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From: Katie McN <katie@katiemcn.com>
Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] Mallory by Katie McN   (FF, Rom, 1st)
Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2002 23:10:05 -0400
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I've attached some story comments and background
information at the end of the story. You might consider
reading the story before the background since there are
some spoilers.





Mallory

By Katie McN <katie@katiemcn.com>

----

Death was final once, but I don't think the Grim Reaper
works that way anymore.


She was a presence across four lanes of traffic. A blonde-
haired look of fierce determination. A vision who captured
my complete attention and never once knew I existed. There
were other people there, of course, but I couldn't see
them. Not really. Not just then.

"Hey, Mary Kay, see that guy across the street - he's Josh
Evans,  my ex-business partner. I heard on the street he
was moving back to Wilshire Boulevard so I guess the rumors
are true."

How did he miss seeing her?

We were walking back from lunch on one of those hundred
degree days that only happen in California. The kind of day
where I would want to vanish into a some quiet little place
like the one my dog always finds when he takes his midday
nap.

But not today.

I'd signed up a new client who'd probably keep the agency
going for another couple of years, and my boss just
finished telling me I was the most wonderful person in the
world. I knew he didn't really mean it, but it was real
nice to hear anyway.

"Who's the babe, Al? Is she in the business?" I was waiting
for Al to fill me in, but he didn't seem to notice her at
first. He does know just about everyone in the LA
advertising scene and has a reputation for being a real
nice guy even though A. Jardin  et Cie is one of the most
aggressive agencies in the city.

"Oh, her, I think she's Mallory Kane. I heard Josh met her
up in San Francisco and sweet-talked the babe into taking a
sales job with his agency. She's a real nice looking girl,
but I hear she's a killer when she goes after an account."
He knew a few war stories, and what he thought was a killer
sounded just like a lot of other effective women who always
seem to surprise the guys when they can work a little bit
harder and do just that much more, until the day they end
up winning.

Funny, how guys always think of business as a battle
instead of work. Just something fun to do until something
different comes along.

---

When I saw all the advertising people gathered there in one
place, I couldn't help wondering what the bullshit level in
Los Angeles would fall to if a bomb went off in the middle
of the room.

"Thanks for letting me tag along with you, Al."

An agency open house was something new for me. I really
wanted to see how Josh decorated his new shop, but I think
Al only came to see if he and Josh could be friends again.
Well, you know, anything's possible.

I was cool, calm and collected. Not.

I'd been planning my outfit for a week and changed my mind
a thousand times. I finally settled on business sexy, which
works well in advertising if you pretend you don't notice
the guys checking you out. A whole half day at the beauty
shop and not just to  have them fix up my ponytail either.

I didn't think anyone could tell how excited I was to be
around all my heroes and I was kind of surprised that a few
of them thought of me that way, too.

I met a million people that afternoon, but I remember
talking to only one.

"Hi, I'm Mallory Kane and I know you're Mary Kay Nichols
'cause your reputation precedes  you, my dear. Josh talks
about you and Al all the time." Her voice was a smile that
covered me all over with warmth and tenderness. A sense of
mystery and intrigue wrapped up in fun and beauty.  No
smoke and mirrors here, just a real person, a person just
like me.

We got to talking like we'd known each other for the last
hundred years. A lot of business of course, but a lot of
other stuff as well. She could buy designer knock-offs for
next to nothing and I knew a place where the masseuse got
rid of tensions you didn't even know you had. We knew some
people in common. Some of them we liked and some of them
well, you know how that goes.

"Come on, Mary Kay. Let's leave the party and get a glass
of white wine. I've had enough of these folks for one day."

We were off to the lounge on the first floor of her
building. Kind of a cute place with just enough light to
see who you're talking with, but not enough to give you a
tan.

We became friends for hours and hours.

---

'Let's do lunch' really happened and we started meeting on
and off whenever we had a chance.

I don't know how it works with men, but women need to have
a special person to confide in and trust. A repository of
secrets only the two of them know.

We saw each other once or twice a week for almost two
years. The two of us became best friends and every time we
met, it seemed like only a minute or two had passed since
the last time we were together.

November 17th was the day everything changed.

We went from friends to best friends to something we
weren't sure of, but we knew we liked. It wasn't a lateral
move either, but a step up to someplace I thought was just
one notch below heaven.

It was my turn to show off and I invited her for some real
New Orleans style cooking.

When I was a kid living in Texas, my mom decided to hire a
maid from New Orleans because the help you find in West
Texas was "just too rustic." I didn't know what that meant,
but I did know I loved Lucille who taught me how to cook,
introduced me to Zydeco music and looked at life a little
differently than most people.

A cowgirl in the big city is a sight to behold.

