DISCLAIMERS: There are none. These characters and this story
belong to me and me alone, so don't plagiarize. This story contains a loving
relationship between two consenting adult women. If you are under age or this
type of love is illegal in your neck of the woods ............ SCAT!!!
WARNING! This story deals with the sensitive subject of incest
and it's aftermath. I have tried to treat this as delicately as possible. I
feel it is important, so that the victims know that they truly are "the victims",
that this subject be openly examined.
Rating: This story is rated "R" for mature subject matter and
Dedication: In loving memory of Josephine and Evie. With a big
ole hug to Liz , Val and Vi, who always believed in me. All of these ladies
taught me about unconditional love and loyalty. I'm blessed to have had you
in my life.
April 29, 2000
Rachel Vincenti loved the high she got from pushing her body
to its limits. Endorphins were her drug of choice. She admitted to enjoying
the admiring glances she received from other women, some of whom would give
a weeks salary for a chance to bed her, but it was the sense of confidence and
wholeness with her body she really desired.
Her work- out buddies never understood
why a woman who looked like Rachel, never had a steady girlfriend. They had
assumed she was gay, since it was a predominantly lesbian gym, but they never
saw her out with the same woman more than two or three times. No one could seem
to get close to the enigmatic beauty. Most often she was seen out with her best
friend, Tory, the auburn haired owner of the gym, who always seemed close by
whenever some woman's advances became too much for the tall, dark haired woman,
with the almond shaped black eyes.
Rachel was on her favorite machine, leg pressing 500#'s, loving
the feel of the burn in her thigh and calf muscles. The sweat made her long
limbs shine with vitality. Meg admired her at a discreet distance, walking on
the treadmill, trying not to trip over her own two feet as she became entranced
by rippling muscles. 'God, she's beautiful. Look at her move. I gotta meet this
woman.' Meg was new to the neighborhood. Having finally decided she'd be more
comfortable living among her own kind, she'd moved to the mostly gay and lesbian
neighborhood off Rue Esplanade in old New Orleans. It was a new and wonderful
freedom. 'I wonder if she's attached? Guess I'll never find out if I don't talk
"Hey, my name's Rachel. What's yours?"
Rachel got up and stretched her powerful leg muscles,
with relief. She then went to work out her biceps and triceps, enjoying the
perusal of the petite, shapely blond on the treadmill. 'She thinks I don't see
her watching me. I wonder if she likes to dance? Well, I could just walk up
and ask her.' Rachel mused as she walked up to the treadmill and rested her
long arms over the hand rail and gave the little blond a sexy smile.
The little blond was so taken aback by the woman's boldness,
she nearly tripped off the treadmill. Rachel whipped around and caught her before
she fell unceremoniously upon her arse.
"Whoa, hold on. I gotcha." The powerful woman grabbed the
diminutive one around the waist with one arm and pulled her in close to her sweaty
'Oh God, can a person die of embarrassment? Now, she's holding
me. Geesum Petes! I must be turning ten shades of red. I can feel my ears burning.
But, it feels so good to be held by this woman.'
"Thank you. I'm so embarrassed. You Ok?" The blushing woman
"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you alright?" She looked amused.
"Only my pride is hurt, I'm afraid. Ummm, You can let go
of me now."
"Oh. Sorry. Let's try this again. I'm Rachel." The statuesque
brunette held out a long elegant hand.
"Meg. Pleased to meet you, Rachel." Meg took the proffered
appendage and looked into her deep dark eyes.
'Those eyes. They're the color of the ocean. I could drown
in them.' Rachel mused.
"Whew, I really need a shower. Would you like to go get
a cup of coffee with me at the True Brew after I get defunked?" Rachel smiled,
"That would really hit the spot. I need to shower too."
The blond grinned happily as they both walked into the locker room and took separate
Rachel brought her terry robe into the shower with her.
She didn't want her naked body seen. That was a rule of hers that she'd never
broken. She tried not to ogle the other women who had no such hang ups and walked
around the women's locker room naked as the day they were born without a care
in the world. It bothered her. That was something she reserved for private intimate
moments. After showering, she retrieved a change of clothing and went into a dry
stall to get dressed.
Meg left the shower stall wrapped in a towel, retrieved
a change of clothing and went back to the stalls to change. She'd always been
a little shy about being naked in front of strangers. She was pleased to see that
her new friend seemed to be that way to.
Feeling refreshed and energized, the ladies proceeded to
walk to the coffee shop.
Rachel opened the door for her new friend and got her order,
then went up to retrieve two mocha latte's.
"So tell me about yourself. You from New Orleans? What kind
of work do you do? Do you like to dance?" Rachel wiggled her eyebrows suggestively
"Well, let's see. I am a native of Covington, Louisiana,
I have a PHD in Psychology and yes, I love to dance." Meg smiled and blushed.
'God, she's so cute.' "Would you like to go dancing with
me?" Rachel asked hopefully.
"I think I'd like that a lot. When would you like to go?"
"How's tonight? We could go eat at La Peniche and then dancing
at Ruby Fruit Jungle." Rachel sipped from her cup.
"Oh, well, tonight? I guess that would be alright. I don't
have any clients to see in the morning. Ok, just let me go home and change, then
I can meet you at the restaurant for about 1930."
"No sense in us both driving. Do you live around here? I
could pick you up. I live straight across the neutral ground from Whole Food Grocery."
"Yeah, actually, I walked too. I live on N. Dupree." Both
women smiled at the fortuitousness.
"Then I'll pick you up, say around 1915. Let me walk you
home so I'll know the house." Rachel held the door open for her friend and they
walked in companionable silence, just enjoying the scent of sweet olive in the
"You didn't tell me anything about you. What do you do?"
"Well, there's not much to tell. I have a Master's Degree
in Nursing. I do mostly Health and Fitness Education in Hospital based diabetic
programs, High School Health and Safe Sex programs and I teach a Health and Fitness
course at Tory's Gym. It's not all that exciting, but it's needed and the Hospital
Corporation I work for pays handsomely. I still work PRN at Charity's Emergency
Room. It keeps life interesting.....to say the very least." Rachel remarked.
"What do you like doing the most?"
"I like lecturing to the fifth and sixth graders in my sex
education classes. I hope to educate them before they can be taken advantage of."
Rachel's face turned sad.
Meg thought to pursue the subject further, but they'd reached
their destination. "Here we are." Meg smiled, indicating her home.
"Oh! Ok. I'll pick you up at 1915 then. I'm looking forward
"Me too. See you later."
The women enjoyed their meal and light conversation about
their favorite music and movies. They laughed at the latest Hollywood gossip over
who's sleeping with whom and who has the best boob job. Meg found the silly topics
a nice break from her usually heavy fair and Rachel's sense of humor wickedly
Rachel asked for the check and both women reached for it.
