2 November 2012
"The Box 2 - More Shit. Tonya, Lia & Beatrice. In Chicago, Illinois. The Loop" {Story 2}
Written by Damond Foster Gardner (2009) In Matteson,Illinois _______________________________
There was nothing before the bright flash, other than silence. But prior to that there were loud moaning. The moanings that nothing more than erotic fulfilment could cause. Many men have boasted about bringing every woman they have ever had to a sensation such as this, but gentlemen, let's be honest for once, that is only a lie we keep giving life to. What these women felt was something a living being could never accomplish. These women were so damn enthralled with their actions they were unaware of what happened to them and the world that they once were a part of.
Two days ago three friends were going on a leisurely trip to the white sand beaches of Tahiti in order to spend "girl time" together, just as they have for the past six years since graduating from UIC. Most men saw the trio as a group of stuck-up women, though highly desirable, who would not give the time of day to your average blue collar working stiff. Little did those men know, all they need do was smile, say hello and be themselves. There was at least an 85% chance any one of the trio would show interest in that man. The ladies were not desperate, just a bit on the nymphomanical side. Tired of only having men of their own intellectual and financial status the trio were not on a hunt for. They wanted "Mr. Regular Class".
~~~~~~~~~~Tonya; the 5'3", 122lb, perfectly proportioned sista who could make a gay man rethink his sexuality, as well as many hetrerosexual women for that matter.~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~Lia; the taller than you would think a Japanese woman would normally be (6' even. Her father is a black man, nearly 7' tall himself, which probably accounts for her stature) with sultry smoky grey eyes and a body as equally desirable as Tonya's.
~~~~~~~~~~Beatrice; The curator. Bea, if you're her friend, otherwise her government name. 5'9"' statuesque and quite physically enviable to more than a small portion of the women who have ever seen her. Naturally with the exception of her two close friends. On most occasions.~~~~~~~~~~
It was a surprisingly pleasant spring day in Chicago, unseasonably warm for early March, 78 degrees. Plenty of activity along Navy Pier. Numerous families, couples and singles walking North Beach. Birds singing and coffee drinkers consuming uncountable pounds of freshly ground beans from exotic growing grounds around the world. The large metallic "Bean" sculpture, "Cloud Gate"(which is actually supposed to be a cloud according to the artist who created it. But to the city dwellers it's a bean.) on Michigan Avenue gleams dazzlingly because of the cloudless sky not filtering the suns rays.
A few blocks away on State and Lake streets at the CDT station Tonya steps off the crowded Red Line train and onto the platform becoming cought up in the histle and bustle of humanity heading towards the turnstile like the incoming high tide of Lake Michigan. All she had going through her mind during the moment was (why the hell do we have to meet at Macy's of all places when we all live in the burbs?). But each month they took turns choosing the rendevous were the trio would congregate in order to discuss their once a month weekend getaway. Since 2 thirds of the group is always in the dark of the location of the trip, per a pre-arrangement, this month the one who is not shrouded in mystery is Lia.
As Tonya was making her exit from the el station, Beatrice was closing the door of the taxi she just stepped out of and appeared to be a bit ticked to Tonya. "Damn girl, what's wrong with you, someone pissed in your purse?" Tonya asked her friend while giggling. Ha effing ha five footer. Tony Scofield is waiting for you at "Jokes And Notes." replied Beatrice to one of her best friends in the world. There were days when it didn't take too much to piss Beatrice off, and it seemed to Tonya that this gorgeous day may just be one of them.
