Kiss and Kill

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Kay Russell was asked personally by her managing editor Ronald Jacobson to cover the ‘free spirits in the desert’ as he put it, between taking gulps of black coffee from his chipped classic diner mug. Ronald Jacobson was nearing the 60 year mark, a sticky note with his retirement date written on it in black Sharpie clung to the side of  his computer monitor. Kay had joined the local paper after getting her BA in Mass Communications with an emphasis on Print Journalism. She had been with the paper for just over a year and this was her first out of town field assignment.

After getting settled at the Friendly Budget Inn on I-80 Kay got her things together and headed over to check out the festivities. The ‘free spirits’ in this case were a group of artistic, free minded individuals nummering around eighty. Their ‘Free Minds, Free Bodies, Free Expression’ moto hung on a hand painted banner that was fastened to two poles and stretched out over the dirt road that lead into the Black Hills Desert. Kay found a place to park, exited her car and started wandering through the crowd of half dressed individuals.

She bumped into a guy walking the other way.

“Sorry,” she said in passing, the guy nodded and continued on.

Then Kay heard it from behind her.

“Hey, Kay? Kay Russell is that you?” the voice of the guy she had bumped into asked as he made his way back towards her.

Kay knew exactly who it was she had randomly run into. Richard Boyd, Richie the guy she had had a schoolgirl crush on throughout High School. Kay and Richie had many classes together over there four years in Roosevelt High School, from the first time Kay saw Richie in Mrs. Thompson’s Intro to Literature class to the last AP Biology class they had together senior year Kay was love sick. His broad shoulders, wavy brown hair and square jaw, gave him that a Superman look. When he took up playing football during Junior year her crush intisnefied, his toned, muscular body along with that grin and charm. It melted her, even though she could never bring herself to ask him for more than to borrow a pencil.

Kay took a deep breath, turned to face Richie and said, “Hey Richie, what brings you out here?”

“I’m freelancing for a small independent rag. Came to see what all the hype was about.”

“Nice, I guess I’ll see you around.” Kay said turning to walk away.

“Hey, wait a minute.” Richie said grabbing her upper arm. Kay faced him slightly surprised by his actions.

“What?”

“Can I talk you into getting a drink and helping me with something?”

Kay gave him a sideways look.

“Maybe, depends on what you need help with.”

“I’ll explain over a drink.”

~ ~ ~ ~

Kay and Richie found a small tiki bar that had been set up amongst the festivities.

“What can I get ya?” The Bartender asked as they took a seat at the bar.

“Whatever your having.” Kay said.

“In that case we’ll have two Zombies, please.”

The Bartender nodded.

“So what do you need help with?”

“This” Richie said taking out his phone, holding it up and pushing record.

“Hello everybody, this is my friend Kay, say hi Kay.”

Kay gave a false smile and said hi to the recording phone.

“We’re out here checking out the festivities, no need to worry. Talk to you all later.”

Richie pushed stop on the phone.

“What the hell was that?”

“Thanks for helping, my family worries so I send them videos to show that I am fine.”

~ ~ ~ ~

Kay was about half way through her drink when Richie struck up a conversation.

“Can I ask you something?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“There was a, let’s call it a rumor in school about you, Kyle Sheridan and a dry handjob in the back of Wendy’s.”

“What? You may need to elaborate on that one.”

“Well according to Kyle you gave him a handjob in the back room at Wendy’s. Of which he said it was dry and not very good.”

“Wow, that’s one way to twist the narrative.” Kay said finishing off her drink.

She motioned to the Bartender.

“Can we get two shots of Jack, please.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

They downed the shots.

“OK, now would you like to hear the real story?”

“Yes, hit me.”

“Kyle and I were in the backroom at Wendy’s before it was time to open the doors. We had done all the prep work and had a few minutes to kill. Now Kyle is a big flirt and I was game at the time, so we went into the backroom and I got on my knees in front of him.” Kay ordered another shot of Jack and downed it.

“And?” Richie asked.

“And I sucked him off and he enjoyed it, there was no handjob, let alone a dry one. Kyle’s a fucking asshole.”

“Yeah, Kyle’s an asshole. So you up for a walk, take in the insanity of ‘Free Minds, Free Bodies, Free Expression’?”

“Sure.”

