“We’ll stay behind and find Lauren,” Midge and Velma volunteered.
“Thanks, Midge and Velma,” Cherry said. She was touched that her friends had offered to stay behind in the hot, dusty place. “Even though I’m sure they’d rather take a brisk walk to town, they know that Nancy and I want to be alone.”
Before the girls began their walk into town, they changed into comfortable walking shoes. Cherry donned a pair of stylish penny loafers. Nancy chose a pair of leather-soled ballerina slippers. But there was one problem!
“These shoes don’t go with my outfit!” Cherry wailed, looking ruefully at her flared skirt and soft blouse, which was just right for a long car ride, but entirely too fussy for a casual stroll. Nancy saved the day by pulling a matching red and white gingham skirt and blouse ensemble with a wide white belt from her suitcase.
Cherry ran behind a bush to change her costume, and minutes later she and Nancy were ready for their walk to town.
“According to our map, there’s a town called Dust Bin two miles east,” Nancy reported.
“Sounds romantic,” Cherry thought dreamily. “We’ll be back in approximately one hour,” she waved good-bye. As soon as the couple was out of sight, Midge pulled Velma close.
“We’re finally alone,” Midge murmured happily, nuzzling Velma’s neck while stroking her soft dark hair. “I finally get you all to myself.”
Velma blushed. “I thought we were supposed to be looking for Lauren,” she murmured as Midge pulled her toward the car.
“Oh, yeah,” Midge said, all flustered. “I forgot. Stay here,” she said. “I’ll be right back.” Within minutes, Midge had located their young chum. She was not at all surprised to find Lauren standing in the middle of a quarry. And in her hands was a large rock.
“I found a cool rock with a fossil of a crustacean in it!” Lauren called up in delight. “It’s really keen down here—you guys should join me!”
Midge smiled. “Nancy and Cherry went to town to get help. Don’t wander too far off. They’ll be back in an hour,” she called out.
Lauren flashed Midge the okay sign. Midge, convinced that her motherly duty was done, raced back to the car … and to Velma!
She was delighted to see that Velma had assured them some privacy by putting up the top of the convertible and was now stretched out languidly on the wide, soft white leather back seat, using Nancy’s plaid stadium blanket as a pillow.
“This is a great car, don’t you think?” Midge grinned as she kicked off her penny loafers and climbed into the wide back seat. “It’s costly to repair, but, boy oh boy, the back seat sure is big!” She slid one hand under Velma’s snug shell top. “Gosh, Velma, the last few days have been torture!”
“You don’t have to tell me,” Velma replied huskily, hiking up her skirt and slip so she could wrap her legs around Midge’s hips. She ran her hands down the front of Midge’s white, short-sleeved Orlon shirt.
“Oops, there goes a button,” Velma giggled as she wrenched it open. She moaned softly. “You know I can’t stand to go more than a few days without you,” Velma sighed.
Midge pushed up Velma’s top to reveal voluptuous round breasts spilling over the top of her bra.
“Being kidnapped by that evil priest during our last adventure was bad enough, but a whole three days went by without, well …” Velma blushed prettily. “It’s just that every time I’m around you, or even just think of you—” She took Midge’s hand, and slipped it in her panties.
“Cherry was right. I am going to have to burn these pants!” Midge groaned happily.
“Oh, Midge,” Velma breathed.
“Oh, Velma,” Midge groaned.
“Oh—Lauren!” Velma suddenly hollered.
“What?” Midge cried, recoiling as if she had been slapped. She jumped up, hitting her head on the car roof.
Velma turned bright red. “I saw Lauren at the window,” she hurriedly explained. By the time the girls had straightened themselves and tumbled out of the car, Lauren was gone. “Are you sure you saw Lauren at the window?” Midge cried.
“Here’s proof she was here!” Velma cried, pointing to a large gray rock right outside the car door.
“Velma, we’re in Wyoming. There are rocks everywhere,” Midge insisted angrily. But when she took a closer look at the rock, she saw it looked just like the one Lauren had had in the quarry. “That darn Lauren was peeking through the window at us!” she fumed aloud.
“No, I wasn’t,” Lauren declared from her perch on a nearby boulder. She looked like she had been crying! “I was just going to show you my rock, that’s all,” Lauren gulped. “I didn’t see anything, honest.”
Midge blushed. Although she was upset by the turn of events, she wasn’t nearly as upset as she had been a moment ago when she had heard Velma call out another girl’s name!
“Oh, sweetie, don’t cry,” Velma begged as she ran over to the young girl.
“Are you mad at me?” Lauren asked in a quivering voice.
“I could never be mad at you, Lauren,” Velma assured her. She hugged the girl to her soft bosom and kissed her on the forehead. Lauren beamed. “Let’s put all these rocks back in the trunk before the tow truck gets here,” Velma suggested.
Although she would rather have left the cumbersome rocks behind, Midge kept her mouth shut. The truth was, Midge would do just about anything to keep in Velma’s good graces. The gang at the Miraloma Club back home, where Midge and Velma socialized every Friday night, often teased her about her devotion to her girl, but Midge just laughed it off. “The way some of our gang change partners, you’d think we were at a square dance,” Midge often quipped.
She and Velma had known they were destined to be together always since the first day they laid eyes on each other at the women’s penitentiary. Not that they hadn’t had their fights! Midge could remember many a time in the early days when she’d been thrown out of bed and forced to sleep on the stiff, white vinyl sectional sofa.
“But all the bad times are behind us now,” Midge thought with relief.
“Let me do that!” she cried when she saw Velma bending to pick up a rock. If she remembered correctly, some of Lauren’s rocks were pretty heavy, and she didn’t want Velma hurting herself!
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