Shall We Go A-Shearing
A.K.A. Jamie Buys A Clue
Having returned to the cabin a while ago, the two women have finished washing the dishes and are half way through a game of "Kings Corners". Both women are seated across from each other at the one table in the cabin. Jamie is taping her fingers lightly on the tabletop as she waits for Jenny to finish her turn.
Jenny (still looking from her hand to the cards laid out on in front of her): That's not helping my concentration, you know.
Jamie: Huh? Oh, sorry. Bad hand?
Jenny: Yes. I think you stacked the deck.
Jamie: No, my cards are shitty too. Do you want to play some other game?
Jenny (throwing her cards down with the others): Sounds good to me! What do you wanna play?
Jamie: Ummm...how about poker? Though I don't think they have any chips around here. And I'm out of change.
Jenny (raising her eye brows as a thought occurs to her): How about "Kiss and Tell"?
Jamie (deer caught in the headlights expression): What?
Jenny (her green eyes sparkling devilishly): "Kiss and Tell" poker, the ante is some secret or escapade that has to match the other person's bet and if you lose, you have to tell the highest bet you made.
Jamie (a look of apprehension crossing her features): Okay. You wanna cut the deck to see who deals first?
Jamie has just finished up dealing after both women have removed their throw away cards. As the two arrange their respective cards, they glance at each other across the table.
Jamie: Okay, so, you make a bet and I have to see that bet with something that equals it? How do we determine what equals what?
Jenny (putting her elbows on the table, her cards folded face side down in front of her): A bet needs to be in the same category as the other person's bet. If I make a bet of telling you some stupid thing I did in my childhood, then you need to make a bet of some stupid thing you did in your childhood. If you can't make a bet, the ante goes to me and I win the hand. If it's the first round and there is nothing in the ante, then the hand goes to who ever went first, no one needs to say anything though.
Jamie: Sounds good. Go ahead.
Jenny (grinning): I bet you that I tell you about the time I had to be in a play about a pageant.
Jamie (eyebrows drawing together): What category does that fall under?
Jenny: Stupid childhood things. What do you bet?
Jamie: I bet you the time I organized a chariot race.
Jenny: Are you kidding me?
Jamie: No, are you going to raise the bet?
Jenny (going to put her cards down on the table): Naw, this one will do just for practice. What do you have?
Jamie (spreading her cards as well): Straight flush beats your four of a kind.
Jenny: Uh, yeah it does, doesn't it!
Jamie (smiling): Spill it!
Jenny: Well, this was when I was like in fifth grade. Mrs. Van-Heusen was the director, she was always so up tight about everything and I'm pretty sure she had it in for me. I had to be this lady who was supposed to be a very rich countess or something, I think she was called Marcessa. It was a long time ago, I don't remember everything that well. Anyhow, she was sponsoring one of the contestants in the pageant. My mother made my costume for me; she did that a lot since I liked to be in plays at school and all. Unfortunately she wasn't a very good seamstress and the outfit didn't quite fit me....
Jamie (shoulders shaking as she chuckled): How long was your cast on?
Jenny: About a month, thankfully my ankle had healed enough that it was only sore for another week and a half or so. I swear; Mrs. Van-Heusen must have turned purple before she fainted. I really didn't mean to grab the front of her dress when I fell off the stage.
Jamie: Baby dyke then huh?
Jenny: Oh no, not till college. Took me a while to figure it out. What about you?
Jamie (grinning): Thirteen. And before you ask, don't. I need something to bet against you with.
Jenny: Fair enough, my turn to deal.
The two women have played several hands now, the stakes raised only as high as college pranks. Jamie has learned quite a lot about her blond haired friend. Jenny has leaned that Jamie is a rather good poker player. Jamie: Umm...let see. Let's make this interesting shall we? How about I bet you the time that Jessan's love spell went awry?
Jenny: Ooooh! Getting into the hot and heavy or is this another childhood prank?
Jamie: Hot and heavy category.
Jenny (pausing for a moment): Okay, I'll bet you my first time with a woman.
Jamie (one eyebrow raising to her hairline): That's a bit higher than what I was betting you, I think.
Jenny: Yup, that's why it's a bet and a raise. So Wolfie, what's your bet?
Jamie (under her breath): Wolfie? (Then louder) I suppose I'd have to bet you the same.
