Ladies of Liberty

Chapter 6

“Seth.”

“Yes, my darling.”

“Do you like it here?” The honeymooning couple having returned from town, took a quick shower together and decided to have a nap before deciding on dinner. Jennifer was comfortably ensconced in her husband’s arms.

“I love it here,” Seth replied giving her a little squeeze.

Jennifer giggled like a schoolgirl. “No, silly, I mean here, in Aruba.”

“Yes, I like it here very much. It’s warm, no humidity to speak of, the people are friendly and I don’t have to worry about an exchange rate. I’d come back here again. Why do you ask?”

“What would you say to a time share?”

“You mean us, buying a time share here?”

“No, Toronto. Of course here. We can vacation here anytime we wish and rent it out. It’s a wonderful investment. Don’t you like the idea?”

“I love the idea.”

“Then why the perplexed look?” Jennifer asked as she turned in Seth’s arms to see his face.

“The thought never occurred to me to go off and vacation somewhere.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Sweetheart, I’ve been alone for a very long time. Going on a vacation has always meant taking a few days off to work on my apartment or something like that. Other than our trips to Edna’s Treasures, I haven’t really been away from home or office.”

“But you’re not opposed to it?”

“Not at all. I guess I had no one special in my life to share it with.”

“I hope that’s changed.”

“You know it has. Now this is going to sound like a silly question but who would we rent the time share to? I really don’t like the thought of strangers staying in our bed.”

“Seth, honey, you just married a woman who happens to have hundreds in her extended family. I think we can find someone to take advantage of it. Maybe even Sharon and Owen Brenner might want to rent from us,” Jennifer chuckled.

“Okay, you’ve convinced me. So what do we do first?”

“First, we continue our nap then we shower...”

“Again.”

“Again,” Jennifer laughed. “And then we go have dinner. We’ll have to wait for Monday to conduct any business down here.”

“Monday is soon enough for me,” Seth murmured as he rolled himself atop Jennifer. He marveled at how well their bodies seemed to fit together. His wife was a willing and generous lover. “I love you, Mrs. Harris.”

“I love you, Mr. Harris.”

 

*****
 

“Oh my fucking god!” Emmett screamed as he was tackled as soon as he entered the apartment he shared with Drew. As soon as the door was closed Drew had Emmett pinned up against it. He thoroughly kissed his lover, rutting his hard body and hard cock against Emmett. “Mr. Boyd,” Emmett panted, “whatever do you mean to do with me?”

“I mean to fuck you into unconsciousness,” Drew growled into Emmett’s ear as he turned the man around to face the door. Emmett’s ass twitched in anticipation. Sometimes it paid off being a nelly bottom queen.

“Then my ass is yours,” Emmett drawled low and sultry. Drew was quick with the preliminaries and in moments he was balls deep within Emmett. “Oh my fucking god!” was the last coherent thought Emmett had for the rest of the evening.

 

*****
 

“Hey, Mol, how long you been sitting out here?” Justin asked. Molly had taken Taylor outside into the garden. They strolled quietly then took the path toward the stream. The current was still very strong from winter melt-off and the stream bank was rather swollen with water, however, the path to the big rock was clear. Molly was sitting on it holding her baby.

“Not sure. Does Owen need me?”

“No, we were just wondering where you got to.”

“It’s so peaceful out here,” Molly said wistfully. “I understand why you all love it.”

“Molly, are you okay?” Justin had never seen his sister quite like this.

“I’m fine, really,” Molly reassured her brother. “You’ve helped me and Taylor so much. I don’t know how to repay you.”

“Repay me? Molly, you’re my sister, I love you. I’d do anything for you. I know I haven’t always been the best brother...”

“That was so long ago and I’m so over it. You are the best older brother a little sister could ever ask for. Even if you are a pain in the ass.” Brother and sister laughed.

“The baby still asleep?” Justin asked as he peered down into the receiving blanket.

“Yes, still sleeping and very happy too. I owe it all to you, Claire and that wonderful man of yours, and if you ever tell him I said that I will sic Debbie on you.”

“My lips are sealed, I promise.”

“Jus, what’s it like?” Molly asked softly.

“What’s what like?”

“Being loved by Brian.”

“Physically or emotionally?”

“Either one, both.”