"Oh no, I asked you out, remember?" Rachel raised an eyebrow at her companion.
"Rachel, let's get one thing straight. I pay my own way.
We are equals. If you want to pay for your own meal and I'll pay for mine, that's
fine. Gosh, I don't mean to sound insulting. It's lovely that you want to pay
for me. And, I may need you to at some time. But, I can afford to pay for myself
tonight. Ok?" Meg looked stubbornly into Rachel's eyes.
The tall brunette raised her hands in surrender. "Ok, ok.
We'll go dutch. If that's what makes you happy. You pay for yourself and I'll
pay for me. Not a problem."
The women paid their respective bills and got up to leave.
Rachel reached for the door to allow Meg to pass through. "Um, is it Ok if I hold
the door for you?" Rachel looked down at her date with a grin.
"Yes, you may. I confess I like your chivalry very much."
Meg grinned back.
"Why, thank you ma'am. It's my pleasure." The women walked
out onto the sidewalk into a star filled evening.
"It's a beautiful night. Would you like to walk off some
of that meal?" Rachel asked.
"Sounds like a plan. How far is it to the club?" Meg let
Rachel take her hand.
"Only about six blocks. Not far. Do you mind me holding
your hand?" Rachel asked almost sheepishly.
"No..... It feels nice. You are a nice woman, aren't you,
Rachel?" Meg asked sincerely.
The taller woman blushed, feeling her ears burning. "I hope
so, Meg. At least about some things I am, I guess.....So you're a shrink, huh?"
Meg chuckled. "Yep. Want to try out my couch?" 'God! I can't
believe I said that.'
"Is that an invitation?" Rachel chuckled as she raised a
dark eyebrow under her bangs and grinned lasciviously. Seeing the "deer in the
headlights look" on Meg's flushed face, Rachel decided to let her embarrassed
date off the hook. "You never know where we might end up..... So, where do you
"My office is just off Rue Esplanade. It's not far from
the gym. I love the convenience."
"Beats the hell out of driving way across Lake Pontchartrain
in all that traffic. Here we are." Rachel opened the door for Meg and they were
virtually deafened by the sound of dance music permeating the atmosphere.
"Do you want something to drink?" Meg yelled into her date's
ear over the pounding music.
"No, thank you. I came here to dance. Let's hit the floor."
Rachel pulled her partner onto the dance floor and let all of her inhibitions
The women laughed and moved to the music, enjoying the connection
between mind, body and rhythm. Rachel felt goose bumps on her arms as her spirit
rose and she became one with the music.
"God, she's beautiful, so graceful, like a panther. I wonder
if she's as dangerous?" Meg lusted after the dark woman, who moved with such abandon.
"I wonder what it feels like to hold that body. If they'd just play a slow song,
I'd find out. Maybe I could pay off the Deejay."
Meg had a plan that she was sure would get her what she
longed for. When the music stopped, Meg fanned herself with her hand and blew
hot air through pursed lips. "Whew, I'm thirsty. That was quite a work out." She
smiled at her partner.
"Can I get you something to drink..., or is that too butch?"
Rachel gave her a knowing grin.
"That would be great. How about a glass of ice water and
a peach wine cooler. I'll catch the next round. Ok?" Meg gave her a knowing grin
"Ok. This is about the cheapest date I've been on in years."
Rachel laughed as she battled through the bodies to get to the bar.
Meg took the opportunity to work her way over to the Deejay.
She slipped him a twenty dollar bill and told him to play some slow songs.
"Like what?" The orange haired youth asked.
"Crazy" by Patsy Cline. Everyone has that CD. And how about
some KD Lang. You know, romantic. If you do this for me, there will be more cash
where that came from. Do we understand each other?" Meg gave the youngster a "no
nonsense" glare, then walked off to find her date.
"There you are. I was wondering where you ran off to." Rachel
handed Meg her drinks and they grabbed an empty table.
"I had some business to attend to, if you know what I mean."
Thinking that she'd run to the bathroom, Rachel just nodded.
"What's that you're drinking? It looks yummy." Meg asked.
"A Mimosa. I get my vitamins and booze all wrapped up in
one." She held her drink up proudly.
"You are a health nut. Aren't you?"
"Yep. I admit it. I think I am addicted to endorphins. But
there are worse things to be addicted to." Rachel put on a serious face.
"Yes, I can vouch for that. I deal with my client's addictions
daily. Some have lost everything that mattered to them because of their addictions.
It's tragic. At least you are addicted to something that improves your quality
of life." Meg raised her wine cooler in a toast. "To healthy addictions. Maybe
I could get addicted to broccoli. What do you think?"
"I think I have some great recipe's I could loan you." Rachel
smiled and winked at her new friend.
"Oh boy, you are disgustingly healthy." Meg rolled her eyes
and took a big gulp of her drink, when the piano intro to Patsy Cline's Crazy
came over the loud speakers.
"Ooooh, I love this song." Meg stood up and took the Mimosa
from Rachel, then held her larger hand in her own. "Dance with me, Rachel." As
Meg looked down into dark pools, a stab of desire ran through her belly to her
"Love to." Rachel followed the petite blond onto the dance
floor. She took Meg's right hand and gently curled it into her left, then wrapped
her right arm around the small of her partner's back and held her close. Slowly
and gracefully she moved to the music, her smaller partner following her lead
effortlessly. 'God, she feels so good against me, so right. It's like our bodies
were meant to be together, moving as one.
Meg's left hand rested upon a well muscled shoulder as her
partner's chin lightly brushed against her temple. The smell of the dark beauty
was making her head spin. Tilting her chin down, she was able to enjoy the cleavage
she'd felt gently brushing against her. 'I think I died and went to heaven. She
is just so perfect. I want to kiss her. I just hope she doesn't reject my advances.
I don't know hardly anything about her. But I do know she likes to be dominant.
I hope not so dominant as to reject my making a move on her. Well here goes. Sink
or swim, Marguerite.' Meg looked up, surprised and delighted to see the eyes looking
down at her filled with the fire of desire. 'Oh yes, this is a good thing.' The
little woman ran her left hand up behind her partner's neck and gently pulled
her down so their lips nearly touched and their breath mingled. A soft, warm tongue
licked full lips then pulled back, running a wet trail down a succulent neck,
stopping at the pulse point to suckle gently.
A ripple of pleasure ran through every fiber of Rachel's
being, enjoying the ministrations of her partner's tongue. "She is making me so
aroused.' Rachel leaned down and captured moist lips, tongues explored, as their
arms wrapped around each other, their bodies gently rocking back and forth to
the music. When they came up for air, the music had stopped and they just stood
their, swaying, gazing into each other's eyes. The spell was broken when a hard
bass rhythm came pounding over the loud speaker. Rachel broke into dance and Meg
followed along with her.
