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Subject: {ASSM} Mallory by Katie McN (FF, Rom, RP)
Date: Sat,  4 Aug 2001 18:10:04 -0400
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Mallory

By Katie McN <katie@katiemcn.com>

This is my favorite story. I'd love to hear what you think of it. Why
don't you drop me a line at katie@katiemcn.com ;-)

----

Death was final once, but I don't think the Grim Reaper works that
way anymore.


She was a presence across four lanes of traffic. A blonde haired
look of fierce determination. A vision who captured my complete
attention and never once knew I existed. There were other people
there, of course, but I couldn't see them. Not really. Not just then.

"Hey, Mary Kay, see the guy across the street. He's Josh Evans my
ex-business partner. I heard on the street he was moving back to
Wilshire Boulevard so I guess the rumors are true."

How did he miss seeing her?

We were walking back from lunch on one of those 100 degree days
that only happen in California. The kind of day where I would want
to vanish into a some quiet little place like the one my dog always
finds when he takes his mid day nap.

But not today.

I'd signed up a new client who'd probably keep the agency going for
another couple of years and my boss just finished telling me I was
the most wonderful person in the world. I knew he didn't really
mean it, but it was real nice to hear anyway.

"Whose the babe, Al? Is she in the business?" I was waiting for Al
to fill  me in, but he didn't seem to notice her at first. He does know
just about everyone in the LA advertising scene and has a reputation
for being a real nice guy even though A. Jardin et Cie is one of the
most aggressive agencies in the city.

"Oh, her, I think she's Mallory Kane. I heard Josh met her up in San
Francisco and sweet talked the babe into taking a sales job with his
agency. She's a real nice looking girl, but I hear she's a killer when
she goes after an account." He knew a few war stories, and what he
thought was a killer sounded just like a lot of other effective women
who always seem to surprise the guys when they can work a little
bit harder and do just that much more until one day they end up
winning.

Funny, how guys always think of business as a battle instead of
work. Just something fun to do until something different comes
along.

---

When I saw all the advertising people gathered there in one place, I
couldn't help wondering what the bull shit level in Los Angeles
would fall to if a bomb went off in the middle of the room.

"Thanks for letting me tag along with you, Al."

I've never been to an agency open house before and I really wanted
to see how Josh decorated his new shop. I think Al only came to see
if he and Josh could be friends again. Well, you know, anything's
possible.

I was cool, calm and collected. Not.

I'd been planning my outfit for a week and changed my mind a
thousand times. I finally settled on business sexy which works well
in advertising if you pretend you don't notice the guys checking you
out. A whole half day at the beauty shop and not just to have them
fix up my ponytail either.

I didn't think anyone could tell how excited I was to be around all
my heroes and I was kind of surprised that a few of them thought of
me that way, too.

I met a million people that afternoon but I remember talking to only
one.

"Hi, I'm Mallory Kane and I know you're Mary Kay Nichols cause
your reputation proceeds you, my dear. Josh talks about you and Al
all the time." Her voice was a smile that covered me all over with
warmth and tenderness. A sense of mystery and intrigue wrapped
up in fun and beauty.  No smoke and mirrors here, just a real
person, a person just like me.

We got to talking like we knew each other for the last hundred
years. A lot of business of course, but a lot of other stuff as well.
She could buy designer knock-offs for next to nothing and I new
this place where you could get a massage that would get rid of
tensions you didn't even know you had. We had a few names in
common. Some of them we liked and some of them well, you know
how that goes.

"Come on, Mary Kay. Let's get out of here and get a glass of white
wine. I've had enough of these folks for one day."

We were off to the lounge on the first floor of her building. Kind of
a cute place with just enough light to see who you're talking with,
but not enough to give you a tan.

We became friends for hours and hours.

---

"Let's do lunch" really happened for once and we started meeting on
and off whenever we had a chance.

I don't know how it works with men, but women need to have a
special person to confide in and trust. A repository of secrets that
only the two of them know.

We saw each other once or twice a week for almost two years. The
two of us became best friends and every time we met, it seemed like
only a minute or two had passed since the last time we were
together.

November 17th was the day everything changed.

We went from friends to best friends to something we weren't sure
of but we knew we liked it. It wasn't a lateral move either, but a step
up to someplace I'd like to think was just one notch below heaven.

It was my turn to show off and I invited her for some real New
Orleans style cooking.

When I was a kid living in Texas, my mom decided to hire a maid
from New Orleans because the help you'd find in West Texas was
"just too rustic." I didn't know what that meant but I did know I
loved Lucille who taught me how to cook, introduced me to Zydeco
music and looked at life a little differently than most people.

A cowgirl in the big city is a sight to behold.

It takes me all day to cook a meal. First thing in the morning I'm off
to the store to get nothing but the best. I have to use those great big
ole shrimp, hot links made by someone named Zatarain, and a mess
of clams, oysters and lobster tails right off the boat. And, I need
other stuff when I'm making a meal that says a little bit more than
"Are you hungry?" We just had to have some Ribs, Gumbo,
Jambalaya, Black Beans and Dirty Rice. Of course I'd have a little
bit of Jack Daniels sipping whiskey on hand and maybe a couple of
six packs of long neck Hecates. Yes, I still know how to make the
best damn pecan pie anyone ever tasted, too. I didn't figure we'd be
having a bonfire and roasting marshmallows later, but I was ready
just in case.

