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to feel the tracing. Then Marian soaped her neck and chest. Pulling a leg over the side of the tub, she scrubbed Lizette’s toes with a brush, clipped her nails, lifted her leg back over the side and lowered it into the water, signaled for the other foot.
Tugging Lizette to her feet, she soaped her shins and calves, scrubbed around her knees with a loofah. Lizette spread her thighs and Marian slipped a handful of lather between her legs, lightly tickling her clit, small and tight. Lizette let out a soft “um” and opened a little wider for the caress, relaxing her knees, lowering into the comforting touch, languorously extending her arms above her head, sliding her hands down her chest to roll her nipples in her fingertips.
“Good,” Lizette murmured. The kitchen door slammed and startled her.
Marian helped her sit down in the water before going to see who’d come into the house.
“Hey! Marian? Where the hell are you?”
Greg banged the refrigerator door, followed it up with the hissing sound of a beer bottle popping open.
“What’s up?” he said as she entered the kitchen. “You on the can?”
“No,” she whispered, sitting down at the table. Greg joined her. “Lizette’s here. I was helping her get a bath. Getting her to relax, open up. She’s in pretty bad shape. Just got out of Westside. She needs sleep.”
“The loony bin, again?” He belched, took another swig. “Chick’s a tripper, man. Can’t you get rid of her? I hate head cases.”
“Lizette’s my friend, she’s part of me,” Marian said firmly. “She needs soothing.”
“Look, the Dogs already kicked her sorry ass out, at least twice. Sandy, too … Shit.”
He got up and went to the stove. “What’s in the pot? Smells pretty good.”
“How long are you off?” Marian said as she got up, elbowed him away from the pot, filled a bowl and set it on the table. “I thought you were working on the tugs with Rocket.”
“I’m working on the Sally B . Rocket’s on the Sea Wolf .” He took a swig of beer, rotated the bottle to read the label. “I’m off for a couple of days.”
He took a spoonful of lentils, leaned back, “Rocket’s comin’ up when he gets off. He has some business with Cadillac Carl at the Dog House, but he’ll be up after that, probably tomorrow or the next day. Barge they were towing got wedged in the Ballard Locks this morning. Slowed ’em down. He’ll be awhile. But, I doubt he’s gonna be glad to see the Lizard when he gets here.”
“Did he have a thing with Lizette?” she said, alarmed, thinking about the scruffy Dogs.
“Naw. They just fooled around once in a while. You know how Rocket is, always taking care of everybody, bringing in stray cats. I heard the Dogs are the ones who threw her out.”
He reached across the table and grabbed Marian’s forearm as it rested on the table, grinned at her, lavished his ice blue eyes on her. “But, you’re not too weird for me. Kinda kinky, which is cool, know what I mean, mamma?” They brushed lips over the table.
Scraping his bowl, licking the back of the spoon, he got up and went to the refrigerator, got another beer. Marian leaned back in her chair and looked at his shape, Thin , she thought, noticed his black hair curling over the collar of his work shirt. Needs a haircut , she thought. He stood in the middle of the room and guzzled. She held herself back from going to him and wrapping him up, warming his bones, feeling him respond. He just needs to clean up , she thought.
“Have another bowl,” she said. “You’re getting skinny.” She got up, patted his boney behind on her way to the sink, pulled down a plastic pitcher and filled it with hot water, measuring a half cup of apple cider vinegar, dumping it in. She headed down the narrow hall to the bathroom.
“How ya doing in here?” she said as she set the pitcher on the bathroom floor, shut the door. Lizette was on her belly, long legs bent, ankles dangling in air, water barely
Tugging Lizette to her feet, she soaped her shins and calves, scrubbed around her knees with a loofah. Lizette spread her thighs and Marian slipped a handful of lather between her legs, lightly tickling her clit, small and tight. Lizette let out a soft “um” and opened a little wider for the caress, relaxing her knees, lowering into the comforting touch, languorously extending her arms above her head, sliding her hands down her chest to roll her nipples in her fingertips.
“Good,” Lizette murmured. The kitchen door slammed and startled her.
Marian helped her sit down in the water before going to see who’d come into the house.
“Hey! Marian? Where the hell are you?”
Greg banged the refrigerator door, followed it up with the hissing sound of a beer bottle popping open.
“What’s up?” he said as she entered the kitchen. “You on the can?”
“No,” she whispered, sitting down at the table. Greg joined her. “Lizette’s here. I was helping her get a bath. Getting her to relax, open up. She’s in pretty bad shape. Just got out of Westside. She needs sleep.”
“The loony bin, again?” He belched, took another swig. “Chick’s a tripper, man. Can’t you get rid of her? I hate head cases.”
“Lizette’s my friend, she’s part of me,” Marian said firmly. “She needs soothing.”
“Look, the Dogs already kicked her sorry ass out, at least twice. Sandy, too … Shit.”
He got up and went to the stove. “What’s in the pot? Smells pretty good.”
“How long are you off?” Marian said as she got up, elbowed him away from the pot, filled a bowl and set it on the table. “I thought you were working on the tugs with Rocket.”
“I’m working on the Sally B . Rocket’s on the Sea Wolf .” He took a swig of beer, rotated the bottle to read the label. “I’m off for a couple of days.”
He took a spoonful of lentils, leaned back, “Rocket’s comin’ up when he gets off. He has some business with Cadillac Carl at the Dog House, but he’ll be up after that, probably tomorrow or the next day. Barge they were towing got wedged in the Ballard Locks this morning. Slowed ’em down. He’ll be awhile. But, I doubt he’s gonna be glad to see the Lizard when he gets here.”
“Did he have a thing with Lizette?” she said, alarmed, thinking about the scruffy Dogs.
“Naw. They just fooled around once in a while. You know how Rocket is, always taking care of everybody, bringing in stray cats. I heard the Dogs are the ones who threw her out.”
He reached across the table and grabbed Marian’s forearm as it rested on the table, grinned at her, lavished his ice blue eyes on her. “But, you’re not too weird for me. Kinda kinky, which is cool, know what I mean, mamma?” They brushed lips over the table.
Scraping his bowl, licking the back of the spoon, he got up and went to the refrigerator, got another beer. Marian leaned back in her chair and looked at his shape, Thin , she thought, noticed his black hair curling over the collar of his work shirt. Needs a haircut , she thought. He stood in the middle of the room and guzzled. She held herself back from going to him and wrapping him up, warming his bones, feeling him respond. He just needs to clean up , she thought.
“Have another bowl,” she said. “You’re getting skinny.” She got up, patted his boney behind on her way to the sink, pulled down a plastic pitcher and filled it with hot water, measuring a half cup of apple cider vinegar, dumping it in. She headed down the narrow hall to the bathroom.
“How ya doing in here?” she said as she set the pitcher on the bathroom floor, shut the door. Lizette was on her belly, long legs bent, ankles dangling in air, water barely
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