Chapter Forty Six - Caution - Route Modifications Underway
As Jackie and I walked through the bedroom door, she hesitated and her hand clasped mine tightly.
"Chris?" She spoke softly and when I turned to look at her, her blue eyes were brimming with tears.
"Yeah."
"I want to be cuddled, but ..." Her voice trailed off to nothing.
"But no sex, right?" I smiled at her. "Why don't I wear my shorts and you can wear something too?"
"Umm, yeah. I could wear my panties, but you always sleep in the nude, don't you?" She asked then, looking far younger than I thought she was. "You don't need to ..."
"Whoa." I grinned at her. "Whether you like it or not, you're gorgeous and you have a great body. We could be wearing snow suits and parkas, but if I'm lying in bed beside you, I'll still know that I'm holding a beautiful woman in my arms. My body is bound to react. I won't be able to prevent it."
"So what? If you promise me not to try anything, I'd feel perfectly safe." She smiled. "I trust you not to do anything I don't want."
I frowned slightly, visualizing her in the nude and felt my body already reacting. Somehow I was going to have to try to be calm and not react like a bull moose in rut. I also had to explain to her what worried me about sleeping nude with her.
"Look, when a guy gets excited, he gets an erection." I tried to keep my voice flat and unemotional. "If we're sleeping side by side, it's going to bump against you, especially if we cuddle."
"I know that, but I'd still feel it, even if you wear shorts. I'd rather feel flesh than cloth. I don't mind if it bumps against me."
"Well, that's not the only problem." I sighed. "You see if I'm aroused for long, my glands react. One of the things that happens is ... well, my erection dribbles."
"So what? I can wipe that off in the morning. Besides, I get wet when I get aroused. It's natural. Anything like that isn't going to worry me."
"But ..."
"Chris, quit arguing. I want you to sleep comfortably, so I want you to be nude." She spoke louder and more firmly.
I just sighed deeply, knowing in my heart that she was going to win the argument, but worried that something was going to happen that would upset her. I was still worried that, no matter what happened, I wasn't going to be able to sleep well. For one thing, I knew I was going to be aroused for a long time and that wasn't going to be comfortable. On top of that I was now worried about holding her. After sleeping with Carissa all summer, I was accustomed to letting my hands roam over her body. I worried that I'd automatically do the same thing with Jackie. I tried to explain, but she just shook her head and then put both hands over her ears.
"I can't hear you." She actually grinned, then sobered and shifted her hands to my shoulders, staring into my eyes. "Chris, quit fighting it and get undressed. I want you to be nude. I want you to touch me. I want to see what a man feels like touching me. I want you to feel my body. If you start to do something I don't want to happen, I'll let you know."
"Okay." I sighed, wanting to hug her, but not daring to do it right then.
We moved to opposite sides of the bed and both of us began to strip. I fought to keep my eyes from wandering over to watch her, but I was having a hard time doing it.
"Chris, look at me." She suddenly snapped, quite loudly.
"Huh?" I lifted my eyes and looked directly at her.
"That's better, otherwise, it's unfair."
"Pardon?"
"Well, I want to see too." She grinned. "It isn't fair if I look and you don't."
"You're making this very hard for me, you know." I grouched.
"Well, I can see that I'm making something hard." She giggled. "Big too."
"I'm not that big." I protested, but her words pleased me a lot.
"Bigger than anyone I've seen." She giggled, then paused and asked. "What do you think of my body?"
"You're gorgeous." I said instantly, then did a double take as she bent over. "Hey, I thought you were going to wear your panties."
"I said I could wear my panties and feel perfectly safe. Besides, I'd rather wash skin than clothes and these are the only panties I brought along." She giggled, diving under the covers, then flipping them aside to let me in. "I decided that if you're going to be nude, I am too. Besides, I want the thrill of not feeling all that safe. I still trust you to be a gentleman and not do anything I want."
If I hadn't been aroused before, those words, plus the sight of a blonde goddess lying in my bed would have done the job. Heck, the way she looked right then would have made a cigar store Indian sprout a woody.
I was feeling tentative as I shut off the ceiling light, leaving only a small bedside light turned on. Then I slid into bed, carefully keeping slightly away from her, but she was having none of that. Instead, she shifted, then snuggled against me tightly and grinned, her eyes twinkling.
"Carissa wasn't as cautious as you are." She whispered.
