She thought about New York. It was quite a relief to know she was sleeping in her own house and there would be no" call" at six in the morning for, her to meet. She was free now. Free to do what she wanted, to fuck who she wanted, to love who she wanted. She wondered what her parents were thinking. She knew they would be worried. She decided to write them in the morning.
Suddenly, she felt very sleepy Still holding the strong boy's penis in her hand, she dosed her eyes tight and erased all questions from her mind. Soon, she was asleep.
Chapter 2
Lydia Phillips had called her husband, the manager of a large supermarket in East Orange, at work and told him to" get his ass home immediately. "She had just received a letter from Jerri.
They hadn't realized Jerri had disappeared until just the day before when a gossip column editor from one of the New York newspapers called to ask if they had heard from Jerri. They were shocked to find that their daughter was missing from the city. Where had she gone? What was she doing? Was she abducted? Hardly, Lydia figured, since her daughter had been able to sell all her things and buy a car.
In any case, Lydia and Ray were worried. They told their son Dave to go to New York and try his best to find out what happened to his sister and where she was. He was in the city when the letter arrived.
Ray Phillips, a slightly balding man of fifty-three, entered the front door of his house only to find his wife pacing the length of the living room. Lydia Phillips was a large woman, younger by five years than her husband, who was given either to yelling or crying in an upsetting situation.
"She's in New Mexico!" Lydia screamed as Ray walked into the room. "She's a hippie! My daughter, a hippie!" And she burst into tears and sat in a chair.
Ray grabbed the letter from his tearful wife's hand and began to read it. His expression changed from surprise to rage as he finished.
"What the hell is this? Living in the hills of New Mexico? Fed up with the commercialism of New York! Fed up with rules and appointments and creepy people!"
"The boy! Read about the boy!" Lydia screamed.
"I read, I read. Damn hippie, she thinks she's in love. New Mexico. Can you believe it?" Ray sat in a chair facing his wife.
"Ray, such disgrace! I won't be able to look the bridge club girls in the eye. My daughter, on the brink of stardom, and what does she do? She goes nutty and runs off to the other side of the world! Where did we fail?" She blew her nose into her crocheted handkerchief.
"Where did she go wrong?" Ray muttered, tossing the letter to the coffee table.
They sat there for a long time, in silence.
Finally, the door opened and their son, Dave, and his wife, Tracey, entered.
"What's wrong?" Dave asked, immediately sensing the mood in the room.
"Oh, my son!" Lydia cried and held out her arms. Dave looked at Tracey, imagining his sister had been killed or something, and then ran to his mother.
"Mom, tell me, what's happened?"
"It's terrible," she sobbed, holding Dave in her arms," I can hardly say it. You tell him, Ray."
"Son," Ray said as Dave turned to him," your sister is…"
"Yes," Dave urged.
"A hippie!"
Tracey almost began to laugh. Dave stared at his father in amazement. "What?" he asked.
"She's gone off to some canyon in New Mexico with that dizzy Carol and she's planning on starting some damn commune or something!. She's got some longhair living with her."
"Jesus Christ," Dave said, rising from his mother's arms. He didn't know if he thought Jerri was right or wrong. He was just surprised that she had done such a thing. Tracey envied her as soon as she heard it. She never trusted anyone in the commercial jungle of New York. She was happy Jerri had run away.
"You mean she gave it all up? She just said screw it and walked out?"
"Yes," Lydia said, blowing her nose again.
"Far out!" Dave said.
The family moaned and groaned about their daughter for hours, and after supper they finally decided on a course of action.
"Son, you must go bring her back," Ray said to Dave.
"Bring her back? What about my job at the store?"
"Never mind, I'll keep paying you. You're the only one who can talk to her… "Ray insisted.
"Bullshit! We never had a deep discussion in our lives," Dave protested.
"Well, we can't go! Who else can?" Ray said.
"You must go, darling," Lydia pleaded. "I can't imagine this will last. You have to talk some sense into her before it's too late. Tell her New York wants her, tell her she can't just throw away a career like that! Tell her we won't allow it!" Lydia began crying again.
"Mother, stop bawling. Okay, listen, we'll go. All right, Tracey?"
Tracey smiled. "Sure, I'm not working anyway and I love to travel. We'll pretend it's another honeymoon. The first one wasn't so great anyway-Niagara Falls, ugh!"
Dave laughed. "Yeah, you're right. All that rain. At least it won't be pouring in New Mexico."
"Oh, David, I know you'll do it!" Lydia said, drying her eyes.
"I'll make plane reservations in the morning," Ray said.
Dave looked at Tracey and grinned. He hated working for his father anyway. It could prove to be fun.
Three days later, Dave and Tracey landed at Albuquerque's Sunport and rented a yellow Mustang. As they checked the map for the highway leading to Santa Fe, Tracey asked her husband what he really thought about his sister leaving her career in New York.
"Well, to tell you the truth, I think it's pretty neat, you know, daring and all that. She gave up a lot of fame and money, but maybe that's not important to her. It never was to me. I just want to be happy and have kids and spend the rest of my life with you."
"Ditto," Tracey winked. She was an attractive girl with curly light brown hair and brown eyes. They made an attractive couple. As Jerri was a stunning woman, her brother was a handsome young man. He was tall and dark and had a boyish quality that made him seem younger than he actually was. He was twenty-three but he could easily have passed for eighteen.
"Well, we're off," Dave said, fastening his safety belt.
"I'm excited," Tracey said, looking out the window into the New Mexican sunshine as the car sped off up the highway.
Carol had finished washing the breakfast dishes, and came into the yard behind the house to help Russell and Jerri fix the fence. Russell was hammering nails into the pieces of wood as Jerri held them in place. Carol greeted them and took hold of one of the boards, relieving Jerri.
"Thanks, Carol Wow, this kind of work I've never done. Feels good though. And with the organic foods we've been eating, well be the healthiest trio on earth."
"Horniest too, Jerri!" Carol said. Russell and Jerri turned to look at her. "Oh, I mean I'll be the horniest. Hell, you two have been getting it on every night since I've been here and I haven't had so much as a feel from any guy!"
Russell and Jerri laughed. So Carol knew! They could hardly have expected her not to know, but still it came as somewhat of a shock to them.
"Just think how great it's gonna be when it does happen!" Russell kidded, still hammering at the fence.
"Yeah, but it had better happen soon or I'll be fucking that hammer one of these days," Carol giggled.
Russell stopped pounding and took the shaft of the hammer and placed it between Carol's legs. "That might be fun," he said, looking into her eyes.
Carol looked at Jerri, for approval of some sort, wondering if there would be any jealousy if she pursued the conversation. Jerri was calm. She smiled.
Russell withdrew the hammer from Carol's crotch and placed his hand there instead. She lifted one leg as she held on to the fence, and he rubbed her crotch with his large hand. Jerri moved behind Russell and wrapped her arms around him, placing her hands on his zipper. In a second she opened it and his long soft cock fell from his pants. She took it in her hand as Carol looked down and gasped. "Wow, you're big," she said, feeling his hand pressing against her pussy.