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July 28 – July 30, 2007Heather was at home—yet, she wasn’t. She was not in the cute little house that she had just bought, nor the town she lived in. She was quite literally at home—meaning her parent’s house. It was the house she grew up in. The house that held so many memories, she almost couldn’t think straight. Every wall, every turn of a corner, every time she walked into a room, some vision of a world-gone-by would pop into her mind. Heather’s parents had left for an extended vacation. While they were away, they had asked Heather to come and house-sit and “just take care of things” in general, as if Heather didn’t have anything better to do with her life. Truthfully, she probably didn’t have anything better to do, but she didn’t like admitting that to her parents.The house was big and quiet. It felt even bigger and quieter with no one else there. It was a Saturday evening and Heather was alone, with no one but her own thoughts to keep her company—and Heather’s thoughts had not been good company lately.She had turned thirty just a little more than a month ago. Thirty years old—and still single. Ugh… and here I am, still hanging out at my parent’s house. Those types of thoughts just wouldn’t leave her alone.On top of that, she had just learned that Jared (the married man she had totally fallen for and had a fling with at the beginning of the summer) was getting a divorce and moving away. She had really gotten her hopes up on that one.Two weeks ago, she found out he was getting a divorce. For some reason, she’d managed to convince herself that this was it. He’ll get a divorce, we’ll be together, and things will finally work out for me, she had briefly thought at the time.Then, just a few days ago, Jared had called her and explained that he was going to move away. Heather was crushed. Even though their “relationship” had been short-lived, she had truly believed that “this might be the one”. That’s the type of over-optimism that begins to emerge when one turns thirty.That’s where Heather was physically, mentally, and emotionally when the telephone rang. Not her cell phone, which she was needlessly cradling in her hands. No, the phone on the wall was ringing. The old, 1979 model, wall-mounted, push-button, yellow telephone with the curly-Q spiral cord that always got twisted up. It rang once. Twice. The ancient ringing sound reverberated through the entire house.No one even calls Mom and Dad at this number anymore, she thought. Just like everyone else in the country, her parents both had their own phones. The old landline telephone just hung there on the wall, gathering dust. It’s too late for telemarketers, she thought. Who on Earth? She managed to pull herself off the couch and made it to the phone by the fourth ring. “Hello?” Heather said into the receiver.“Hey, Heather, how’s it going?” replied a friendly sounding female voice. A voice Heather recognized, but one she couldn’t quite place—a voice she hadn’t heard in years.“Pretty good, I guess,” Heather lied.“That’s great,” the voice responded. “This is Katie Donovan, by the way.”Heather’s jaw dropped. Her first instinct was to hang up the phone, but she didn’t. “Hi, Katie, how are things with you?” she responded, trying to put friendliness in her voice.“Things are good,” Katie answered. “Say, I heard you’ve been at your parents’ place the last few days and was just wondering if you wanted to go over to Roscoe’s for a few drinks.”Heather knew that Roscoe’s was the local bar in the next town over, only about five miles away. I really want to drink—but do I want to drink badly enough to go with Katie Donovan? she asked herself. Out loud, she said, “Gee, I don’t know if I’m up to it tonight.”“Aww, come on,” Katie urged. “It’ll do you good to get out of that big ol’ creepy house for a night. I’ll buy the first round.”The second urging was all Heather needed. She couldn’t say no to beer more than once. “Oh, all right, that sounds like fun,” Heather agreed, even though she was still unsure if it sounded like fun or not.“Great,” Katie said energetically. “I’ll come by and pick you up in a few minutes.”As Heather hung up the phone, her hands were shaking. Katie Donovan. That was a name that certainly brought up a wave of old memories. Memories she tried not to think about. That fateful night. The summer after graduation, just over twelve years ago. Good God, twelve years ago last month! Heather and her boyfriend Jimmy had been at a party and she had lost track of him. She eventually found him. Oh, did she ever find him. He was sitting in Kyle Foster’s pickup, with a mass of frizzy red hair bobbing up and down over his crotch. Katie Donovan’s red hair. Heather would never forget that moment. She would never forget that hair. Never forget that satisfied look Jimmy had on his face.She and Jimmy had a huge fight that night. Their last fight. She broke up with him and never looked back. Not once. The name Katie Donovan had become a cursed name in her mind.On the other hand, Heather thought, prior to that moment, Katie had been a friend. She was one of the few gals in my graduating class that I really got along with, other than Tracy, of course. Heather had nearly forgotten that the two of them actually were friends. She had let that one moment cloud her memory. Sure, Katie had been a slut, there’s