The Case Of The Good-For-Nothing Girlfriend. Mabel Maney

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      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!

       CHAPTER 15

       A Cunning Career Gal

      “There. That’s the last one.” Midge wedged a large, black rock with a glassy surface and jagged, sharp edges, into the trunk. Although the trunk of the 1959 Chrysler was deep and wide, it had taken some doing to squeeze in all their luggage and Lauren’s entire rock collection. “Good thing we don’t have a spare tire; we’d have no place to put it,” Midge joked. “Golly, Lauren, how the heck did you fit these in here the first time?”

      But the girl wasn’t listening. She was busy fretting over her rocks. “I know there’s one missing,” she said. “I don’t see my sample of cobaltite anywhere! One, two, three—”

      Midge snapped the trunk shut and locked it. She pocketed the keys. “Lauren, you have dozens of rocks in there. What on earth is your mother going to say when you come home with all of these?”

      “My mother has a rock garden,” Lauren explained.

      “I thought you said you live in a high-rise apartment in downtown San Francisco,” Midge quizzed her.

      A funny look came over Lauren’s face. She thrust her hands into the deep pockets of her worn, dirty overalls and stalked away.

      “What did I say?” Midge turned to Velma. “What’s up with her, anyway?”

      “She was really embarrassed earlier, Midge,” Velma said. “I’ll go after her. You stay with the car.”

      “No, СКАЧАТЬ