“That could be fun,” Robyn grinned as she went to straddle her girlfriend on the couch.
“Oh, yeah?” Joy teased back as she looked in the brunette’s eyes and leaned up for a kiss.
“Oh, yeah…” she agreed.
Their hands began to wander as they resumed what they had started in the car. Each was enjoying the feel of the other as they investigated more ‘interesting’ spots, and began to sneak up under their respective partner’s clothes.
“Robyn, did you…?” Julia began, as she came down the hall.
“Mom! For God’s sake,” Robyn said exasperatedly as she pulled her shirt back down from where Joy had lifted it and simultaneously shifted off her girlfriend’s lap and onto the couch, the plastic making horrible squelching noises.
“What?” she asked, innocently. “Did I interrupt something?”
“Something,” Robyn murmured as she got up off the noisy couch and caught Joy’s unrepentant grin, nearly laughing despite her annoyance. “Did you need something? I thought you were going to bed?”
“I was?” she asked, confused and looked around as though she had lost something. “I don’t remember,” she said as her hand came up to her forehead in her confusion.
“It’s all right, Mom. I’ll help you back to your room,” Robyn said gently as she walked across the living room to escort her.
“Did you know Callie got a job?” Julia asked her.
“Yes, Mom, she told me.”
“Did you know she bought a car?”
“No, Mom, I didn’t know that.”
The conversation continued as she took her to her room and Joy frowned as she listened. How in the world could Callie, who had apparently just started her new job, afford a car? It was the first thing that Joy asked Robyn when she returned to the living room.
Shrugging, Robyn realized the question was reasonable. How had Callie bought a car so quickly? Still, she was not going to worry about it. Her brother would watch her mother during the day after adult day care, or his wife would if she dropped her off. Plus, Joy had said she could take her to work. Callie’s little announcement wouldn’t jeopardize her mother’s safety or schedule. Besides, she had more interesting things to think about as she gazed at the long-legged blonde sitting in her living room.
“Come here, you,” she held out her hand as she approached the couch. She wanted Joy up and off that noisy plastic.
“Yeah? What do you have in mind?” she asked playfully as she got up.
“You’ll have to find out,” she teased as she pulled her along to her room and snuck her inside. “Shhhh,” she put her finger to her lips and teased some more about being quiet as she continued what had just become interesting earlier…feeling up her girlfriend and beginning to remove her clothes. Slowly, garment by garment she undressed her, revealing the soft, white skin, and nearly swooning as she pulled the silk panties over the long legs, nuzzling in the V of her legs, the scent intoxicating.
“Oh, gawd,” Joy gasped at the sensation as Robyn nuzzled. She had not expected that…and it nearly made her knees buckle. “C’mere you,” she stated, pulling Robyn back up into her arms and removing her clothes quickly. The sensation of two naked bodies coming together was intoxicating and she rubbed her body sensuously against the shorter woman.
“Ohh hoo,” she whispered, trying to keep their murmurings low. After all, her mother was in the next room watching television. “You wanna play, do you?” she asked, lifting one of Joy’s legs onto her own hip and grinding between them gently.
“Oh, yes, I do,” Joy agreed, throwing her head back and exposing her neck to Robyn’s lips and tongue. She had a hard time balancing on the one leg and felt herself toppling back onto Robyn’s bed, the bed springs protesting a little at the combined weight.
“Shhhh,” Robyn teased at the noise, not caring in the least as her hand caressed the long legs she so admired. Slowly, inexorably, the hand she was using to caress the legs moved towards the V where her fingers began to play with the small patch of hair and then the wetness she found there. “Someone’s anxious,” she teased as Joy arched into the palm of her hand, grinding shamelessly.
“Oh, yes,” Joy said, a little louder than she intended, but Robyn quickly covered her mouth with her own, their tongues dancing as they fueled their passion with their naked bodies, each grinding into the other.
Soon enough, Robyn’s fingers were plunging inside and she leaned back long enough to hear Joy’s gasp of delight as she arched. Robyn leaned down to take a nipple in her mouth, lightly flicking it in time with the thrusts of her fingers.
“Oh, gawd, yes,” she breathed softly as Joy arched into her girlfriend, encouraging her as she wrapped her legs around her.
Robyn loved the feel of those legs around her and her hand pistoned back and forth, in and out of her girlfriend’s body.
Joy grabbed at Robyn, trying to pull her closer, her hands encountering her brunette hair and unintentionally pulling it in her desire to cum.
Robyn smarted at the hair-pulling, but it excited her too. The pleasure-pain encouraging her to keep playing with her girlfriend’s body. Her spare hand slowly snaked around Joy’s body and squeezed her buttock tightly.
Soon enough, Robyn was forced to cover Joy’s mouth with her own as the cries of ecstasy were hard for her to contain. She was not sure that Joy was even aware of the noise she was making, and she waited until the first crisis had passed before she pushed the legs off her hips and scooted down off the bed so she could taste the passion they had created. She licked her fingers clean once she removed them and then plunged her lips and tongue between the sated blonde’s legs, burying her face there. Immediately, the blonde began to respond again as this new assault on her body took hold.
