The Right Thing
By SX Meagher
"I dont recall asking if you wanted to attend the camp, Townsend. You seem to be under the mistaken impression that your opinion carries weight in matters such as these." The refined Boston Brahmin accent that slipped from the lips of the elegant, impeccably outfitted woman was even more clipped than usual, the only evident sign of her growing pique.
The woman cast a quick glance at her daughter, who was curled up tightly against the opposite door in the rear of the limousine, staring out of the window as though she were transfixed. "I dont appreciate being ignored, Townsend. Now, I asked for your word, and Id like to hear a response from you."
Turning her head slowly, her blonde hair skimming across her shoulders, the insolent young woman glared at her mother for a full minute. As usual, the older woman did not blink or avert her gaze her spirit at least as indomitable as her daughters. Her mouth curled into a sneer, and Townsend said, "You dont trust me any farther than you can throw me. Why is it so important to have my word?"
Raising an elegant brow, Miranda Jameson Bartley inclined her head and gave her daughter a wan smile. "I suppose you have a point. Your word obviously means nothing to you, nor does our family name. I wish I had a glimmer of a clue as to what makes you tick, Townsend, but I suppose thats merely a fantasy."
The younger woman turned her head again, choosing not to engage her mother in one of their endless, fruitless discussions. "Where are you going after you deposit me?" she asked the window.
"After I escort you to the camp," the woman corrected, "Im going to Charleston for a book signing. Then Im off to Europe. My publicist has me scheduled for nearly forty cities in just over two months time. Ill need at least a month to rest after that nightmare."
"Sucks to be you," Townsend said, sounding as bored as possible.
"I think we can both use a vacation from each other," Miranda sniffed.
"Yeah. The three months you were at home this year have been a little much. Of course, I was away at school the whole time you were home so whats it been two, three weeks that weve been together this year?"
"Id be happy to have you attend school in Boston, Townsend. However, there isnt a private school in the entire state that will accept you. If it werent for my reputation, you wouldnt even be allowed to attend this camp. Im just happy that they havent heard of you down here in South Carolina."
"Oh, dont worry, mommy dearest, your name will be thoroughly tarnished by the time they expel me. By the way, where should I go when they throw me out on my dyke ass?"
"Must you use that disgusting term? Your psychiatrist has told you time and again that youre too young to have your sexuality determined yet. You might well find that youre as heterosexual as I."
"Id kill myself," Townsend muttered, just loud enough for her mother to hear.
"Darling, I know that your predominant goal in life is to mortally wound me, but its just not going to work. Id prefer that you were at least civil to me, but thats obviously not to be. I personally think that you should spend your energies doing something more productive." She turned to her daughter and closed her eyes briefly, wondering how things between them had gone so horribly wrong.
"You didnt answer me," the girl said, still refusing to look at her mother. "Where should they ship my cage when they throw me out? Boston, or the Vineyard?"
The older woman sighed heavily. "Your father cant watch you while hes working, and I wont have you running wild on the Vineyard. I still have some people on the island who dont laugh at me behind my back."
"Dont be so sure of that," Townsend muttered, snickering at her joke.
"If you manage to make your stay shorter than planned, I suppose Ill have to hire someone to watch you. Ill put a call in to the Federal Marshals and see if anyone is up to the task."
The girl laughed softly, nodding her head. "That was actually funny. I must be rubbing off on you."
"I wish that we could each have some influence on the other," Miranda said wistfully.
The sullen young woman curled up even tighter against the door. "That makes one of us."
* * *
"Hennessey? You bout ready, baby?"
"Yes, Daddy. Im set." The tall, thin, brunette hoisted her bag onto her shoulder and started down the stairway from the second floor. Walking into the kitchen, she wrapped her arms around a once equally tall, now slightly shorter, woman. The woman was of an indeterminate age, but her hair was still mostly black, and her skin was unlined and smooth. She wore an ancient pink nightgown that covered her all the way to her knees, and Hennessey reflected that it was the only one shed ever seen her wear. "Bye, Gramma. Ill try to find a way to come visit at least once."
"Now, dont you worry about that, child. Your granddaddy and me just want you to enjoy yourself. Dont give us a tiny little thought."
"Ill think of you every day, and you know it." Hennessey kissed her grandmother fondly. "Tell Granddaddy I love him."
"I will, String Bean. You take care and make your gramma proud."
The young woman flushed modestly and nodded. "Bye-bye, Gramma. See you in August."
"You ready, Hennessey? Were gonna be late."
"Coming, Daddy." The young woman dashed out the front door, her bag thumping against her hip.
Father and daughter climbed into the battered, aged pick-up truck, both holding their collective breaths, hoping that the temperamental engine would deign to cooperate. With a belching grumble, the truck fluttered to life, and Dawayne Boudreaux settled back and took in a breath. His daughter held her own breath as long as possible, always having to spend a few moments to acclimate to the malodorous truck. She had intentionally placed her bag in the bed of the truck, hoping in vain that the wide variety of offensive smells wouldnt infuse both her and her bag.