no denying that. şişli escort She slept with any guy she could. She sucked lots of dicks. It just so happened, that particular night, she sucked the wrong one.Truthfully, Heather might even owe Katie a debt of gratitude. If it hadn’t been for her, Heather’s life might have taken a completely different path. And, despite her earlier complaints, Heather liked the path her life was on.Heather had no doubt that this was an olive branch on Katie’s part. She was obviously trying to reach out and show Heather that she held no grudge. Heather took a deep breath and resolved to try and make amends. After all, it wasn’t Katie who had cheated on her that night.Just then, through the window, her peripheral vision caught sight of a little white car pulling into the driveway. Katie had arrived more quickly than she had anticipated. Heather glanced down at herself. A red tank top and extremely short jean shorts—that’ll be good enough for Roscoe’s, she decided.She grabbed her things and headed out the door. Even from the front porch, she could see Katie’s distinctive red hair, but it was different. She’d cropped much of it off and it seemed less frizzy. The other girl waved through the window.Heather opened the passenger side door and took her seat. The two women greeted each other warmly. Heather fought off the initial urge to reach out and slug Katie, but forced herself to acknowledge that it was twelve years later—and things were different now. She forced herself to forget that single solitary night and focus on the Katie she remembered throughout their school years together. By the time they arrived at Roscoe’s Bar, Heather had mostly made peace with the situation.The two sat down at the bar and ordered beers. Coors Light. Roscoe had other stuff—but that was all anyone seemed to drink in there. At first, their conversation was simple. “How’re your parents?” “How’s your brother doing?” “How’s Tracy?” things like that. But as one beer turned into three, they quickly loosened up, chatting and laughing about old times. Fun times. As they talked, Heather realized that Katie had been right. Getting out of the house had done her good—a lot of good.The door would occasionally open and other townsfolk would come in, but since the two women were facing the bar, they didn’t pay much attention to who was coming or going. That’s why it caught Heather off guard. It caught both of them off guard, in fact.Heather heard a voice in her ear.“Pucker up, buttercup,” the voice said. She recognized it instantly. Both the voice and the words. The words were from Ferris Buehler’s Day Off. A movie that the whole gang had watched together one night many years ago. The line never failed to make her laugh when being spoken by the right person. In this case, the voice did belong to the right person. The voice belonged to Jimmy.Heather sat bolt upright. The last time she had seen him was two years ago at the class reunion, and that night she hadn’t even acknowledged his presence. She turned and looked him in the face—it had been twelve years since she was this close to him. For the second time that evening, she resisted the immediate urge to punch someone.Maybe it was the three and a half beers she’d already drunk, but for some reason, Heather didn’t punch him. She didn’t slap him, she didn’t yell at him, she didn’t even tell him to leave. She just said, “Hey, Jimmy, how’s it going?”Jimmy had a friend with him, a guy named Ryan. Ryan was just another guy who “never really left town” after he had graduated high school. Sort of like Jimmy. In fact, Katie had even mentioned Ryan more than once earlier in the evening. The two men started chatting them up, and Heather, understanding that Katie might have an interest in Ryan, decided not to be a stick-in-the-mud. Just roll with it for a while, she told herself.“You two want to come sit with us?” Jimmy offered, motioning towards a table.“Sure, why not,” Heather said with a shrug. She took a seat, with Katie sitting to one side of her, and Jimmy on the other. So, here we are, she thought, the three major players from that night, all sitting here, twelve years later, drinking together like old friends—after all, they were old friends. Life certainly takes some odd twists and turns.As Jimmy sat down, he slapped his pack of Marlboro Lights on the table and immediately launched into a story. Jimmy was always a great storyteller. As he began talking, Heather started thinking. Her mind drifted back. That same night they had all watched Ferris Buehler, she and Jimmy had kissed each other for the first time. A good old-fashioned, sloppy, tongues-in-each-other’s-mouths—type of kiss.Not long after, they’d gone to the movies together. Not long after that, they’d started dating. Jimmy also had the distinction of introducing her to one of her favorite substances… beer. They’d had a turbulent relationship. They’d dated. Broke up. Then they tried it again. Broke up again. Then again.Heather remembered that night too. The night they “got back together”. Jimmy had just broken up with Alicia, an empty-headed socialite that Heather couldn’t stand. They were at a party and Heather felt sorry for him. She had comforted him—and ended up getting hooked all over again. They dated until—well, the night she found him with Katie.Everyone mecidiyeköy escort just assumed that Heather and Jimmy would end up getting married. Who knows, maybe they would have if it hadn’t been for that night in late June.Heather’s mind returned to the present, and she suddenly realized that she had swilled through a six-pack. The four of them were yucking it up, joking, laughing, and exchanging stories about their most embarrassing moments.