~ ~ ~ ~

Twilight had began bathing the dessert in an eerie blue light, people had started building bonfires around the area. Kay and Richie walked through the groups of people, small groups dancing, and singing together. They entered a large tent, full of oversized floor pillows scattered around on the floor. There were a few couples sitting around some talking, some making out.

“Would you like to partake?’ a short man in a silk robe asked holding out a pipe.

Richie gave Kay a look.

“You game?” He asked.

Kay took the pipe and inhaled, holding the smoke in her lungs as long as she could, then slowly exhaled.

“Nice.” She said handing the pipe to Richie.

He took the pipe and inhaled, held and exhaled. Richie handed the pipe back to the man and took Kay’s hand. He lead her over to a pile of floor pillows and sat down. He pulled her down next to him. Kay leaned over and whispered. “Now what?”

“Now we wait.” He said leaning back and getting comfortable. Kay sat back next to him, and closed her eyes.

~ ~ ~ ~

A deep warm feeling washed over her, the pillows felt softer, the air warmer. She moved her hand and realized that he was still holding her hand. She glanced down looking at her fingers interlaced with his, how soft his skin was. Kay’s gaze moved up looking into Richie’s dark eyes. He meet her gaze and moved towards her. Kissing her gently on the lips. Kay let out a sigh, put her hand on the back of his neck and kissed him again. She sat back against the pillows, he leaned over her and whispered into her ear. Kay giggled, she couldn’t help herself, his breath on her neck sent a shiver down her back as her arms broke out in goosebumps.

Richie stood up, holding his hands out to help her to her feet. She took his hand and stood up, the room spun. She took a quick step into his arms.

“You OK there?”

“Yeah, head rush.”

They walked out into the cool night air. Kay looked up the sky was littered with bright stars, they made their way over to a bench and sat down. Kay closed her eyes and took a deep slow breath, letting the high wash over her.

“Any thoughts on what time it is?” She asked. Richie checked his watch.

“10:45 pm.”

“So back to the Friendly Budget Inn? That is where you’re staying?” Kay asked.

Richie leaned in and kissed her, slower and deeper this time.

“Yes.”

~ ~ ~ ~

The sun streamed through the slit of the heavy rust colored curtains, falling upon Kay’s face. She turned her head away at the realization that it was morning. Her head pounded and her body ached, she moved her arm towards the other side of the bed. Her fingers hit something, it was soft and cold.

“What the…” Kay quickly moved and fell onto the floor.

“What the fuck?” a groggy voice from the other side of the room asked.

“Richie? If you’re over there who the fuck is in the bed?” Kay asked trying to get up off of the floor.

“What are you going on about?” He asked getting up and walking towards the bed.

Richie looked over the nice looking blonde that appeared to be sleeping, except that her bright blue eyes were open and her skin was pale. He moved closer touching her wrist and then her neck.

“Well whoever she was she is most definitely dead now.”

“Who’s room are we in?” Kay asked standing next to Richie.

“Mine, I think.” He answered looking around.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” Kay asked gathering her clothes and getting dressed.

“Not really. Except…”

“Except what?” Kay asked pulling her shirt over her head.

“You’re not going to like it. But given the circumstances.”

“Not like what?”

Richie wandered over to the far wall that faced the bed. He ran his hand over the top of a painting of sunflowers pulling down a small black box.

“What the fuck Richie…”

“I told you, you wouldn’t like it.” He said turning on his laptop.

“Can we at least not do this in here, with her?” Kay asked.

Richie got dressed taking his laptop with him to Kay’s room.

~ ~ ~ ~

“I can watch that on an empty stomach.” Kay said calling room service. After two cups of coffee, scrambled eggs with sausage and an english muffin Kay was ready to face the events from the previous night.

“OK, fire it up. Let’s see what we’ve gotten ourselves into.” She said taking a seat next to Richie.

He pushed play, the timestamp read 11:15 pm. Kay watched as they made out, undressed and thoroughly enjoyed each other on a carnal level. She could feel her cheeks getting hot as the embarrassment and regret of the nights events were being played back to her in high def.

“So you film all your conquests?” Kay asked getting up and rummaging through her bag.

“Not always. What are you looking for?”

“These.” Kay answered pulling out a pack of cigarettes. She lit one and sat back down.

At 1:35 am Kay went into the bathroom, and Richie took a call and then left the room.