The two new friends danced and cuddled and kissed till exhaustion
forced them to call it a night and walk back to Rachel's car. On the drive home,
Rachel held Meg's hand on her own thigh, rubbing and tracing the small blue veins
under the skin. Meg gazed up, studying her profile, her high cheek bones, aquiline
nose and strong jaw. She was a handsome figure for sure, but there was a gentleness
there. Almost a vulnerability. She was an interesting character. And, possibly
the most sensuous woman Meg had ever encountered.
Stopping in front of Meg's house, Rachel jumped out and
ran around the car to open the passenger door for her. 'Yes, I could get used
to this.' Taking the smaller woman's hand, she helped her out of the car and walked
her to the front door.
"I had a great time tonight, Meg. Can we do it again sometime
soon?" Rachel asked shyly.
'She's blushing. I don't get it. So many contradictions
in her personality.' "That sounds like a plan. What about tomorrow night. That's
if you are fee." Meg smiled.
"I'm covering for a friend at Charity's Emergency Room tomorrow
evening, but what about going roller blading with me in the morning? That's if
you are free." Rachel asked hopefully.
"Perfect. It will have to be pretty early, though. My first
appointment is for 1130." Meg replied staring up into smiling almond eyes.
"Don't you eat lunch? You work the strangest hours." Rachel
Meg laughed. "Sure, I eat lunch. Most of my clients work.
Inevitably one will only be able to see me on their lunch hour, which varies from
1130 to 1330. So I've planned my day in such away that I can be available for
them. I eat before I go to work. I'm usually booked from 1130 to 1830. I have
a lite supper, then work on my case files. It's worked out really well for me.
I can go work out in the Gym every morning, if I can drag my butt out of bed,
or run my errands. I like it. I'm not much of a nine to five type."
"I'm impressed. That was a smart move. I like a person that
can improvise. So, you want to meet me at Tory's gym at 0800? We can go skating
in City Park, then get breakfast at the City Park Coffee House. How's that sound?"
"Sounds great, except for one little detail."
Rachel frowned and furrowed her brow. "What's that?"
"I don't own any in line skates. In fact, I haven't been
on skates since High School, so you'll have play teacher." Meg smiled sheepishly.
"Oh, is that all? Don't worry. Tory has a whole slew of
roller blades she keeps on hand at the gym. I'm sure she'll have a pair that will
fit you. So, meet you tomorrow morning?" Rachel was relieved.
"Tomorrow morning it is. I look forward to my first skating
lesson. I just hope I don't break anything important, like my neck." Meg laughed.
"Don't worry. I promise, you won't break your neck. You
might bruise your butt, but your neck? Not a chance." Rachel giggled as Meg grimaced
and rubbed her soft round buttocks.
Rachel had an uncontrollable urge to hug her new friend.
'She's just so cute.' When she pulled away, Meg's expression had changed from
amusement to desire.
Rachel just stood there gazing into sea-green pools. 'Gosh,
she's got the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. I could gaze into them for
Meg couldn't look away. She wanted this
woman in her bed, but didn't want to chase her away by jumping her bones. "I'll
see you tomorrow, then."
"Um, yeah tomorrow..... I want to kiss you again." Rachel
stated as she moved closer to her quarry.
"Please......" Meg stood on tiptoe to meet the much taller
woman half way. Their lips met ever so gently. Rachel left her lips, then placed
little butterfly kisses upon her forehead, cheeks, eyes and nose as her hands
stroked her long golden locks. 'I'd better get out of here while I still can.
You don't really know her yet. Don't get careless.' Rachel placed a sweet kiss
on her date's moist lips, then pulled away and waved goodnight.
Meg slept soundly, dreaming of a dark, dangerous looking
woman screaming in ecstasy, firm breasts heaving under her sweat soaked body.
She would have some difficulty keeping her hands to herself today.
Rachel fought to awaken from her recurring nightmare.
'Come on Rach, you know you can trust me. I wouldn't hurt ya. I promise. Just
put your hand there. It feels so good. I can make you feel good too. A well
muscled teen age boy took a little ten year old girls small hand and placed
it on his penis, which was sticking out from his jockey's . His khaki uniform
pants were crumpled on the floor of his bedroom. Oh, yeah, that's right. Now,
rub it.....' The dream changed locations. She was a little older, young breasts
had begun to bud and wispy pubic hair lightly covered her sex. The teen aged
boy had more body hair and his penis had grown to an impressive size. He forced
the naked, squirming, begging eleven year old girl onto the cold tile floor
of his parent's bathroom. 'I'm not gonna hurt you, Rach. Don't you want to make
me feel good. I want to make you feel good.' The molester claimed as he held
her shoulders down, kissing and sucking her undeveloped breasts. She kicked
and fought, but he was much larger and stronger than she. 'Feel me, Rach.' A
large calloused hand pulled her small hand to his penis and moaned when she
wrapped her fingers around his girth. 'I'm gonna fuck you, little cousin. I'm
gonna make you feel so good.' He climbed higher on her body, rigid with terror,
and placed the tip of his penis at her virginal sex and he pumped. His arousal
was so great that he ejaculated shortly after tearing her hymen. She screamed
and cried in pain, fear and humiliation as he fell upon her The scene changed
again to the floor of the bathroom in her parents' home. 'Oh God! What's happening.
Aye, aye, aye it hurts!' The young dark haired girl sat on the toilet and rocked
herself, holding her lower abdomen, moaning at the painful cramps that seemed
to last for hours. Then, the pain having subsided, she curled upon the bathroom
rug and fell into an exhausted sleep. When she awoke, the blood between her
thin legs had nearly dried, but the evidence of her miscarriage lay still on
the floor, not more than two inches in length, it's little black eyes and nubs,
where there would have been arms and legs, discernible through the blood. "NOOOOOOOOOoooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Rachel shot out of bed like a canon ball and ran to the
bathroom of her cottage to throw up. Beads of sweat peppered her forehead and
chest. "Shit! What the hell brought that up. I haven't had that nightmare in
a long time. Fuck! That bastard is still haunting me. Why can't it just go away?
That was thirty years ago, for Christ sake!" Rachel brushed her teeth and walked
into the living room, picking up her guitar from it's stand. She began playing
a classical piece requiring great concentration to keep her mind off the past.
Meg arrived at the gym twenty minutes early. She had hoped
to get the chance to chat with Tory and get to know her better. She figured
her chances with Rachel would improve if her best friend approved of her.