“He makes me feel safe, like there’s nothing in this world that I can’t do when he’s around. He accepts me just as I am and he helps me to grow. You know how much he supports my art.” Molly nodded; she did indeed know. “And physically, he completes me. I can’t explain it anymore than that. You’re not a gay man so whatever I say won’t make sense to you. But when we fuck or make love it’s like we’re whole. I never want to be disconnected from him.”

“Does he let you, you know?” Molly asked. Her face heated up and turned a bright shade of red. Justin’s face turned a similar color.

“Yeah, he does and a lot more than anyone knows about,” Justin whispered. “And if you tell anyone I’ll sic Debbie and Mom on you.”

“What’s that like?”

“Heaven,” Justin replied. Before Molly could ask any more questions the sky began to darken and the wind picked up. “Molly, a thunderstorm is coming. We need to get back to the cottage.”

Justin took Taylor so that Molly could get down off the rock easier. They quickly walked back to the cottage.

 

*****
 

“Wow, where did this storm pop up from?” Molly asked. The family turned their collective heads toward John.

It was dinnertime and the storm was still raging on outside. The wind had died down but it was still teeming. And every once in a while they heard a clap of thunder.

“Don’t look at me,” John grumbled. “I didn’t make it rain.”

“No, but you usually know when it’s going to rain,” Brian said matter-of-factly.

“And he did,” Bobby said sticking up for his spouse. John smiled. “He said, ‘Ooo, I think it’s going to rain,’ as a rain drop hit him in his eye.” The family laughed.

“Har, har. Laugh it up, people. At least I do better than the weatherman,” John stated.

“Yes, you do Unca John. You always know when the bad weather’s coming.” Bree defended her beloved uncle.

“Thank you, Princess. I knew you loved me.” John pouted.

“Awwww,” the family said collectively.

“Cretins. Just you wait until the next storm. Maybe I won’t warn you. In the meantime, who’s for dessert?” All hands were up. “Good, you all can sort it out then,” John dismissed them all as his family groaned. Bobby, Brian and Justin got up to clear the table then sort out dessert as ordered. Owen helped the little ones who were going to have cookies and watch a little TV.

“Well, little lady,” John addressed Molly, “how are you and the baby getting along?”

“Fine. So much better now. I can’t thank you or Claire or all of you enough. It’s like night and day. Sometimes, I...”

“What is it?”

“John, do you think...if I asked Brian...oh, I...fuck!”

John looked at Molly who was trying to spit out whatever was on her mind but it wasn’t getting out. “Molly, you like it out here, don’t you?” John had a clue.

“Yes, I do. I love living in the city, but right now I wish I had some place like this to come to.”

“Even when it storms?”

“Especially when it storms.”

“And Owen?”

“What about him?”

“Have you discussed this with him? Does he know how you feel?”

“No, I’ve only just discovered it myself.”

“Then this is what I propose. You talk to your husband and I’ll talk to my brother. I’m sure we can arrive at an agreement.” At that point Molly jumped up from her seat to give John a big hug.

“I love you Kinney men,” she whispered in John’s ear then kissed his cheek. Just then Taylor woke up and demanded attention. Molly went to take care of her baby.

“What was that all about, brother dearest?” Brian asked as he came into the porch laden with cake and pie. He had caught the hug.

“I think we may get some new neighbors,” John said as he dipped his pinky into the cake’s icing for a taste. Brian said nothing but cocked his head and arched a brow.

 

*****
 

“Oh my, you are so masterful,” Emmett purred. He was currently bent over the back of their sofa, deliciously being plowed by his lover.

“You inspire me,” Drew grunted as he playfully smacked Emmett’s ass.

“I aim to please,” Emmett shrieked as Drew’s cock raked over his prostate.

“My aim is pretty pleasing too,” Drew crowed as he hit Emmett’s sweet spot time and time again. Emmett saw stars as he passed out.

 

*****
 

“Where the hell is this place?” Carl griped.

“On the outskirts of Topeka is all I know,” Debbie replied.

“Couldn’t you have gotten a map?”

“If you would stop someplace we could ask,” Debbie retorted.

“I thought you knew where we were going.”

“I sort of do.”

Carl snorted. “Sure doesn’t seem like it.”

“Pull into that fucking gas station up ahead,” Debbie ordered.