“Where did you go?” Kay asked taking a deep drag.

“I have no idea.” He said taking the cigarette from her and taking a hit.

Richie pushed the fast forward button. Kay coming out of the bathroom, having a drink, laying on the bed.

“Stop.”

The timestamp read 2:40 am when Richie returned to the room with the blonde on his arm. Kay lit another cigarette.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“Do you have anything stronger?”

Richie laughed, “Not on me.”

Richie went to push play Kay put her hand over his.

“Maybe we should be on the same page before seeing what happened.”

“What do you think happened?”

“Considering she’s dead something happened.”

He took her hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Let’s see what happened, before overreacting.” He said leaning in and kissing her on the lips.

Richie pushed play. The blonde was introduced to Kay. Kay and the blonde kissed, she then did a striptease and laid on the bed. Kay moved in between the blonde’s legs, eating her out while Richie feed her his cock.

“Fuck.” Kay said under her breath.

Kay watched as the three bodies intertwined fucking each other in various positions. Then they were all still.

“Fast forward it.” Kay said.

“Stop”

The timestamp read 5:15 am Kay watched as the blonde got up took something out of her handbag and went into the bathroom. Richie then got up, leaving just Kay on the bed. Fifteen minutes later the blonde came back to the bed and laid down.

“Well that does and doesn’t answer things.” Kay said looking at Richie.

“Meaning what?” Richie asked.

“Meaning you knew were the camera was. What happened during the fifteen minutes you were both off camera?” Kay asked getting up and getting a bottle of water out of the mini fridge.

As she turned back around, Richie was standing right in front of her.

“Oh Kay, sweet, curious Kay.” He said wrapping his arms around her. He kissed her. Then looked into her eyes and said. “You need to make a choice, either you’re with me or tomorrow’s headline will be ‘Two women found dead at the Friendly Budget Inn’ your choice.”

He kissed her again holding her tightly to him. Kay looked at him, kissed him again and said. “Guess we had better go clean up the other room then.”           

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One hour at a Time -Conclusion

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I have gone back and forth as to if I was going to wrap this up in anyway or just walk away from it completely. Since I am back to more of myself since leaving the world of Retail Hell I will finish this up.

“No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride…and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well…maybe chalk it up to forced consciousness expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.” – Hunter S. Thompson Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

I got sick violated the attendance policy and assumed that I would be fired. Since they made such a huge deal about the new attendance policy. Apparently not, after missing seven shifts the HR person called me. After thinking this through for a while, I was an adult and called her back. It was a lot of blah, blah, blah from her side, ending with can you come in today. Seriously they are so hard up for bodies at work, they rolled my attendance violation back to 4.5 points, so that I would come back. So I gave them three days a week, I wanted Tuesday-Thursday 1pm-9pm, they gave me Wednesday-Friday 1pm-9pm.

I went back to work for two weeks. By the second Friday back I was beyond done. Upon my going back almost no one spoke to me, (unless they needed me to do something) not the Department Managers, not the Assistant Store Managers and most of my coworkers all gave me the cold shoulder. Now not that I was friends with any of them, but it went from a daily civil ‘Hi, how are you.’ to nothing not even eye contact. Which then leads me to question why in the fucking world would I continue to be here.

So when it was time to take lunch on Friday I got my jacket, cleaned out my locker, clocked out for the day and left the building. On the Friday of Spring Break, and a payday week. After missing another six shifts the HR person called me again, this time I didn’t return her call. Funny side note I have an app for my work schedule, (because of course there is) they post the schedule two weeks out, so this last schedule has me Tuesday-Thursday 1pm-9pm. WTF people. Needless to say I’m done. I hope you have all enjoyed my trip back in to Retail Hell, I do thank all of you for following, reading and commenting. I look forward to continuing my journey of Weaving Words of Fiction. -Megan 💙 

Reflection

I had something clever to say about sharing this, but then I read it and listened to the video, (which listening to yourself is weird) Enjoy the glimpse into my life. 💙

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It was a dark and stormy night…

I was born in Pullman Washington, the day after Mother’s Day, May 10, 1976. There were compilations, I had two seizures and spent two weeks in an incubator.

My parents…

My mom was born and raised in Seattle and my dad grew up in Wenatchee WA. They meet at Washington State University in Pullman WA in 1973. They were married on June 22, 1974.