She was surprised to see that her friend had arrived before
her and was working out, a sheen of sweat making her body glow in the flourescent
Rachel attacked her weights with a passion, trying to
defuse the anger she'd been feeling since her nightmare. She'd learned many
years before to get her anger out in a constructive manner. Pushing her body
had always worked for her. She ran on the elevated jogging track until she was
exhausted. The exertion cleared her head and gave her the sweet buzz she craved.
Meg watched her new friend in absolute
awe. 'She'll kill herself. I've never seen anyone push so hard. It's like she's
got the devil himself chasing her. What is it with that woman.'
Meg got on the treadmill until Rachel was ready to join
"Good morning, cutie." Rachel said as she practically
vibrated with energy, her tank top saturated, sweat dripping from her chin and
nose. "How's about a great big hug." The taller woman threatened, wiggling her
eyebrows, an evil grin gracing her angular features.
Meg ducked away from her predator and ran to hide behind
Tory, who'd been enjoying the show. "Oh no, you two." Tory held a hand against
each woman's chest, preventing them from moving any closer to her. "Rachel,
go take a shower. You reek! Meg, you go try on those skates on the counter."
Tory looked from one woman to the other, her expression letting them know she
would brook no playing this morning."
Rachel winked at her quarry. "Yes, mother. I never get
to have any fun." The dark haired beauty stuck out her lower lip and loped to
"God, she's adorable when she does that." Meg exclaimed.
"Yes, she is. Sometimes I wonder if....."
"Wonder what?" Meg searched Tory's eyes for the answer,
but the older woman looked away.
"Nothing. Try those skates on. I have work to do."
Rachel returned quickly in her biking shorts and a clean tank
top. "Hey, Tory, you have any knee and elbow pads we can borrow. I'll bring
them right back."
"We'll be careful. And, thanks for the loan."
"Sure, they're in the storage closet hanging on the wall
rack..... Y'all be careful. Don't break anything important, ok."
The women collected their things and headed out of the building.
Rachel walked up to a shiny cherry red 1964 Mustang. "Wow!
Rachel, is this yours? It's beautiful! Where'd you get it?"
Rachel opened the passenger door for Meg. "I found it about
five years ago and have been working on it every since then. I had a rental car
last night cause my neighbor was putting the new CD player in for me. He's a body
man and had to make some small adjustments to the dash to accommodate the more
modern sound system. I'm afraid I don't have all the original parts to the engine,
so modernizing a few things wasn't an issue. It's not, technically, a classic,
except to me of course. She's my baby." Rachel slipped onto the black leather
seat and stroked her stick shift as if it were her lover. "Just listen to her
purr. There's one thing I can say about Cherry that I can't say about many other
areas of my life. I get back exactly what I put into her. She's always responsive."
Dark eyebrows wiggled as she winked at her amused passenger.
"So "Cherry" is my competition?" Meg asked.
"Nope. Cherry has no competition." Rachel responded cockily.
Meg bravely tackled roller blades on concrete, holding onto
Rachel's hand for balance. She found it all very exhilarating, but her calf muscles
were screaming at her to stop. She did not complain. The last thing she wanted
was to have Rachel think she couldn't keep up with her. Who ever bagged this dynamo
would have to be quite the athlete.
Rachel finally took pity upon her protege and helped her
out of the skates and treated her to a mocha latte' and croissant before returning
her and the skates to Tory's gym. "That was fun Rachel. Let's do it again sometime."
Meg said with enthusiasm.
"Yeah, it was fun. I hope you didn't over do it, though.
You're new to this kind of thing."
"Nah, I'll be fine. I've gotta run home and get a shower
before work. Would you thank Tory again for loaning me her skates?"
"Sure..... Umm..... Look, Tory has an open house party the
first Saturday of the month, which is this Saturday. She has music and dancing,
free food, and soft drinks. However, you bring your own booze. Tory doesn't like
drunken women. Anyway, I always help out and I wanted to invite you to come. It's
kinda "uptown casual" attire.
You'll be surprised at all the local celebs that show up. Women
you never dreamed were gay. I've had some very interesting conversations at
these shindigs. It's women only, of course. She always advertises in the Gambit
and Times Picayune's Friday entertainment pull out section." Rachel had to stop
and take a breath. It was suddenly very important to her that Meg come.
"Ok. Sounds like fun. What time should
I be here?"
"The party starts at 2000. But, if you want to help us
get set up, you could meet me here about 1830 or 1900." Rachel said.
"I'd love to help out. I'll be here early then. Thanks for asking
me. I look forward to it." Meg turned to leave when Rachel called her attention
"See you Saturday." Meg walked away, feeling
all was right with the world.
"It just dawned on me that I don't have your phone number."
Rachel ran to the business counter and retrieved a pen and pad. She wrote her
phone number down and handed it to Meg. Meg took the pad and wrote her home,
work and cell phone numbers down for the beauty she so much wanted to know better.
Both women dressed to impress the other. They were each
aware of their mutual attraction and how much they wanted to act upon that desire.
Rachel decided to play it by ear. She wanted to be sure the adorable little Psychologist
was worth the tremendous emotional and spiritual effort and energy it would cost
her to maintain the relationship once it got intimate. She depended upon Tory's
judgement in these matters and was grateful for the opportunity for her friends
to spend more time together. It was important to her that the woman she might
be becoming involved with and Tory like each other. She was the only one in the
world Rachel really trusted, the only one who gave her unconditional love and
acceptance. The only real constant in her life for the last twenty-five years.
Although there was only a few years difference in their ages, Tory was both mother
and friend to her, her protector and advisor. She alone knew all her secrets,
all of them.
"Hey, I really appreciate you helping out like this. We
usually wear ourselves out before the party even gets started. The only way Tory
can afford to do this every month is if she doesn't hire any help. Help is always
on a volunteer basis and, needless to say, that usually winds up being me and
Tory." Rachel said as she dragged the weight benches against the wall.
"Oh, I don't mind at all. I think it's great that y'all
do this. What a great opportunity to meet interesting people and for Tory to make
"Yeah, it's really worked out well for her."
"And you? I bet you've met a veritable bevy of beauties
through these little soirees." Meg grinned and winked knowingly at her friend.
"I've met a few really interesting women. And I've gone
out with a few of them once or twice, but nothing serious. It's more of a group
thing for me. I enjoy spending a little time with the group and then I go back
to my "Cherry"." Rachel wiggled her dark eyebrows and winked.
"I must admit, Rachel Vincenti, you are an enigma to me.
I just can't figure you out." Meg shook her head.
