Cathy stepped out onto the beach into a warm sunny day. The villa they were renting on the gulf side of Mexico was on the beach and away from most of the tourists. She passed Owen asleep on a lounge chair next to a girl he picked up on the beach the night before. He came down with Wendy and her not knowing what to expect, but he did expect for more of their together time from the compound. What he found was that the two ladies wanted to sleep and argue the entire trip. Owen got tired of watching them fight, so he went out looking for some fun. This latest piece of fun looked like she might be legal but just barely. She was topless with her leg draped across him just covering his manhood with an empty bottle of tequila nearby. Cathy covered the two in the largest beach towel she could find. Their villa was out of view from most on a beach that while not officially clothing optional it was lacks in enforcing any law, but Cathy didn’t want to take any chances. She was tired of taking chances, and she was sick, but it was morning.
The drive down to the coast was uneventful with Cathy sleeping most of the way. They were in Sam’s 1970 gold Cadillac Deville convertible with the top down. The villa they were going to rent was on the beach with a hot tub and a small pool. Owen took some time off and came with them. He sat in the front with Wendy with the two touching each other when times permitted. Wendy had his shorts down with her hand on him as a car came up next to them with four teenage girls on their way to a spring break type trip. Cathy was awake and saw the reaction of the first girl in the back of the Jeep Liberty. The first reaction to the car then to the naked man being stroked by a woman who was nearly topless. The jeep nearly swerved into them as the passengers erupted in an awe that only teenagers could do at the sight of all of him. Wendy put her foot down, and after a few choice maneuvers she lost the gawking girls and was back to driving and stroking.
That night Wendy and Cathy went to bed early so Wendy could recover from the drive. They lay in bed watching a Spanish language version of The Princess Bride. Out of what seemed like the blue, Cathy asked, “are we doing what’s right or are we just as wrong as the dealers?” Wendy cocked her head saying, “I don’t remember that line from this movie?” Cathy replied, “you know what I mean.” Wendy sighed knowing this question won’t end well. She said, “we don’t kill the innocent.” Cathy said, “I don’t know about that. We hurt a lot of innocent people along the way.” Wendy sighed again and said, “we helped far more than are inadvertently hurt.” Cathy pulled away from Wendy and said, “I was thinking about George. He walked away from a partnership in a large firm to help innocent people get out of jail. He was doing something worthwhile, but we made him a killer, and that led to his death. I was thinking about all the good he could have done.” Wendy said, “George was no saint.” Cathy turned back to her and asked, “how could you say that? He was the only reason you are free.” Wendy got out of bed and poured a shot of vodka from a bottle in a small refrigerator in the room. She came back and drank the shot. She said, “George didn’t quit he was asked to leave and paid well. Think about it. all of his clients were women from a fifty-three-year-old to that seventeen-year-old sent to jail for defending herself during a rape.” Cathy asked, “so what does that matter?” Wendy took in a breath and said, “he slept with all of them.” Cathy growled, “how could you know that?” Wendy replied, “I know because he told me.”
Tracy, back before she took the name Wendy was in a knee-length tan skirt with a white blouse and dark brown short heels. She felt like it had been years since she dressed like a woman and the clothes felt like a costume. None of the guards would look her in the eyes. They knew what she lost in their prison under their watch. At the entrance to the prison, she found a man holding a sign with her name. She followed him to a limousine out in the parking lot. George was in the back with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. Tracy slipped into the back across from George and made sure the partition between the front and back was closed. George asked, “so Tracy, now what are you going to do with your freedom?” She slipped out of her skirt and over into his lap facing him and said, “Tracy? No, Tracy died in that cell. Call me Wendy.” She took the bottle from him and drank straight from it letting the champagne run down her front turning her shirt translucent. She took another drink then kissed George letting the bubbly go from her mouth into his. George asked, “maybe we should slow down a little?” Wendy pulled his pants down and said, “maybe you should just shut the fuck up.”