Dawayne twitched his head in the direction of the bed. "That all youre takin?"
"Yeah. We all wear uniforms, so I dont need much."
"Well, I guess you know the drill by now. This your fourth year?"
"Uh-huh. First one Ive been a house leader for, though."
"How much you fixin' tget?"
"Not much," she shrugged. "You know how it is, Daddy. They never pay kids much." In reality she was making a thousand dollars a week, but she was loath to reveal that bit of news to her father. Dawayne was a very proud man, and learning that his seventeen-year-old child was going to earn substantially more than he would over the summer was not the type of thing she wished to share.
They drove on in silence or in as much silence as a truck with two hundred ten thousand miles and a holey muffler could provide.
* * *
"Were here, Townsend. Townsend. Townsend."
"Were at the camp. I dont have much time, but I want to meet the headmaster before I leave."
"Go on." The girl moved not a muscle, staring blankly out the window.
"Fine." Miranda picked up her purse and opened the door. "Im going to meet the headmaster, then Im reclaiming this limo. If youre still here when I get back, youre going to Europe with me." She exited and closed the door crisply, striding down the drive with her usual confident grace.
"Fucking bitch." The girl looked into the rear view mirror and caught the gaze of the driver who was giving her a patently disapproving look. "Eat me," she growled, throwing the door open and stalking away from the limo, knowing that someone would take care of her bags.
* * *
"Thanks for the ride, Daddy," Hennessey said as they pulled into the drive. "Ill see you in August, if not before."
"Take care of yourself, girl," he said, offering a rare show of affection a rough squeeze of her shoulder.
"I will, Daddy. Good luck this summer. Full nets, cold beer and hot gumbo, right?"
"Thats it, baby." He gave her a shy, boyish smile, and she gazed at him for as long as was polite, trying to memorize his expression to keep it close to her heart.
* * *
The moment Hennessey reached her bungalow, she stripped off her clothes, then put every stitch of her clothing in the washer, along with everything from her suitcase, and then added the nylon duffel. She stood in the shower, scrubbing herself roughly, trying to get the smell of fish off her body and hair. By the time shed finished, and had slipped into her uniform, the living area was filled with five mildly anxious-looking faces. "Hi there," she said, smiling broadly. "Im Hennessey Boudreaux, the house leader of Sandpiper House." Looking at the young women she said, "Looks like were one short, so Ill save my speech for when were all here. Were going to have a camp-wide meeting at 5:00 in the recreation bungalow, so lets meet everyone, then you can all wander around a bit until then." Turning to the girl on her far left, she said, "Why dont you each tell us your name, where youre from, and how old you are."
A shy looking brunette with big, brown eyes began the introductions. "Im Missy Blaine. Im from Winston-Salem, North Carolina and Im fifteen almost."
The girl next to her said, "Im Tamara Goodley. Im from New York, and Im almost sixteen." Tamara appeared to be surprisingly self-assured for someone not yet sixteen, but Hennessey knew that first impressions were sometimes misleading.
Next up, the redheaded young woman beside Tamara spoke. "Im Devlin Cook. Im from Chicago, and Im fifteen." Hennessey wasnt sure what led her to this supposition, but she had a feeling that Devlin was going to need close supervision. She knew that the administration put at least one problem child into each bungalow, and something about the look on the girls face indicated she might be the one.
A girl so shy she looked to be on the verge of passing out hesitated before stammering, "I Im Hailey B B Brooks. Im f f from Hattiesburg, Mississippi, and Im fifteen." Finished, she let out a massive sigh, getting a warm smile from Hennessey.
The last girl cleared her throat and said, "Im Ali Monroe, from Palm Beach, Florida. Im also fifteen."
"Great, great. Its nice to meet you all. I think well have a great time this summer, and all learn a lot."
"You didnt say where youre from, or how old you are," Devlin reminded her with a touch of a challenge in her voice.
"Oh. Well, Im from near here. Beaufort, South Carolina, to be exact, and Ill be eighteen in October. I just graduated from high school."
"Thats not very old to be in charge of us. Ive got brothers older than you, and theyre worthless." Devlin was giving her another pointed look, and Hennessey mentally rolled her eyes.
"This is my fourth year here at the Academy, and I think Ive proven myself to the administration. They know me and trust me. Over time, I think you will, too." She looked around the room, cocked her head and asked, "Any other questions? No? Then feel free to explore. But I want you all to be in the rec bungalow by 5:00. Do you all wear watches?"
Five heads nodded and she excused them, going over to her things to check her roster. Frowning, she called the administration bungalow and queried the secretary who answered. "Hi, Dorothy, its Hennessey. Im missing a camper Townsend Bartley. Have you heard from her?"
"Well, her mother was here just a few minutes before you arrived, Hennessey. Im sure shes in the compound."
"Great. She must be lost. Ill take a look around and see if I can scare her up. Ill try to be on time, but if Im not, will you explain to MaryAnn why Im late?"
"Shell know you have a good reason, Hennessey," the secretary said. "She knows that she doesnt have to worry about you."