"Must you figure me out, Meg? Can you just take what I can
give and leave it at that." Rachel was suddenly very serious and looked like she
Meg felt her heart break at the look in her friend's gently
pleading eyes. She quickly walked up to Rachel and embraced her. "Awe, Rachel,
I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. We'll take it slow. I know we've only
been seeing each other a week, but I do care for you and I love being with you.
You're my friend. You can depend on me. I didn't mean to push your buttons just
then. Forgive me?" Meg batted her long blonde lashes at Rachel and the big brunette's
heart just melted.
"Forgiven. Now help me move this damned bench. I feel like
a pack mule."
At 2000, the gym filled with chic, elegant women of every
persuasion. Most of those new to the monthly soirees flirted blatantly with Rachel,
but to no avail. Those who'd attended before knew it was a waste of time and energy.
She obviously enjoyed the attention and gave as good as she got, but then just
walked away or included as many other women into the conversation as possible.
She danced every dance and with sometimes more than one woman, but the rare slow
dance was reserved for a certain long haired blonde beauty. It was then that she
felt that safe warm fuzzy feeling she was beginning to associate with Meg. It
just felt right to be in her arms, to nuzzle her neck and to kiss her sweet lips.
'God, I want this woman. I want to give her pleasure beyond
her imagination. I want to love her. I think I already do.' When the romantic
ballad ended, Rachel took Meg's small hand and led her through the guests up to
the jogging track, which was also covered with women, some just talking, some
mostly groping. She pulled a key from her hip pocket and unlocked the only door
up there. Quickly she pulled Meg through and locked the door behind her.
Meg's heart beat wildly as she allowed herself to be led
through the murky darkness. Suddenly the room filled with dull light from a goose
necked floor lamp that Rachel turned on. "Where are we?" Meg looked around at
the rather large studio with its sofa and huge overstuffed chaise lounge, kichenette
and wet bar. There was an entertainment center with TV and stereo, which was being
pumped into the gym. The ceilings were ten feet high with several drop ceiling
fans. One wall was all windows from floor to ceiling that led out onto a balcony.
"This is really nice. I like the feel of it." Meg said.
"This is Tory's hiding place. She controls the sound system
from here. Mostly, she just lives here instead of going home. I actually live
in Tory's house. She hasn't been able to stay there for more than a couple of
days since Claire died. Too many memories. Which is the same reason she can't
sell me the place. Their bedroom hasn't been touched in two years. Even her clothes
are still in the closet. I know she goes in there sometimes when I'm at work.
I know the scent of her cologne. But, I've never mentioned it. She asked me to
give up my apartment and move in her house, so I did. I love it. At least she
lets me pay her rent and help around the Gym to compensate her." Rachel walked
over to the entertainment center and lifted off a 5X7 photograph of Tory and a
petite short haired blonde in shorts and a t-shirt sitting on "Cherry", holding
hands and smiling for the camera. "This is Claire. They were together for sixteen
years. I've never known any two people to be so in love, so totally devoted to
each other and their life together." Rachel was unaware of the tears leaking from
her eyes. "Sometimes I think I'm the only reason Tory didn't kill herself after
the cancer took her lover. She knew I needed her. I don't know what life would
be like without her. And, I don't want to find out." Rachel carefully put the
frame back where she found it.
Rachel felt Megs arms circle her waist and her small, warm
body hugged tightly against her back. "I'm so sorry. That must have been a nightmare
for you both. I'm sure you cared very deeply for Claire too."
The weeping woman turned around and buried her head in the smaller
woman's neck as small, gentle hands stroked her long dark hair, whispering words
When Rachel was able to compose herself
she looked at Meg and giggled, shyly. "This isn't exactly what I had in mind
when I brought you up here..... I'm sorry I spoiled the mood."
"Please, don't be sorry, Rach. This is the first time
you've really let me into your heart. I feel honored that you trust me enough
to let your defenses down..... Thank you." Meg cupped her friends still damp
cheek. "Why don't you go wash your face. Do you have any make up with you. You
look like you've been crying and I know you don't want to upset Tory."
"No, shoot! I didn't expect to need a repair job." Rachel
"Not a problem. I brought my purse in the trunk of my
car. I have some translucent powder, eye shadow and lip gloss that will perk
you right up. Be back in a jiff." Meg turned on her heel and headed for the
"Meg, please ask a couple of the girls to go with you.
Ok?" Rachel asked.
"Sure. Be back in five minutes." She winked at her friend
as she slipped through the door.
'Holy Smokes! It's standing room only down there. Where's
Tory?' Meg perused the crowd of women below the track she stood upon until she
gave up trying to spot her new friend. 'Well, I'm just gonna run out to the
car and back. With all these people around, who'd bother me?'
When Meg walked through the downstairs, she thought about
the woman waiting for her, who only asked her to do one little thing for her.
'Alright, alright, I'll find someone to watch for me.' Meg spotted two women
chatting by the front door and approached them, asking them to accompany her
as she ran to retrieve her purse from the trunk of her car which was parked
just at the turn of the block. The two women didn't want to disrupt their flirting
and agreed to watch her from the door.
Meg thanked them and walked briskly down the sidewalk.
She was unaware that the two women, whose assistance she'd engaged, had quickly
returned to planning the rest of their evening together, disregarding their
promise to watch out for the petite woman, who was a stranger to them.
'Well, her five minutes are up.' Rachel had washed and
dried her face, fixed herself and Meg a cup of coffee from the kitchenette and
was beginning to be concerned. The dark haired beauty walked out onto the jogging
track and searched the crowd below her for her friend. She didn't see her, but
did notice the two women talking in the front doorway. She quickly ran down
the stairs and maneuvered over to them. "Hi, Kris, have you seen a little woman,
really cute with long blonde hair? She had on a kind of teal colored silk shirt."
"Sure. She went to get something out of her car and we
were waiting for her....." It had just occurred to her that the little blonde
had not yet returned. "Oh, Rachel, I'm sure she's fine....."
Rachel didn't wait to hear anymore. She ran passed them
toward Meg's car, calling out her name, the two women slowly tagging behind.
She reached the automobile, whose trunk was still open. A cold lump filled her
heart with fear as she turned in a circle, straining her eyes to see any sign
of her friend.
"MEG.....? MEG ANSWER ME. WHERE ARE YOU?" Rachel shouted
frantically into the night. She stood as quietly as she could, trying to hear
any sound over the thumping of her heart.
Meg heard her friend nearby and knew she had to make enough
noise to draw her attention. The hand held against her mouth was dirty and she
could smell the stench of beer and cigarettes on the breath of her attacker.
The knife he held to her throat cut into her delicate flesh. She pushed herself
back against the outer wall of the gym to escape further damage.
It was an impulse really. She just forced her mouth open
as wide as she could, twisted her head as far as she could and bit down with
all the strength her terror gave her. Her attacker yelped in pain, releasing
his hold just long enough for Meg to scream "RACH!!!"