“How about you, Heather?” Katie asked. “What’s your most embarrassing moment?”“Ugh,” Heather started. “Sometimes, I think my whole life is just one embarrassing moment,” she joked. “Let me think about it a second,” she said. As she did, she stretched back in her chair. Her tank top rode up, baring a significant portion of her tummy. Jimmy stared, openly ogling her trim midsection.He’d been checking out her legs all night. At first, Heather had ignored it. But as the evening had progressed, she’d started teasing him just a bit. Backing a little further away from the table so he could get a better look. Crossing her legs, and then uncrossing them at various times when she knew he was looking. Her buzzed mind had decided that it was nice to be getting some attention for a change.“I’ve got one,” Heather finally said. “It’s pretty dirty, but if you’re all willing to hear it,” she explained.“Absolutely,” Katie encouraged. “We’re all adults here,” she said with a good-natured chuckle.“Well, actually,” Heather began, “It involves Jimmy, here.”“Uh-oh,” Jimmy said, snickering.“One night—in fact it was the night of my eighteenth birthday—we’d pulled into Jimmy’s driveway,” Heather started, “You know, his parent’s place has that super-long driveway,” she explained. “Well, we were sitting out there, trying to say goodnight to each other.”“Oh God, I remember this night,” Jimmy said, turning beet red.“So, you know, we were making out,” Heather continued, “and I started—” she choked on her words. “I started giving him a blowjob.” Subconsciously, Heather glanced at Katie, and Katie seemed to quickly look away, even though she was clearly enjoying the story.Heather continued. “So, I’m down there, doing—what I needed to do—and Jimmy’s phone rings.” She stopped and raised her eyebrows. “If you’ll remember, Jimmy had one of the old bag phones in his pickup. He was like, practically the only guy in town who had a cell phone back then.”“Yeah, we called them car phones, if I remember correctly,” Katie offered.“Right,” Heather agreed. “Well, his phone rings. And what does Jimmy do? He answers it!” Heather playfully slapped Jimmy on the shoulder. The first physical contact she had made with him in twelve years. “It was his dad. I heard the entire conversation. His dad says ‘Is that you in the driveway? Why are you just sittin’ in your pickup?’ And Jimmy says ‘Cuz Heather’s givin’ me a blowjob,’” at this point, Heather jokingly buried her face in her hands. “I couldn’t believe it,” she said as the others guffawed with laughter. “His dad says, ‘Oh, she is? Well, tell her to hurry up, you both should have been home an hour ago.” Heather couldn’t contain herself, she started laughing uproariously with the others. “So, then, Jimmy—still on the phone—says ‘Dad says to hurry up,’ I was so embarrassed.”“Well, you know, me and dad always had a pretty honest relationship with each other,” Jimmy acknowledged.Heather took another huge swallow from her bottle of beer. “But seriously, the most embarrassing part was the next time I saw his dad in person. Now that was embarrassing.”“At least he didn’t ask to talk to you on the phone,” Katie joked.“Oh, God,” Heather agreed. “It wouldn’t have surprised me if he had.”Jimmy proceeded to tell a few more stories about his dad, who had always been quite a character. With each one, the whole group laughed and offered their own memories. As they talked, Heather realized with a start, that Ryan had a hand on Katie’s thigh. She’d been paying so much attention to Jimmy, she hadn’t even noticed that Ryan and Katie were making quite a bit of progress.The old bar was hot and Heather was feeling it. A couple of open windows and two ceiling fans provided the only ventilation. She adjusted her chair one more time, moving closer to Jimmy as she did so. She wasn’t sure why, but seeing the developing closeness between Katie and Ryan had made her envious. She wanted to enjoy the same thing that Katie was experiencing. Her gesture did not go unnoticed by Jimmy. As she moved in closer, he smiled and, once again, unabashedly checked her out.“You’re lookin’ pretty good tonight,” Jimmy whispered.Two years ago, Heather would have throttled him for saying that. Even the night before, Heather probably would have slapped him so hard he would have fallen out of his chair. But tonight… “Thanks,” she responded simply. As she did, she reached down and grabbed his pack of cigarettes from the table. She removed one and lit it with his lighter.There was a comfortable familiarity between the two of them that stretched beyond the years. Even after twelve years apart, she knew him better than she did any other man, except maybe her good friend Mitch. Jimmy knew her better than any other man did too. He knew all the right buttons to push, all the right switches to turn on.His hand was on her knee.Heather and Katie exchanged glances from across the table. They both knew what was happening. Heather took a drag from her cigarette and raised her eyebrows at Katie. His hand was on her thigh. He doesn’t waste much time, Heather thought.After another hour had gone by, both Katie and Ryan, and Heather and Jimmy had maneuvered themselves even closer together. Katie was practically sitting on Ryan’s lap. Heather was leaning her head against Jimmy’s shoulder. Jimmy’s hand was now on Heather’s inner thigh, only about an inch away from her nether regions. All four of them were drunk.