he was working the girls through different parts. Unfortunately, because of all the activity in the room, it was practically impossible to tell what song they were actually working on. “Well, not quite impossible,” Josie murmured quietly to herself, as she thought she caught some of the lyrics on his lips.
Totally engrossed in who she was watching, Josie suddenly became aware of a whole other conversation flowing around her.
“So what happens if he loses a challenge?” She heard Sarah ask.
“The challenger gets cash. Though how much they get depends mostly on how old the song is.” Lila tried to explain.
Megan nodded in agreement. “Anyone could stump him with a song that just came out, so those aren’t worth as much. Basically the rule is: The older, the better.”
“So, what, they can just throw any song at all at him?” Josie interrupted. “And if he can’t sing it, they win? That doesn’t seem fair.”
Sarah chortled next to her. “Welcome back, space cadet.”
“Yeah, nice that you could finally join us,” Lila added with a playful nudge and a nod toward the one who had clearly been the object of her attention.
Josie blushed at the teasing. “Sorry, I guess I was a little distracted.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Megan waved it off with a bit of a laugh before continuing. “Anyway, as I said before, when it comes to the songs the kids choose, they must be top 40 radio singles of any era from either the pop, country or rock charts.” She paused momentarily and shook her head. “Though, even with those restrictions, it still doesn’t seem to be all that fair.”
“That’s what I mean,” Josie interjected with more than a little concern. “There’s no way that setup is fair for Rennie. Who thought up this game, anyway?”
“He did, actually,” Megan answered with a knowing smile. “And as for it being unfair, I meant that it’s unfair for the kids.”
All three of the women couldn’t help but laugh at the confused look on Josie’s face.
“Girl, it turns out your man over there must be a monster at trivial pursuit, at least when it comes to music,” Sarah explained. “These kids never had a chance. Over two days, he’s smoked them so far ... what?... 21 to 4?” she added, looking over for confirmation.
Megan nodded her head.
“How is that possible?” Josie asked incredulously, her eyes darting back and forth between the other three women.
“See for yourself,” the redhead replied, handing her the handwritten list of challenge songs used so far.
Josie scanned down through the songs and was amazed at what she saw. Taking note of the four losses, she was very impressed at the musical diversity Rennie was seemingly able to handle. A couple of the songs were easy ones but, looking over the list, Josie had to admit that even she would have been hard pressed to accurately sing more than ten or eleven of them from memory. And not only was he singing them, he was playing them, as well. Still, there was one thing she still didn’t get.
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Three hours after Lana's sudden terror attack, everyone was gathered in the Recreation room looking horrid, they had finally gotten some words out of Lana, and what she said was, "Get out of the BED room, leave me alone please!" Joyce had tried talking to her but she said, "Later, when he arrives, not now!" "What did she mean, 'when he arrives'," Ana asked, "Who's he?" Just then, however, they heard a noise nearby, and it was getting louder and seemed to be passing right...
He called to her, she could feel it in her soul. As she made her way to him, her body thrummed with need. Her master sat regally on a lush cushion at the end of the room. Julissa approached slowly, eyes down. She let the sheer gossamer robe she wore over her nakedness, slip from her shoulders and pool on the tiled floor. She had led another life once upon a time, but now, as she kneeled obediently on the floor at the feet of her master, she was merely a slave. Julissa had been a devoted and...
Oral Sex“Riding to town Baby, “ We need anything?” I shouted out to my wife, she answered “See if you can get me a new wash bucket, this old one is bout done for.” I agreed to see if the store had any of the new metal ones. As I left she was standing on the porch smiling and waving. “Not a bad looking woman” I thought. It was five miles to town and it took a little over an hour to make the trip. I was just about out of water in the heat of the day when I got there. I was mighty thirsty so I stopped by...
Gemma fumbled with the bunch of keys in the darkness. Eventually she found the right one, and let herself in. She shuffled over to the open-plan kitchen, opened the freezer and took out some Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream. The cure for everything. She grabbed a spoon and shovelled some into her mouth as she pulled out a glass and headed over to the bar in the living room, pouring herself the strongest liquor she could find. As the liquid seared down her throat she brought the...
