Episode 4 - Chloe
Chloe continued to pound on the door, calling out to Sara.
Sara was sitting on the bed drying tears and wishing that her guests would just piss off and that the ground would swallow her up. She heard Chloe's pleas to open the door. She thought of what Midge had said.
They were lesbians.
Her imagination conjured up images of prison rape scenes with a broom stick, hairy armpitted fat women and Soviet tennis players. Chloe didn't seem to fit any of these stereotypes, although she looked like she would have a mighty powerful serve. Midge on the other hand! Sara was sure she had two birds nests under that man's shirt of hers.
Her only experience with homosexuals in her home town had been a young, effeminate boy who was constantly punched and spat on in the halls of her high school. He was even the geeks punching bag. She would see him skulking up the corridors, head down, seemingly praying that he could get from A to B without being abused. She had always felt sorry for him and his horrible existence, but not so much that she would actually talk to him. Guilt by association was almost as bad as being queer itself. He had managed to free himself of this awful torment by running away to Sydney. Last she had heard he was living in a place ominously called, 'The Wall'.
Chloe's persistant rapping on the door finally brought her out of her thoughts. She wiped her eyes on her sleeve and considered what she was going to do. It was obvious that Chloe was not going to leave in a hurry. Sara decided she had to face her and demand that she and the others leave.
She tentatively opened the door a crack,
'Go away.' she tried to demand, but it came out as a pathetic croak.
'Sara, let me in please.'
'No, just get out of here and take your friends with you.' she replied.
'I'll make you a deal. I'll get everyone to leave if you'll talk to me.' Chloe bargained. Sara considered this. It seemed Chloe was determined so she gave in.
Chloe ushered everyone out the door like a New York cop, Midge and Paulie included, much to his dismay. He made her promise to give him the dirt the next day. She nodded and shut the door behind him. She called out from the living room,
'OK, they're gone. You can come out now.' She was about to call out again, thinking that Sara hadn't heard her, when the bedroom door slowly opened and Sara's head poked out like a shy mouse. She surveyed the apartment to make sure the coast was clear. Eventually she emerged, her eyes puffy and cheeks red. Chloe got her a glass of water and some Kleenex.
'Here you go,' she said kindly. Sara gratefully drank and blew her nose.
'Thankyou, now will you please leave.' Sara pleaded. Chloe smiled and sat down on the sofa, obviously not ready to go.
'I think we should talk, Sara. You're clearly upset about something.'
No shit, Sherlock, Sara thought.
'I'm tired. It's been a big day and I just want to go to bed.' Chloe smiled at this. Sara thought of what she had said and inwardly groaned. She took a deep breath. 'Look, I'm sorry if you got the...wrong impression of me. But I'm not like...you.'
Chloe raised an eyebrow quizzically,
'Like me?' she repeated and leaned forward, gazing intently at Sara, 'And what, pray tell, my dear is 'like me?'
Sara looked down at her feet and began to tear at the tissue in her nervous hands,
'I like men.' she whispered. Chloe laughed suddenly, making Sara jump.
'I like men too, Sara.' she announced. 'They are handy when it comes to shopping for clothes.'
'Not those kind of men. I'm straight.' she declared. Chloe shrugged.
'If you say so.'
Sara frowned and started to get very defensive, and more than a little angry.
'I don't care what you think...or what you do in the privacy of your own home. Just leave me out of it.' She walked to the front door and opened it, 'Now please go.'
Chloe made no move and for a moment Sara started to get worried. She thought of broomsticks again. Eventually Chloe got to her feet and walked to the door, pausing beside Sara. She leaned into her from her great height, and whispered into her ear,
'I'd like to see how 'straight' you are with my tongue between your thighs,' she purred. Sara's eyes bulged wide and suddenly she was alone, left to wonder just what it would be like to have Chloe's tongue between her thighs.
to be continued... |
