Three Word Wednesday - The Gravel Pits-Part 3

Three Word Wednesday - The Gravel Pits-Part 3

Liberated, adjective: (Of a person) showing freedom from social conventions or traditional ideas, esp. with regard to sexual roles; (of a place or people) freed from imprisonment, slavery, or enemy occupation.

Muddy, adjective: Covered in or full of mud; (of a color) dull and dirty-looking; (of a sound, esp. in music) not clearly defined; confused, vague, or illogical; verb: Cause to become covered in or full of mud; make (something) hard to perceive or understand.

Vicious,  adjective: Deliberately cruel or violent; (of an animal) wild and dangerous to people; serious or dangerous.

     This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. 

                                               The Gravel Pits-Part 3

   Aunt Frieda had agreed to let her stay the night at Terri’s, Kathleen’s plan was set. Terri had covered and said they were going to her house now, when really Kathleen would now meet Tommy at the library. She hoped he liked her mini dress and go-go boots. The boots had been her mother’s one thing she kept as a memory. Kathleen had snuck them out of the back of Great-aunt Frieda’s front closet. She felt so liberated, even if a little guilt snuck in now and then.

Tommy arrived a few minutes after Kathleen got to the library.

  “You look fabulous,” he cried.

  Kathleen blushed but was pleased.

  “We need to boot it so we get a bite to eat before the concert,” Tommy cried.

  “Dinner too?”

  “Yah, just pizza.”

  “I’ve never had pizza.”

  “There’s this really good place called Bondi’s on Wharncliffe Road, we’ll get a pie there and take it to the parking lot of the concert, eat and then go in,” Tommy explained.

     Kathleen was thrilled. Kathleen had never had pizza but it sounded exotic and delicious. It seemed it was some kind of Italian dish, tomato sauce and cheese on a bread circle they baked in an oven. Dinner and a concert it was so romantic.

The pizza delicious and the concert amazing everything that Kathleen had imagined. Kathleen looked at her watch and realized that it was really late. It was almost midnight and they were two of the last people to come out of the venue. The parking lot which had once been filled with cars looked deserted. Their wasn’t even a moon tonight, so it was if inky blackness touched from the sky to the muddy ground. If it wasn’t for the bright lights at the parking lot, they would never have found Tommy’s car back in the far west corner. She hoped she could sneak into the White’s quietly so she could spend the night. Terri said she’d leave her window open and Kathleen could climb up the trestle and into Terri’s bedroom. Kathleen took a peek at her watch again. If they left now she could be home to Terri’s just after one a.m.

  “I see you checking your watch, Kathleen, so it’s late already. We should just take some time for necking before we head back. Almost all the cars are gone no one will see us,” Tommy claimed.

    Kathleen really did like Tommy and necking sounded fun. Kathleen hadn’t even had her first real kiss and now Tommy would be her first kiss. Could this night get any better?

    Tommy leaned over and kissed Kathleen deeply and the kiss seemed to go on and on. The next thing Kathleen realized Tommy pulled up her dress and pulled down her panties. She slapped his hand and when that didn’t work kicked out at his privates.

  “You bitch. You had pizza and a concert. This cost me a shitload of money. You better put out baby.”

  “Put out?” Kathleen said shocked.

 “Are you that stupid, or just a tease?”

 “I’m not a tease,” Kathleen screamed, “You’re a pig, Tommy Gunderson!” kicking him again for good measure.

 “See how you like walking home to Delaware,” Tommy shouted back viciously opening the car door and shoving Kathleen out. Then Tommy gunned the engine and drove away.

    Kathleen stood there shocked and angry. How could she get home now? Even if she could get downtown the last Greyhound bus left five minutes ago and it was so dark and scary. Why had she agreed to go with Tommy and lie to Great- Aunt Frieda? She then she heard a car drive up and she was suddenly terrified.

  “Well hello,” the man in the car said to her out the window.

   Kathleen leaned over and looked closely it was the man from the Sulphur Springs. Kathleen smiled much relieved.

  “Did you get stranded? Would you like a ride home?” he asked opening the passenger side door.

  Kathleen breathed a sigh of relief and went around the car to get in.

To be continued

©Sheilagh Lee  August 6, 2014