Claire envisioned a grand, beautiful entrance to her club. She wanted to brag about her new ring, Wyatt, Julie, Heidi, three new daughters, her friends, her family, and Otter Rock. She had money; she had style. The sex burned hot, loving, and satisfying, and when Wyatt, Julie, or Heidi held her, Claire felt like dancing with wings that flew her through egg-blue skies and luxurious puffy clouds that she hadn’t noticed before. For the first time in her life Claire had become truly, totally, magnificently in love with her life and she wanted to show it off. When they arrived at Grand Ennui, she wanted every boy that had ever treated her rudely or mean to be there while she smugly paraded in front of them what they had lost. She wanted to confront that bastard Roland with Wyatt at her side and say, “Try to hit me now and see what happens!”
So, everyone loaded into the Cadillac, waved at Erin and Trish in the driveway, while Claire gleefully drove with the top down, towards Jeremy and Thomas’s house in the hills overlooking Newport on the way to Paris.
Sometimes the stars align just right in a man’s libido when he looks at a woman. A curve here, or a fold of material there, or a hint of something warm and soft underneath combined with a jiggle or a wiggle and a man suddenly develops an urgent need to express his affection.
That afternoon, as they were climbing into the Cadillac, Heidi noticed Wyatt couldn’t take his eyes off her loosely hanging full blouse. Heidi knew for sure something glimmered on the horizon when Wyatt insisted that they both sit in the back seat of the Cadillac during the drive to Newport. Claire, disappointed, wanted him next to her when she BLTed the entire car to Paris, but felt better when Wyatt assured her that he would change seats at Thomas and Jeremy’s house. Julie, however, remained a little suspicious.
While Wyatt sat next to her, Heidi responded to the flirting glances Wyatt gave her by casually massaging her breasts. As Claire merrily drove south on the Coast Highway, the fingers of Wyatt’s nearest hand grazed Heidi’s outer hip and lingered.
“Thank God for mini-skirts,” whispered Heidi. She slid herself close to Wyatt and guided his hand underneath her skirt. It didn’t take long before pretty little Heidi wanted more.
A few minutes after turning onto the highway, Claire glanced into the rearview mirror.
“Mon Dieu, Julie,” exclaimed Claire. “Wyatt and Heidi have disappeared!”
Struggling in her seat belt, Julie turned around and saw Heidi laying on top of Wyatt on the floor with her bottom moving. That, plus her underwear hanging on one leg, told Julie everything she needed to know.
“Oh shit,” said Julie. “Quick. Find somewhere to pull over so we can put the top up.”
Slowing, Claire took a right into a large, almost empty parking lot. She drove to the center and after the car came to a halt; she turned off the engine. Then Claire turned around to see what had happened while Julie pushed the button to extend the top.
“You tricky little German slut!” exclaimed Claire. “I should’ve had you drive so I could sit in the back seat.”
Heidi, excitedly riding into the distance on her shiny fun Wyattmobile, gave Claire the finger.
Julie patted Claire on the shoulder. “Come on,” said Julie, chuckling. “Let’s take a walk. It’s obviously a medical emergency.”
Claire exited the car and joined Julie on the other side, who stared at the building adjoining the parking lot. Julie pointed.
“Claire, do you know that we’re in the parking lot of the Exceptionally Martyred Holy Body of Christ Evangelical Church?”
“Merde,” exclaimed Claire. “Trish Goodbody’s church? The lady getting drunk in the driveway with Erin?”
The front doors to the church opened and a plump woman emerged reverently cradling a large Bible. The lady spotted Julie and Claire. Waving, she surged towards them. Julie and Claire walked quickly towards her to make sure they put some distance between her and the Cadillac.
“Hi, I’m Evelyn Goodbody,” said the lady, holding her hand. “I recognize you. You’re Julie Ardennes, and you must be Claire. Trish said she had visited you.”
“So, you are the Reverend Goodbody’s other wife?” asked Claire inquisitively. “Trish never said he had two wives.”
Evelyn covered her mouth as she twittered. “Oh my, goodness no,” she said. “I am his sister. The reverend is inside reading the good book.”
“Le Kamasutra?” said Claire.
Julie gentle nudged Claire with an elbow.
“No, The Holy Bible,” responded Evelyn “Is Le Kamasutra a holy book?”
“It’s a picture book that illustrates the best parts of the Bible,” said Claire.
Julie again gentle nudged Claire with an elbow.
“The title sounds so spiritually uplifting,” gushed Evelyn. “I’ll recommend it to the reverend.”
“It would definitely be a new and uplifting experience for your brother,” commented Claire. “Mademoiselle, allow me to send you a copy of the French version. It has a lot more uplifting illustrations in it than the English version.”
Julie couldn’t contain herself any longer and had to walk away.
“What’s wrong with Julie?” asked Evelyn.
Claire smiled sweetly. “Probably just a little gas.”
“So why are you two here?” asked Evelyn. “Are you feeling in need of guidance?”
Julie, more composed, interrupted. “No. Not yet. Our car overheated, and we needed to let it cool down. You know how these older models can be.”
Evelyn looked at the Cadillac swaying. “You might want to take it to a mechanic and get that fixed.”
“No need to fix it.” Claire smiled. “We like it exactly the way it is.”
The Cadillac stopped swaying.
“Looks like your car has finally cooled off,” said Evelyn.
“Time to go!” announced Claire.
Evelyn smiled at Julie. “Why don’t you two stick around?” asked Evelyn. “We have a Bible study class starting in an hour? We’d be glad to have you attend. The Reverend Goodbody’s topic tonight is the story of Jezebel, and the misuse and over-dependence of sex in society.”
“Sorry, but no thanks,” said Julie politely. “We have other commitments.”
Claire turned towards the Cadillac.
“But we’ll pass it on to Heidi,” commented Claire. “She might want to learn about God’s plan is for wanton, overly sexed promiscuous women?”
Forty feet away the Cadillac briefly and indignantly swayed one last time while Julie and Claire smiled.
When they arrived at Jeremy and Thomas’s house, Wyatt positioned himself between Claire and Julie in the front seat.
Clare honked the horn.
While they waited, Wyatt slowly stroked his index fingers along the two lovely inviting legs next to him.
“You two smell wonderful tonight,” commented Wyatt, smiling slyly.
He kissed each of them on the neck. “And I’m not talking about your perfume.”
Claire honked and honked and honked.
Finally arriving, Thomas and Jeremy plopped themselves in the back seat, with a grinning, happy Heidi in between. Thomas adjusted himself into the upholstery and exhaled a very satisfied… “Mmmm, Jeremy! Somebody has been keeping the seat warm for us.”