"Carissa is seldom cautious." I sighed. "She makes snap judgments and then jumps into things with both feet. The problem is that at times she drags me into situations that leave me uncomfortable."
"Like now?"
"Actually right now, you're the one that is pushing."
"Not really, at least I'm not pushing you. Actually, I'm pushing me and if you feel that you're being dragged along, I apologise." She sighed, then grinned. "If I'd been here last night, it would have been a different story. Last night I'd have pushed."
"Oh?"
"Unh huh. Seeing what you did on the race track left all of us excited." Then she sighed deeply. "Carissa was just as bad."
"Umm, I'm not sure I want to hear this."
"Well, I think you should, but I'll let it go for now, and try to change the subject."
Her voice had dropped to a whisper and she'd shifted again, now her nose and mine almost touched. All I could seem to see in the dim light were those two blue orbs and it felt like they were trying to draw me into her soul as she spoke quietly.
"All my life I've had someone else make my decisions for me, but you're different." I could feel the teasing, tantalising wisps of her breath on my face as she spoke. "You seem to want me to have the opportunity to think and act for myself. Today, while Sandy and Carissa were with us, I could follow their lead, but right now I'm having a hard time."
"Oh?"
"Yes, I am. Are you going to make me beg you to touch me?"
"Hey, I don't even know what you want and I'm feeling a bit lost myself. I'm trying to decide what you want and what you don't want. I don't want to offend you, but at the same time, I don't want to put myself into a situation that forces me to do something I'll regret later."
"Well, all I really want is to cuddle and talk right now." She whispered. "I've never ever done that with a guy. Well, I've never slept in a guy's bed with no clothes on either, but that's beside the point. During this visit I've done a lot of things that I've never done before."
"Jackie, I'll be honest, I'm afraid to cuddle you like this." I answered. "We don't have any clothes on and ..."
"And you're worried about making me do something I don't want, right?" She said slightly louder.
"Well, yeah. I guess I am, but I'm just as afraid of having my body do something my head tells me is wrong."
"I don't think I understand." Jackie pulled her head back slightly as if she was studying my face.
"Well, I'm not sure I do either, but I'll try to explain." I sighed and frowned slightly as I thought about my indecision. "I guess it started at the barbeque when I first met you. You were trying to act like a seductress, but at the same time, there was a look of fear or maybe even revulsion deep in your eyes. Then I found that you liked women, but that your parents wanted you to get married. I really don't like even hearing about that sort of thing and I'm certainly not going to aid them."
"But, I'm not being forced to be in your bed." She was whispering again.
"In a way, you were, but not by them." I snorted. "I think Carissa likes you quite a bit and I'm sure she talked Sandy into this deal. They cooked for us, then they bailed out, leaving you here with me. I'm darn certain that she expects us to make love. That way she could draw you into a four-way relationship, so she'd have both you and Sandy as lovers, yet with all of you involved with me."
"Maybe, but I think you've got the scenario a little bit twisted." She grinned. "I'll bet that Sandy is the one who set up the scheme to leave us alone."
"What?"
"Think about it for a minute. I won't go into details, but for some reason Sandy has always been jealous of me ever since we were little. I think she's trying to use me to get between you and Carissa. Of course she might have just found that she likes to be with both guys and gals, but I don't think so."
"That doesn't make a lot of sense to me."
"It does to me, after all, she was the first girl you ever really dated and she knows that you were on the rebound when you got together with Carissa."
"Are you telling me that she's jealous of Carissa too?"
"Oh yeah. Big time."
"Come on, why would she and Carissa be together now then?"
"Because she's like her mother; Aunt Ann is a scheming bitch, who will go to any length in order to get her way. Why do you think I'm here now? I'll tell you why, because Aunt Ann twisted Uncle Sam's arm to talk my Mom and Dad into sending me, that's why." Jackie said vehemently.
"Of course that wasn't all that hard for Uncle Sam to do. After all, to Mom and Dad, I'm the bad girl who had sex before she was supposed to. I was supposed to be a virgin who could be shipped off to Utah or to BC in order to become one of the many wives of one of the old fogies in the LDS. Since I screwed that up, now they have to try some other way to get me married off and if they can get me into a multiple marriage, so much the better. Remember, they think you're a 'hidden' Mormon."
"Well, if you think that way, why are you here and in bed with me?"