“Oh, my gawd…oh, my gawd,” Joy gasped, trying to stay quiet out of respect for Julia. Her hands couldn’t reach Robyn anymore without raising her body off the bed and she did not have the strength. Her hands fisted the sheets, pulling them from around the mattress. She turned to find a pillow and grabbed it to smother her cries of passion into its depths as her body seemed to be losing control. She felt herself spurting in a different way, onto her girlfriend’s face, as she came again…and again.
Robyn grinned with the depths of the passion she felt in her girlfriend as she rose to cover her body with her own, sharing the warmth and the last of the shudders that enveloped the blonde’s body. She was not surprised as a long leg came up, wrapped around her, and rolled her onto her back.
Joy began to kiss Robyn in gratitude and passion for what she had just caused in her body. She returned the favor, kissing her way down along her neck, and back up to her lips. She tasted herself on her girlfriend’s lips as she continued her assault on the brunette’s naked body, crushing her between her body and the bed, grinding down and teasing her. She pulled Robyn’s hands above her head, pinning her to the bed.
Robyn was panting from her own exertions when Joy began her attack, but she was soon almost begging to be taken as the blonde, who learned far too quickly how to bring her to the brink, played with her overheated body. The thought of what she might do and the reality of what she was really doing, drove her over the brink in no time. As she bucked and writhed beneath her, she wondered why it was so easy to cum with this woman she loved. Her other lovers paled by comparison and she grabbed Joy’s head to look deeply into her eyes as she gasped out, “I love you.”
“That’s good, because I love you too,” Joy whispered as she used her body and caresses to calm Robyn’s overheated body.
“No having to think about it?” she teased in a whisper.
“No, I know,” she assured her.
They held each other close until Joy realized the time, and over Robyn’s protestations, she called a cab. “I have to change in the morning and my clothes are at my apartment,” she pointed out in a whisper as they waited.
“I don’t want you to go,” she complained good-naturedly, her head upon Joy’s shoulder as
they sat on the couch.
“I do not want to go either. I wish I could ask you to live with me,” she mentioned gently and was not surprised when Robyn lifted her head to look at her to see if she was serious, “but I know your mother prefers living in her familiar home,” she gestured and encompassed the living room.
Robyn sighed, wondering if she was going to lose this girlfriend too over her mother and her condition. No, Joy was different, she wouldn’t bolt. She too would love to live in that uber-modern apartment with Joy, but she couldn’t leave her mother. “I know,” she agreed.
“You are welcome to stay with me anytime you want,” Joy tried to cheer her, wondering if she had blown some unwritten lesbian code that she did not understand or know about.
“You could stay here,” she offered, feeling lame. How could this old apartment compare to the luxury of the high-rise overlooking Lake Michigan?
“Next time I will bring a change of clothes,” she acceded, hoping to make it up to the woman she loved.
“You will?” she asked, surprised, as she looked at the blonde.
“Of course, I will. I want to spend time with you and spending the night sounds wonderful.” Joy was immediately rewarded with a gorgeous smile from Robyn who wrapped her arms around her in delight.
“I love you, Joy Parker,” she admitted.
“I love you too, Robyn.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
As Joy enjoyed a night alone, she began channel surfing and found an older news report on CNN about a place in Holland called Dementia Village. It was a fascinating story about how an entire village was turned into a place where those with Alzheimer’s and dementia could live in a familiar environment where they still shopped and lived. It was all enclosed as a neatly proportioned village where the residents lived in their own homes, not much different than The Town she had created for the homeless. It fascinated her so much, she replayed the entire video twice, and then recorded it on a disc so she could show it to her staff.
“I want to find out if we can recreate that here,” she told her staff after she had done her press conference including a tour of The Town. She had answered some of their questions regarding her fortune, what she had done with it and what she was doing with it now.
Investing in her hometown and giving back to the community was not the story most had come for. After reading the news reports of her mental state as advised by her siblings, they had hoped to report that she had squandered it all. Instead, they found a soft-spoken and intellectual woman who was taking where she had come from to heart and bettering the lives of people she did not even know. Her concept and plans were shared and many were amazed. The story became bigger as it aired on the five o’clock news and again on the six o’clock news. Sue Ellen was soon fielding calls from some of the big news organizations. Joy invited them all to film The Town and the concept based on Medicine Hat’s premise that they could eliminate homelessness.
“You really think you can eliminate homelessness in a city the size of Milwaukee?” one reporter asked.
“One site at a time,” she answered confidently. “We have the first one nearly complete and are vetting the workers who get first pick of their homes.” She showed them the empty houses waiting for their occupants, the gardens that would help feed them and teach them, and the services available to all. “They need to have a safe place to live before they can deal with their problems, whether it’s a job, which we will help them find, or drugs and alcohol, and we have on-staff counselors to help with that too.”
She also showed them Site Two and somehow they found G-Ma and T-Ray, who willingly told them of the community center and the plans Joy had shared with them. “She’s making it a community again,” G-Ma told the camera. T-Ray was a little more camera-shy, but G-Ma had created an army of elderly who were all on board with what Joy was trying to accomplish.