Russel, being an engineer, knew some of the faculty at the university. When he inquired very discreetly about Spencer Patterson, he found out it was rumored that he had a propensity for teenage girls, and that he had a mistress with a teenage daughter on the side. The rumor was that he was banging them both. Cynthia Stevens was an extremely beautiful thirty-six-year-old woman with dark-brown hair that hung down below her shoulders. She had pretty brown eyes and a sensual mouth. Her...
The girls stripped down and entered the showers together. To a psychologist, they would have been a delightful group to study. The diversity of the group was unusual, especially considering their choice of boyfriends, which was as un-diversified as things ever got. Of course, unknown to the psychologist, would be the glue that held them together - their attraction to, and satisfaction with, Coach Dillworthy. He gave them all the hard core sex they wanted, which left them fully capable of...
They’re both as tall as me, and both are wearing form-fitting, identical white dresses with scooped necklines. The hems of their dresses are at least six inches above their knees, and damn what some long legs on these two beauties. Without Sherry here to goad or guide me, I decided each of them were in need of some big titties and a fine ass – an ass more suitable for a beautiful, tall sexy woman with long legs. I knew I couldn’t make it happen in this crowded lounge, so I asked them to...
"That was fun," said Mandy as Bob steered the car toward their house. "I agree," he said. 'I just bet you do, ' she thought. She was horny. That was something new. Not that she'd never been horny before, but it was an infrequent condition and she'd never been horny like she felt right now. She was worried that her finger wasn't going to be enough, and she had no idea what else she could do about it. "Are you going to procreate with Mrs. Ross?" she asked. The car swerved, but...
These are compliments of Smokeyjoe This little boy’s mother was having a ladies group meeting and was making tapioca pudding when the phone rang. She left the kitchen to answer it, and her little boy came in to get some BB’s for his gun. He reached up in the cabinet for them, the lid came off, and some BB’s fell into the tapioca. He heard his mother coming back, so he quickly stirred the BB’s into the pudding and ran back outside. The next morning one of the ladies called to find out how...
Madi sighed as she looked herself over in the full length mirror beside the door. Eyes drifted to the scabbed cuts on her legs. She would be thick with scars, and she had no one to blame but herself. She swallowed hard on the thought. Acceptance was not blame. She had been in a place where that was what she needed. She wasn’t there anymore. She walked to her dresser, uncapping two bottles and swallowing a pill from each before putting them down. The pills weren’t failure. They weren’t failure....
I Woke, Part 10 I panicked. My day started by going to the courthouse for the opening of the trial of the attacker of Allison Allen. I had been stuck in her body for months, and I felt my chance to get some justice for her was failing. I had gotten a sneak peak at the Crown's case against this young man, and without some miracle, I felt it was at best a 50-50 chance to get a conviction. Sitting in the courtroom while we waited for our case to be heard, I got a crash course in how...
Laura, cut off from her friends and sister, walked the sinister fields alone. There were monsters here. There had been reports of people being burned to ashes yet the fields were untouched. Magic was her first thought. Yet when they arrived there were no signs of a wizard, sorcerer, nor even a pyromancer. Could it be some kind of new monster not known as of yet? New ones sprouted everyday. However the only strong and dangerous ones came from the old world. A time before time. Could this be...
Hi I’m yizz, I have been a dragon breeder for 23 years now, I took over from my farther when I was 15 now as you may expect its a fucked up job and I don’t expect you’d like to know how exactly the breeding process is done... Or maybe you would like to I mean you are reading this... OK well you see dragons are a very temperamental species, they only mate twice a year and males only mate with like 2 female before there spent... Funny such grand and scarey animals and like that there spent,...