"Where else do I have to go?" She snapped. "I know you offered to take me somewhere else, but I can't go stay with Carissa tonight and Aunt Ann certainly wouldn't welcome me in her home. To her I'm a fallen woman for some reason, even if she encourages her daughters to trap men with sex. Besides, in the short time I've known you, I've gotten to like you more than any other man that I've ever met in my whole life."
"Shit, now I don't know what to think." I sighed. "Everything has gotten so damn complicated that I'm not sure what to think about any of you. Right at the moment I feel lost and I'm having all sorts of second thoughts about this whole setup."
"Huh, you spend too much time thinking about things anyway." She snorted. "Now damn it, I really do like you and I came to bed wanting a cuddle, but you haven't even touched me since we got here."
"Well, actually because of the way you've been acting, I'm a bit leery to touch you." I shrugged. "I'm a bit worried that I'd get carried away."
"Why? Aren't I good enough for you or something?"
"No, it's not that and I think you know it. You're gorgeous and I'm probably nuts for not taking advantage of any opportunity you give me, but we really don't know each other at all."
"So what? All I'm asking for is a kiss and a cuddle. You said you would, but now you won't."
"You don't seem to understand. When I agreed to that, we were both dressed and I didn't plan to get into bed in the nude. Now somehow you've managed to get us both into bed and ..."
"And would it be the end of the world if we did have sex?"
"Maybe not, but it might change our lives, perhaps not in a good way."
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm just as scared of that as you are, maybe more. And really, all I want is to cuddle."
"Really?"
"Yeah, please hold me?" Her voice was almost a whimper.
So, I relented, wondering if I was being a sucker, but rather than worry about it, I slipped my arms around her and pulled her tightly to my chest. After a kiss and a long snuggle, she asked to roll over, but wanted me to hold her just as closely from behind. Thinking that was slightly safer, I tentatively agreed. Surprisingly, I felt her breathing change after only a few moments, and knew she was asleep.
As for me, I was still wide awake. Now I was wondering if I was being used or taken advantage of by any or all of the bunch. Was Carissa using me to draw in other women for her to have as playmates? Was Sandy taking advantage of Carissa's professed liking for women as a way to get closer to me? Or, was Jackie placing doubts in my mind for her own advantage?
I lay there for a long time, my mind pinballing from one recollection to another, remembering comments and actions, comparing attitudes to reactions. No matter how much I thought about the situation, I knew I was just guessing. I still couldn't make any sense of it all, but finally, I fell asleep.
But I don't think I slept long. Instead I awakened from a very vivid dream of having sex with a gorgeous woman, only to find that I was physically fulfilling that dream. Oh Shit! What in hell was I doing? In fact I was so deeply involved in the physical act that it was too late to stop. My body was past the point of no return. In fact, I was ejaculating as I awakened. Then I realized that what had awakened me had been Jackie's voice, chanting wildly.
"Oh yes! Do it! Do it! Don't stop! It's so good! Oh YEEESSSSS!!" I heard Jackie's chant rise into an enthusiastic shout, her body just as involved as my own.
Those words partially eased the shame and revulsion I'd begun to feel, but I was still unhappy with myself and with the situation. I had put myself into a position that just wasn't like me in any way. Suddenly I was physically involved with a third woman and I really didn't know her, not at all. How much could I know about her? After all, I'd only met her a little over a day before.
Not sure what to say, or what to do, I pulled away from Jackie's back and flopped onto mine. She was still in the same bed, but at least we weren't touching. She wasn't as reluctant though, in fact she wanted more attention. I'd hardly moved when she shifted, draping her still panting form on top of my chest.
"Thank you!" She said enthusiastically, then her lips were on mine, but only for a second before she pulled back. "What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry." I said quietly. "I was asleep and dreaming and ... Well, I think we just made a mistake"
"Well, I wasn't asleep." She said instantly, interrupting me. "I wanted that. Big time! I felt your dickie knocking and I opened the door, then guided him in. You did really good too, even if you say you were asleep."
Then she giggled "If you really were asleep, let's do it again, now that you're awake."
"Whether I was asleep or not isn't the point!" I snapped, growing annoyed. "You don't know me. I don't know you. I'm already involved with two other young women. I'm only sixteen for cripes sake. I don't want to have to get married at my age. Hell, I didn't even use a french safe, so I hope you're on the pill or something."
"Oh." Her voice was a whisper. "I never even thought of that."
"Oh shit, I take it that means you aren't on the pill?"
