151
Continued from page 147…
Wednesday, September 22nd, 1988, 9:02 P.M.
“When are they gonna be here?” asked Jane.
Don’t worry, they’ll be here… They’ll be here any second,” Kathy answered.
Like worried parents waiting for their children to come home, Jane and Kathy paced back and forth around Kathy’s fountain in her front yard, occasionally bending over to pick up leaves and sticks to put in the garbage, or tending to the maintenance of the fountain by scooping up gatherings of debris out of the water. It was certainly not an unusual sight in Kathy’s neighborhood, nor was a swimming pool in the back yard. It was all part of the natural ambience in bodacious Brentwood.
Sure enough, just as Jane started to reveal her distressing thoughts that something horrible might have happened to them, the distant sound of Gina’s Corvette could be heard coming up the road. Kathy recognized it immediately.
“Here they come,” she said.
The two of them jumped up from the ledge of the fountain and hustled over to the front gait. Kathy punched in the security code as they watched the two halves slowly pull apart from each other and disappear into the bushes.
Gina pulled into the driveway and rolled down her window.
“Hey, fuckers.. Is this the Gentlemen’s Lair? I got a stowaway here,” she kidded. Belinda leaned over from the passenger’s side and addressed everyone.
“Hi,” she said as she waved. “She means me.”
Miraculously, Kathy did not have a snappy comeback for their arrival. She was more worried about a raid from the L.A. Sheriff’s Department. “Just pull all the way in,” she instructed. “We’ll go in from the back.”
“Ten-four,” said Gina, as she purposely revved her engine in order to demonstrate her horsepower and rattle everyone’s cages.
Once inside the house, a glorious reunion of our fabulous foxes began to take place. Neither one of them could get a word in edgewise.
“Gina, what the fuck are you makin’ so much noise for? Are you tryin’ to get us caught?” demanded Kathy.
“”Hey, now that we’re here, let’s jam,” suggested Gina, completely sidestepping Kathy’s scolding.
“We’re not gonna jam,” insisted Jane. “Jeezus, Gina, can’t you wait for two seconds until we get situated?”
Without addressing the issue directly, everyone’s attention was naturally focused on Belinda and her current state of mind. Luckily, Belinda took care of any of their muddled thoughts and broke right through the tension in a jiffy.
“I need a freakin’ beer, right now,” said Belinda. “Please tell me you have some alcohol around here,” she asked Kathy.
“I thought you were hungry?” Kathy inquired.
“I am.. but I need a beer more right now,” Belinda confessed. “I also need a bump.. Please tell me you got that too,” she pleaded.
“There’s beer in the fridge,” Kathy pointed out.
“What about the bump?” asked Belinda as she started to fidget.
Kathy’s mouth dropped open as she gave Belinda a good, cold glare. “Will you just cool it for two seconds,” she declared. “I’ll get it for you.. Just wait, okay? Can you do that?”
“Not really,” said Belinda. “Come on, Kath. I’ve been cooped-up for three months now. I’m dyin’ here.”
Kathy did not have an initial response to Belinda’s obvious “Jones-ing.” On one hand, she wanted to help out her beloved friend as much as she could. On the other hand, she was a little ticked-off at Belinda’s insistence. She decided to give herself a tiny thrill and torture the curvaceous crooner for a few seconds longer. She nodded towards the refrigerator.
“There’s beer in the fridge.. Babe,” she said, continuing to stare her down.
Belinda was not happy. She glared back at Kathy in the same manner before breaking-off the stare and heading for the icebox. Belinda opened up the door and looked back at Kathy one more time before retrieving a bottle of Beck’s. She approached Kathy.
“Where’s a bottle opener?” she asked.
“In the drawer,” Kathy answered, nodding towards one of the drawers near the sink.
At this point, it could be perceived that our two combatants were now just playing with each other. This was exemplified by the way that Belinda sauntered over to the drawer and continued to stare back at Kathy. Furthermore, by the way Belinda popped off the top, allowing the cap to fall to the floor and not bending over to pick it up. Lastly, by taking a swig of the robust German lager, all the while keeping a come-hither look steadfastly affixed upon Kathy. In fact, it was now so obviously playful, that Gina started giggling at their behavior and Jane had no reason to feel any authentic tension. This latter notion allowed Jane to make an overdue observation about Belinda’s amusing wardrobe.
“Nice lookin’ outfit ya’ got on there, Belinda,” remarked Jane, causing Gina to laugh even harder. “You remind me of Lynda Carter.”
“That’s what I said!!” exclaimed Gina. “I said she was ready for the Special Olympics!”
Belinda took it all in stride. “I don’t know what you think is so funny, Gina. These are your idiotic gym clothes.”
It was now time for Kathy to smile amongst the surrounding laughter. Knowing that she had sufficiently tormented her beautiful BFF, she decided to offer-up a much needed remedy for Belinda’s wicked wardrobe predicament.
“Would you like a pair of jeans and a T-Shirt, my darling?” she asked.
Belinda’s returning glare was purposely stretched out in order for Jane and Gina to continue their collective laughter. Everyone was having fun now. It was the way it was supposed to be. Nothing could touch them as long as they were together.
“Thank you,” said Belinda, mockingly.
Kathy extended her left arm in order to symbolically guide Belinda towards the upstairs, and to possibly slap her on the butt as she passed by. Jane and Gina were both secretly hoping for that.
However, Kathy did not oblige their confidential fantasies. Instead, as Belinda got slightly past her, Kathy chose to look down at her rear end and point at it with her finger. She then glanced over at Jane and Gina with a surprised look on her face. She was tacitly suggesting that Belinda had lost some weight.
Gina and Jane both knew exactly what she was intimating.
“I know. She lost some weight, didn’t she?” Gina blurted out.
“Yes, she did,” Kathy agreed.
“Yeah, you look great, Babe,” said Jane. “Those buns look good enough to eat.”
Belinda was more than happy to accept her round of compliments. She looked right into Kathy’s face with an “I told-you-so” expression, then glanced down at Kathy’s own midsection.
“Doesn’t look like we can say the same about you,” she observed.
Jane and Gina both let out a collective “WHOA!!!”
As the commotion subsided, Kathy was left with nothing but an insidious grin on her face as everyone anticipated what was coming next.
Including Belinda.
Kathy swung her right arm in the direction of Belinda’s behind in order to reprimand her for such a nasty comment, but only caught a portion of Belinda’s left cheek. Belinda had arched her back just in the nick of time, successfully avoiding her corporal punishment.
“Just get upstairs so I can discipline you properly,” instructed Kathy.
As expected, another round of “WHOA!!!” came out of the mouths of Jane and Gina.