Jenny: Same as what?
Jamie: Same as "my first time with a woman".
Jenny: Hmmm...I'd like to stay with that theme and go with "in detail, my first time with a woman".
Jamie (the other eyebrow raising): I'll see you that and raise you "sound effects, in detail, my first time with a woman".
Jenny: Uh...okay. I'll see that. What do you have?
Both women place their cards on the tabletop in front of them. Jenny's head pop's up with a smile after she has looked at the dark haired woman's cards. Jamie's head is still down, staring at the cards with a frown as if trying to change them by sheer willpower.
Jenny (smirking): A Royal flush beats a straight flush, queer's the better!
Jamie (sitting back a bit in her chair but still looking at her cards): Uh...yeah. Guess so.
Jenny (suddenly not wanting to make her friend too uncomfortable): Hey, if you don't want to go through with the bet that's fine. It's just a game. We could play another game; I think they have Monopoly here.
Jamie (now looking up with determination): No, I'll go through with the bet. I was just surprised that's all. Where do you want me to start?
Jenny (trying to appear non-pulsed): Uh, anywhere you want to.
Jamie: Okay, I'll start at the beginning. I was not quite sixteen. (At this she got an incredulous look from her friend) I'm not lying; you can ask Jessan since he knew the girl too. She went to our school and she and I had the same gym class together. We were also both on the softball team after school that year. Her name was Karen and she and her family had just moved to town when her father had transferred jobs from another state. She started tenth grade with us midway through the year.
Jamie paused for a moment trying to recall all the details. Jenny shifted in her chair a bit, the noise causing the dark haired woman to snap out of her retrieve.
Jamie: Sorry, where was I? Oh, Karen had strawberry blond hair and hazel eyes. She was muscular, but in that trim way, you know? The way that runners get looked good on her. As I told you before, I knew I was gay when I was thirteen. I had been keeping it hidden for the most part. I think Uncle Jacob knew though I had only ever told Jessan since he and I were best friends, like brother and sister. No one at school probably thought I was gay; I dated this friend of mine, Marcus off and on. Some probably suspected something, it's hard to hide your feelings when you're a kid, but no one ever said anything. I don't think they'd dare. People didn't pick on me; I sort of had a reputation for being tough.
Jenny (smiling slightly): I can't imagine why.
Jamie (wryly grinning): Well, anyhow Karen was the new girl and so of course she was "different" (Jamie made quotation gestures with her hands). There was something about her that made me keep looking twice at her whenever we were changing in or out of our gym clothes or uniforms though. Took me the longest time to figure it out till one time I glanced over at her while we were changing and saw that she had been watching me. She gave me a sort of knowing smile and laced up the rest of her shoe before heading out to the field. I was sort of shaken since none of the other girls I had ever watched had ever done that.
Jenny (letting out a whoop): "Other girls"? Geez! You sure no one ever said you were gay in high school?
Jamie: No one. I was pretty covert by then and my glances down to an art. But, yeah, Karen caught me and I don't know how I made it through practice. I kept thinking about that look she gave me. That knowing look that at the time seemed pretty come hither to me. At least that's what I analyzed over and over in my head during practice.
I dawdled for the first time in my life to not have to be in the changing room with her when practice was over. And when I thought most people were out of there, I headed in and changed as quickly as possible to make it to the after school bus in time.
It was when I got on to the bus and sat down that I noticed a note in the outer mesh pocket of my backpack. I took it out, thinking that Jessan had left it there or something. Instead, Karen must have slipped it in after practice. I fought turning around since she and I rode the same bus. Matter of fact, we had the same bus stop for the after school bus too.
Jenny (leaning forward): You're kidding? That's got to be awkward!
Jamie: Yes, it was. I though she was going to yell at me for looking at her. I hadn't read any of her note yet and we pulled up to our stop. I shoved the note back in my pack and got off the bus, determined to walk home as quickly as possible. But, Karen got off pretty quickly too and when the bus pulled away, she asked me if I had read her note yet. I said I didn't get a chance to and she sort of cocked her head and smiled. She asked me if I knew how cute I was when I was being shy and I about fell over.
Jenny: So, she did like you?