"No." She murmured, so quietly I could barely make out the word, then I heard her sniffle as she started crying softly.
"Oh great." I sighed, then I don't know why, but I hugged her.
Eventually, having cried herself out, she fell asleep in my arms. It was far later before I fell asleep myself and even then my sleep was disturbed.
*
Once more I slept in and awoke late, but this time I awoke alone. I rolled out of bed and dressed, then hurried outside as I usually had to do. When I came back inside, I put on a pot of coffee, then checked on the back room to see if Jackie was sleeping in Beth's bed, but she wasn't. That's when I started to look for the clothes she'd been wearing the night before. There was no sign that she'd been there. Even the small handbag that she'd carried when she'd come with Carissa was gone.
"Oh hell." I sighed, guessing that she'd decided to walk back to town.
Instead of phoning anyone immediately, I grabbed a mug of coffee and raced out to the jeep, driving quickly down to the bridge. I could see her footprints crossing it, clearly visible where each step had disturbed the dew that had settled on the bridge deck overnight. As I drove slowly up the grade, then out onto the more level land above the crest, I kept an eye out to see if she'd tried to take a shortcut on any of the curves, but I didn't see any.
Then, as I rounded a small curve around a willow thicket, I saw her. She was sitting on a small stump at the side of the road with one shoe in her hand, rubbing one foot with the other. There were tears running down her face and she looked as if she had just lost her best friend. When I pulled up next to her, she looked up at me.
Then she hid her face in her arms and moaned. "Go away. I wasn't trying to trap you into something you didn't want."
"I didn't say you were. Last night I was angry at myself, not at you." I said quietly. "What we did isn't going to cause the end of the world."
That didn't help. Instead she started to wail like a baby. Okay, perhaps I was being manipulated again, but at the time I didn't bother thinking about that. At the time, I felt like hell. She was crying like a baby because of something I had done, and, like many guys, a crying woman can get me to do or say just about anything in order to get her to stop.
Somehow I talked her into getting into the jeep and going back to the cabin. While I did the chores, she cleaned up her face and her feet, then lay down again. That wasn't a surprise though, after all she'd told me that she'd hardly slept all night. I hadn't had much more sleep than she had, but I didn't want to disturb her. Besides, I was still on a short schedule to get ready for school, and I had things I needed to do so I didn't go back to bed. Instead I cooked and ate breakfast.
As I was sitting out on the front porch with another mug of coffee, I got to worrying about the fact that my work day was screwed up once more. That brought on thoughts about the ranch as I tried to decide if there was anything that absolutely had to be done that day. The only thing I could think of that was close to desperate was the fact that one of the cows I had bought in the spring was going to calve late in the season. When I'd seen her the day before, she'd looked close, so I decided that I needed to check her to see if she was having any problem with calving.
Since Jackie seemed to be sleeping soundly, I felt I could safely leave her sleep while I rode out to check on the cow. I'd caught one of the horses and had just saddled it, when I saw Carissa's jeep drive through the gap in the cliff and start down the slope toward the cabin. I hesitated for a second, then decided that I didn't really feel like talking to anyone right then. Besides, if either Carissa or Sandy were at the cabin, then Jackie wasn't alone, which relieved my mind about leaving her sleeping in a place that was still somewhat strange to her.
So, I stepped into the stirrup and swung into the saddle. By the time Carissa had parked in front of the cabin, I was riding across the pasture. I told myself that I really did need to ride out and check the cow, but even I knew in my heart that I was using that as an excuse. Waiting a few moments to talk to Carissa before going to see how that cow was doing wouldn't have mattered.
While I rode, I was thinking that I usually tackled things head on, but I rationalised that I'd usually had the time to think through my choices first. This time I had no idea where I even stood, let alone what I wanted to do. I knew I was going to have to go back and face the girls, but at the moment, I had no idea what I wanted to say to anyone. Jackie's critique of Sandy, along with Carissa's words and actions, had made me question my trust of each of them.
However, as I thought about all that had happened that summer, I decided that I'd been acting irresponsibly toward them as well, at least in some ways. After all, I'd accepted having them live with me without looking deeply into the possible future consequences and complications. Oh sure, I'd thought about things, but probably not as critically as I should have.