"Thanks, Dorothy. I appreciate that."
"See you later, Hennessey; and dont worry, the Bartley girl will show up. She might just be a little homesick."
* * *
It took her over a half hour, but Hennessey finally found her charge a cute, young blonde woman of average height, sitting on the edge of a fishing dock at the far end of the compound. She was leaning back on her braced arm, smoking a cigarette, and listening to what Hennessey assumed was an MP3 player.
Striding to the end of the dock, Hennessey stood next to the young woman, and crossed her arms over her chest. "Are you Townsend Bartley?" she asked, her ire showing.
The blonde head did not move, so the house leader leaned over and tugged the headphones from her ears. "Are you Townsend?"
"Uh-huh. Who wants to know?"
"Im Hennessey Boudreaux the head of the house youll be staying in. Didnt you get the message that you were supposed to report to the house?"
The younger woman shrugged, then turned slightly and took in the woman who was addressing her.
She was tall and thin, but with hints of wiry strength in her lanky frame. Her skin was surprisingly dark the young woman having obviously spent too much time in a tanning booth. But after a moment, Townsend decided that the copper color suited her, setting off her bright blue eyes and white, even teeth. Her long, black hair shone in the sunlight, the hair so dark that even the highlights were blue. Her face was probably quite lovely when it wasnt scrunched into a perturbed frown, much as it was now, and Townsend spent a moment regretting that shed likely never get to see the woman smile.
She wore a sky blue, short-sleeved shirt with an insignia of some sort over her breast, and a pair of chalk-colored shorts, neatly cinched with a light blue web belt. Both articles of clothing were a little large for her, and Townsend guessed that she had to wear a larger size than her width required, just to cover her length. She should have those clothes tailored. I bet shes got a smokin body hidden under there.
Once her examination was complete Townsend sighed, deciding to let the games begin. "I didnt read any of that crap. I figured someone would tell me if any of it mattered."
Hennessey sat down next to the camper, facing the ocean, a contemplative look on her face. "Its all important. A lot of people spent a lot of time preparing those materials. Youd be well served to read it all of it."
"I think Ill wait until the Cliff Notes come out." She flicked her spent cigarette into the ocean and leaned back on both hands. "Anything else?"
"Yep. Were having a camp-wide meeting at five oclock in the recreation bungalow. You should be there."
The young woman shook her head, then took out her cigarettes, lighting one with practiced ease. After taking a long drag, she blew the smoke out in a series of perfect rings. "Look, Hennessey is it?" At the womans nod, she continued, "I dont do group things. Im not a joiner. Now, just let me go about my business, and we wont have any problems."
"Thats just not going to happen, Townsend." Hennessey looked as though she were filled with regret. "Youre my responsibility, and I take my responsibilities very seriously."
"Ya know, that charming sentiment would have more kick to it if I had the slightest interest in staying here. Youve got no power over me, chief. Id like nothing better than to be on the first plane out."
The tall womans rather pronounced accent, and her slow, soft, alto voice made it seem as if she were in slow motion. Townsend was used to the nearly frantic speech patterns of her native Boston, and she felt a moment of sympathy for the slow Southerner that she was facing off against. This would be more fun if we were more evenly matched. How am I supposed to have a battle of wits with an unarmed woman?
As Townsend was contemplating her own superiority, Hennessey reached over and plucked the pack of cigarettes from the girls breast pocket, crumpling them in her fist. "Well, youre mine until youre on that plane, and as far as I know, the next plane isnt until tomorrow. Lets go." She grasped the collar of the camper's shirt and tugged firmly, Townsend rising with her in self-preservation.
"You cant toss me around like a rag doll! And you cant take my cigarettes! I have rights!" She was struggling fiercely, but not making much headway against the taller woman who still had hold of her shirt.
"No smoking in the compound. Period." She started to walk, pulling Townsend right along with her. "And, just for the record, you have no rights. Your parents have charged us with your guardianship for the summer. You can think of me as your temporary mom."
"Fuck you, Mom! Let go of me!"
"Will you come with me to the meeting?"
"Fuck!" She tried one more time to wriggle out of the hold, but was entirely unsuccessful. "Yes, damn it!"
Hennessey let go, and to her surprise the younger woman didnt take off, or slug her. She walked right alongside, looking up at the house leader with a mixture of loathing and curiosity. "Do you get paid for each one of us you manage to hold on to?"
"Nope." Hennessey chuckled lazily. "Id get the same if I had six or one. My life would be much easier with one, by the way."
"Then why do you care? Whats it to you if I smoke, or skip a stupid meeting? Ill just do something that gets me thrown out of here tomorrow. The more rules I know, the more Ill break. Believe me, its better to keep me in the dark."
"Then well just have to deal with that tomorrow, wont we?" They had arrived at the large recreation bungalow, and Hennessey held the door open for the younger woman. "Here we are," she said. "Enjoy!"
* * *
As soon as the group meeting was finished, Hennessey sought out the headmaster of the Academy, MaryAnn Teasdale. "MaryAnn!"
