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The Woman I Love
Cabin On The Lake
by G. S. Binkley
© 2001 Binkley
Synopsis: The Woman I Love is about a beautiful television star on vacation with her family who meets a writer who in turn challenges and changes her life forever as she finds true love in a cabin on the lake.
Sexual Content: F/F partners with implied
F/M relationship
Code:
L: Love between two people with kisses, embraces and tender moments.
LS: Love scenes described in more detail, involving scenes of lovemaking.
ES: Explicit love scenes.
· This story is rated: LS
· Uber Fiction (Alternative)
Chapter Two
With the deadly aerosol can in hand, Gage Ballant rushed back inside the
cabin, jumping over the couch toward the ringing telephone only to knock it
further away. Scrambling on the
floor, Gage grabbed the phone, now out of breath, answered it.
“Hello.”
“Are you training for a marathon, being chased or just clumsy, as
usual?” Straightening back up, Gage smiled at the familiar voice greeting her.
“I am not clumsy.” Gage
strongly denied the ribbing that was being served.
“Surely, it can’t be the only other thing I’m thinking of because
you’re up there alone, right?” The voice on the telephone taunted.
“Very funny.” Gage
frowned. “And for your information, it’s chasing.”
“I wish I was there to see who was doing the chasing… is it you or
the same geese that were after you a few weeks ago?”
The sound of laughter echoed through the telephone recoiling Gage to
remember the unpleasant thought that fleetingly crossed her mind of being chased
by a flock of geese.
Gage jumped up, with the telephone in one hand and a can of wasp killer
in the other, determined to take her avenge on the wasps that had decided to
take up residence on the front porch. “It’s
a good thing you’re not here. I’m
in pursuit of your favorite insect. You
know the ones that chased you around
mercilessly until you were stung, swelling up like a balloon.”
Gage said letting her lighthearted laugh drift through the telephone.
“Hey, I’m allergic to wasps.”
The unpleasant memory caused Mark to shift uncomfortably in his leather
chair. He picked up an antique pen,
tapping it on his equally antique desk. “Remember
where I left the EpiPen just in case you end up getting stung.
It can be deadly,” he added seriously.
Running her hand nervously through her short blonde hair, Gage was
immediately upset with her teasing words to her friend and now partner, Mark
Calico. When Mark offered his cabin
for Gage to write a new screenplay, they came up together to check the place
out. The very first day Mark was
stung and would have died if he had not already known he was allergic to wasps
and always carried EpiPen with him, also having a spare at the cabin just in
case. EpiPen stopped the
inflammation that spread throughout his body upon being stung; which started to
shut down all his major body functions.
“Sorry, Mark.” Gage
apologized then offered. “I don’t
think I’m allergic though.”
“Have you ever been stung?”
“I don’t remember really.
I don’t think so.” Gage
was now more than ever determined to eradicate the vicious little creatures that
had caused her friend harm.
Sensitive to his friend’s regret, Mark changed the subject and asked. “How’s the story going?”
With keen green eyes, Gage took careful aim and sent a direct hit,
flooding the wasp’s nest, saturating it with the deadly spray.
The aerosol can had a spray distance of up to twenty feet so Gage was
safely tucked just inside the cabin door. “Great,
actually, almost finished with it. Needs
some editing though and you’ll have to read it.”
“If it’s anything like the first one, then were in business.” the
CEO of Calico Corporation, a worldwide network, said as he gazed out his 70th
floor high rise office window to the New York streets below.
“Listen, Mark, are you sure you want to venture into film making.
I mean, for me, it’s a chance of a lifetime, but you have so many other
businesses and things.”
Mark gently cut Gage off. “Those
other businesses were handed over to me by my grandfather. I want to do
something on my own. That’s why I
was on that board to judge the screenplay competition.
Its always interested me and… I found myself a great writer on top of
it.”
“Oh, really, are you seeing another writer behind my back?”
Gage pretended to pout. “Because
if you are, I’ll just call up that same grandfather and have him yank his
grandson by the ear. You know, he
likes me.”
“He loves you.” Mark
corrected her, thinking fondly of his grandfather who still lived in England at
the ripe old age of 90. “No,
you’re the only writer for me.”
“You may want to reconsider after reading my screenplay.”
Gage felt confident it was a good story, but this was, after all, a new
style of writing for the three times published author.
“I doubt that. By the way,
your latest murder/mystery book just hit the top ten.”
Having taken over Gage’s writing contract to publish her work, Mark’s
new company, Shadow Publishing, had its first bestseller.