“We went back and forth for a while until we both saw we weren’t compatible,” Wendy said looking down at the glass in her hand. Wendy said, “he told me about the others including the teenager. He said how he didn’t ask for any quid pro quo, but it still happened, and it cost him his business partnership.” Cathy said, “he didn’t do anything wrong.” Wendy quickly replied, “she was seventeen and just out of jail. For my part, I wasn’t sure if I could feel anything anymore. After they tried to gut me, I thought I might have lost all feeling, so I was afraid to touch myself, so I didn’t. He smelled so good, and I was just ready for something……. well anything good, and he was good.” Cathy looked at the open bottle of vodka on the dresser near the refrigerator and said, “it started with a bottle of that mead he made. You were gone out in the desert for that three-day training, and I didn’t know if I wanted to stay. He talked about all the good he thought we were doing, and I just watched him. Whether it was the mead or the talk I ended up with him and.” Wendy interrupted her saying, “yeah, you and about a hundred other women.” Cathy asked, “how many of them did he knock up?”
Owen could hear most of their conversation from the room he was in next to theirs. He replayed their interactions think about how he never actually went all the way with Cathy, how she was more of a supporting character rather than a featured player. The screaming intensified until one of them stomped out of the room and slammed the door. From their room, he heard, “Owen I know you’re awake and you heard what was said.” Owen got up and walked over to their room. Cathy was sitting up in bed. She patted the bed calling him over. Owen climbed into bed with her. He turned over and said, “wow.” Cathy replied, “yes, wow indeed. I was told I had a better chance to get hit by lightning than get pregnant.” Owen replied, “so maybe you should stay out of the rain.” After he replayed his words he stammered and try to talk, but Cathy said, “don’t worry. I know what you meant, and I know not to read too much into your words.” When the movie ended, he left Cathy in the room and stepped out into the living room and found a blanket and pillow on the couch with his door closed.
The next day Owen found the two ladies in the kitchen like nothing was ever wrong. The couch was softer than the foam cot he slept on in his trailer, so he had no problem sleeping there. Wendy was making scrambled eggs with a mix of peppers both hot and mild along with sausage. He couldn’t tell if there was tension in the room or was that just the smell of the peppers. The eggs were a fiery inferno that stayed with him for the rest of the day. Wendy went into the room she was supposed to be sharing with Cathy to take a shower. Cathy joined her, and soon the fighting was back on. About ten minutes into the screaming the screaming stopped. Owen peaked in and saw the two holding each other in the shower. His only hope was that all that was over, and they could go back to enjoying the vacation. He went back and cleaned the kitchen hoping to take some of that hot pepper smell out of the air. The two ladies stepped out in sundresses that were the reverse of the other. Wendy was in a yellow dress with white flowers and Cathy in a white dress with yellow flowers. Cathy said, “we are going to be gone most of the day so…. I don’t know, go to the beach, have fun.” Owen changed into a pair of board shorts and a tank top. He headed out to the beach.
Wendy and Cathy got in the car and headed to a small beach resort further south. They didn’t tell Owen that this part was why they came to Mexico in the first place. They came to see where an old friend was buried. The ride out was filled with silent tension. They passed a large, lavish hotel with a large swimming pool. Wendy said, “yeah, that’s where it happened.” Cathy stared at the place trying to picture Ruth in a swimming suit standing over David with a gun. Wendy said, “it should have been you.” Cathy just stared. Wendy replied to herself, “I mean you should have been the one to kill that bastard.” Cathy smiled and said, “I know.” From the hotel, they turned west into the country. Out in the middle of nowhere, they found a stone marker that to a passerby would appear to be a property marker and not the tombstone of a serial killer. Cathy walked over to the stone and stared. She said, “it still doesn’t seem real. I wanted this for so long and now……. it just doesn’t feel real.” Wendy said, “we have a shovel.” Cathy said, “no, let’s let the past stayed buried.” She pulled her panties down and off. She then squatted over where the body should be and let a stream of urine go. Wendy said, “the sad thing is he might have liked that when he was alive.”