"I had a feeling Id be getting a visit from you, Hennessey. Walk me home."
They left the building together and walked the short distance to a small, but well appointed bungalow. Entering, MaryAnn asked, "Something to drink? I have some iced tea."
"Sure. Thatd be nice." Hennessey sat in one of the padded wicker chairs and waited for the older woman to return with two glasses.
As MaryAnn sat down, she said, "Im no psychic, but I have a feeling youre here to talk about Townsend Bartley."
"I see her reputation precedes her," Hennessey said dryly, taking a sip of the cold, sweet drink. "She wants to go home, and given how she acted today, I have a feeling shes gonna get her wish."
MaryAnn looked at her for a moment, then said, "I hope you dont mind that I put her in your cabin, Hennessey. I know I expect a lot from you, but Townsend is one little reclamation project that Id really like for you to take on if youre willing, that is."
"Have I angered you in some way?" the young woman asked, her mouth quirking up in a grin.
"Of course not. Townsend is well, shes a very troubled young woman, Hennessey, and Id love to be able to help her get her life on track. Her mother made it clear that she wont blame us if we have to send her back to Boston, but she said shed have to hire a stranger to watch her if we do shes going to be in Europe all summer on a book tour. Mrs. Bartley was popular before, but now that theyve made that movie from one of her best-sellers her popularity has gone off the charts."
"Her mother is Miranda Bartley?" the young woman gasped. "I I had no idea!"
"She sure is. And if we can keep the little devil here all summer, Miranda promised to offer a series of lectures next year as a thank you."
"Wow! Im not a fan of her work, but it sure is popular. That would really draw some attention."
"Yes, it would; but you know thats not how I do business, Hennessey. Im more concerned about the girl than I am about her mothers promise. I honestly think she could learn something from being here all summer, and having you as a role model could give her something to aspire to."
"I think youre giving both of us too much credit, MaryAnn. She seems bound and determined to get out of here, and I dont think I can change her mind."
"Will you try, Hennessey? You can bend the rules anyway you need to figure out what she likes and reward her when she does something well. Do whatever you have to do, but dont let the little hellion win again. Im afraid that winning this time might destroy her."
"Why are you so worried about her, MaryAnn? Shes just another spoiled kid that will be spoiled once again as soon as she leaves here."
"She almost died a few months ago, Hennessey," MaryAnn said quietly. "She drank so much that she went into a coma. She claims it was an accident, but after talking to the headmaster at her boarding school, Im not so sure. I think shes lonely and frightened not just a bad kid." MaryAnn reached out and patted the younger womans leg. "I know youve put in a lot of hours at Al-Anon meetings, Hennessey, and I thought that out of everyone you might have some ideas about how to handle her."
Giving her a wry smirk, Hennessey said, "Ive spent a lot of years trying to stop being co-dependent with the alcoholics in my life. Now you want me to take on a new one?"
"Not if it will be too hard for you, honey," MaryAnn said softly, looking deeply into the young womans eyes.
"Nah. I can hold my boundaries with her. It wont be fun, but Im sure being paid enough to put up with some aggravation. Ill give her my best."
"You always do, Hennessey. Thats one thing Ill always rely upon."
* * *
When Hennessey returned to the bungalow, she poked her head into the room being shared by Townsend and Hailey. Hailey was sitting on the edge of her bed, watching the older girl unpack. The blonde removed two cartons of cigarettes, a fifth of vodka and another of gin, setting her contraband on the bedside table. "One word out of you, and Ill cut your tongue out," she growled, not even bothering to turn to see if the younger woman was watching her.
Hennessey was standing in the doorway observing this little interaction, and Haileys eyes grew wide as the house leader swooped into the room and gathered up all of Townsends treasure trove in her long arms. "Thanks for making this so easy," she said brightly. Grabbing a pillow from the bed, she shook the pillow out, and used the case to hold the illicit booty, all the while feeling a pair of green eyes staring holes through her. "Now, what else do we have here?" She whisked Townsends bag from her, and removed her MP3 player as well as her CD player. Next came all of her CDs, and her handheld organizer. "Nice one," she said. The last item was a very tiny, handheld computer, which Townsend was loath to let go. She attempted to snatch it back from Hennesseys hands to no avail.
"You cant take my fucking computer! How can I communicate with anyone?"
"Were people too, arent we, Hailey?" Hennessey smiled at the girl who was frozen in place. "Townsend can talk to us, right?"
Her head moved up and down, but it was clear that she feared for her life.
"You can have some of these things back when Ive decided that you deserve them. Of course, youll never get the liquor back. Let me thank you, in advance, for the headmaster. She likes to have a nice gin and tonic once in a while." Hefting the pillowcase over her shoulder, Hennessey started to leave the room, a sputtering Townsend glaring at her. "Be back in a few, guys. I have to go see the headmaster. Time to replenish the bar."
