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Sunny Day

by Cyan

Copyright 2002 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.

We reached the edge of the wood as I knew we would. I do have a sense of direction despite what Ginny will say when we're out searching for some place and I don't stop to ask directions. The grass ahead of us was tall but as we stood there the view was quite spectacular. Woods, fields, hills, and not a soul in sight for miles. "Well?" I said, turning to my followers.

Ginny frowned at the ground, but I demonstrated that it was easy to push the grass down flat. She looked up and down the border of the wood and led us to a single tree somewhat separated from the wood. "And you're sure you can find our way back?" She asked.

"No problem," I said. Ginny gave me a look suggesting that that remained to be seen but she needn't have worried. We'd cut away from the trail toward where I knew we'd find the edge of the wood and as long as we went down hill we were certain to run into the trail again.

"Here," Ginny said, indicating the spot she'd picked. She pushed the dry grass down and pulled out one of the blankets. Julia, watching her for a moment, followed suit and by the time I had my backpack off, they had the three blankets laid out making a flat area next to the tree. "Who's hungry?" said Ginny, unpacking the food. She gave me the wine and four cups, probably figuring that was a job suitable to my kitchen skills, or perhaps my inclination. I watched as the three of them lay out plates and the bread, cheese, and fruit.

And I wondered at what was actually happening. It had really started a couple of weeks earlier when Ginny had startled me. We'd been at her company's picnic and by happenstance had sat at a table with two young women whom Ginny had told me were interns in some other department. They'd been talking about something when we arrived, their previous night out or something and though they continued their discussion, apparently about night spots, you could tell our presence had made them just a touch self-conscious. Finally one of them stopped and introduced herself as Julia, seeming a touch embarrassed at their having continued their conversation in front of us. She introduced her friend as Emily.

"So," said Julia, apparently trying to make conversation. "What do you two do for fun?"

"We spank young ladies," said Ginny without batting an eye.

Julia sat there, her mouth hanging open. I froze too, even though I had previous experience with Ginny's sense of humor. I didn't catch Emily's expression at that moment but she certainly made no sound. Even though aware as I was of Ginny's occasional impulse to shock people, I was amazed.

Finally Julia started breathing again. "Do--do you belong to a club?" she asked.

"Oh no," said Ginny, glancing at me once as she spoke, "we prefer curious young ladies who have never even given the idea a previous thought."

"How do you find them?" asked Julia. Emily looked like she wanted to sink into the ground.

"Just mention it to them," said Ginny, playing out her role to the hilt. "See how they react. You'd be surprised at the ones whose curiosity gets the better of them."

Julia laughed nervously. "So all you do is bring it up with someone and then ask them?" She looked disbelieving, and perhaps a bit amused.

Ginny said nothing for a moment, simply locked eyes with Julia. Finally she spoke, "How would you two like to go on a picnic with us, say in two weeks?"

I held my reaction in check. I knew Ginny would appreciate my restraint later when I'd be laughing uncontrollably. In the end, we both knew I loved Ginny's audacity. But at that moment, I simply watched Julia.

She held Ginny's gaze for moments and I felt she were testing Ginny. Could this crazy woman really be saying this, right at this public picnic? Emily looked glued to the bench. Julia dropped her gaze, looking down at the table, then raised her eyes back to Ginny's. "We could pick you up about 10AM," added Ginny.

"That's crazy," said Julia, finally with a little smile.

"10AM," said Ginny. "Just give me your phone number." She pulled pen and paper out of her purse and sat there ready to write. Julia said nothing. "It's just your phone number," said Ginny. "Nothing more."

Ginny had told me about the phone call after she made it. No, I hadn't actually laughed with Ginny once we left that company picnic; I'd been too busy wondering how far this little act might go. "She didn't say anything to stop it," said Ginny. I saw she was thoroughly amused. She didn't seem to mind the fact that I was too confused to join in her amusement.

Then on the appointed morning as we packed the car and Ginny got the girls' addresses, Ginny showed me something. A stick. My question remained unspoken but Ginny heard it. "I found it on the Internet," she said. "It's a cane."

And so, finally the four of us sat on those blankets. ...

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