Rachel heard her and ran like a bat out of hell toward
the sound. She saw him, standing with his body pressed against Meg and she felt
a rage like she'd never known before. She didn't really think how she would
stop the man, she just dived on him, pulling him off of Meg with incomparable
strength. Meg slid down the wall weak with fear and relief.
Rachel grabbed the assailant by the front of his shirt
and, using all the leverage her superior height gave her, slammed his head into
the old brick wall, over and over again, experiencing an almost orgasmic thrill
at hearing his screams.
"Rachel, stop!!! You'll kill him." Meg yelled in panic
at the horror before her eyes and managed to pull herself to her feet, leaning
against the wall for support. She reached out and grasped her friend's shoulder,
effectively breaking her concentration. "RACHEL!!!" The distraction was all
the assailant needed to break away from the enraged woman's grip and run away
holding his bloody head in his hands.
Rachel turned back toward her prey and ran to catch him.
"NOOOOOooooo!" Rachel screamed as he ran away, far out of the reach of her anger.
Meg started screaming for someone to call the police. The two party guests had
already assessed the situation and were heading back for help.
Meg turned back down the alley and limped in the direction
her friend had run and stopped short at seeing her standing still, head facing
downward, her right hand pressed underneath her right breast.
"Rach? Rach, you ok?" She could hear the sirens racing
down Esplanade. "The police are coming. Rachel.....? You're scaring me."
The tall beauty did not turn around, but seemed to sink
slowly to her knees.
"OH, GOD!!! RACHEEELLL!!!!!" Meg ran to her stricken friend
and caught her as she listed back toward the pavement. Meg rested Rachel's upper
body upon her lap and gasped in horror at the blood oozing across her white
silk blouse like some macabre Rorschach test.
"What's up with all the sirens?" Tory ran to the front
doors of the gym as two women came running towards her screaming as they ran.
"CALL 911! CALL 911!"
"What happened!?!" Tory demanded.
Tory turned back inside and dialed the phone as the two
women plowed through the doors.
"Some guy attacked the little blonde and Rachel's beating
the shit out of him." The words rushed out of their mouths and into Tory's heart.
"911, may I help you?"
"Need an ambulance at Tory's Gym on Rue Esplanade."
"Maam, what happened?"
Tory had already handed the phone to one of the two witnesses
and ran out of the doors with her first aid kit as fast as she could run.
Meg held her friend, applying pressure at the wound beneath
her right breast. She had slowed the bleeding down a little, but she knew it didn't
"Please Rach, please don't die." Meg said as she gently
kissed Rachel's forehead. "Why didn't you let him go? Awe, Jesus, Rach, why didn't
you just let him go?"
Rachel looked up into Meg's eyes which were filled with
pain and took a deep enough breath to speak. "Because I don't want you to hurt
like I do, Meg..... I love you." Huge tears fell from the weakening woman's eyes
as she took another deep breath, wanting desperately for this special woman to
understand what only Tory had ever understood. "He hurt me Meggie. I don't want
to hurt anymore." A violent coughing fit racked Rachel's body, showering her friend's
blouse with tiny dots of red foam.
"RACHEL!?!" Tory slid to the ground next to her best friend
and assessed the damage. "Awe, shit! Don't try to talk, baby. Your lung is punctured.
There's an ambulance on the way." Tory said and made a pressure dressing, applying
it tightly under her friend's ruined blouse.
Rachel had another coughing spell and more evidence of her
sucking chest wound spewed onto both her friends. "Sorry, I ruined your party."
"Shut the fuck up, Rachel." Tory placed her finger on her
friend's bloody lips.
"She needs her head elevated more so she can breathe." Tory
helped Meg lift the limp weight high against her chest. The police had arrived
and were interviewing the two witnesses as the ambulance drove up and the EMT's
jumped out with the stretcher on wheels.
Meg explained to the EMT's what happened as they called
in her stats to the E.R. at Charity Hospital. "Miss, we need to treat your injuries
"Well you can just do that on the way to the hospital cause
I'm not leaving her." Meg insisted.
"Are you a family member, mam?" The other EMT asked, totally
devoid of expression.
"She's her sister." Tory jumped in. She new the rules and
new how important it was to Rachel for Meg to be with her.
"Go with them Meg. I'll meet you there after I clear everyone
out." Tory squeezed the younger woman's hand and ran back into the gym.
The emergency room doors burst open as the stretcher carrying
Rachel Vincenti rolled through. The EMT's were met by the trauma team, who immediately
transferred her to trauma room #1, where they were joined by Dr. Robert Marino.
Report was given as the trauma physician did a physical assessment. He'd already
informed the Director of Nurses that the on-call operating room staff needed to
be alerted, as well as Dr. Larimer in Pulmonary. Tory had called ahead and made
sure everything was in readiness. Every minute would be precious if her best friend
were to survive.
Rachel was immediately hooked up to humidified Oxygen and
a pulse oximeter was taped to the middle finger of her left hand. "Get her typed
and cross matched for six units of packed red blood cells, I need a central line
and an 18 gauge peripheral line. Start an IV of one-half normal saline wide open
and a plasma expander, whatever's within reach. What's her vital signs?" Dr. Marino
communicated to his staff.
Tory ran into the trauma room in time to hear her friend's
vitals and cringed.
"BP 90/40, Respiration 44, pulse thready and rapid. Patient
is diaphoretic, pulse ox. reads 74% oxygen saturation."
"Let's get those portable chest films, a CBC, SMA22 and
arterial blood gases. As soon as that's done we'll get her into the O.R."
"Robbie, can you assist in the O.R? I trust you more than
anyone with Rachel." Tory asked, nearly desperate for her friend.
"I already planned to. I can't stick through the entire
surgery but I intend to be there to make sure everything is moving on the right
Try not to worry to much. We'll take good care of her. If anyone
can survive this, she can. Rachel is the healthiest creature I've ever met."
Robert Marino chuckled and patted his old friend on the shoulder, wanting to
"Robbie, there was a young woman with
Rachel. Do you know where she is?" Tory wanted to fill Meg in on the condition
of their friend.
"No. But if you look at that schedule on the wall, you
should find her."
"Thanks..... for everything." Tory kissed her friend's
cheek as she went in search of Meg.
"There you are. Are you Ok?" Tory asked, relieved to find
Meg so quickly in the mass confusion of the ER.
"Yeah, just a few stitches in my neck and shoulder and
some bruised fingers." She tried to make a fist and winced. "Do you have any
news on Rachel?"
"They're prepping her for surgery now. She should be in
the OR in about ten minutes."