* * *
Later that night, Hennessey poked her head into each of the double rooms, checking on each pair of girls. When she reached Hailey and Townsends room she looked at the sullen young blonde, sitting on her bed fully dressed. Hennessey walked over to her and held out the CD player. "I appreciate that you made it to dinner on time, and came back to the bungalow by ten. I think that merits at least one CD." She held out the pile of disks, but Townsend just turned up her nose.
"Dont do me any favors."
"Kay." Hennessey turned and left the room without another word, the younger woman once again glaring impotently after her.
* * *
"Rise and shine, guys. First class is at 9:00. Youd better get going if you want breakfast."
"Go fuck yourself," Townsend grumbled, pulling the covers over her head.
"Nice to see you, too, sunshine." Hennessey closed the door, chuckling to herself. Youre having too much fun here, girl.
As the door closed, Hailey came out of the bathroom. "Your turn, Townsend." The very grumpy woman stumbled to her feet, more in need of the facilities than breakfast. Trying to break the ice with her cranky roommate, Hailey found the courage to ask, "Hey, what are you here for? Music, writing, art?"
"I have no idea," she grumbled.
"Huh? This is an arts camp. How can you not know what youre here for?"
"Im here to avoid prison. Now get dressed and get out!"
* * *
Only by going to the classroom building and checking the class lists was Townsend able to be on time for her writing class. She flopped down in a chair, gazing at the other students listlessly. At 9:00 on the button, Hennessey strode in and perched on the edge of the desk at the front of the room. "Hi, Im Hennessey Boudreaux. Welcome to "Finding Your Voice."
"Ive found my goddamned voice!" Townsend stood, fuming. "Why in the hell is some kid trying to teach me how to write? Do you have any idea who my mother is?"
Hennessey crooked a finger at the irate woman, beckoning her to follow her to the hallway.
The camper was still sputtering. "Those kids couldnt be more than fourteen or fifteen! Im going to be seventeen in a week!"
"Townsend, youre in this class because of your writing sample. We looked carefully at each of the samples submitted, and tried to group students so theyd be with others with similar skills not just by age. Most of the girls here are very talented at their craft, but we also have introductory courses for girls who want to explore art, or music or writing for the first time. Im sorry to be so blunt, but your sample didnt show much skill or much promise. You write more like the girls just entering high school than a senior."
"I didnt know that I was supposed to do a good job!"
"Townsend," Hennessey said, quirking a slow smile, "you should always do a good job. Hasnt anyone ever told you that?"
The blonde stormed back into the classroom, determined to be on a plane by the end of the day.
* * *
"Okay, I think thats enough for this morning. Well probably keep to this schedule unless we see it doesnt work for us. Well meet on Monday, Wednesday and Friday from 9:00 until noon, then youll have the afternoons to work on your assignments. Well meet individually on Tuesday and Thursday so I can give you each some special attention. Those meetings will last about an hour or so. So, youll have plenty of time to write and reflect. We give you lots of time during the day to work, since we want this to be fun for you. Evenings should be for socializing not working. We wont have anything specific to discuss tomorrow, so feel free to ask for time if theres anything youd like to talk about. Other than that Ill see you all on Wednesday morning. Are we clear on the assignment?"
A young woman named Marissa raised her hand. "We can write about anything at all?"
"Yes, anything that has moved you emotionally, Marissa. I want each of you to think hard about something that happened to you in the last year that really moved you or touched you in some way. It could be the death of a pet, the night you went to a concert by your favorite group, staying up all night to see the sun rise anything at all, as long as you write from your heart." She looked around again, saying, "Okay. See you on Wednesday."
The six young women shuffled out, Townsend trailing the group. "See you later, sunshine."
"Kiss my ass."
I think shes starting to like me.
* * *
Later that night, returning to her bungalow after watching a movie with a few of her charges, Hennessey saw the orange glow of a cigarette not far from the edge of the building. Shaking her head, she went inside and rooted through Townsends room, finally pulling her mattress from the box spring to find a nice, fresh carton of cigarettes, one pack notably absent. Returning the mattress and bedding to their proper order, she lay down upon the bed, resting comfortably until Townsend came back into the room. "Hi, there."
The young woman started briefly, caught unawares by the house leader. "What do you want?"
"I want to know who you coerced into buying you cigarettes. It was obviously an employee, since no one else has a car to get into town, and Im sure you didnt walk."
Townsend strode over to the bedside table, her confidence firmly back in place. Hennessey caught the smell of smoke on her clothing as she walked by and deposited the pack onto the table. "Its not hard to talk one of these underpaid slobs into doing you a favor. All it takes is a few bucks."
"Then I guess I have to take the bucks away." Sitting up, the house leader opened the top drawer of the bedside table and removed the wallet she found there. Removing every bill and every charge card, she counted the money, then sat down at Townsends desk and made out a detailed receipt. "Here you go. Dont count on getting this back until August."
As she left the room, money, credit cards and cigarettes firmly in hand, something loud and heavy crashed into the door as she closed it behind her. Someone seems a little grumpy. Must be the nicotine.
