Meg drove up to the guard shack late Sunday afternoon. She handed the security guard her park ID and waited patiently for the uniformed female to take down her truck tag number and add it to the list. The line at the exit side of the security center was its usual congested self for a Sunday. The weekender's were heading home. Meg smiled to herself; she loved to come to the park after the weekend. It was quiet and relaxing after a hard weekend of parties and get-togethers. She looked in the rear-view mirror, hoping that Kelly was right behind her. But there was not sign of the SUV. The guard waived her on and Meg drove down the road and headed to the trailer that she shared with Kelly. Every time she drove up the little stoned in area where they parked, her spirit would start to lighten. This was the place where she came to regenerate. Max, her 5 year old Pug barked with excitement and wagged his curled up tail. He knew where he was and just like Meg, he was glad to get to the river. Meg opened the truck door and Max hopped out and headed up to the deck and waited expectantly for Meg to follow. After all, he was king of this little camp and the king wanted to enter his domain. Meg laughed as she fished the keys out of her pocket and juggled some bags that she was carrying. "Ok…geeze…you know…if you could help to carry the bags, we could get inside a lot quicker." Meg giggled. The dog looked up at her as if he understood her dilemma and waited patiently while she got the door unlocked. Once in, Max jumped up on the queen size bed and made himself at home. Meg put the bags down on the floor and began her ritual of opening up the camper. First, crack open all the windows. Turn on the exhaust fan in the bathroom to get the stale air out and the fresh air circulating again. She had been over earlier in the week and put fresh linen on the bed and stocked the pantry and fridge. She double-checked the pilot light on the stove, the gray water level and the fresh water level. Everything seem to be fine. After unloading the bags and putting away the fresh groceries she went and lay across the bed and snuggled with Max. "Well boy, we are finally here!" she said to her little four-footed companion. Max gave her his signature puppy kisses in acknowledgement of a job well done in getting them both to the river safely. He stretched out and allowed himself the luxury of a puppy massage. "You are so spoiled!" Meg admitted wryly as she gently gave the dog a rubdown. Meg got up from the bed, not an easy feat for the condition she was in. She walked out onto the deck with Max right behind her and uncovered the swing and waited for Kelly to show up. From where their trailer was located you could look down through the trees and see the river. The late afternoon was starting to cast long shadows around their lot. Meg petted the pug that had jumped up to lay next to her. He was her shadow. Where ever Meg went, Max was right there. Though he weighed in at a mere 12 lbs, he strutted his stuff like he was a 120 pound Rottie. Whenever a stranger came near Meg, he would howl and bark his head off. He was her protector. Her guardian. No one would ever get the chance to mess with his Megan. In the morning after Meg left for work, Kelly would tell her later how Max would hop onto their bed crawl back on to Meg's side of the bed and lay on top of her pillows. He would stay there most of the day. Unless of course he heard the rattle of the potato chip bag, then he would be all over Kelly. As long as Kel had food or something to treat him with, he would tolerate her. But the second her heard Megan's car in the driveway, he was at the door and up on two legs begging to be picked up. When Meg sat down, he was on her lap in a flash. That was his kingdom. His territory. His whole demeanor changed the minute she walked through the door. Megan was home. Megan was his. Life was good. Soon the dark blue SUV drove up and beeped its horn. Meg smiled as she watched her partner walk up to the deck. Max barked his "glad to see ya finally made it" bark and jumped off the swing to greet Kelly with his little Michael Jackson moonwalk shuffle. "I swear it cracks me up every time he does that." Kelly laughed as she petted Max. The dog cocked his head, waiting expectantly. And true to form, Kelly pulled out a treat from her jacket pocket and gave it to Max. "The only reason this guy tolerates me is because he knows I have the treats!" Kelly shook her head in exasperation. "Nawww. I think he also knows you are the one that paid for him at the pet shop." Meg smirked as she hugged her partner when she sat next to her on the swing. "Yep, that was a great little sixhundredfiftydollarfleabittenwoodeatingunderwarechewing investment." Kelly said dryly as she