FantasyMichele remained tied to the chair, covered in semen, defiled and confused. She isn't stupid; she knows that she has been kidnapped and is being held as a sex slave and knows that there is going to be worse to come. The door opens. A voluptuous dark-skinned woman enters; her heels click-clacking on the tiles. She is tall, at least six feet, she wearing a black chiffon tight pencil skirt that emphasises her small waist and clings to her thighs, the hem rests about six inches above her knees....
I My name is Kelly, or if you prefer, as my wife does, Kellie. When I was born, I was rather small, just over 4 lbs and barely 13 inches long, and as I grew, this small stature followed me. Although my mother was 5' 10" and my dad 6'5", I was not destined to grow to anywhere near their height. Growing up, and all through school I was the smallest in my class, trailing even the girls. For the most part throughout school, people would assume I was 3 to 4 years younger than my actual age....
Author’s Note: This is my submission to Lit’s Summer Lovin’ Contest. I hope you enjoy it and votes and comments are appreciated. ============================== I worked like a dog for that company for eight years and what happened? They fired me. Bright side? Nice severance package. So screw it. Instead of diving right back into the overcrowded pool of job hunters, I decided to take it easy for a while. I deserved it, I’d barely taken a day off for the last eight years, so I was going to...
I’d heard quite a lot of things about dogging, how filthy it could get, but I’d never tried it as I wasn’t even really sure where to go. My sexy owner next door was more than enough for me at first, but now I was craving even more.I went online, the usual sites, and researched/asked around where I could go dogging in the nearby area. I’d got talking to many regulars from the area and I’d come up with a reasonable plan. I’d finally just received my car, I knew it was about time to start my new...
I wanted to tell my story in short so here how it goes. Myself Raj, and when I was around 18 years old I was already a fully grown man. I was strong with wide and hairy chest. 6 ft tall; Handsome looks. I had 1 year elder sister Ramya who was more handsome than myself due to the factor of good genes running in our family. She was fun loving bubbly at the same time breath-taking sexy. She was just 19 yrs when my story started, but already she made me masturbate like a million times with her body...
IncestThe crafts show hadn't gone as well as we had hoped. It seemed to my wife and I that a lot of people seemed to misunderstand the meaning of a Seniors Craft Show. Apparently people thought only Seniors could shop there, instead of only seniors could sell there. Now, with me being thirty four, and my wife is younger than me, you might be wondering how we ended up selling our wares at this seniors craft show up at the town recreation center. That story is simple. My father in law loves the Town...
It was dark, totally without light of any kind, I could not see anything not even the hand in front of my face, if even I had a hand. I was awake and aware but could not feel anything. Was I alive, I don’t know, how does one judge that in the absence of all senses. How long have I been here, a few minutes, a few hours, a few weeks, I really didn’t know. I was not frightened, lonely or happy, I did have my memories. I had the memories of you, of holding you in my arms, being lost in your eyes,...
I have just began working for Miss Anderson a hot MILF that lives on my street, and lately i have been having a hard time concentrating on my classes during school. I had never thought that I would ever be attracted to another woman, sexually or otherwise,until i first saw Miss Anderson.I could get my mind off of her no matter how hard i tried. ‘Laura,Laura? Helloooo, Earth to Laura.’ Jenny said as she waved her hand back and forth in front of my face. Huh? Oh, sorry Jen.’ I said...
Dante was sitting at the far end of the table with racheal behind him resting her big tits on the back of his head. Racheal was a huge slut she always wore tight shirts that showed off her big tits and really short skirts that showed off the fact she dosen't wear panties. She was only 5 foot tall but she had a curvy body that drove the guys nuts except dante, which drove her crazy. She had even flashed her pussy to the class trying to get dante's attention if he noticed (or cared) he didn't...
LONG SHOT By Geneva A women's committee uses a magic book to change two men to women, to improve the life of one and the attitude of the other. This is a further tale of the exploits of the women's committee that featured in five of my earlier stories, "Making the best of it, " No Service At All", "The World is my Oyster", "Not Quite Done Yet" and "In Committee". START Vera looked round at the other eight women at her dining room table. It was getting more crowded, she...