* * *
The next day things were remarkably calm so calm that Hennessey was a little nervous. Townsend worked on her paper, showed up for every meal, and, after using the computer in the rec bungalow for a couple of hours, she got up and stretched at nine oclock, announcing that she was going to bed a full hour before she was required to be in. Somethings fishy, Hennessey said to herself as she watched the blonde leave the rec bungalow. She stealthily followed her back to the cabin, waiting outside until the girl had entered. Giving her a few minutes to let her get settled, she went in, then stood by Townsends bedroom door for a few minutes, sniffing for smoke. When nothing appeared awry, she decided that the young woman must have just been tired, and headed off to bed herself.
* * *
The next morning, Hennessey dutifully knocked on each bedroom door, then went to pack up her things for class. She walked over to the dining room, had a leisurely breakfast, then went to her room early. As the sweep second hand passed the twelve, Townsend came barreling in, obviously having risen moments earlier. Her hair was askew, her shirt was buttoned incorrectly, and her eyes were so red she looked as though shed had a severe allergic reaction. "Are you all right?" Hennessey asked, slightly concerned.
"Fine," she grumbled, dropping inelegantly into a chair.
"Okay!" Hennessey clapped her hands loudly, noting that Townsend flinched as though shed been hit by lightning. "I thought wed spend some time having each of you read your stories. I know this can be a little intimidating, but its the best way to gain confidence in your writing. If youre nervous, just remember that were here to help you find your voice. Youll never be criticized in this class. Now, who wants to start?" She looked at the six blank faces, pointed to a girl who was trying to sink into her desk and said, "Yes, Alison. Thanks for volunteering."
With her eyes nearly popping from her head, the fourteen-year-old stood and began to read, her voice thin and quaking. She managed to get through it, but she was clearly on the verge of hyperventilating during the entire ordeal.
"Excellent!" Hennesseys voice boomed out. "Just great, Alison! Now, does anyone have any feedback to offer?"
One young woman raised her hand and said, "I love Dave Matthews, too. His last CD was the bomb!"
"Well, thats something we can all agree on," Hennessey said, smiling encouragingly. "But what about the writing? Anyone?" She looked around again, six pairs of eyes staring at the floor. "All right. Theres no requirement that we give feedback but it can be very helpful to hear from your peers. Youll get plenty of comments from me, but youll learn a lot from each other if youll take the risk. Well, lets move on. Townsend?"
The blonde looked at her for a moment, then said, "Id rather just hand mine in."
"I can understand that. Its a little nerve wracking to read your thoughts aloud. But its one of the ways we learn."
The girl gave her a lethal glare, then said, "No, its not that. You dont want me to read this."
"Yes, I do," she insisted. "Were here to learn from each other."
"You coulda told us we had to read em aloud, you know."
"I didnt want you to be nervous. Now, lets give it a try, Townsend. It wont be that bad."
"Your funeral," the girl said, getting to her feet. She cleared her throat, looked around at the assembled young women, then rolled her eyes and began to read,
The Day The Earth Moved, by Townsend Jameson Bartley.
I didnt know her name. All I knew was that she was hot sizzling hot.
Five pairs of eyes shot open and each of the younger girls sat up a little straighter in their seats.
She picked me out as soon as she walked into the bar. She bought me a drink, but that was just to waste time. She lived close by and we went to her apartment. My clothes were off by the time we reached her bedroom, and I was on my back my favorite position, she said, snickering softly.
I dont know how old she was she probably should have been in college, but she didnt look like college material. She smelled a little like gasoline, and there was grease embedded in the skin around her fingernails. Her hands were callused and rough, and she was rough with me, too. No flowers, no candy, no conversation. She had me on my back with my legs open wide within minutes.
The room was so silent that a pin dropping would have sounded like a bomb. Everyone but Hennessey was shocked to the core, but the older woman just sat on the edge of her desk as usual paying rapt, studied attention: her face composed, her expression alert.
She spent a little time getting me ready but not as much as I would have liked. She played with my tits, then worked on my clit for a minute. Not very exciting stuff. I was about ready to get up and bolt, figuring I could go back to the bar and find someone better if I hurried, but she brought this massive bottle of lube out and started to coat her fingers with it. That was interesting enough to make me give her another chance, so I waited until she slipped a finger into me. I swear I dont know what she did, but this woman knew how to finger-fuck."
One of the young women let out a startled gasp, and Townsend gave Hennessey an "I told you so" look, but the older woman just looked at her rather blankly, then gave her a half smile, encouraging her to continue.
With her finger working in and out of me, I started to get into it, and she popped another one in. That felt even better, and I didnt even think of stopping her when she forced the third one in. It was a little tight, but I loosened up eventually, and when she put her little finger in it sure didnt feel little. She laughed wryly, looking around to find her classmates staring at her as if she were speaking in tongues. But, much to Townsends disappointment, Hennessey hadnt moved or changed her expression.
She squirted a gob of lube onto her hand, and I felt my mouth go dry having a pretty good idea of what she was gonna do.
"What was she gonna do?" a timid, yet fascinated voice called out.