Pre-occupied by the news of her book’s success, Gage lost sight of a
renegade wasp making a beeline for her. Before
she could secure the door, the little bugger slipped inside the cabin.
A trained eye tracked the wasp curling busy circles through the living
area. “Great news.
But I gotta go. The enemy has infiltrated the encampment and I’ve got a
seek and destroy mission at hand.” The author chased after the intruder barely
hearing Mark’s farewell as she spied the wasp fly into the master bedroom
landing on the king size bed. Flipping
the telephone on the couch, she declared all out war. “Oh, no, you don’t.
Not in my bed.”
She slammed the aerosol can on the kitchen counter and reached for her
weapon of choice, yanking if from the side of the kitchen cabinet.
With fly swatter in hand, she stealthily pursued her adversary.
Gage’s sharp eyes surveyed the interior upon entering the master
bedroom. She scanned the area
immediately surrounding the huge bed located in the center of the room.
Upon seeing no unidentified flying objects, Gage gracefully moved to the
edge of the adjoining bathroom entrance. Peeking
around the corner, she searched the room shifting her eyes from the counter to
the large jet tub, next to the glass encased shower and finally checking the
dressing area with no results.
As
Gage stepped in, a buzzing object jetted by her. Twisting around quickly, she stalked the invader out of the
master bedroom into the second bedroom just down the short hallway. The high
cabin ceiling gave the wasp plenty of airspace, circling around one of the two
twin beds placed on either side of the room. “I’ve got you now.”
Gage
leaped up on the twin bed on the right just when the wasp diverted its direction
to the other side of the room. Jumping
from one bed to the other one, she cocked her arm and swatted at the wasp.
Damn, almost.
It
made its escape past the door, taking a direct route though the open kitchen
area, once around the living room then coming to rest on the screen door facing.
“Come on you cagey little thing. Hold
still just a little bit longer.” Arm cocked and ready to strike, the fly
swatter came barreling down on a direct path to its target.
The lucky insect came within inches of its life before it quickly ducked
out a small opening in the screen. When
the fly swatter finally landed, it found no one home.
Gage
pushed open the screen door, green eyes following the wasp on its happy flight
to freedom. The smart wasp had
lived to fight another day. Letting the door slam behind her, the defeated
writer plopped down on the couch spying the discarded telephone.
I don’t think I’ll tell Mark
how this little encounter turned out. It
would pleasure him way too much.
*********************
She
zoomed around the first class cabin in her own flight of freedom.
Dani loved to fly and was desperately encouraging her little brother to
follow suit, but to no avail. The
more she tried the more Derek shied deeper into his mother’s grasp.
Not having been able to reach her mom as they waited for their airplane,
Lacy tried again, successfully this time, connecting with her mother while in
flight. Now, she was having a hard time concentrating on her telephone
conversation with her mother. “Mom,
hold on just a second, will you?” Turning
her attention to her excited daughter, she said.
“Dani, why don’t you come sit down next to me?”
Oblivious to her mother’s gentle command, the self-proclaimed pilot
smiled happily as she continued her flight though the aisle as other passengers
delighted in the rambunctious antics of the young girl.
Her infectious personality and laughter captured the other first class
passengers when she made one more pass by her brother.
“Vrrrroom. Come on, Derek.
Fly like a plane. Fly like a plane.” Dani’s
shoulder length dark hair swayed from side to side while flapping her arms,
dipping them back and forth wildly. Finally,
forcing a reluctant smile from her brother.
Firmly, Lacy drew her daughter’s undivided attention.
“Dani!”
Shoulders plummeted downward crowned by a crestfallen face as Dani
spiraled back to her seat next to her mother. She looked apologetically at her
audience when her performance came to an abrupt halt.
A young steward, witnessing the show, followed her down the aisle.
Before she was even settled in her seat, Dani turned to her mother.
“Can I go get Grace? She’s
way in the back and I’m sure she doesn’t have anyone to talk to.”
Finding it hard to deny her daughter anything, Lacy looked to the steward
for help with the proffered question. “Is
there any way our friend could come up here with us?”
Hesitant, the newly hired steward shook his head slightly while thinking.
“I don’t know, ma’am, if we can allow that. Everyone has their assigned seats and we don’t….”
Dani jumped in before another word was spoken.
“We have plenty of seats up here.
Look. Right there.” Pointing
to the seat directly across from her.
Scanning his nametag, Lacy offered.
“I could pay the difference, if that’s the problem, Tim.”
A brilliant smile accentuated the added,
“Please.”