Suddenly feeling self-critical, I took a cold hard look at some of the future possibilities. For one thing, I hadn't really worried about the interactions that might develop between them. For instance, what would happen if Jackie had caught last night and she was pregnant? How would that affect all of us? Would the other two want kids as well? Then I wondered how a sixteen-year-old kid could possibly hope to support a woman if she got pregnant, let alone the possibility that all three might want kids.
After all, Grampa Bender was still alive and no matter what his will said, the only thing that I owned on the ranch were my clothes, a few horses and the tack for them. Everything else belonged to Grampa Bender and the family as a whole. All I was being paid for was my time and my work as a caretaker while Grampa Bender was in the hospital. The wages I was making certainly wouldn't support a family. Adding the worries about the cost of a pregnant woman to that string of thoughts left me terrified.
Thankfully I came upon our small herd of cattle just then and that broke through my worries. I had something else to concentrate on, and I reined in the horse, slowly scanning the herd. It only took a moment for me to see the cow I'd been worried about. Not only had she calved, but both she and the calf appeared to be fine. I sighed at that; at least that was one less concern to worry me.
Sitting there in the saddle and watching our small herd graze, I ran over the facts of my life and my plans for the future.
I was sixteen. I owned a regular car, a stock car and a junker. I owned four horses and a lot of riding equipment. I had a small bank account and was a member of the family business. I stood to inherit half of the upper ranch, which meant Beth and I would eventually have control of the water rights and effective control of the lease on the lower ranch. All of those facts were definitely positive.
However, that summer my actions and circumstance had added several facts that didn't seem as positive. To begin with, right then I felt that I was involved with too many women. On top of that, I'd practically committed myself to living with them in Calgary while going to school there. Actually, my schooling was another thing that I had begun to question. If I was going to become a rancher, what use would an electronic technician's papers be to me? Admittedly, electronics was fascinating for me, but what could I do on an isolated ranch that involved electronics? Wouldn't I be wiser to study agriculture?
I slowly came to the decision that I needed some advice on the things going on in my life in order to plan my future. However, in order to get the advice I wanted, I was going to have to go to town. I wanted to talk to Grampa Bender and I wanted to talk to him in person, not on the phone. I also wanted to talk to Mom and Dad, but not until later.
At that point I realized that no matter who I wanted to talk to, I needed my car. With a deep sigh, I turned the horse back toward the barn. As I rode toward the cabin, I was dreading the fact that I was almost certain to run into Carissa, Sandy and Jackie when I got back.
"Well, genius, you got yourself into this and you were just bragging about tackling things head on, so here's your chance." I spoke softly, as if speaking aloud placed more emphasis on my words than just thinking them to myself.
Only, when I got back close enough to see the yard, I could also see that Carissa's jeep was gone. After I'd taken the saddle and bridle off the horse and turned it loose, I went to the cabin. I wasn't really surprised to find that no one was there.
*
Carissa's things were still there and so were Sandy's, but it appeared as if Jackie had cleaned out and left. Of course she hadn't brought much as far as I knew, but suddenly I was left with the feeling that Jackie had bailed out, probably feeling that I blamed her for what happened. If I was honest, she did share the blame, but I should have been savvy enough to realize what was going on. In other words, I felt that most of the blame was mine. Heck, part of the blame was shared by Carissa and Sandy too. Carissa had set up Jackie and me, just by leaving her to spend the night. Then too, even if Sandy hadn't done anything else, she was at least guilty of complicity by going along with what Carissa had done.
Wait a minute, what if Jackie has asked them to leave her behind? Perhaps Jackie and Carissa had set it up between them and Carissa had managed to gull Sandy onto going along with the scheme?
Or, what if Jackie and Sandy had set it up and ...
"No, stop speculating. Right now it doesn't matter." I growled, almost surprising myself that I'd spoken aloud and with such vehemence.
I'd made the mistake of sitting down on the bed, instead of heading out to see Grampa Bender right away. The bed felt extremely comfortable, so I decided that since I was exceptionally tired, I'd have a short nap before lunch, then I'd drive to town.
That short nap stretched into a three-hour sleep. I didn't wake until almost two in the afternoon and I might not have woken then, but the phone rang and disturbed me.
"Hello." I mumbled, meanwhile rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
"Chris? Is everything alright up there?" Mom asked, sounding concerned. "We met Carissa in town. Sandy and Jackie, that new girl, were with her. They avoided us, but we could see their faces, and all of them looked woebegone, as if they had just lost their best friend. Did the bunch of you have an argument or anything?"