I never do follow a recipe for any of this. I just know by looking
how much Tabasco to use on the links, how much of this spice to
sprinkle in the crock pot and how many of those vegetables to add
in to whatever's cooking on the stove. I just somehow know a few
of the secrets handed down by all those good cooks from days gone
by.

Sometimes you're in trouble when you have to explain the meal
before you start eating. Mallory was hesitant at first, but she got
into it and made this little girl feel real good when she asked for
seconds and how do you make this and what do you call that?

We found ourselves in the living room drinking Jack and Coke
while we listened to Professor Longhair bang out some down home
music. Somehow that became white wine and Air Supply
encouraging us to do something new and different.

The first real kiss is special. Something you might just remember
for the rest of you life.

"Mary Kay, I don't know what came over me. I just felt like kissing
you and suddenly, well, you know."

Of course I knew, I was there enjoying everything she was giving
away and trying to give back as much as I could.

"Tell you what, Mal. If it bothers you that much I'll just give it right
back to you."

The second kiss lead to the third and the fourth and the many more.
The living room somehow became the bedroom and friends
somehow became lovers.

There's a secret only women know for the most part. It could be that
she plays a tiny bit hard to get at first and maybe she acts like she
didn't really know what she was getting into. But, the real clue is
the underwear. You find a woman wearing a cotton bra and
drawers, you got to figure all of it was a surprise to her. But, if she
has on that sexy little something special, well you know it just
might be that somewhere in the back of her mind she wanted to get
laid and more than likely got real happy when she was.

"Mary Kay, what cute lingerie. You look sooo sexy I can hardly
stop touching you."

Well, I did have my dress underwear on, but not for long. Mallory's
cute little things seemed to have drifted away, too, and now both of
us were able to enjoy each other like a buffet of gourmet surprises.

I touched her breasts and felt the sensation flow to my mind and
then to another place where I keep those special feelings only I can
understand. Her hand was on my neck at first, and then slowly
trailed down my back until I felt a her tiny little hand sneak its way
between the crack in my ass. My tongue searched her mouth and
found a welcome there in that dark place and friendly place. She
pressed her pussy against mine and used both her hands to crush my
sex against her body so hard I thought we would end up as one
person.

I found out that my tongue fit perfectly into her most private places
and she had a special way of trapping it there until all its work was
done. Somehow we could love each other without all the confusion
that sometimes happens when two people make love for the first
time. Somehow we could bring each other to a place where we'd
never been before. Somehow we could do it again and again and
again.

When two women start out as lovers, they have to learn things. We
learned a lot that night and a lot more on all the other nights that
followed.

---

It worked out perfectly.

I had a lot of stuff in my apartment and she had only a few
important pieces in the place she owned. The moving guys didn't
break a thing and it seemed like no time at all until we felt like we
lived in that cute little house on Hillcrest Street forever.


Have you ever been loved? Have you ever been loved
unconditionally by someone who could have anyone and the only
person she wanted was you?

Everyday was a treasure and everyday we loved each other more
and more.

When I had to travel on business, I called home everyday and told
her how much I missed her and how I was longing for the day I
would be back in her arms again. When she was gone the house
seemed empty and barren. Not a home anymore, but a place where I
had to stay until my world was right once more. And when we got
together we would celebrate and forget the hours we wasted apart.
We had everything and so very much more.

A year became two. Three slipped up on us before we even saw it
coming. We were just as much in love when four stopped by that
we welcomed it with open arms.

Well, I guess a person is only allowed so much joy in life and then
something else has to happen.

---

When you get the flu you know it'll be gone in just a few days.
When you're real sick you know it might be the end and you try to
do your best to use your life wisely. But when you don't know
what's wrong, it's hard to understand just exactly what you should
do.

Mal was sick, but the doctors didn't know what was wrong. She was
in the hospital for the third time in a year. Each time it took longer
for her to come out of the coma and each time she was a little worse
for wear. The shine was gone from her hair. She was frail and thin.
Just thinking about things was a bit harder for her than it used to be.
We were together, though, and our love didn't look a bit different to
me.

The doctors finally found out what was wrong, but by then it didn't
really matter any more. When the day came that she died in her
sleep, the cold woke me up to say goodbye. The cold that takes over
a body when the soul has moved on to some other place.

---

Time is very interesting

Somehow time can erase so many of the bad things. And, time can
put a high gloss on something that was kind of ordinary when it
happened a long time ago. It's been like that for me over the years.
I'm convinced we never had any bad times and I can still see my
Mallory standing right there talking once again with a smile that
covers me all over with warmth and tenderness while she waits for
me to join her.

---

When I was a young girl my mother told me marriage was two
people living as one. I didn't know what she meant then, but now I
think I do.


The End


Katie McN <katie@katiemcn.com>

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