Petey was whipped when she reached her camper. It had been a long ordeal with Jess and Terri and Petey instinctively knew that it was far from over with the Therapist. Petey was just relieved to be back at the Park. She wanted a hot shower, some clean clothes and a quick nap to recharge. The camper was a welcomed sight to her weary eyes and she forced herself to walk up the small deck and inside to her abode. She stumbled out of her boots, fumbled at the buttons on her shirt then gave up and pulled the shirt up over her head; next were the pants and she headed to the shower. The water was hot and pelted her body, relieving the taut tension of each muscle. Careful to remember the 6-minute rule; Petey soaped, rinsed and stepped out of the shower cubicle well before the water started to cool. She grabbed a towel from towel rack and dried herself off thoroughly before she wrapped the towel around her body. After a few short steps she was in the bedroom and stripped down the bed. In a flash, she shed the towel and crawled naked between the sheets. Damn she was tired. With the alarm clock set to wake her in two hours, Petey snuggled down under the covers and heaved a weary sigh. Her last thought was of Rachel. She whispered her name only once then she spun away to her dreams. ********************************************************************************************************************* The clouds opened up and let loose a downpour that caught Petey off guard as she drove the Mule through the park. It was a freak thunderstorm, nothing out of the ordinary for the river life. Petey pointed the Mule at the nearest bathhouse to wait out the chilly shower. She made a mad dash to the doorway unaware that someone had been watching her every move from inside the building. Just before the heavens opened up and sent down a deluge, Petey tucked herself inside the doorway in the nick of time. “Damn! Mother Nature sure must be pissed!” she exclaimed to what she thought was an empty building. “Well….well….well…looks like another puss has strayed in from the rain.” The shadowed figure laughed. “Ahh…company!” Petey had gone from just slightly pissed to professional in a micro second. With a flick of her wrist, Petey hit the light switch and the semi-dark corners soon exposed her guest. With clenched teeth and a forced smile Petey nodded to the bundled up Dory who stood next to a shower stall. “If you want to bathe, all you gotta do is go right outside!” Petey smiled graciously. “Looks like one of us already has….” Dory eyed the rigid nipples that pressed against the wet tank top that Petey wore. “One of the hazards of duty…” Petey smiled ruefully. Petey looked around the bath house half expecting to see Rachel also. “She’s not here….back in the camper….snug as a bug I bet.” Dory walked over until she was in front of Petey. Like an inspector, she looked Petey up and down…from every angle conceivable. Petey felt Dory’s eyes as they undressed her. Petey knew this game and shrugged her shoulders in dismissal and turned her attention back to the weather outside. Petey needed a break in the rain to get to the office, but Mother Nature was not about to cooperate. “You know…” Dory purred. “I bet she would do a threesome if you were involved.” Petey snapped her head around and looked at Dory through narrowed eyes. “Just how long did it take for that little gem to form itself and how drunk were you when you dreamed it up?” “Not to worry dear…dear…Petey. I just merely observed the two of you together. Rachel may be oblivious to it…but I can see you want her. You want her bad!” Petey did a double-check of her emotions. It would not bode well if she lost any sense of control to Dory. “And you must not want her at all….” Petey said with a measured look. “Of course I want her….I also want to experience a threesome with her…but she is reluctant….but I know she would change her tune in a hurry if she thought you were going to be involved.” “Well…I hate to bust your bubble…Dory! But that lil scenario is not gonna play with me. I am not some toy prop of yours and there is no way in hell that I am going to do anything that makes Rachel uncomfortable." Petey dismissed the younger woman. Dory smiled that insincere smirk of hers, pursed her lips together and kissed the air between her a Petey. “Too bad…I know your secret superwoman, I know your kryptonite. It’s Rachel! Tell me Petey…. do you have wet dreams about her?” Petey cocked her head sideways and walked toward Dory causing Dory to back up into a shower unit. Petey placed an arm on either side of Dory so that there was no escape. Petey moved her head closer and closer. Dory waited for inevitable, a kiss from Petey. Dory closed her eyes as Petey lowered her head and whispered softly in Dory’s ear. “Have a wet dream on me….” With catlike movements, Petey turned the cold water of the shower on and gracefully retreated from the cold spray. Dory sputtered and splashed as she tried to turn around to shut off the water. By the time she had shut down the faucet and made her way out of the shower stall, Petey was out the door and in the Mule. Petey have a full on salute to the wet bedraggled figure in the doorway and headed toward the office. The rain might have let up a bit, but Hurricane Dory was still on the loose! The loud shriek of the alarm clock brought Petey back to the land of the living. She stretched underneath the covers and smiled as she recalled the gist of her dream. “Damn….a whole new meaning to the term….wet dream!” She chuckled to herself as she climbed out of bed. To Be Continued..... 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Chapter 77
