Chapter 61: Carole Landry, 28, the Beginning...

Carole sipped her margarita and said, “So, your love life is picking up?”

Kitty’s beaming face was an answer in itself.

Carole rapped a knuckle on her friend’s forehead, “Dish.”

As Kitty gathered her thoughts, wanting to introduce the subject of Rémy Thibodeaux in just the right way, Carole said, “Wait! Is it Jared? Don’t tell me you’re fucking him! Does Mimi know?”

Kitty instinctively knew that it was a good sign that Carole had introduced the subject. And that she should play into it.

“No, it’s not Jared.” She looked down, pretending to be embarrassed, “But I have, you know, um, thought about it.” She nodded to herself, “I mean, it’s natural to think of someone when you see him naked an’ hard an’ everything.”

Carole found the confession to be delicious. Beyond naughty. She once again placed her middle finger on the outline of her pussy and moved it in a finger-fucking gesture, “Do you?”

Kitty was startled at what she thought was obvious, “Acourse. I mean ... when I’m by myself ... an’ ... an’ feeling the urge. Why it’s jess natural — I wanna cum, an’ I cum.”

“Does Mimi know you fantasize about doing Jared?” Carole was finding the little-girl/grown-woman dynamics to be fascinating.

“Uh, acourse. I mean, me an’ Jared, we owe so much to her — all those blowjobs. So I tell her about, you know, my sex life an’ all.”

“Kitty, do you think she’s gonna want you to do it? Someday?” Wanting to be crystal clear because the subject fascinated her, she add, “I mean is she gonna have you fuck Jared?”

Kitty paused, wanting to get her narrative right, “Well, she’s talked about it. Acourse I wouldn’t do it jess because Mimi tole me to.”

Carole looked at her sharply, “Are you sure about that?”

“Um, pretty sure. I mean, maybe.”

Carole nodded to herself knowingly. She would have to have a private talk with the little girl the next time she came by to blow Richie. This was turning out to be a fascinating day.

Kitty felt it was time to follow Ray-Ray’s next instructions, “But Jared is jess a ... jess an innocent fantasy — like a pretend lover.”

“Uh huh.”

Kitty leaned forward, “In real life, I got me a new man.” She couldn’t wait any longer, “Rémy Thibodeaux!”

“The chief is fucking you?”

Kitty nodded proudly, “Yes ma’am. He let me stay all night. An’ the other day, he let me suck him off in his office!”

Carole was mildly impressed. Rémy was part of the Sausalito elite. Almost on a level with Kate Broussard.

“How is he?”

“Real good, Carole, real, real good. He’s like forceful. He sees what he wants and he jess takes it. Rémy Thibodeaux gets you in his house — you are flat his. He does whatever he wants to you.”

“Huh.”

Time to strike. Kitty patted Carole on the knee, “An guess what? I tole him you were coming by and he got real interested.”

“In me?”

“Yes ma’am. You kin tell when a guy has pussy on his mind.”

“Me? Are you sure?”

Kitty, careful not to overplay her role, dropped her voice to a whisper, “Hon, he asked me for your number. But I tole him I had to check with you first.”

Carole was tempted. Her ex and that little tart... “Okay, give it to him.”

“Now?”

“Why not?”

Kitty thought fast. She figured this was an exception to the rule — she didn’t have to check in with Ray-Ray. But she’d call him as soon as Carole left to bring him up to date.

A minute later, Kitty grinned and handed Carole her cell.

“Hello, Rémy, this is Carole Landry.”

Carole was intrigued by his presumption, “All night? Whoa, you don’t waste any time. Let me think ... no, tonight isn’t convenient for me.”

Kitty looked at her, astonished.

“Sorry, tomorrow is out too. But Friday works.”

Kitty breathed a sigh of relief.

Carole, “City Dock at 8. I’ll be there. You’re welcome, Rémy.”

Inspiration struck Kitty. “Carole, Richie could spend the night here. You know — like a sleepover with Jared.”

“That could work. I’ll send him over for supper. Wait, there’s only that one bed in Jared’s room.”

Kitty shrugged, “So? If Richie doesn’t want to share, Jared kin sleep on the couch.”

“Jared won’t mind?”

Kitty was genuinely startled, “You kidding? With Richie here? Richie kin have my bed, he wants.”

Carole was beginning to picture her son as Kitty did. And, apparently, as Jared and Mimi did too. Interesting.

Kitty, “Say! You want I should have June send Mimi over? She could blow both boys.”

Carole laughed, “Yeah, do that. Will June let her spend the night?”

“Oh, acourse. Long as I’m here — you know, an adult.”

Carole looked at her friend, wondering who really would be the adult in the room. Well, she’d ponder that later on. Probably ask her son what he thought of the dynamics in the Arceneaux household.

That Friday, June had wanted to spend the night at Kitty’s too. Richie Landry, imagine that! But Ray-Ray had nixed it, “Too much pussy all at once. But tell Kitty that Richie can fuck her if he wants.”

“God, lucky her.”

“Tell her not to push him — just to be available if he asks.”

That evening at Kitty’s, even Mimi was on her best behavior. Naked, of course, but deferring to Richie.

Kitty was a little flustered as she waited for her guest to arrive. She tried on three different outfits until Mimi told her, “Jess wear a tee, Kitty — I’m gonna have you naked if Richie okays it.”

“Acourse, acourse.”

Richie Landry, as he’d been raised, as he always was around adults, was polite. “Thank you for having me, Mrs. Arceneaux, It’s very kind of you.”