"Im getting to that," Townsend sniffed. "All will be revealed." She cleared her throat and continued.
I was sure I couldnt take it, but I got the impression that I didnt have an option, so I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes. Suddenly, the woman spoke. Dont tighten up, bitch! Take a deep breath and try to push me out thatll open you up.
I did what she said, trying to squeeze her out of me. Amazingly, I opened up like an oyster shell and she tucked her thumb against her palm and slid in. I screamed, but I think it was shock as much as pain. Actually, it didnt hurt much at all, much to my surprise. The most Id ever had in me was three fingers so this was a pretty big accomplishment.
I was just lying there, feeling like I was part of her arm, when she started to pump into me. Damn! It felt great to have that big, rough hand inside me, but when she started to move it I thought Id die! It felt like she was fucking my whole body not just my pussy. I started shaking all over, and before I knew it I came like Id never come before.
It hurt like hell when she tried to pull out, but after she waited for me to stop spasming, she got out without tearing anything. Ive never had a baby, but giving birth to that fist was enough for me to cross that idea off my list entirely.
Ive never been fucked that hard before or since but that night, that grimy fingered, gasoline scented-woman really rocked my world.
She smiled sickly at Hennessey, then said, "The end," and sat down in her chair.
"Wow, powerful stuff, Townsend. Thanks for sharing it with us. I know how hard it can be to share personal things like that Im very pleased that you took the risk." Looking around at the stunned faces she asked, "Any comments? Im sure Townsend would appreciate them. No one? Okay. I guess well move on. Tiffany?"
Townsend sank lower into her chair, attempting to stare a hole through her unflappable teacher/house leader.
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She waited until the end of the day, having mulled the situation over in her head for hours. "Hi, MaryAnn," she said rather sheepishly when she knocked on the headmaster's door after dinner. "Ive got a problem I dont think I can handle."
"Well, thats why Im here, Hennessey. Come on in and lets talk about it."
The younger woman walked into the house and sat down, her posture reflecting her discomfort. "I feel like Ive let you down, MaryAnn," she said softly. "I just dont think I can handle Townsend."
"Whats wrong, Hennessey?"
Instead of relating the incident, Hennessey just handed her the paper that her student had written. The older woman read it, an eyebrow rising occasionally, but no other expression on her face. When she finished, she handed it back and let out a sigh. "What was the assignment? Tell us your most disgusting experience?"
"No, they were supposed to write about a recent event that moved them emotionally."
"Well, other than being poorly written theres no emotion at all in this piece; this seems like little more than a cry for help."
"I think so, too." Hennesseys brow was furrowed and she shook her head. "I think shes too troubled to even be on campus, MaryAnn. Im afraid that shell continue to do things like this and ruin camp for the other girls. That just doesnt seem fair."
MaryAnn got up and walked over to her wet bar. "You dont mind if I have a drink, do you, honey?"
"No, not at all. Its only when people have to drink the whole bottle that I have any objections." She said this with a smile on her face, but there was a sadness in her eyes that was impossible to miss.
MaryAnn poured her drink, a stiff gin and tonic, then sat back down. She took a long sip, then smacked her lips and looked at the glass curiously. "I did put gin into this, didnt I?"
"Yeah. A pretty hefty dose." The young woman shrugged her shoulders and said, "Old habit. I always watch to see how quickly the bottle will be gone."
MaryAnn went to the bar and opened the bottle, sniffing at the contents. "Well, Hennessey, either Townsend brought a fifth of water to camp, or someone managed to remove the gin and switch it out with water. Do you have any thoughts as to whom the culprit might be?"
Hennessey dropped her head into her hands. "Great! Shes not only out to drive me crazy, shes a cat burglar."
"I had my door locked," MaryAnn nodded. "Granted, these arent the best locks in the world, but youd need some experience to get in without leaving a trace."
"What do we do, MaryAnn? We cant have her robbing people."
"Look, Hennessey, I dont want to put you into a position that you dont feel able to handle, but I cant think of a person in this camp better equipped to try to get this kid to see what this kind of alcohol abuse can do to her. Im not ready to give up, yet, and I hope youll take another stab at her."
"Thats exactly what Id like to do," the young woman grumbled. "With an ax."
"I can see how frustrated you are, really, I can. But part of my mission here is to reach kids that most need the help."
Hennessey nodded. "You did that for me."
"I hope we did, Hennessey. Now, Im not asking for a quid pro quo here; Im just asking you to give it another try."
"But what about class? I cant have her exposing the younger girls to this kind of smut."
"Then make your topics more specific. Give them a topic where they dont have as much latitude for going off the deep end. Dont let this little scamp get her way again, Hennessey. Youre smarter than she is, youre more resourceful, and youre more empathetic. I have complete confidence in you."
"I hate it when you try to make me feel like Im better than I really am," the young woman groused, unable to hide a grin.
"Ive yet to do that, Hennessey. Youre every bit the woman that I think you are."