It takes me all day to cook a meal. First thing in the
morning I'm off to the store to get nothing but the best. I
have to use those great big ole shrimps, hot links made by
someone named Zatarain, and a mess of clams, oysters and
lobster tails right off the boat. And, I need other stuff
when I'm making a meal that says a little bit more than
"Are you hungry?" We just had to have some ribs, gumbo,
jambalaya, black beans and dirty rice. Of course I'd have a
little bit of Jack Daniels sipping whiskey on hand and
maybe a couple of six packs of long neck Tecates. Yes, I
still know how to make the best damn pecan pie anyone has
ever tasted. I didn't figure we'd be having a bonfire and
roasting marshmallows later, but I was ready just in case.

I never do follow a recipe for any of this. I just know by
looking how much Tabasco to use on the links, how much of
this spice to sprinkle in the crock pot and how many of
those vegetables to add in to whatever's cooking on the
stove. I just somehow know a few of the secrets handed down
by all those good cooks from days gone by.

You know you're in trouble when you have to explain the
meal before you start eating. Mallory was hesitant at
first, but she got into it and made this little girl feel
real good when she asked for seconds and 'how do you make
this' and 'what do you call that?'

We found ourselves in the living room drinking Jack and
Coke while we listened to Professor Longhair bang out some
down home music. Somehow that became white wine and Air
Supply encouraging us to do something new and different.

The first real kiss is special. Something you might just
remember for the rest of your life.

"Mary Kay, I don't know what came over me. I felt like
kissing you and suddenly, well, you know."

Of course I knew, I was there enjoying everything she was
giving away and trying to give back as much as I could.

"Tell you what, Mal. If it bothers you that much,  I'll
just return the favor."

The second kiss lead to the third and the fourth and the
many more. The living room somehow became the bedroom and
friends became lovers.

There's a secret only women know for the most part. It
could be that she plays a tiny bit hard to get at first,
and maybe she acts like she didn't really know what she was
getting into. But, the real clue is the underwear. You find
a woman wearing a cotton bra and panties, you got to figure
all of it was a surprise to her. But, if she has on that
sexy little something special, well you know it just might
be that somewhere in the back of her mind she wanted to get
laid and more than likely got real happy when she was.

"Mary Kay, what cute lingerie! You look sooo sexy I can
hardly stop touching you."

Well, I did have my dress underwear on, but not for long.
Mallory's cute little things seemed to have drifted away,
too, and now both of us were able to enjoy each other like
a buffet of gourmet surprises.

I touched her breasts and felt the sensation flow to my
mind and then to another place where I keep those special
feelings only I can understand. Her hand was on my neck at
first, and then slowly trailed down my back until I felt a
her tiny little hand sneak its way between the crack in my
ass. My tongue searched her mouth and found a welcome there
in that dark and friendly place. She pressed her pussy
against mine and used both her hands to crush my sex
against her body so hard I thought we would end up as one
person.

I found out that my tongue fit perfectly into her most
private places and she had a special way of trapping it
there until all its work was done. Somehow we could love
each other without all the confusion that sometimes happens
when two people make love for the first time. Somehow we
could bring each other to a place where we'd never been
before. Somehow we could do it again and again and again.

When two women start out as lovers, they have to learn
things. We learned a lot that night and a lot more on all
the other nights that followed.

---

It worked out perfectly.

I had a lot of stuff in my apartment and she had only a few
important pieces in the place she owned. The moving guys
didn't break a thing and it seemed like no time at all
until we felt like we'd lived in that cute little house on
Hillcrest Street forever.


Have you ever been loved? Have you ever been loved
unconditionally by someone who could have anyone and the
only person she wanted was you?

Everyday was a treasure and everyday we loved each other
more and more.

When I had to travel on business, I called home everyday
and told her how much I missed her and how I was longing
for the day I would be back in her arms again. When she was
gone the house seemed empty and barren. Not a home anymore,
but a place where I had to stay until my world was right
once more. And when we got together we would celebrate and
forget the hours we wasted apart. We had everything and so
very much more.

A year became two. Three slipped up on us before we even
saw it coming. We were just as much in love when four
stopped by and we welcomed it with open arms.

Well, I guess a person is only allowed so much joy in life
and then something else has to happen.

---

When you get the flu you know it'll be gone in just a few
days. When you're real sick you know it might be the end
and you try to do your best to use your life wisely. But
when you don't know what's wrong, it's hard to understand
exactly what you should do.

Mal was sick, but the doctors didn't know what was wrong.
She was in the hospital for the third time in a year. Each
time it took longer for her to come out of the coma and
each time she was a little worse for wear. The shine was
gone from her hair. She was frail and thin. Just thinking
about things was a bit harder for her than it used to be.
We were together, though, and our love didn't look a bit
different to me.