"Girl that asshole cabbie thought just because I caught his cab and had to smell his funky immigrant ass he deserved a ten dollar tip for driving me five damn blocks. I know that gas isn't cheep but it's not my responsibility to fill his tank. Shit, he better ask George-punk-ass-Bush for some extra. I didn't cause the price to rise." typical Beatrice, she can't stand Bush. And as far as she's concerned he's the blame for everything going wrong. Not only in this country but numerous others as well. At that exact moment Tonya's cell phone began singing in her purse) some obnoxious ring tone she had downloaded from an alternative rock web site which her two compatriots never understood why). Retrieving the s all piece of every modern techno-crap from the dungeons she called a purse, Tonya looked at the caller ID display screen prior to answering the modern marvel. It was Lia. Immediately she flipped open the clam shell and depressed the green "send" button in order to answer her friend's call. "What's going on?" asked Tonya. "Walking down the street, looking at you and what appears to be an agitated Bea. Who pushed your ass over the edge this time?" Lia inquired. A cab driver of some undertimined origin." came Tonya's response. "Damn, that chick needs to stop riding cabs, something always seems to twist her Vicki Secrets in a knot whenever she rides one. Hell, she may as well ride a damn public bus. The end results might be the same but at least she'll save enough money to have her thong extracted from her ass afterwards." Tonya couldn't help but to laugh at Lia's remark about her friend. "What are you laughing about?" Bea asked.
"Oh, nothing that could interest you, queen of contempt." replied Tonya with a smile curving the right corner of her mouth.
"You're on the phone with Lia and she's talking smack as usual isn't she?" Tonya responded. Bea came back with, "I know when you two are talking, espically about me. Little do you know, the two of you are not that damn clever. I've always known when I was the topic of your conversation, since our first semester at UIC. said Bea.
"Hello, I'm still on the line. Hello Tonya, remember me." Lia said sort of quickly.
"Sorry Lia, you know who was giving me her old yip yap about the first semester." Tonya said, explaining her lack of attention to Lia.
"When is that girl going to come up with something new to throw at us? Anyway hang up, I'm about ten yards behind the two of you." Lia said and disengaged the call. The other two women turned around and saw their friend waving at them and they waved in return. When the trio were together they hugged one another, remarked about each others outfits, hair and nails then strolled towards their meeting place in Macy's to browse around and talk about their getaway for the month. After looking around for half an hour the group decided to grab numerous magazines (mostly from clothing companies, a Newsweek and some obscure mail order company) and a little gift. Tonya and Bea began to simultaneously as Lia where she had planed for the trio to go this year. Since the two women began speaking at the same time, Lia called them tweetle de and tweetle dum. "Ha fucking ha." was what came from Tonya's mouth.
"I have come up with a place that I done quite a bit of studying of for three months. Neither of you have ever heard of this place, but I really think that we will all love it." Lia said to her wondering two friends.
"Ok Miss. I'm Not Hurting For Any Money, where the hell are we going?" asked Bea. And Lia was not hurting for any money at all. Her parents had left her with forty two million dollars. Tonya and Bea weren't broke either, they both had millionaire fat bank accounts as well.
"Papeete." answered Lia. "Pappa what?" asked Tonya. "No, not Pappa what, Papeete." responded Lia.
"Ok, but where the fuck is that funny sounding to me place located?" Tonya asked her good friends.
"I do not know, Lia came up with this getaway location not me. I am just as curious as you are Tonya." Bea said to Tonya.
Lia felt good that she came up with a destination neither of her pals knew absolutely nothing about. She figured it would be very nice since they knew nothing about the whereabouts of Papeete.
"It's on the French Polynesian island of Tahiti." Lia said to her friends while smiling.
Lia told her best friends what she knew about Papeete for about thirty-four minutes. Bea and Tonya were both stunned, they never thought Lia would come up with such a destination in their wildest imaginings. Plenty of warmth and sunshine (even though this March was the warmest the city has in quite sometime the temperature was going to plunge back into the normal range for this time of the year. And in these parts that ment between 28 & 45 degrees), miles of white sand covered beaches and no hustle and bustle bullshit. The two women looked at their friend and all three of them shared the same world's greatest Christmas gift look.
"I think we need to be looking for bikinis ladies because I have a feeling not much else will be required for the next few upcoming days." said Tonya.
"Well damnit, let the shopping spree begin girls." exclaimed Bea very enthusiastically. And did the trio shop. Withih a thirty-seven minute time span the trio spent $1,846.39. Yet they were still not finished procuring wanted and needed items for the upcoming trip. $1,700 and 2 1/2 hours later the women were ready to call it quits. Then realized, after the fact, many of their purchases were things that would not be going to Tahiti but to events within the Chicagoland area. Many of which they loathed attending but decorum called for their presence. After the
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