“Okay, kids, time to close up for the night,” Roscoe yelled from across the bar.“Ha!” Katie shouted. “We haven’t been kids for years.”“Y’all will always be kids to me,” Roscoe chuckled hoarsely.“Ahhh, Roscoe!” Jimmy hollered. “It’s only eleven o’clock! What kind of bar closes at eleven o’clock?”Roscoe flung a dish towel over his shoulder. “The kind of bar that’s owned by a seventy-year-old man who needs to go to bed,” he barked. “You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here,” he added.As the small group stood up, Heather felt genuinely disappointed. She didn’t want this to end. She’d had a lot of fun. She could see by the look on Katie’s face that she didn’t want it to end either, but maybe for slightly different reasons. Heather motioned to her, drawing her away from the two men.“So,” Heather started, “Do you want to go with Ryan?” she asked bluntly. “I’ll—” she couldn’t believe she was about to say this, “I’ll get Jimmy to take me home.”“For real?” Katie asked in disbelief.Heather nodded.Katie looked into Heather’s eyes, expressing a moment of clarity in her drunken stupor. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” The words were those of an old friend who knew that someone was about to make a huge mistake.Heather shook her head. “No, I really don’t,” she admitted. “Just go,” she said before she lost her nerve. “Jimmy’ll take me.”Katie laughed. “Well, I’m not sure you should have put it that way,” she said with a wink. “But, okay.” Heather could tell the other woman was excited. She eagerly caught up to Ryan and the two of them hopped into Ryan’s pickup and left. Heather now found herself, quite alone, with Jimmy.“Can you take me back to my parent’s house?” Heather asked.“Sure thing,” Jimmy replied. As he spoke, a crack of thunder sounded in the distance. It was a long way off, but it caught both of their attention. “That’s weird,” Jimmy commented. “Don’t normally have storms during this part of the summer.”They stepped out into the night air and Heather breathed deeply. The fresh air, cool compared to the stuffy confines of the bar, revitalized her instantly. And there it was. Jimmy’s pickup. The same pickup he’d had so many years ago. He still had it. Amazingly, it didn’t look that much different. How much time Heather had spent in that pickup, she couldn’t even measure. The tool box, the ice chest with the bungee cord around it, the dented tailgate—it was all exactly the way she remembered it.She crawled in on the passenger side. As they started driving, he turned on the pickup’s CD player. The song he selected was “Down on the Farm” by Tim McGraw. He’s playing this on purpose, Heather realized, He knows it’s one of my favorites.She started singing. So did he. She sang to him the line about not messing with the bull, and he sang to her on the part about staying out of the beets… When they reached the part about Farmer Johnson’s daughter they both reached out and made the ‘hourglass’ gesture, typically used to indicate an attractive woman. Heather burst out laughing at the choreographed movements. It was something they’d done a hundred times. Yup, he knows all the right buttons to push.As the vehicle slowed down, Heather saw her parent’s house within sight. She realized once again that she didn’t want the moment to end. “Oh, don’t take me home,” she suddenly blurted out. “Let’s just… go somewhere.”“All right,” Jimmy responded, obviously enthused. “Where to?”Heather shook her head. “I don’t care, just someplace where we can talk—listen to music—whatever.”The vehicle accelerated and Heather only glanced at her parent’s dark, gloomy house as it passed out of view. In another few minutes, they had arrived at their destination. Heather looked out, realizing where he had brought her. They were in a pasture, parked on a ridge that overlooked a pond. Their old make-out spot. He positioned the vehicle so that the tailgate faced the ridge and the pond.Heather knew the routine. She jumped out of the pickup as Jimmy reached behind the seat and grabbed a blanket. Heather was already lowering the tailgate by the time Jimmy made it to the back of the vehicle. They both climbed into the back and she helped him spread the blanket out.Heather reached into the ice chest and took out two cans of beer. She did this instinctively. He hadn’t told her there was beer in the ice chest. She just knew there would be. There always had been. There always will be.As they each cracked open a beer, they settled in, leaning against the oversized tool box that stretched across the bed, just behind the truck’s cab. They started talking. Jimmy had the music turned up loud enough for them to hear, but not loud enough to be distracting.They talked about old times. Heather told him stories about teaching. Then they talked about old times some more. Jimmy told her stories about farming. Then they talked even more about old times. She talked about college. Then they talked about old times again.
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