Carl let out a long breath and drove the Winnebago into the Shell station that Debbie indicated. He decided he might as well fill it up, since they always seemed to need gas. “Go ask for directions and I’ll fill this behemoth,” Carl stated.

Debbie got out of the vehicle and walked into the building. After a brief talk with a couple of people inside she returned with a smile.

“So where is this thing?” Carl asked as he put his credit card away and got back in the Winnebago.

“Less than ten miles,” Debbie said smugly.

“Okay.”

“Turn right and keep going the direction we were going.”

Carl did as directed. Soon they pulled into a long lane that led to what looked like a farmhouse. “We’re here,” Carl said as he pulled the RV to the side of the lane and turned off the engine. “Wherever this may be.”

As they climbed out of the RV, the door of the house opened and a man came walking over to them. “Howdy, folks,” he said.

“Good afternoon,” Debbie said sizing up the man.

“Come to see Truckhenge?” he asked.

“Yes, are you the one who built it?”

“I am. My name’s Ron Lessman and it was my idea to build Truckhenge. If you’ll follow me, I’ll take you out to the structure.”

“How did you decide to build it?” Carl asked as they walked along.

“It’s kind of a long story, but I’ll give you the short version. It’s based on Carhenge over in Nebraska, which of course, is based on Stonehenge across the pond.” Carl and Debbie nodded. “I never thought about building no such thing until the local government got on my case about removing some of the old vehicles I had on the property. They seemed to want to thwart whatever I tried to do.”

“So you stuck it to them good,” Debbie said with an admiring glint in her eye. She loved people who stood up to authority and could make something out of nothing.

“I guess some people would say that’s what I did, but I never intended to do that … at first. I just wanted them to leave me alone. After the floods many years ago, our farm was ruined and we had to do something to survive. I started a fishing business on the property and then the county told me I couldn’t have my old buses and cars on the site. I had to ‘pick up’ my trucks. So I picked them up and buried them nose down,” Ron chuckled.

“How are they anchored?” Carl asked as they walked along the line of megaliths created by the derelict trucks and buses.

“There’s several tons of concrete inside each vehicle,” Ron explained.

“I love the slogans,” Debbie laughed, as she scanned the various words painted on the vehicles. She read several of the slogans aloud: Rise Up, Freedum Isn't Lost, Truth

“I believe in personal freedom,” Ron said. “They tried to threaten me and fine me, but no government is telling me what to do.”

“Did the county back off?” Carl asked.

“Finally … my Truckhenge caught the fancy of the Shawnee County Preservation Association, which awarded me a Kaw Region Art Park marker in 2006. That gave me some repectablility,” Ron laughed. “Like I want their approval.”

“Good for you,” Debbie said. “I read about your project in one of the local tourist brochures. I just had to come see it.”

“Well, thank you very much for coming to visit,” Ron said. “Feel free to wander through the vehicles, and don’t forget to stop by the beer bottle tree over there,” Ron pointed. “If the winds right, it hums.”

“I like it,” Debbie said with a big smile. She headed over to have a closer look at the tree.

“That’s quite a woman you’ve got there,” Ron said to Carl.

“She’s a force to be reckoned with.”

“Her idea to come here?”

“Yeah,” Carl said. “She’s a fighter. She stands up for what she believes in.”

“I can identify with that,” Ron responded. “You’re a lucky man.”

“I surely am.”

“Have a good trip wherever the road may take you,” Ron said sincerely.

“Thanks,” Carl replied. “I’m sure we will. Don’t you charge for people looking at your Henge?”

“There’s a donation box out near where you parked. Contribute something if you want to.”

“We will,” Carl said as he shook Ron’s hand before going to join Debbie.

Some time later Carl and Debbie were back in the Winnebago heading towards an RV campground that wasn’t too far away. They had both found their latest stop very interesting.

“I enjoyed seeing Truckhenge,” Debbie said thoughtfully.

“I have to say I did too,” Carl agreed with a smile.

“Maybe we could get Brian to let us make one of these out near Edna’s Treasures,” Debbie laughed.

“Brian would have apoplexy if you suggested any such thing.”

“I know, but I think seeing his reaction would be worth the price of admission.”

“You might be right about that,” Carl laughed. “His queen outs are legendary.” The two shared a hearty laugh at Brian’s expense as they continued their journey.
 

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