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For my sister, who remembers
the darnedest things.
Louise and Marie
The sisters sat by their parents'
pool in the California twilight. Neither lived in the house
anymore and neither was sorry. But they missed each other.
3000 miles is a long way.
Louise told Marie about her wife and problems
being married to a woman in the rural mid-west caused. Marie
didn't suggest again that her sister move back to more tolerant
Marie took a deep breath and asked her what
she'd thought of the stories she and Nick gave her.
"Were you surprised at how we'd met?"
"Only because I didn't know about computers
and the net. . . . It made me remember that time you got me
to spank you."
"What?!?" said Marie, setting her
glass down too hard. "I don't remember that. You sure?"
Her sister smiled playfully. "I sure
remember it. It was only once. When we were living in the Valley."
Marie flushed as her mind retrieved the memory.
Louise continued, "You were twelve then,
I was nine. I think it was the only time in my life I really
didn't like you at all. You were mean to me and made me feel
so little and uncool."
"Because you were taller than me. I hated
"I'm still taller than you."
"I know, but I'm not twelve anymore."
"Anyway, we made a bet on a coin toss.
If you won I was going to have to make your bed for a week.
You know you made me make your bed a lot."
Marie nodded, hypnotized by the memory, recalling
the thin red shorts she was wearing.
"And if I won, I got to give you twenty-five
whacks as hard as I wanted with a ping-pong paddle. I thought
there was a trick, that you'd get to hit me, so I made you write
the bet down. And you did."
Marie looked Louise in the eye as she paused
for breath. "And then I lost."
"Then you lost. I remember walking back
to the pool-house with you, feeling gleeful. Realizing I was
going to enjoy spanking you. Wondering if you'd take your shorts
and panties down. You were biting your lip nervously. I was
"You were?" Marie looked surprised.
"I was. When we got there you bent over
the bench and I picked up the paddle. I didn't even ask if you
were ready but whacked you once, not too hard - but it was loud.
You didn't even feel it. And you made fun of me."
"I didn't!" Marie looked embarrassed.
"You did! So I pulled your shorts and
undies right down and gave you the rest as hard as I could.
I loved watching you squirm and try not to cry. By the time
I finished I felt sorry for you and I didn't hate you anymore.
That night we even played dolls for the first time in months."
"I don't remember that."
"I do. And that's why what you and Nick
do is no big surprise."
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