"I need to see her before she goes under." Meg walked
quickly to Trauma Rm. #1 and asked to speak to the patient.
"I'm sorry miss, but you can't be in here." One of the
nurse's turned to gently urge Meg out of the room, when Tory stopped her.
"For Christ sake, Evelyn, let them have a moment. It may
help Rachel fight if she has more to fight for." Tory said.
"You know the rules, Tory. And you are no longer on staff at
this hospital." Nurse Evelyn always resented her previous supervisor's rapport
with the patients and ER physicians. 'She always thinks she's better than everybody
else. Damned dyke.'
Dr. Robert Marino heard the arguing and went to investigate.
"Let's break the rules. I said she could see Nurse Vincenti. Now give them a
moment of privacy.....please." Robbie smirked at his least favorite nurse as
she walked passed him. 'She needs an attitude adjustment.'
Meg walked quickly up to Rachel, careful
not to disturb any of the tubes or wires and kissed her gently on her forehead.
Rachel was panting for breath and in considerable pain. Her blood oxygen saturation
had increased to 94%, but she still felt like she was in a fog. She looked into
pained green eyes and reached for the bandages on her friend's neck and shoulder,
with a worried expression.
Meg took her friend's hand in hers and kissed it. "I'm alright.
Just a couple of stitches. Thank you for saving my life." Rachel looked like
she wanted to say something so Meg piped back up. "Don't try to speak." Meg
brushed dark bangs out of somewhat unfocused eyes. "I know you are hurting inside,
Rach. But, right now we need to patch up the booboos outside. They're going
to take you into surgery now and make it all better." The two friends grinned
at Meg's use of baby talk. "Now listen to me....., I love you, Rachel..... I
need you. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Rachel nodded as a tear fell down
her cheek and into her ear. "Good. I need you to be strong for me....., for
us." Meg struggled to hold back the sob in her throat. "I'll be here when you
wake up." Meg leaned down and kissed her forehead, then rubbed her soft cheek
with her own. "I love you, Rachel." She whispered in the raven haired beauty's
ear, making her heart soar with joy.
"It's time. Let's get you all patched up." Dr. Marino and his
crew quickly rolled their patient out of the trauma room with IV drips and monitors.
Meg and Tory held hands as they watched
the most important person in their lives rolled away, both painfully aware they
may never see her alive again.
Both women sat in the waiting room just staring into space,
when Tory finally spoke. "Meg, why don't you let me call you a cab. I'm sure you
have to work tomorrow. No sense in us both sitting here."
Meg looked over at this new factor in her life and smiled.
"I've got a better idea. Why don't I buy us a cup of coffee and we get to know
each other better."
Tory grinned. "You got a deal, as long as you let me buy
the next round."
Meg nodded and they headed for the coffee machine.
The new friends sat in the empty surgery waiting room, telling
stories and getting to know each other.
"Rachel and I met in high school. She was long and lanky,
kinda awkward, like her muscles hadn't caught up with her bones. People thought
she was stuck up because she stayed to herself. But, we were thrown together on
a research project and I got to know her. She was shy and insecure. But she was
also smart. Anything that interested her, like English and physiology, she excelled
in. Unfortunately, she had lousy parents. They never took any interest in her.
They were too busy boozing it up and beating on each other. If it weren't for
her grandmother, Lord only knows how she'd have turned out. She's a great friend
and I love her like a sister. But, her family really screwed her up. And, not
just her mom and dad....."
"What do you mean by that?" Meg was intrigued.
"Not just her mom and dad screwed her up. What did you mean?"
"Look, Meg, there are some things you should hear from her.
It's not my place. I wish I could say more, but she..... Well, I just can't betray
her trust. I hope you understand." Tory looked absolutely sick.
"I do..... Tory, Rachel said some things when I was holding
her out there on the pavement. I asked her why did she have to fight the bastard.
Why couldn't she have just let him go? She said she didn't want me to hurt the
way she did. Then she said in this childlike voice, "He hurt me, Meggie. I don't
want to hurt any more....." Meg rubbed the tears from her cheeks with the back
of her sleeve. "What did she mean by that, Tory? If anyone knows, you do."
Tory shook her head and stood to pace the room. Then stopped
at the wall and leaned her forehead against the cool surface. "Oh, my poor Rachel.
She should tell you all this herself. It's not my place."
"Damnit, Tory. I can't help her if I don't know what's going
on in that beautiful head of hers. She was in such horrible psychic pain, that
she nearly beat a man to death."
Tory spun around to look at Meg. Shocked by what she'd just
heard. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that, if I hadn't been there to restrain her,
she would have killed that man. She just kept beating his head against the brick
wall, over and over, screaming, "No, not again, not her, leave us alone". I was
terrified. I've never seen such rage before."
"Oh, my God..... Forgive me Rachel." Tory let out a sigh
of resignation and sat down beside Meg. She looked up to heaven as if in silent
prayer and poured out her heart.
"Like I told you before, Rachel's parents didn't give her
any attention, but she has and older cousin who sure did. He was six or seven
years older than her and lived just down the block. She tagged along with him
like a puppy. He was her hero. He was the neighborhood bully and she was his little
mascot. Everyone in her grammar school thought they were brother and sister. They
have the same coloring and he use to walk her to school. She totally idolized
and trusted him. He gave her the attention she was starved for and his parents
tried to give her the affection that her parents never did." Tory stopped to take
a sip of her cold coffee before proceeding with the story. "When Rachel was ten
years old, her cousin began molesting her. He really fucked with her head, telling
her if she told on him no one would believe her and they'd send her back where
they got her from and she'd have no family anymore and have to be with strangers.
You see Rachel was an adopted child. Unfortunately, in those days, the follow
up by social services wasn't very thorough. Anyway, he kept telling her that he
was the only one who loved her and he just wanted her to make him feel good."
Tory grimaced, a look of disgust on her face.
"That bastard! How could anyone do that to a child!?!"
"He didn't just do it once. He caught her several times
over the next year. You see their grandmother had become seriously ill and their
parents were with her most of the day. So Rachel was place under Joey's supervision.
Like keeping the canary in the protective custody of the cat. The last time it
happened, he had her on his parents bathroom floor. She has nightmares about lying
on her back on ice cold tile as he forces his dick through, tearing her hymen
and ejaculating. It was the first and only time, that she's been able to recall
anyway, that he ejaculated into her. Well, you know the old saying, "It only takes
"My poor Rachel. Pregnant at eleven years old? How did her
parents take it?" Meg kept shaking her head and rubbing her tired eyes.
"She never told them. She miscarried on the bathroom floor
at her parent's home. She was all alone and scared out of her mind. She didn't
even know that she was pregnant. Christ, she was just a little girl. She was more
interested in horseback riding than in boys."