Owen walked around the beach until he found a spot and sat down. Growing up in the desert, so much water didn’t seem real. Nearby a group of girls was laying in the sun drinking some sort of beer with lime wedges. One of the girls came over with a bottle and sat down next to him. She handed him the bottle and leaned in whispering into his ear, “my friends bet me I couldn’t get you to kiss me.” Without thinking about it, Owen moved in and kissed her on the lips. He heard her friends gasp. He said in Spanish, “I hope that counts.” She looked at her friends then back to Owen and kissed him again knocking him over onto the sand. She left him there laying in the sand a pool of spilled beer from the bottle he was holding. A few hours later and the same girl came over to him. She said, “my name is Ana Maria, but most of my friends call me AM.” She sat on his lap. Owen asked, “can I call you AM?” Ana put her hands on his shoulders and said, “it depends on just how friendly we become, but for now how about Ana.” Owen said, “we seem to already be getting friendly.” Ana smiled and kissed him again. She leaned back and said, “it would help if I knew your name.”
On the long drive back, neither Wendy or Cathy spoke after leaving David’s grave. Cathy sat in the front with Wendy, but she was as far as she could get from her. They pulled into the driveway and Cathy got out. She turned to Wendy and said, “I need some time to think about all this so could you sleep in the other room tonight.” It wasn’t really a question, and Wendy just nodded her head. Neither of them had anything to eat. Cathy took a long bath then climbed into bed while Wendy took a bottle of vodka to bed with her. On her way to her room, Wendy told Owen, “this trip might be ending soon so just be ready.” Owen stepped out onto the patio wondering if this was his last night here in Mexico or maybe he should stay. He heard some splashing and the motors of the hot tub. He found Ana inside the tub. She was topless with her right nipple pierced and an infinity tattoo on the side of her left breast. She had a glass of something clear in her hand. Ana said, “I was wondering if you were ever coming out.” Owen took off his shirt and went to get in when Ana stopped him and pointed to his shorts saying, “take it all off gringo.”
Owen looked down at his shorts then he untied them and let them fall. He slipped into the water and sat across from her. Ana brought him a glass of the same clear liquid. She got into his lap again and smiled. Owen could feel she was wearing shorts underneath the water. Owen took a sip and nearly spit it out. The liquid was stronger than the typical tequila. Ana said, “this is something my papa makes. I guess you would call it moonshine or tequila shine or something like that.” She took a little into her mouth and kissed Owen letting the shine into his mouth. Owen looked at the piercing and the tattoo. Ana took the glasses and put them aside. She leaned in and whispered, “this isn’t like me at all, but there is just something about you.” She got up and pulled her shorts off and got back into his lap. She whispered, “I want you, but not in the water.” Owen said, “it’s hard to explain, but I don’t have my room anymore, so it’s either here or on the couch.” Ana got up and out of the tub. She pulled a large towel off a bench and spread it across a lounge chair and sat down. She patted the lounge then she waved him over. Owen got out of the water and over to her. Ana sat back in the lounge and spread her legs. She said, “this is all new to me, so please be gentle.” Owen said, “we don’t have to do anything you don’t feel ready for.” Ana pulled him closer and said, “but I want you.”
After Cathy covered the two with a towel, she smelled the bottle and pulled it away. She never thought about these boys Wendy would bring to their bed. Most of them didn’t last long, but what did last was their relationship. They had been together ever since the ranch. In many ways, they were the old married couple of the group even though they weren’t married. Neither women liked labels, but now she was about to get a big one, that of mother. She walked out to a bench that overlooked the beach and the gulf. Wendy passed the two on the lounge and walked over to Cathy. She sat down next to her and put her arm around Cathy saying, “I’m sorry about what I said. It was easier to put what happened away by thinking about him like that rather than the man he was. It’s hard not to think it was my fault, he wasn’t built for this kind of work, and I pushed him because he was a good shot.” Cathy padded Wendy’s knee saying, “he was where he wanted to be. He chose to do what he did not you.” Wendy kissed her than her stomach. She asked, “maybe we should step away from our project and focus on our family.”