Friday...

Simple. Quiet. Intelligent. Hard working. Unassuming. Good listener. These were the words most of her acquaintances would use to describe Jayne. She cared about people and they knew it ... and often took advantage of her kindness. People would look right past her until they needed something, or someone to care about their lives. Most of the time Jayne didn’t mind. She, indeed, was all of those things ... on the outside. Of course, the inside, well that was a different story altogether. Inside she was teaming with life. Wanting to explore anything and everything that passed her by. She loved the forests ... trees specifically. Nobody except those extremely close even knew that she had any interest at all in trees. Most of her friends hadn’t known her long enough to really understand her. This fact often brought her to the need to find “Jayne time”. Time for things she liked to do. Time for things she liked to explore. Time for things she liked to indulge herself into. Sexual things.

The day started out ordinarily enough. She had people who relied on her, waiting for her to get her day started so they could carry on with their lives. She had a long “to do” list that was already scheduled for the entire day, and none of the things on that list were for Jayne. So, she set out that morning to take care of all the things her friends needed her to do. While it did give her a sense of accomplishment, it also made her sad. None of the things on the list were even remotely related to things Jayne liked, or even wanted to do.

So as she checked off the list, each task taking several hours, she soon realized it was nearing the end of the day. She found herself back at her place, ready for a long hot shower, then on to a nice TV dinner, then she would settle down and surf the web looking for really witty memes to post.

The shower was the first thing on the Jayne list. Showers could be fun ... with the right motivation. She had motivation alright. In the form of toys ... slippery, vibrating, wiggling toys that often left her breathless. Once in the shower, Jayne was lost inside her mind, using the toys to explore every crevice of her body. She didn’t really think about her body. She didn’t think about her 40DD breasts that swayed underneath the shower head, dripping with soapy water as she felt one of her fingernails lightly glide across her left nipple. She was lost in the ecstasy of a story she’d read, a sexual story, a story of explicit detail that she soon found herself mirroring in her own shower ... using her toys.

Suddenly she thought she heard a door close. She quickly turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. Nosey neighbors were notorious for barging in whenever they needed something, but Jayne didn’t want to be caught in the shower as that was her private time. She quickly dried off and slipped into her PJ’s, which consisted of some jogging pants and an old Rolling Stones tee shirt she’d gotten back in the late 80’s when she saw The Stones. That was long before they all needed walkers to get on stage. Not really, but that was how she saw life. Able to do or not able to do. All or nothing. She thought about it some more. Maybe she was wrong about The Stones.

She opened the bathroom door and asked who was there. No answer. She could have sworn she’d heard a door close. Again she asked who was there. Still no answer. She decided it was probably just someone outside playing in the yard and perhaps they’d thrown something that hit the side of her house. It had been known to happen before. She settled it in her mind that must be what happened. She headed for the kitchen to make quick work of the TV dinner in the microwave. After that, she headed off to the bedroom to surf the web. She spent an hour finding the most intelligent memes and drifted off to sleep.

Saturday...

Jayne had set her alarm for 8:00 a.m. She didn’t really know why, she had no place to be on this particular day ... which was odd since normally Saturday was the day everyone in her neighborhood went in to town. Evidently, nobody needed her for their trip into town. She didn’t mind though. She had made plans to go to a local walking trail and identify some of her favorite trees. Jayne did love trees. They were big, firm, and full of life. This made Jayne feel warm, especially when she backed herself up to a tree and wrapped her arms around backward. Of course, the strength of the tree made her tremble a bit as she arched her back and stood on the balls of her feet. She hoped nobody was looking in these special moments. Today, she hoped to find several trees, although not necessarily native to this particular wooded area. Her hopes were always high and even if she didn’t find a Japanese Maple, she would almost always find a good sized Weeping Willow tree to inspect and document. Jayne always believed that if you set a goal, but have a backup plan, you’d always feel satisfied.

She drove to the hiking trail about an hour from her house. She never noticed the black van that had followed her almost the entire way. She parked in the lot and noticed there weren’t many other vehicles around, in fact, there was only one other vehicle and it was parked at the other end of the lot. While that seemed strange to Jayne, she chalked it up to people having too many choices with shopping, sports, television, and other things Jayne never cared for. It was sad that people didn’t spend time in the outdoors more than they did. But, today was the perfect day for spying on trees, so she set out on her hike to expore this new trail she’d found on the internet.

She’d walked about a half hour into the woods and was finding some really nice strong trees, lively, tall, broad, and full of leaves. This sent a tingle down Jayne’s spine ... Jayne Time! It was happening! This was bliss for Jayne. She spied a large Black Locust tree just off the path. She decided to go inspect it. It was roughly 30’ tall and approximately 2’ wide at the bottom. It went straight up about 12’ and then a side branch jutted out at about a 45 degree angle, while the main branch continued up, slightly off kilter, another 15’ or so. It was the perfect climbing tree, except for the fact that there were no branches for the first 12’. That was no problem for Jayne. She’d spent her whole life climbing trees of all shapes and sizes, plus she always carried some rope with her for just such an excursion. She quickly whipped out the rope and hoisted it up to the split in the tree. She skillfully climbed the rope, looking around to make sure nobody was watching. There didn’t seem to be anyone around, so she continued on up the tree. She was doing well and just about to grab onto the branch that was jutting out, when suddenly her shoe slipped against the bark of the tree, she lost the rope and fell straight to the ground. Two things she’d forgotten; tie the rope around her waist and tie herself off to the tree, and clear everything from around the bottom of the tree. Both were critical and she had done neither as she reflected on them, falling to the ground with a thud as her head hit the log laying conveniently six feet away from the tree, knocking her out completely.