"Jesus, Tory, didn't anyone help her?" Meg started to cry
"Not a fucking soul. Her grandmother died during all this
and that pretty much took the attention of all the adults. Her grandmother was
the only one in her life she could depend on. She did tell a neighbor, but nothing
came of it. I guess they either didn't believe her or just didn't want to get
They tell kids these days to go straight to their parents
or the police. They tell them what inappropriate touching is and that not all
adults tell the truth or have to be obeyed. She didn't know any of those things.
The damage to her psyche is very deep. She still has nightmares. She's never had
a successful long term intimate relationship."
"That's so sad. She's an incredibly beautiful woman."
"Yes, she is, both inside and out. And there have been a
whole slew of women, and men, who've tried to bed her. She might take a woman
out to dinner or dancing, maybe to the zoo, if she likes them a lot. She's even
had sex with some of them once or twice, until they want to reciprocate and she
runs away. So, knowing how she is, she tries mostly to do things as a group. It's
safer for everyone that way. We do a lot of stuff together, too. We're really
the only family either of us has left. My partner died of cancer two years ago."
Tory looked away and took a deep breath.
Tory turned back toward Meg. "You are different. I've never
seen her take to anyone like she has to you. She wants to be with you all the
time. I think she really loves and trusts you. Maybe, you can break through and
help her with her intimacy issues. Your being a Psychologist may give you a better
insight into her needs. With you she can let her inner child out to play. I've
rarely seen her do that with anyone other than me and Claire. For all her physical
attributes and her vast nursing knowledge, she's still that same frightened and
betrayed little girl. It breaks my heart sometimes when I see the pain on her
face as she watches mothers with their children. If things had been different,
I think Rachel would have settled down with a nice woman and raised a couple of
rug rats. Life has cheated her, Meg. She deserves so much better."
Meg reached out and hugged Tory, both women crying on the
other's shoulder. "Thank you, Tory. Thank you for telling me. I want to make her
happy. I know you have risked her trust in you and I appreciate it."
Both women jumped to their feet when Dr. Marino entered
the waiting room with a huge smile on his beard stubbled face, a small geekish
looking Dr. Larimer by his side.
"She made it through the surgery just fine." Dr. Marino
"Oh, thank God!" Meg hugged Tory.
"What can we expect in her recovery?" Tory asked.
"Well, it'll be a tough road for the next few days. We had
to crack one of her ribs and cut her a good bit to get where we had to go. She
has a chest tube, 69 stitches and a dozen staples. She's gonna be really pissed
at how long it'll take before that shoulder will work right again. We've replaced
two units of PRBC's and she's on her third transfusion right now. I've ordered
one more after this. She lost a considerable amount of blood. She'll be going
to ICU for a couple of days when she leaves recovery."
"She's gonna be alright, though?"
"I think she has a fighting chance. Umm, I'm sorry I didn't
catch your name."
"Meg Poche'. I'm Rachel's friend." Meg shook hands with
her friend's savior.
"Hi, Meg, I'm Robbie Marino. I work prn with Rachel in the
E.R. and this is Dr. Larimer. He's our excellent Pulmonologist. As I was saying,
the next forty- eight hours are crucial. There are many possible complications,
the worst being an embolism. We've ordered heparin shots and IV antibiotics to
prevent infection. Lord only knows what was on that knife. A lot depends on Rachel's
state of mind, but you seem to be the best medicine for that." Robbie grinned
at the exhausted little woman.
Meg blushed and thanked both doctors. "When can we see her?"
"I'm afraid you'll have to wait til she reaches the ICU
and they are very strict about upholding visiting hours."
Meg's face fell. "Please, there must be some way I can see
"Well, we may be able to help you get in the ICU for more
than just a visit. After all, a patient in Nurse Vincenti's condition certainly
would require sitters round the clock. You and Tory can alternate shifts." Robbie
winked at his new friend. "I'll be sure to write an order to that effect and I
will name you both as her assigned sitters. Now I have to get back to the E.R.
Dr. James came in for a few hours to cover for me. I suggest one of you goes home
and gets some sleep. Rachel won't be coherent enough to know what planet she's
on for a few hours. The other one can take first shift when she's transferred
to Intensive Care." Robbie and Dr. Larimer left, feeling pleased and proud.
Meg and Tory hugged each other again, each saying a silent
prayer of thanks. Meg was the first to speak as she released her embrace and headed
back toward the coffee machine with Tory close at her heels.
"I think Rachel needs us both to be here when she wakes up.
Then, we can discuss shifts. How's that?" Meg said.
"I think you're right. Why don't we go
to the ICU waiting room. They usually have a couple of recliners in their. We
can nap til she's transferred. I'll tell the receptionist to let us know as
soon as she comes up."
"Now I know why Rachel admires you so. You're one smart
cookie." Meg chuckled. "Let's go put our feet up."
"Oh, God." The words slipped out before Meg could stop
them. The psychologist took in all the tubes, wires and noisy contraptions that
were attached to the pale, dark haired woman in the fully automated bed. 'She
looks so battered and frail. I should have let her kill the bastard. Ok, girl,
suck it up. She doesn't need you falling apart on her.'
Meg pulled a chair up to the bedside and took Rachel's
hand. "Rachel? Rach, it's me, Meg. Can you hear me?"
Rachel's eyes fluttered open, and followed the voice to
it's source. She couldn't concentrate for all the anesthesia she'd been given,
but she was aware of the golden haired angel calling to her.
Tory sat on the arm of Meg's chair and leaned toward her
best friend. "Hey, Rachel, it's me, Tory, and Meg. We've been waiting for you
to rejoin the living."
Rachel's bleary eyes slowly focused on the two people
most dear to her heart and smiled.
"Do you know who we are?" Tory asked.
Rachel nodded her head, then feeling her hand kissed,
searched out sea green eyes and tried to speak.
"Meggie?" Rachel whispered weakly. Feeling the scraping
of her chest tube, her breath hitched in pain and eyes widened at the creepy
feeling of having some fifth appendage hanging out of her side.
"Shush, now, baby. You have a chest tube and a lot of
stitches and staples going around your right shoulder. So, take it easy on yourself."
Rachel's eyes registered the information and she nodded.
Then she gently tugged on Meg's hand, signaling her to come closer. She tentatively
took a deeper breath to speak. "Meggie, did you say you love me?" It was barely
a whisper, but Meg heard every word.
"Yeah. I did and I do love you, Rach." Meg nearly choked
on the knot of emotion in her throat as she kissed the hand she still held.
Rachel smiled. "Me too." Then fell fast asleep.
To Be Continued in Part 2 of The Awakening by Lena
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