Kalico 2: Hypnotized & Naked in Hope Springs

Kalico: Naked Butt Against Gym Door

Did that really happen? ~ Wallflower 

Kalico: with Wallflower, at the bend in Johnson Road, Thursday morning

"Well, that was different," I thought out loud as David drove Granny Johnson's tractor and hay rake along the side of Johnson Road toward Granny's house with the "thucka-whakka-thucka-swisha" sound of the hay rake bats turning to toss yesterday's cut grass into a long row so he could bale it later.

Funny, I thought, I didn't notice before how the sound of that rake changes with the speed of the tractor. Funny, I added to my mental notes, how I would notice some stupid detail like the variations in the sound of that rake after a naked encounter with a guy on a dark, lonely road.

Funny, too, I thought, that I notice the smell. So nice, the sweet earthy smell of fresh hay. It smells ... It smells like, ... like David! It smells like David! That is it! David smells like fresh-cut grass, like fresh hay, and I think that might be my new favorite aroma.

Remembering my audience, I called, "you can come out now," to Wallflower. She was still standing in the shadows where we had hidden when we were both naked a short time earlier.

"Girlfriend! You didn't just kiss a guy while you are naked, did you?" Flower asked; or maybe she simply stated it, amazed. "I saw you with my own eyes, so I know you did it but I don't believe it. Wow! Do you think you are going to marry him?"

Flower was wearing the shirt-dress I had tossed to her during our crisis of immodesty. I was, as Flower pointed out, still naked.

"Yes I did it," I told her. "I did it to distract him so you could get yourself into that dress without him seeing you. No, I don't expect I'll be marrying him; at least not any time soon."

"I didn't mean real soon. I mean marrying him ever. Like when we finish school. And, I guess you certainly did manage to distract that poor boy."

"Oh, I don't know about marriage right after graduation. We have nearly four years until we graduate. Certainly it's way too early to think thoughts like that, isn't it? I mean I just met the guy this week. What's it been? Only three or four days now? And he is not a poor boy. Not a boy at all. David is a nice, healthy young man."

"Not quite two days, if you count the hours," Flower said. "And all right I will give you that point, partly. Let us simply call him an unfortunate young man to have come across us that way. Will he ever be the same?"

"Probably not. I was trying to make an indelible impression on him. Serves him right! It is just punishment for showing up the way he did, and not going away. My image will be burned into his brain. You want to count the hours? I met him Tuesday, this is Thursday, that makes it at least three days. Right?"

"Sure, if it makes you happy to count it that way, I suppose," Flower sounded agreeable. "But consider that you met him at mid-day Tuesday, so mid-day Wednesday would have been one day. Today, right now, it's early Thursday morning. You can have your 48-hour anniversary celebration at mid-day today. It will be two full 24-hour days at about lunchtime today."

Then Flower continued, "Yeah, you think it serves him right, what you did to him this morning? From my vantage point, it looked as if he was really suffering from seeing your naked image – NOT!  You have known this guy barely 30 hours and you are already naked-snogging him on dark lonely roads."

"Road, not roads," I corrected her. "Just this once, I did it to protect your modesty, remember. I will not be doing it again. And I will probably give him a major 'What For!' when we meet in town today, with my clothes on. I sort of felt at a disadvantage for proper conversation without my clothes.