"Mom, I'm not even positive what's going on myself. Nobody had an argument or was hurt or anything, at least not that I know about, but I don't think any of us are feeling great either. I'll be honest. I'm not comfortable with talking about it over the phone though." I stifled a yawn.
"You don't sound good, what's wrong with you?"
"Well, when you called, I was asleep, trying to catch up on the sleep I lost last night." I heaved a sigh.
"Was being kept awake last night part of the problem?"
"In a way, it was." I frowned. "There's a lot more to this than just that though."
"Well, go wash your face and have a cup of coffee, that way you'll be fully awake when I get there." She ordered. "I'll see if your father has the time to drive me up there, but even if he can't come with me, I'll drive up by myself. I'll see you in a short while."
Before I could comment, she'd hung up the phone. So I followed orders. I cleaned up, then made a small pot of coffee as well as a sandwich. Afterward, I sat on the front porch to wait for Mom to arrive.
As Mom drove across the bridge and into the yard I could see that Dad wasn't along with her, but I decided that was a probably good thing. Talking to Mom when she was alone would more than likely be easier than talking to her with Dad at her side. Since I was having problems with women, who better to ask than Mom?
After a quick hug, she sat down, motioning me to sit at her side.
"Well, what happened?" She asked.
By then, I'd decided to make a full admission of what had gone on, starting on the day that Sandy had been left with Carissa and me, then explain things as I went along. It didn't really take all that long to explain, but just telling her the full truth made me feel better. When I got to the part about Sandy spending the night with me while Carissa was away, I paused. Mom was quiet for a moment, then she looked me directly in the eye.
"So the part about you and Sandy not getting along was a fabrication?"
"Yeah. I got talked into trying to sell that idea to others. It was Sandy's idea more than anything else. I think her relationship with her mother is the reason, but I'm not sure."
"Oh, I'm positive of that." Mom snorted. "Sam and Ann McAdam may have officially left the Mormon church, but they've still got the attitudes that were hammered into them as children. Sam thinks his word is law and Ann is a very manipulative person. Sandy is at the age where she's rebelling against any sort of strict parental authority. In fact, I've noticed the same thing with the twins, Jess and Jean, but neither of them is as rebellious as Sandy. What has surprised me in some ways is Carissa's attitude."
"Her attitude has surprised me too." I snorted. "I guess I'm blind, because even though I went to school with her for years, I didn't realize that she liked women the way she does. If anyone should have noticed that, I should have."
"Oh Chris." Mom sighed heavily. "First; you're a guy, all you'd see was the fact that she was attractive. Second; you were infatuated with her, which adds depth to the blinders you were wearing. Third; you're young and you weren't all that closely involved with her, at least not before this summer. Since you weren't looking for something like that, you simply didn't notice."
"I guess." I sighed.
There was a moment's pause then as if both of us were waiting for the other to speak.
"So, tell me about Jackie." She said finally.
"That's complicated." I sighed very deeply. "First, you have to know that I didn't even have much of a chance to talk to Sandy about her, so I'm just going on Jackie's own explanation, okay? I'm just going to repeat what she told me about herself and what I saw for myself."
"I understand." Mom nodded.
"Well, she told me that she was raised as a Mormon and led a very sheltered life. Actually, she was home schooled, but only with other girls, so in a way she's only known any affection from women. On top of that, a couple of years ago she lost her virginity to the older brother of one of the kids who lived in one of the houses where the girls studied. From what she said about that, I think he might have been quite rough with her. As soon as her parents found out about that, their attitude toward her changed. From what she said, they threw her at any guy who happened to come along. Then I think she sealed her fate with them by telling them that she liked girls more than guys. I got the impression that she felt as if they wanted to her out of their house as quickly as possible, especially after she told them that."
"Oh, I understand a bit more then." Mom said quietly. "Her father is Sam McAdam's brother, isn't he?"
"Yep." I nodded. "He's also the guy who owns the duplex that Ann McAdam wants all of us to live in when we go to Calgary. From what she said last night, Jackie will be the fourth person living there."
"Oh, wow. So did she come here to spend the night after the race too?"
"No, I think she and Carissa must have spent that night together. I'm just guessing that, but Jackie told me that she and Ann McAdam don't get along too well. She didn't say why, but again, I'm guessing that Ann heard about her preference for woman. Since her mind and Carissa's seem to run on the same track, I'm assuming they spent the night together. Anyway, Carissa and Jackie showed up here yesterday. Then last night, Carissa and Sandy made us something to eat while Jackie and I were doing the chores. However, they left before we were done chores, leaving Jackie here with me."