The publicity was incredible and they were inundated with requests to tour the facility and view the plans, which Joy willingly shared.
“You know, you could make a fortune off those plans,” one of the contractors cautioned her.
“But if I make it free and they take that to the next level, then another community pops up,” she countered.
“But what can we do that’s like that?” someone answered her request to create their own Dementia Village.
“Let’s find out,” Joy challenged them. Some of the contractors were already working at the second site to build the community center as well as the homeless village. She wanted to include more, and the television exposure had brought forth endless volunteers and contractors willing to train, work, and expand their workforce with the homeless. She now had the third site ready to be demolished and raised again, hopefully before winter.
“Are you certain you aren’t taking on too much?” Robyn asked as she saw the concept on the television program that Joy lent her.
“Do you have a passport?” Joy asked her.
Robyn shook her head. “I had no reason to have one, why?”
“I want you to apply for an expedited passport so I can show you what I want to do,” she explained.
“I can’t afford…” she began, but Joy shushed her, putting her finger across her lips.
“I will pay for it and I do not want you to argue about it. I’m taking you to Holland and we are going to see how the Dutch do it. I will see if I can get them to lend me the people and the plans, and we will make our own Dementia Village over here. I do not like the name of it, so we will think up something nicer. I would like you to imagine your mom happy, working, and living near you in her own place.”
Robyn shook her head as feelings overwhelmed her, both the generosity of this woman and the love she felt for her. She knew her mother would never move from that old, familiar apartment though. She said so too.
“I will talk to your mom. She can keep all her old, familiar furniture and we’ll recreate her apartment in the new village.”
“Are you trying to get my mother into a home?” she fretted, worrying that perhaps Joy was just trying to get rid of her mother and lock her away.
Joy took her into her arms and shook her head at her girlfriend’s silliness. “No, I want your mother happy. I want you happy. Someday, you know, you will be forced to put her in a home due to her disease, and something like this is kinder than what I’ve seen in some of those places.”
“This could take years…” she pointed out, trying not to get too enthused by Joy’s grandiose plans.
Joy nodded. “But with all the contractors I have approaching me and all the dilapidated old neighborhoods that need an overhaul, I bet I could make this happen within a year instead of years.”
For the first time, Robyn began to realize, Joy really could move mountains with the kind of money she had at her fingertips. She began to see a glimmer of hope of making her mother happy, while making herself happy too, and getting out of that old apartment. “Where do I go for a passport and how do I get it expedited?” she asked, to the delight of her girlfriend.
Joy helped her, even driving her down to get a set of photos to send in. It would only take a few days with a copy of Robyn’s original birth certificate. Meanwhile, they went over the video a few more times and began to make list of questions they would ask.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Riding on the crest of positive publicity, it was not all peaches and cream. Joy had noticed a man in the audience of reporters as she gave her press conference, a man that looked enough like her father that she figured he had to be one of her brothers. Whichever one it had been, he had not aged well. Life must not be good for this bitter old man. She was not surprised when Sue Ellen announced that Randall Parker wanted to see her in her office a few days later; she had been prepared for it. She had the secretary show him in. She considered avoiding seeing him, but felt it was best to get this out of the way and deal with it.
Joy did not hold out her hand and offer to shake his. Instead, she looked at him coldly from across
her desk as he sat down without so much as an invitation. She decided rudeness could be ignored, but she did ask, “What can I do for you, Randy?”
“I want you to give me some money,” he told her bluntly. He’d seen the news reports. He’d seen how much money she had spent on the homeless. He felt she could share it. He felt, as her older brother, he deserved it.
She shrugged, her shoulders encased in an Oscar De La Renta cashmere sweater with a matching silk blouse. “That’s it, you just want some money?” she asked, trying to keep the sarcasm from leaking out of her controlled tones. She was angry, but she was not about to let it show as she eyed him. Time had not been his friend. He really looked old and acrimonious; not like she remembered their father at all. The resemblance was superficial and ended as soon as he opened his mouth.
“Well, I think you owe it to me,” he stated.
“I do? Why do you think that?” She was genuinely surprised at his audacity.
“You know, you have enough you could share with your family,” he told her, trying to use the intimidating tone that he used back when she was a kid.
But Joy was no longer that little kid. She did not have her parents to wipe her nose or to come to her defense. She had been alone too long with her own problems to deal with, and she would now allow such as he to intimidate her. “I could have, if you had not taken everything of Mom and Dad’s and left me with nothing,” she told him matter-of-factly.
“That’s in the past,” he waved it off as though it didn’t matter. “You have enough,” he gestured to the office around them, not very imposing, simply functional. “You’ve shared enough with these strangers. Now you should help your family,” he told her.
“What family is that?” she asked reasonably, trying not to let her anger come to the surface. It was bubbling, but she pushed it down deep inside her, inside the hurt that was still there despite her attempts to ignore it over the years, inside the rejection that cut so deep. “The family that couldn’t give a crap about me when I was on the streets or–” she began, but he interrupted her.
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