scooped Max up in her arms. The dog responded by giving her face a good tongue lashing. Then he barked to be put down and then hopped right back up on Megan's lap and curled up into a ball and huffed. That made both Megan and Kelly laugh. "Did you hit much traffic coming over?" Megan asked as they swayed gently on the swing. "Nope. Just the usual idiots heading home. I just don't understand....ya got these baby dykes driving these Hummers and Escalades and it's like someone injected them with an ungodly dose of Road Rage. I've been flipped the bird so many times on the way over here, that I should have fucking wings by now..." Kelly joked. "They’re young....and dumb.....and full of ....." Megan began to recite. "Shit!" Kelly finished shortly. Megan laughed as she laid her head on Kelly shoulder. "Well we are here now....and they fighting the traffic back to the city. I call that mental revenge." Megan smiled. "How are you feeling?" Kelly looked at the strained and tired face of her partner. "You look beat." "Not too bad. All the meds are packed in the truck though. And the pumps. But the rest of the trailer is ready for us to enjoy. I brought most of our stuff over earlier this week. So we should be good to go. Are you hungry? I have something quick and easy for supper." "No. Not right this minute. I just want to unwind for a bit." Kelly hesitated and cleared her throat. "I saw Nell when I drove in; she was taking some trash up to the dumpster. She wanted to know if we were coming up to the Lodge for the Sunday get-together. I told her we would be there." Megan bit her lip. She didn't really want to go. It meant being out in public. That was never easy for her. But she knew that Kelly enjoyed being with the girls. There were too many times that social engagements were passed up because of Megan's condition. Kelly could feel her partner’s tension. "Baby you are beautiful." She always said it with such love and conviction. In Kelly's mind and heart it was a fact. Pure and simple. It was Megan who could see people's reaction when they walked into a room. First it was one of disbelief, then people would point, whisper behind their hands. She heard the comments and tried to pretend that she didn't. But when you weigh about three hundred and fifty pounds, you sorta stand out in a crowd. People assume that you overeat; they assume that you are unmotivated. That you are a pig. She had heard every slur that one can hurl a human in her condition. But then when people looked at Kelly and see her so steadfast and proud beside her it caused some consternation aplenty, not only was Megan obese, they were a lesbian couple to boot. Kelly was adamant in her love for Meg. She faced the looks and the whispered comments and outright digs with defiance. On many occasions when they had gone out to shop, or to a movie and someone would make a rude remark, it was Kelly who was ready to fight. "How fucking dare you!" she had gotten into more than one person's face after catching a disparaging slur made a Meg's expense. "You don't know her! You have no idea what she has to go through every fucking day because of ignorant fucks like you and your small minded discrimination! You think that because she is the size she is that you assume she overeats. I eat more than she does! What she has is a disease you dumbass! And about 20 years of being misdiagnosed by the so-called fucking medical profession." It was Meg who would pull Kelly away from the confrontations, which is why she avoided going out in public whenever possible. That's what made the river so great. Meg felt like she could disappear here. She felt normal. Most of the time, they puttered around their lot, Meg was big into bird watching and Kelly was the landscaper. They had a little studio where they worked on painting and woodworking. This was their refuge. The fact that they were among sister lesbians made it feel a little safer than in their normal work and home life. One would think that Meg would find acceptance here in this community. But even here, Meg was self conscious. It was tough to tear down the walls that years of verbal abuse had built. Meg picked up the pug and hugged him. “Max, your mommies are going out tonight.” The pug just huffed as if he knew that he was going to be left behind. And he was right. Click On The River To Continue To Chapter 46 Labinky Park 2008 Labinky Park Enterprises 2008 Check Out River's Designs! If you take a Pic using any of our Products we will host you on the site for the World to See! Just submit pics to www.labinky@labinkypark.com Favorite Links OURCHART AFTERELLEN Writer's Blog Sign The Guest Book See The Slide Show See The Labinky Park Painting Come To Life By D. Stone |
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