"Okay, so you seduced Jackie?"
"No, Mom. There was no real seduction involved, not on my part anyway. She and I just talked a lot. If anything, I got taken advantage of while I was asleep. I woke up from a very vivid dream to find that I wasn't dreaming. The scary part, and probably the real reason that you and I are sitting here talking, is the fact that what she did frightened me. Well, it annoyed me too. You see, I feel I was manipulated."
"That's nothing new." Mom huffed. "Carissa has been doing that all summer."
"Not the same way." I waved a hand dismissively. "Jackie and I were out here on the porch late last night and for some reason, she seemed scared and wanted a cuddle. Maybe because she's a city kid and didn't feel comfortable with the quiet, I don't know. Anyway, come bed time, she didn't want to sleep alone and to make a long story short, I agreed to let her sleep in my bed so she could have a cuddle. I guess Carissa had told her that I usually sleep nude. Somehow she talked me into bed with neither one of us was wearing a damn thing. I got suckered into it because she said she liked girls and hadn't liked what the guy she'd had sex with had done to her. I don't know why I was such a fool. Anyway, we talked a lot after we went to bed, then she fell asleep while I was cuddled against her from behind."
"Oh boy, I can see this one coming." Mom laughed sardonically. "You grew erect during a dream and somehow the two of you just happened to slip together, right?"
"Oh, not quite." I shook my head. "We had sex alright, but afterward, she admitted that she was awake when things started to happen and helped things along. That upset me, but not as much as finding out that she's not on the pill, because I was asleep, so we didn't use any other form of protection."
"Oh, shit!"
"Those were my exact words, because for me, that was a rude wake up call. Unfortunately, my words set off Jackie's tears and I don't suppose she felt I was being sympathetic enough or something. You know me, when I'm worried, I start thinking. I suppose she thought I was being cold or rejecting her in some way. Anyway, this morning, she tried to run off while I was still asleep. When I woke up, she was gone, but I caught up with her up on the top of the hill with a ruined shoe and sore feet. I brought her back here and she fell asleep again, so I decided to leave her rest for a while."
"And what happened after that?"
"Well, I'd screwed up when I bought some of the stock this spring and bought one cow that had been bred late. I noticed yesterday that she was close to calving, so with Jackie asleep, I thought I'd have time to ride out and check on her. As I was riding out, I saw Carissa's jeep coming down the hill anyway, so I felt relieved that if Jackie did wake up, she wouldn't be alone. Actually I didn't really want to see Carissa right then either. To be honest, I was a bit pissed with her because I felt she'd set me up. So I said screw it, and rather than riding back to talk to Carissa, I rode out to see to the cow. When I got back here, everyone was gone and at this point, I don't have a clue about what's going on with the girls, because we didn't talk."
"I see." Mom nodded slowly. "So you haven't talked with them at all?"
"At the moment, Mom, I haven't even got a clue where they are or what's going on." I shrugged my shoulders. "Since both Carissa and Sandy have left clothing and other things here, I'd imagine they at least plan to come get those, but other than that, I'm in the dark."
"Well, are you going to phone them?"
"Nope."
"Chris, you're going to have to talk to them sometime."
"Sometime I suppose, maybe? I don't know when though." I sighed. "Look, this isn't the first time I've felt that Carissa has pushed too damn hard and I really do think this was her doing. I think she deliberately bragged to Jackie about what I was like in bed, then convinced Sandy to leave along with her last night so Jackie and I would be alone. Just a minute, let me see if I can find the note she left."
"Don't bother, Chris." Mom rested a hand on my arm as I started to stand up. "If you're right, and if the note might have cast her in a bad light, then Carissa will have found it and destroyed it when she was here earlier."
"I thought you liked Carissa?" I stared at her.
"I do, but I also know that she's very smart and very thorough. I'm sure that if she did plan something and it went wrong, she'd do everything in her power to cover her butt, just in case there might be any recriminations. Just what was written in the note, or do you remember?"
"Well, really all she wrote was that our supper was in the oven and salad in the fridge, then there was a line that she and Sandy were leaving us alone because they didn't think we'd get together otherwise."