And the imploring look from the well-known actress settled the issue.
Giving in, Tim agreed. “Sure.”
Shooting up from her seat, Dani grabbed the young man’s hand and bolted
down the aisle in search of her friend. “I
have to go with you since I know what she looks like.”
With a quick glance back to the steward, Dani continued.
“She’s old and has wrinkles all over her face, but she says it gives
her character. I don’t really
know about that though she is rather funny at times.”
Lacy returned to her long forgotten telephone conversation with her
mother. “Oh, sorry, mom.
I guess you heard.”
“She hasn’t changed much, has she? Of course, I could be wrong. What
has it been? Now, let’s see,
almost a whole year since I’ve seen my grandkids.” Lynn Lewis inserted
making her point crystal clear.
“Message received, mom.” With
assurance, Lacy continued. “After
our little vacation, we’ll try to stop by for a visit.”
“Try?” Lynn’s voice housed disappointment. Ever since her actor daughter hit the big time with her
television show, Lynn and her husband, Daniel, had rare sightings of their
daughter and her children.
“Okay. It’s a definite visit then.”
Lacy hoped David wouldn’t object and come up with another one of his
thousand reasons to thwart her plans for a little family time.
With that extracted promise from her daughter, Lynn, perked up.
“Dan will be ecstatic to hear that.
Now, how’s Derek? With all that carrying on I heard over the phone, you
don’t have to tell me how Dani is doing.”
Brushing warm lips across her son’s forehead, Derek smiled at his
mother. “Just fine.
Glad to have his mommy around full time now.”
“Is that the plan?” Lynn
hoped her daughter was sincere. Having
raised five kids, three boys and two girls of her own, Lynn knew the importance
of a mother’s role in their lives. With
the good, steady construction job her husband had, Lynn had the luxury of
staying at home with her children, something not afforded to many moms these
days.
Lacy watched her daughter return with Grace in hand.
As they settled down in their seats, she confirmed her mother’s hopes.
“Yes. At least, after I
get this next movie in. Then I intend to take off a few years. Maybe just do some guest spots or a movie a year.”
“And no more series?” Lynn asked hopefully.
“Certainly not like this last one.
It was too time consuming and exhausting.”
For six years, five days a week and twelve hours a day, Lacy and her
co-star labored to make ‘Crackdown’
the number one rated show four years in a row.
Even in its last two seasons, it stubbornly remained in the top ten. It was time to call a halt before it destroyed her sanity and
worse yet adversely affected the lives of her children.
She realized it had already taken a toll on her kids and her marriage.
So, Lacy simply refused to re-negotiate her contract. Instead, she did commit to
making a movie for the Hollywood mogul, Ron Griffen, with the persistent urging
of her producer husband and with the understanding that she had completed her
commitment to Griffen Studios. “Anyway,
we should have plenty of time for visits in the coming years.”
Satisfied with her daughter’s answer, Lynn changed the subject.
“Honey, why’d you call?”
“I just wanted to hear a friendly voice.”
Her mother picked up the desolate feeling in her daughter’s sad voice.
“Is it David?” Lynn
pinpointed the problem.
With a deep sigh, Lacy admitted. “Yeah,
David. He couldn’t come with us
yet. And, we kinda left it…. bad.”
Targeting in on the frequent problems between her daughter and her
husband, Lynn recognized Lacy’s latest decision to quit the show must have
triggered an even greater distance between them.
David was obsessed with both their careers especially his and, Lacy, once
she had tasted fame realized that not all the flavors associated with it were
sweet. “Honey, I suggest you and David have a heart to heart talk
about your future. Mostly about
what you both want out of a career.”
“We will. Hopefully, next week.” Suddenly not wanting to talk about
this sore issue, Lacy capped the subject closed.
“Anyway….”
The silence that fell between mother and daughter spoke volumes and Lynn
took the hint. “Lacy, if you or the kids need anything, you know who to
call. Okay? You know, your dad and I both love you.”
“I do.” Warmed by her mother’s words, a small smile sparked her
ivory features before it descended quickly after she said goodbye.
While talking gleefully to her old friend, with knowing blue eyes Dani
glimpsed the forlorn expression that permeated her mother’s face.
Ever her mother’s savior, Dani spieled out any kind of nonsense that
would deliberately take her mother’s mind off whatever dreadful thoughts that
plagued her. “Mom, did you know that Grace built airplanes while her husband
flew them in the big one?”
Curiously drawn from her dark musings, Lacy asked.
“Big one?”
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