My dad worked in radio he had a BA in journalism and communications. I have a photo of him performing in a play called “Under Papa’s Picture.”

My mother has a masters degree in early childhood development and has mainly worked for non-profits as a case manager testing children’s learning abilities.

My brother was born January 14th 1980, a healthy baby boy named Chip. In May of 1981 my parents moved to Alaska. McGrath AK, in…

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Grace’s Story- by request

Resurrected by request, the second part of my stories in order. Since I know a lot of you are new here, please enjoy Grace’s story. 💙

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In a farmhouse surrounded by acres of sweet corn on a warm summer’s day in late June, Grace Ann Chapman came into this world screaming.

Local paper birth announcements:

The community of Ridgeville Nebraska would like to welcome Grace Ann born June 22nd, 1974 to William and Martha Chapman. Congratulations on your healthy baby girl. Martha clipped out the announcement form the Daily Sun Newspaper and taped it into Grace’s baby book.

William Chapman worked the land that had been handed down to him from his father. It was hard daily grueling work to keep the corn crops heath and on schedule for harvest. He took pride in what his family had established over the past three generations of Chapman’s and did his best to keep it going. With the birth of his first child, Grace Ann he knew that there would need to be more children, he…

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Consequence

To the best of my ability these are my stories in order, the first part. 💙

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The Call (Wednesday Night)

Jane’s phone rang, she looked at the incoming call: Charlie.

“Fuck! Only one reason for him to call,”

She took a deep breath and answered the phone.

There is only one reason for someone that hasn’t seen or spoken to you in over 20 yrs to call at night out of the blue. Someone has died.

Charlie is Jane’s younger brother, the middle child. The one who pushed the boundaries and broke the rules, but who was never punished. Unlike Jane, who was the oldest and only daughter. Who was given the responsibilities of starting dinner, helping her two younger brothers with their homework, and daily chores.

A constant loop of ‘get up go to school, come home do chores, eat dinner, go to bed.’ Rinse and repeat. Which she did. She followed the rules, did what was asked of her, gave lip-service. A…

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One Hour at a Time-Part 3

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You all ready for this…

Walmart’s net worth is just over $386 billion.

I tried to find a quote to open with, however every approach I was taking felt overly negative. We all know that consumerism, advertising, retail work is all a vicious game of Work, Eat, Sleep, Pay Taxes and Repeat. I want to wrap up this little series of articles by sharing my experience of working in Retail Hell. (Yep, I lasted only 110 days)

So here we go, during my last week of working Monday through Friday from 1pm to 9pm as a Sales Associate in apparel I became exhausted, dehydrated, stressed out, unfocused, and lacking nutritional food, sleep, and self-care, I was done. All these factors lead to me becoming sick, the kind of sick that requires a doctor and a prescription for antibiotics.

By Thursday and Friday of my last week I could feel that something wasn’t right, I was unfocused, irritable, grumpy, I felt off, I also kept dropping things, which is flat out annoying. By Monday morning I knew I was sick, I had a fever/chills, pain in my lower abdomen and pain in my back, around my kidneys. Now to be exact I had an Urinary Tract Infection, which is painful, uncomfortable and annoying as fuck. So I treated the symptoms with over the counter meds, drank a ton of water and 100% cranberry juice. Managed to find a clinic, and see a Nurse Practitioner by Wednesday afternoon, was diagnosed with a UTI and given a prescription for antibiotics, (which I paid for out of pocket)

The thing that I find asinine is that I work to earn money, (to better my daily life) which makes me exhausted and sick so that I have to then go pay a medical professional to prescribe me drugs to combat an infection I shouldn’t have ended up with in the first place. If my working conditions were to provide free drinking water, (the germ laced water fountain doesn’t count) and better access and availability to the restrooms. (side note, almost every time I took a break to use the restrooms, the custodian had it blocked off and closed for cleaning, and of course there aren’t any ‘employee’ restrooms only the public ones) My bottle of 14 pills cost me four hours of work, fyi I was making $12.50 an hour.

I am sure that I am ramboling a bit, but my blog my words. I am feeling better but it will take another full week, complete cycle of antibiotics, and rest to get back to being myself. As life is always an unforeseen series of adventures, I get to go deal with the fact that we don’t have any hot water and that there is standing water in the basement of the house that we rent. Wish me luck and have a good day.