The Fantasy
”Should we get some groceries? Sandwiches, dill pickles, mozzarella, maybe some caviar?” Carol asked when we had stopped for gas. ”Sure, if you like – and some beer too”, I added. The road was open and for the moment it seemed we hadn’t a care in the world. ”Maybe some cake?” I went to the store my fake dreadlocks swinging in the damp evening air.
I must have looked awkward since everybody was staring at me. Not a very good disguise, I admitted. Maybe we should have used some other material than that positively unruly hair from Rindy’s old dolls.
”Can you see if Abby’s got music in this car, I’d like to listen to it while driving. I’m afraid I'll fall asleep behind the wheel unless there’s something to keep me alert. ”I know a way to keep you awake…” I offered wiggling my eyebrows. We pulled over to the curb and I proceeded to make her very, very alert.” When we were finished she insisted I search for music anyway.
I loved Abby’s car, a shiny new Mercedes with all the new features one could possibly hope for. There were even some I’d never heard of before but Carol seemed right at home. We found Abby’s Spotify list installed in its entertainment center and I started to browse through her playlists. ”Can you find anything suitable in there, my darling?” Despite her tender phrasing, Carol sounded impatient. ”Yeah, some.” I pressed a list titled ”Romantic Melodies”. This should be good, I thought, the soft side of Abigail Gerhard…
Carol looked startled when the first suggestive beats of Salt-N-Pepa’s Push It boomed out of the speakers. ”Are you sure this is "Romantic Melodies"..?” she asked. I nodded worrying what was taking place at Carol’s house at the moment. ”Well, she has certainly changed since I knew her at school…” I frowned at her remark. The idea of Carol having sex with someone other than me drove me bonkers.
A playlist named mysteriously just ”Soundtrack” proved better. I chose Helen Foster’s You Belong To Me and ended up hitting replay about fourteen times in a row. ”Yes, I get it,” Carol laughed after the eighth time but I thought it better to stress my point a few more times. After a while I did get a bit frisky which almost derailed us off the road. ”Dearest, as romantic as the thought of our dead bodies being dragged out together from inside the remnants of this car, I’d rather not be literally caught dead wearing this wig…” Carol’s ”Abby hairdo” had yet again hit the bridge of her nose preventing her to see anything ahead.
It was late anyway so we decided it was high time to find lodging somewhere. We found a quaint little town in Iowa though I can’t for the life of me remember the name of the place. The motel could have been better but it did have the one thing we both looked forward to: a huge double bed. Abby’s Mercedes was spacious alright but I thought it would be nice to do it the traditional way, or at least in the traditional place.
I had already taken a shower and couldn’t wait to tell Carol about an idea I had had in the car. ”Carol…” I started. ”Yes, dearest?” She smiled at me going through her suitcase. ”I have this sex fantasy I was hoping we could make happen if you’re interested?” Carol snapped her valise shut immediately. ”I’m all ears – do share,” she said her voice was dizzyingly seductive.
”I was kinda thinking you could go and take a shower and then do the cosmetics thingy or whatever it is you do afterwards in there, and then I could kinda sit here looking really virginal and wait for you, and then you could come in and you’d have a robe…” I had to break for a little breather. ”A rope?” She interrupted looking rather puzzled. ”No, a robe – you’d have a robe on,” I mouthed the word really softly, ”but I do like your idea as well so hold on to that thought.” I don’t think I had ever spoken this much in my life.
”Anyway, I’d be sitting here in front of this mirror and you’d breeze in and we’d have a short conversation about how hollow and meaningless our lives have been, and then you’d stand behind me and open your robe, and I’d be like ”holy fuck, finally” though I’d be really inexperienced and you’d be this awesome cougar lady who’s taken interest in a poor obsessed girl. But then I’d be like take me to bed on and leave the lights onbecause I like to watch… though we should probably kiss before the last part happens, what do you think?”
Carol stared at me incredulously but I knew it had nothing to do with my suggestion – she was flabbergasted by my sudden verbal outburst which contained several words, even sentences. Well, I have to admit it was exhausting but at least I got my message across. I did however wonder afterwards how virginal I really appeared when I had nothing underneath my robe in the first place.
Next morning we left for Chicago. Entering Drake Hotel, I had the strangest craving for a mint julep but Carol wanted four martinis instead. That woman drinks a lot! I had a postcard from Cantrell waiting at the reception. It had a picture of a baby turtle on it. Funnee.
Hey Belivet,
Everything okay?
Some shady characters moving around so we’re staying put.
Take care and watch your back.
P.S. This Gerhard woman ain’t too shabby. She says hi.
Feeling oddly restless, I wrestled Carol back to the bed. I pressed my face right next to hers to ask her a question that had been bothering me. ”What happens when we get back to New York?” Carol opened my jeans and placed her palms on my bare buttocks – oh what sweet memories we already have! ”We’ll be living together and it will be just the same.” Her words made me so happy, I kissed her silly.
It didn’t quite end there but I’m pretty sure you knew that already.