The doctors finally found out what was wrong, but by then
it didn't really matter any more. When the day came that
she died in her sleep, the cold woke me up to say goodbye.
The cold that takes over a body when the soul has moved on
to some other place.

---

Time is very interesting

Somehow time can erase so many bad things. And time can put
a high gloss on something that was kind of ordinary when it
happened a long time ago. It's been like that for me over
the years. I'm convinced we never had any bad times and I
can still see my Mallory standing right there talking once
again with a smile that covers me all over with warmth and
tenderness while she waits for me to join her.

---

When I was a young girl my mother told me marriage was two
people living as one. I didn't know what she meant then,
but now I think I do.


The End


Katie McN <katie@katiemcn.com>




Story Comments and Background Information

I wanted to write this story for a long time, but never
could do it. It was impossible for me to express my
feelings about the person I loved more than anyone. Each
time I'd try to outline something I'd give up because it
didn't seem it was good enough and didn't express my real
emotions.

 From time to time, some authors like to play different
kinds of writing games. One of them has to do with the two
authors exchanging a story idea just before the writing
event starts. Next, the two of them write for a couple of
hours before sending the result off to the person who
decides who did the best job.

One of my favorite authors is Lord Malinov who stopped
posting his stories a long time ago. I was able to get him
to come out of seclusion to play the writing game with me.
He writes the most fabulous romance stories so I knew that
we'd be writing romance, which is not my strength. I didn't
care because I'm not really into winning and losing and
felt a story by Malinov was worth any effort I had to make.

I can't remember either one of the ideas we exchanged for
this story. It really doesn't matter. For some reason my
story ended up being Mallory which came out as sort of a
stream of consciousness thing. I didn't realize what I was
writing until I was finished. The story is about a woman
who I loved very much and who was taken away from me much
too early. I lost the writing contest, but ended up the
winner as far as I'm concerned because, I have the story I
wanted to write and couldn't.

I wrote another story based on Mallory and have a couple
of other things planned out which concern her. All of the
stories in my Mary Kay series and the story 'Just Like
Everyone' are part of a fictionalization of my life. There
are some hard parts to go and when I figure out how to
write them, they'll show up someplace. Maybe Lord Malinov
will want to play again and who knows what will happen.

Here's some background about the story that might make it
more interesting.

The opening location is set on Wilshire Bl., not too far
from the Equitable Building, for those who know the Los
Angeles--Mid Wilshire neighborhood. The two men who show up
at the start of the story are both based on real people who
were business partners at one point and had a falling out
later on. The one I call Al in the story felt very bad
about the parting. They were friends for a long time before
going into business together and they went through a lot to
build up their business before the one I call Josh hit a
glass ceiling and started doing some destructive things.

The cooking scene is me for sure. I wrote it after cooking
a meal for another woman so it was easy to describe how I
do things. I've never been able to cook anything that
requires precision or following recipes to the letter. I'm
convinced my combination Creole/Tex-Mex cuisine is much
better when I don't waste any time measuring and stuff like
that. ;-)

I try to sneak in some "women secrets" into my romance
stories. In this case I mention one many women told me is
so true. There is a part where I reveal the "cute
underwear" law. Just like a lot of people, I heard that
it's important to wear clean underwear because "you just
don't know what might happen." I didn't understand that at
first until I started getting involved into relationships,
but now it's clear.

There is another lesbian relationship issue in the story.
Notice that I made the transition from the two women
getting together to them moving in with nothing more than a
scene break. For some reason my mind starts seeing me
living with a person about two minutes after the first time
we make love. I've talked to other women about this and a
lot of us think the same way.

I'm glad we only had two hours to write our stories.
Mallory's death was devastating and it took a long time for
her to succumb to her illness. She was diminished mentally
and physically during this time. I felt helpless and
couldn't understand why the doctors were unable to do
anything. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to express the
feelings I had during this time and the way I handle it
here is probably as good as I can write. At one point she
was unable to work or really do much on her own. I can
remember coming home from work and finding her sitting at
the piano and crying. When I asked her what was wrong she
told me she knew she used to be able to play but she
couldn't remember how any more. She told me she used to be
able to do a lot of things and now they were all gone. I
felt impotent because she was right and there was nothing I
could do to help.

Lesbians and gays are often faced with problems where they
don't have support from family because their family rejects
them for being lesbian or gay. This was the case for us. I
don't know which was worse. My mother refusing to talk to
us or her mother saying she would help and then telling her
it was all her fault and she deserved what happened.

Eventually I'll write the story about what happened to me
after Mallory's death. Not a pretty picture. For now, I've
talked enough and hope you liked the story.

By the way, this story won a Golden Clitoride for Best
Story of the Year 2001 which pleased me more than anyone
can possible imagine.


Katie McN
katie@katiemcn.com

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