* * *
She took a long walk around the compound, trying to decide how to let Townsend know she was aware of her latest prank. It was almost 9:00 when she found herself back at the bungalow, still unsure of her plan. The light was on in Townsends room, and after a brief knock, Hennessey entered.
The younger woman was sitting on her bed, drawing on a large sketchpad. Hennessey sat on the edge of the bed and looked over the top of the pad. "I didnt know that you could draw."
"I cant. I just play around with it." For a change, Townsend was relaxed and unguarded, her protective shell nowhere to be seen. She took a swig off her liter water bottle, and Hennessey twitched her head in the direction of the bottle.
"I just went on a very long walk and Im parched. Can I have a sip?"
"Uhm no, no, I uhm think Im coming down with a cold. Ill get you a fresh bottle from the refrigerator."
Reaching out quickly, Hennessey said, "I have a very good immune system. Ill risk it." She lifted the bottle to her lips and let a few drops trickle in. Handing the bottle back, she asked, "Not even a mixer, Townsend?"
Looking at her with a bored expression, the blonde said, "Should I pack now or wait until the morning?"
"That depends. Since youre gonna have to walk to wherever it is youre going, you might want to travel light."
"Come on! You have to kick me out! I broke into the headmasters house!"
"Uh-huh, you sure did. You should have seen her face when she mixed herself a nice, big water and tonic." The smile on Hennesseys face was gentle, and warm, thoroughly confusing the younger woman.
"Is my mother paying extra to keep me here? What in the fuck is going on?"
"We agreed to teach you a few things this summer, Townsend. We fully intend to do that. Youll be going home in August, with everyone else."
"Why are you torturing me? I dont want to be here!"
"Correct me if Im wrong, but you seem like the kind of woman who doesnt want to be anywhere. You remind me just a little bit of my mom."
"Not really," she said. "Its painful to see someone your age who looks to be in so much turmoil. At least my moms thirty-two."
The girl did the math, looking at Hennessey dubiously. "You mean forty-two, dont you?"
"Nope. Shes thirty-two. Just past her fifteenth birthday when she gave birth to me."
"Fuck," Townsend mumbled. "Why didnt she get an abortion?"
"Thanks," Hennessey said dryly. "Its nice to know youre so pleased with my presence on the planet."
"Oh, thats not what I meant. I dont know much about you, but where I come from no one would let their fifteen-year-old daughter have a baby."
"Well, thats what the state thought when they severed her parental rights," Hennessey agreed. "Of course, they had a good reason. The house was on fire and she was passed out, dead drunk, on the sofa. Her lit cigarette had dropped onto the floor and started a smoldering fire. Good thing the carpet was so threadbare. It didnt go up as fast as it would have if it had been plush. Luckily, the fireman ran back in the house when the neighbors told him there was a baby there."
"Jesus, fuck! How old were you?"
"Mmm I think I was a month old, maybe a little less."
"Damn, Hennessey! Where were her parents?"
"At their house, I guess. My parents were married when I was born they had a little place on the wrong side of the wrong side of the tracks. Course that's the one that burned down. So after everything got settled, my daddy and I moved into his parents home. My grandparents raised me."
"Shit," the younger woman mumbled. "Dont they have some minimum age for getting married down here?"
"Yes, Townsend, even down here there is an age of consent. But its only fourteen with parental consent. Where Im from, having an illegitimate child still bears a stigma."
The blonde actually looked contrite for a moment, then muttered, "Im sorry. Do you see your mother at all?"
"Oh, sure. Right before I left, she came to see me and say goodbye. Course, she tried to wheedle ten bucks off of me. Said it was for food as usual, but the only food she ever buys is eighty proof. Id be amazed if she weighs ninety pounds, and shes at least as tall as you are."
"God damn you must hate her."
Hennesseys eyes opened wide. "I most certainly do not! Shes my mamma, Ill always love her. I just cant save her from herself."
"But how can you love someone who treats you that way? Jesus, she almost killed you!"
"She has a disease, Townsend. Shes so far gone in her illness that Im quite sure itll kill her probably before shes forty But how can you hate someone who already hates herself so badly? Yes, she breaks my heart; yes, Id give anything to have had a real mother when I was growing up; yes, I wish she hadnt come to my grade school, blind drunk, begging me for my milk money in front of the other kids; yes, there have been times when I wished she had never been born. But she was, and I was, and we just have to make the best out of it. I swear Ill miss her when shes gone."
Townsend was quiet for a while, looking everywhere but into Hennesseys eyes. "Why do I remind you of her?"
Reaching out with a gentle hand, Hennessey touched Townsends chin and lifted it until they were facing each other. "Because youre the age she was when she was hospitalized for drinking herself into a coma, and I can only guess that you must somehow be bedeviled by the same kind of pain." She saw the young woman flinch at this revelation, obviously reminded of her own recent hospitalization. Hennessey stood up and took the liter of gin. "Its not too late, Townsend. Youre right on the cusp of addiction. Its a hell of a lot easier to turn back now than it will be later. Dont go down that path." She closed her eyes for a moment, then added just one word, spoken in a hoarse voice. "Please."
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