Jamie: That's an understatement. I think I stuttered something just before she kissed me. It wasn't the first time a girl had kissed me, but it was the first time one had gone after me before I went after her. Her lips were the softest things that I had touched in my life up until that time. Some where in the back of my mind I figured "why not keep kissing her" so I put my arms around her and pulled her closer to me. We must have looked odd standing out there on the road holding each other with our lips locked.
At some point she pulled back and said something about going to her house. I think I just nodded and followed after her. She and her parents lived at the very end of our property in some of the condos that a lot of executive types like to rent when they stay in town. I always guessed her family had money since she had once mentioned something about her father once being transferred over from a German location.
When we got to her house, she told me her parents weren't at home. They had gone out to some swank place for the evening and we had the house all to ourselves. I did have enough presence of mind remember to call home and tell Uncle Jacob that I was at a friend's house and not to send a search party out after me.
Jenny (and odd look on her face): Am I missing something here? This chick wants you to go to her house and you don't know her that well?
Jamie: We weren't really friends. More like acquaintances, and teammates. Though at that time it was early on in the season and our team hadn't gotten to know each other that well yet. But yes, I didn't know her very well and she didn't know me very well and she was inviting me over to her house to hang out without her parents around.
Actually, it turned out that she wanted to do more than just hang out. When we got to her parents' house, she started to run her hands up and down my back, tugging my shirt out of my jeans at the same time. She kissed me more, harder this time and sucking on my tongue and lower lip. My hormones sort of took over and decided that this was a nice ride and that they were going to have one hell of a time even if I had no idea what was going on.
Somehow we got to her bedroom, losing a lot of clothing along the way. I had managed to pull her shirt off, but was having a hell of a time with the clasp on the bra. She was moaning into my mouth when I pushed her onto the bed and saw that the clasp was one of those front jobbies.
I know that I was growling, it's sort of hard not to do that when you're part wolf, and I think this was definitely turning her on. She had managed to push me over on my back and had undone the clasp to my jeans when I almost howled as she put her hand against me. I could smell myself and I could really smell her and it was driving me nuts. I needed to get closer somehow to the source of her very wonderful smell and I needed to do it now...
Jamie sits back in her chair, breathing a bit quicker while her blue eyes glow with a primitive light. Jenny is still sitting across from her friend, stock still, as her ears burn from the last few parts of the dark haired woman's story.
Jenny (wondering how it would look if she fanned herself): Oh, my!
Jamie: Yeah, so that's my "first time with a woman, in detail, with sound effects". Umm...I need to take a walk. I'll be back in a bit.
Jenny watches speechless as Jamie gets out of her chair and walks calmly out of the cabin. Staring after the woman for a while Jenny snaps out of her daze and shakes her head. Wincing slightly at the pain in her back that a pulled muscle from canoeing brings on, she decides to take a hot shower.
Outside of Cabin
20 minutes latter
Jamie has decided that running around the lake is a good distraction from the story she has just told. This is her second time around and the exercise has done nothing to curb her out of control hormonal surges. Remembering a small beach at the bottom of a rise a little ways over the next ridge, Jamie decides that maybe a swim would be better.
Pulling her shirt off ahead of time the dark haired werewolf fails to see some small roots coming out from a bush on her right.
Inside of Cabin
15 minutes latter
Jenny has just finished her shower and is now sitting in her pajamas on the couch in front of a roaring fire. Rubbing the last of the kink out of her neck she looks up wide-eyed as a dripping wet Jamie comes in the door.
Jenny (mouth hanging open in surprise): Wha?
Jamie (pulling off her wet shoes and making her way to the bathroom): I fell in.
Jenny (regaining her composure): What do you mean you fell in?
Jaime (standing by the bathroom door): I fell in the lake.
Jenny: You fell in the lake?
Jamie (before entering the bathroom): Yeah.
As the door closes firmly behind her friend Jenny turns back to the fire in wonder over her friend.
Sunday October 17th, 1999
Interior of cabin
Jamie is lying on her back in her sleeping bag, staring up at the ceiling of the cabin. Beside her Jenny is sleeping soundly in her own bag, blond hair spilling forth and framing the small woman's face. Jamie knows that Jenny's hair is framing the woman's face because every once and a while (read five minutes) she has glanced over at her friend.
After a while Jenny stirs awake...
Jenny (cracking open her eyes and looking over at the blue eyed woman beside her): Hey...ack! I sound like I swallowed a cigar!
