Chapter 41: Which Is Which

It was 2:50 Wednesday afternoon. Kathy and Mommy were getting ready for special treatment. "I can't believe we have to be completely naked," the usually perky blonde lamented as she rolled her black nylons down her long pale legs. "What are the neighbours going to say?"

"I know, Sweetheart," Mommy rubbed her bare calves which were covered with goose bumps.

"This is just so, so weird," Christi was beside herself with worry. "Look, I'll go watch for the car and you guys just run out when I wave, that way you won't have to just stand there with everybody ogling you."

"No," Mommy shook her head. "Dad said specifically for us to be waiting on the corner. We'd better be there when the car pulls up or it'll be even worse."

"I've got it," Christi snapped her fingers, "you guys wait right here." She quickly ran upstairs.

A moment later Kathy and Mommy walked calmly out the front door wrapped

from the waist down in carefully folded sheets from the linen closet. When they reached the corner they handed their wraps to Christi and stood revealed in all their leggy glory.

A boy rode by on his bicycle. His mouth dropped when he saw the naked women. "Where's your socks?" he yelled as he skidded to a stop and stared at the risqué beauty's ankles.

The blush began on Kathy's cheeks and spread down her chest to her knees. "This is horrible, just horrible," she sobbed and tried to hide behind Christi.

A car horn cut off Mommy's reply. The driver parked the battered black sedan between the women and the staring boy, then got out and opened the trunk. "Ladies," he motioned for them to climb inside. Unlike the luxurious carpeted space Kathy had shared with Christi on the night of their big date, this trunk was filthy, filled with oily rags, tires and various automotive apparatus. "You girls just make yourselves at home," the driver's smile exposed a mouth of crooked and missing teeth, "you'll be spending a lot of time in there between now and Thanksgiving."

The car backfired loudly as it chugged away with Kathy and Mommy riding uncomfortably on top of an ever-shifting junk heap. "This is a nightmare," Kathy reached out for her Mommy in the oily darkness. "What's Grand Dad going to have them do to us. I'm scared."

"That's the point," Mommy replied. "He just wants us to know he can do anything with us he wants and you know what?"

"What?"

"He's right."

The car rumbled to a stop and the driver popped the trunk open. "Let's go," he said, "end of the line." Kathy and Mommy stumbled out onto a cold cement floor. They were covered with motor oil and filth. A big chunk of axle grease clung to Kathy's stomach and completely filled her belly button. "Boy, I bet you two are real cute when you're cleaned up," the driver slapped Mommy playfully on the calf, "I might just have to have myself a piece or two after we're through with your special treatment."