"Aha, she did two things there. She made sure the blame was shared with Sandy and she loaded her message to presuppose that you and Jackie would be thinking of sleeping together."
I just stared at Mom in surprise, but I frowned as well.
"Oh come on, Chris. She didn't do anything a lot of other people wouldn't do in order to get people together. The only difference might be that she seems to have wanted to share in the prize, as it were." Mom grinned at me. "Try to look at this from her side. She's lived with you all summer and knows how much she likes you, but now she's met another young woman that she likes just as much. You'd already stretched the bounds of your relationship to include Sandy, so she thought you might be willing to stretch those bounds a bit further."
"But Sandy and Jackie have completely different personalities, even if they are cousins. Jackie has been raised in a mental straitjacket all her life while Sandy has at least had some freedom."
"Ah, but think of the similarities between them. Just the fact that both of them were raised in households where their father's word was law is a good point to start. Then too, both of them are familiar with the idea of multiple marriages and seniority amongst the wives. Throw in the fact that both of them seem to be amenable to lesbian affairs and you can see why Carissa was drawn to explore the possibilities."
"Gee, you make it sound so cold and calculated. Do you think Carissa is really that hard nosed and manipulative?"
"Manipulative and calculating, yes, but she's definitely not hard nosed. She's actually quite soft hearted. Don't forget, I had her living around the house when you got bucked off that stallion of yours and ended up in the hospital. I had three weepy girls on my hands and each one of them was trying her best to take the most blame for your injuries. So I know she's not hard nosed or cold." Mom smiled then and stretched. "Just to change the subject a bit, is this going to change where you plan on living while you're in Calgary at technical school?"
"Probably, but in a way, it also points out something else to me. I was just thinking about the way I get myself into trouble with girls so easily." I sighed deeply. "I think I need to grow up a bit."
"Meaning what?" She looked at me with a frown.
"Well, right at the moment, I'm considering not taking that electronic course this year at all. If I withdrew now, all I'd lose would be my registration fee. There's so much work that needs to be done here and since I'm only sixteen I've still got lots of time to add to my education."
"Oh Chris!" She sighed, then shook her head.
"Mom, I just don't think I'm ready to be away from all of this right now." I waved my hand in a gesture to take in our surroundings. "I don't like being in the city and I'm not going to know anyone there except for the girls and a few cousins that I think of as lazy turds. All they did for years was to sponge off of the lower ranch and the lease income. They didn't even show up to see what was going on, let alone do anything to help out. If I stayed with them I'd be bound to say something about that and that would be the end of my stay, because I'd get kicked out."
"But you could make new friends in Calgary."
"Mom, the only friends I made in school were close neighbours from around the farm. Let's face it. I don't make friends easily."
"Well, if you don't want to go to Calgary, would you consider going to Olds and taking an agriculture course?"
"That would probably be better, but I think that any courses I'd want to take will be overflowing by this late date."
"When did you decide all of this? You haven't mentioned it before."
"Actually, I just recognised the facts of my situation a short while ago and came to a tentative conclusion when you asked if I was going to still think about staying in the duplex with the girls." I stood and stretched. "It just suddenly dawned on me that I wasn't going to be where I wanted to be and I wasn't going to be doing what I wanted to do."
"That's a big decision, Chris. I think you should consider what it's going to mean in the future before you make your final choice."
"Oh, it's not definite, and I will give it a lot of thought, I promise."
"Okay. Knowing you, if you're going into deep thought mode, I might as well leave you alone, but call me later, or come down and talk to your dad and me. Would you like me to call the school at Olds and ask about the chances of you getting in there?"
"No, give me a day or two to think about it, Mom. Amongst other things, I want to talk to Grampa Bender and Wil, as well as you and Dad. I know it's a big decision and I want to be sure I do exactly what I think is best."
"Okay. I can't ask for much more than that." She sighed and leaned over to hug me before standing and walking toward the truck.
"Thanks, Mom." I called
"You're welcome. Call me later tonight, after eight, okay?" She called as she opened the door to Dad's truck
"Sure. See ya later." I said and waved as she got into the pickup.
As I watched her drive across the bridge and up the hill, I would have bet a hundred dollars that she was headed toward town to see Carissa, Sandy and Jackie. I just hoped that they'd survive the inquisition they were about to undergo. At the same time I knew there was nothing I could do to stop Mom or to protect them, and I wasn't sure I wanted to. So, I went for a walk instead.