Jamie (eyebrows raised, but smiling at her friend's near croaking sounds): Naw, been there done that. You just sound like you have a frog in your throat.
Jenny: Ick! Get it out!
Jamie (scrunching her nose slightly and almost giggling): If you insist...
Jenny (waving away the blue eyed woman's hand): Dufus! I'm joking! Sheesh! My throat feels better now anyhow.
Jamie (stretching her arms above her head): So, what's on the "vacation agenda" today?
Jenny (flipping on to her stomach and propping up her head on one hand): Clean up the cabin and head back home I guess. Anything else you want to do while we're here?
Jamie (pausing to think): Actually, yes.
The dark haired woman gets out of her sleeping bag and unzips the blond woman's bag at the same time. Green eyes go wide as Jamie pulls Jenny to her feet and towards the cabin door. Ignoring her friend's queries Jamie pulls on boots and indicates that Jenny should do the same. As her friend just finishes tying her laces Jamie takes the blond woman by the hand and pulls her out the cabin door...
Hour and a half latter
Jamie (rocking back on her heels to look up at the blond woman before her): So, what do you think?
Jenny (licking her fingers as she reaches for more): It's not bad. Though, I never said I didn't like rabbit. It's just the whole thought of killing something fuzzy is all.
Jamie (turning over the small roasted carcass before them): This is what you have to do sometimes to survive though. Killing isn't fun, it's just often essential in order to live. At least in my life it is...
Jenny: Things are that harsh in your life? That you have to kill a lot?
Jamie (pausing to gather her thoughts): I don't kill every day, if that's what you mean. It's just that every time I have to kill, it seems like it's everyday.
Jenny: I'm sorry, but it is to your credit that you do feel every time you kill.
Jamie (with an almost child like voice): I just wish it were possible to right all of the wrongs without any destruction.
Jenny (pensive): Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn't. I use to think that everything would get better if people just talked about their problems. Now...I don't know, maybe some people are just truly evil no matter what.
Hey, thanks for showing me how to catch and cook a rabbit though. I like knowing more about...finding out about how Garou live.
Jamie (looking at the blond woman beside her for a moment): Thank YOU for making me take a vacation again. I'd forgotten how much fun I have camping.
Jenny: No problem. Though, I do have one question...
Jamie: What's that?
Jenny (holding up hands dripping with juices): How do we get the stickiness off?
Jamie (giving her a lopsided, evil grin): Ever been skinny-dipping?
Children of Gaia Clan House
Jamie's Range Rover comes up the driveway and pulls into its regular spot in the yard. After a small pause Jenny and Jamie climb out of the SUV and move around to the trunk to pickup their gear.
Jamie (hoisting her pack onto her back): Long drive, huh?
Jenny (cocking her head slightly): Glad you're back?
Jamie: Yes...and no. I like my work. It was just...nice to get away for a bit.
Jenny: "Nice", hey you used a feeling word Wolfie!
Jamie (incredulous look): What?!? I use other feeling words.
Jenny (heading up towards the house beside her friend): Name another.
Jamie: Well there's...
Scene fades out to Jaime placing her clothes and such away in her room by herself. Jessan walks by the room and pokes his head to check on his cousin.
Jessan: Hey Cuz! How was the vacation?
Jamie (placing the last from her pack away and stowing the bag in her closet): Okay.
Jessan (coming further into the room): "Okay"? Care to elaborate on that Ms. McConnor?
Jamie: It was okay. Interesting, but not too restful.
Jessan: Mmhm. "Interesting but not restful". How...interesting.
Jamie (giving him a look): What do you mean by that?
Jessan (trying to hide his smile but failing): Oh, nothing.
Jenny Lyden's Bedroom, Children of Gaia Clan House
Jenny is preparing for bed, hoping to get a good night's sleep for a new workweek. Moving past her small room desk, she happens to glance at the calendar there.
Jenny (referring to a ball for the Garou later in the week): Huh, forgot about that. Wonder what that will be like...dress-up, or fur-up?
Jenny (glancing slightly around the room): Oh-kay...now I'm talking to myself. Or maybe not. Hello!
The blond woman bends down to pick-up her cat Arti who has creped out from under her bed.
Jenny (petting the feline): What do you think Arti? Can she wear a dress, or will it be a tux?
Jenny (getting into bed): My thoughts exactly!
Scene fades as Jenny settles down into bed and turns out the light.