Dory had unpacked as much as she felt was necessary which also happened to be as little as possible and had begun to fiddle around with the Cd. player that was built into the wall unit of the living area. She really didn't want to hear any music, but she was bored and there wasn't much else to do. Rachel was sitting at the dinette, reading the pamphlet with Labinky's embossed in gold lettering. A little put off by the fact that Rachel was occupied with something other than her needs Dory took aim and flung a pillow at Rachel's head. It caught her partner completely unaware and startled her. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked rather shortly. "Trying to get your attention" Dory snapped. "You've had your nose buried in that paperwork for over an hour now. "I'm just trying to get a feel for this place" Rachel said defensively. "Look Rach, it’s a no-brainer. Four lesbo’s decided to open an RV park. End of story." she shot back. "You never used to be this cynical" Rachel said in measured voice. "Yeah and you never use to take it upon yourself to decide where we would spend our vacation" pouted Dory. "I'm going to go for a walk" she stalked out the door and down the steps. For emphasis, she slammed the door with enough force to shake the camper. "Well Dory, you got me there" Rachel said to the empty trailer. Rachel looked around at the new and unfamiliar surroundings. The trailer was top of the line. It had always been her practice to buy quality. Many long hours had gone into researching and comparing the different makes and models. She knew the specs and prominent features and could probably recite them in her sleep. It had been a bold step for her to buy it without first talking it over with Dory. And if the truth be told, it was for that very reason that Dory was so resentful of this venture. It was usually Dory who planned the big expenses, like houses and new cars. It was Rachel's job to provide the financing and the credit line. Rachel winced when she thought of the big rambling house that they had called home for the last four years. It had never been her style, but because of her job and work demands, she had let Dory completely decorate it in modern chrome and stainless steel. Rachel's taste were simple, she loved antiques and rustic country decor. But what Dory wanted, Dory got. Rachel had indulged her every whim from the very beginning of their relationship. A mistake that she had begun to regret more than once. At first, it had been fun to watch Dory take off like a kid in a candy store. But the tantrums that followed when Rachel wanted to make changes or disagree with style choices were not fun. It was because she was young, Rachel had told herself too many times to excuse away Dory's self-centeredness. It was because Dory never had the opportunities that she had enjoyed growing up was another popular excuse that had begun to wear thin. What Rachel did not want to face was the truth that the young woman she thought had fallen in love with had become someone that she no longer knew. Nor did she want to admit that the age difference of almost ten years had become a major part of the wall that now separated them. Rachel caught a glimpse of her reflection in the darkening glass of the camper's window. She had never really been a woman who doted on her looks or obsessed with her body. She had been blessed with thick auburn hair thanks to her mother's Irish heritage and dark Italian coloring from her father's ancestry. The combination was unusual and complementary and turned the head of both males and females. She shied away from heavy makeup, preferring a more natural look that was easy to manage on her tight time table. Although now almost thirty-eight, it was not uncommon for people to tell her that she looked to be in her late twenties. But tonight she could see each of those years etched in the reflected features. With a sigh she looked away from the window and slowly began the process of picking up the mess that Dory had left. This was her fate for now. The events that had set in motion this abrupt holiday were still raw and fresh in Rachel’s mind. Dory was oblivious, as usual, to any of the circumstances of Rachel’s work. Just as long as Rachel remained the bottomless ATM machine; that was what really seem to matter in their relationship. Rachel shook her head and faced the thankless chores at hand. Putting some kind of order in this place so that she and Dory could get some sleep was the first priority. She knew that any attempt at romance tonight would be met with a spiteful rejection. But Dory could turn on a dime, pissed off one moment and then lustfully hot the next. That was one advantage of her youth: a voracious appetite, as long as it suited Dory’s needs. But Rachel handled everything in her world, by putting things in order. This trip was more than just a step off the ordered path of her life. This was a total free fall for her…….and not a parachute to be found……… Click On The River For Chapter Six © Labinky Park All Rights Reserved |
Chapter 5
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