Chapter 55: The Bad Seed
The six young women exited the Gothic style church a little after 11:30 am. Mass was wonderful for the priest still performed the services in Latin. This was a plus for Jane as she spoke and read Latin a required subject at her Catholic school, though now that every church was converting to native tongue Mass, the Latin requirement was being almost for this year's Freshman class. Though the benediction and prayers had been in Latin, the sermon and hymns were in French. So while everyone was singing 'Ava Maria' in French. In Jane's defense, she was singing in Italian, just to be contrary.
Yvette commented as the girls left the church, "Well, we found out something out Jane couldn't do. The girl can't sing a lick."
Jane puffed up; the modest model had always thought she had a singing voice. So, the hurt brunette responded, "I sing in Italian, because I only know it by heart in Italian. When we get home I'm going to take French lessons. If I'm going to be coming here so much then I have to learn the language."
Maura took her lover's arm playfully and grabbed it with both hands and said, "Darling, I love you dearly, but you cannot sing. I have never had the heart to tell you. You love singing so much, but a braying donkey had more ability singing than you do."
The tough gangster was hurt and her face showed it. Maura felt back, she had not meant to hurt her sensitive girlfriend. Sometimes the honey blonde forgot the physically tough brunette took things very seriously and very personally.
For a person, who could and has beaten men senseless and killed without mercy, the tough Italian was very sensitive and emotional. Maura was not an emotional being; the young teen was very … clinical. The sweet innocent girl analyzed every aspect of every situation or problem, which was a good thing and a bad thing.
The bad thing is some things need no analyzation and other things need extensive analyzation. Jane always has to inform Maura when she is over analyzing something. It is the only way the formally isolated teenager has learned to even think about how much analyzing is too much and how much is enough. This situation is a perfect example. Is the honey blonde overanalyzing the situation? Should she stop analyzing and start talking to the tall Italian about her being oversensitive? Or did the inexperienced teen miss something again?
While still holding her young lover's arm, the loving blonde whispered, "Honey, you are overreacting. We are just teasing you. I am sorry you have found something for which you are not good. However, think of all the things for which you are good. Much more important things, like helping others, protecting the weak and especially those you love and my favorite, loving me."
Jane shook her head at the innocent young woman and remembered that the exasperated brunette was dealing in essence with an emotionally underdeveloped child. The tall Italian forgot sometimes that Maura didn't even understand what she said, much less the implications of what she was saying. As a result many times, the lovely model would have to explain the young blonde's words to her. Hence, Jane whispered in reply, "I'm not upset with the teasing. It's just comraderie. What upset me is you called me a braying jackass!"
The honey blonde became indignant and exclaimed much too loudly, "I did not!"
Jane had to laugh, "Yes, you did! You said a braying donkey sang louder than me. A donkey is a jackass."
Thinking on her words, the startled young woman responded, "I am sorry. But I did not mean…"
The chuckling Italian injected, "Stop! I sometimes forget you are new to conversation with other people. That being said, sometimes you have to review your words before you use them. I know you didn't mean it and I accept your apology. Though I still think I sing very well. My mother always said I had a very unique voice."
Yvette burst into laughter, "Jane that mommy code for 'You stink, but I can't say it, because it might undermine the child's confidence in other things as well."
All six girls laughed until they had trouble standing and Jane had to finally admit, she couldn't sing very well.
***SE***
After lunch at a Left Bank café, the sextet decided to spend the afternoon swimming and then call it an early night. Jane had a photo shoot in the morning and didn't want to have to use a ton of makeup to cover another late night slumber party. Swimming seemed perfect, the exercise would help to wear the tall Italian down and the water was the perfect place for six young women to play and make out at the same time.
After some discussion, the gang decided to allow the two maids were going ahead to talk to the hotel manager and give their two week notice. Jane and Yvette were going to go and get new swim suits at the boutique. It seemed the one piece suits were old fashion and had to be replaced by Isles original. Maura was going to make a call to her mother and talk to her about purchasing the villa. That left Danielle to go after Maura's and her swimsuits.
Jane and Yvette went into the boutique, while Maura was left at a couch with a house phone in order to call her mother. Danielle went to the elevator to go to their suite to retrieve her and her boss's swimsuits.
After the honey blonde completed her brief conversation with her mother, Maura called for a bellhop to take the house phone away. As the innocent young woman sat on her couch awaiting her girlfriend's exit from the boutique, she chanced to overhear a conversation from two young woman seated at a nearby couch. The less than curious blonde tried desperately not to overhear their conversation in French. However, the brilliant teenager had always had trouble making her active mind behave.
"I'm sorry; believe me I didn't want to be the one to tell you, but I saw what I saw."
"Are you sure it was Suzanne I mean we've been together since high school?"
"Of course, I'm sure. I wouldn't have said anything; if I wasn't sure. You know I'm your best friend and I would never do anything to hurt you, unless I was trying to save you from a bigger hurt. I saw Suzanne and another woman coming out of a room in this very hotel less than one hour ago and they were kissing."
Maura could hear the anguished sobs and knew the broken woman had just found out her girlfriend was cheating on her. The sensitive blonde felt a deep sympathy for the young woman. Heavens knows what the honey blonde would do if Jane cheated on her. The very thought made her heart twist and her stomach curdle.
"What am I going to do I have give her everything? I love her with all my soul. I have heap wealth on her, when she had nothing."
"I know, baby."
Again Maura could hear the tears and agony in her voice. In her mind's eye, the innocent teenager could see the sad woman sobbing in the arms of her friend, who desperately trying to console the inconsolable.
"Rene, tell me what to do. I never loved anyone else except her. Hell, I didn't even know I was a lesbian until she came along and showed me my inclination. I was just drifting through life aimlessly. Then Suzanne came into my life and saved me. I've never made love with anyone else, but her. Hell, I gave her my virginity. I…
I have let her do anything she wanted to my body. Strap-ons, nipple clamps, whips, bondage, butt plugs,,, I let her do anything and everything to make her happy."
"Baby, it wasn't you. You have to know that. She's just a force of nature, too much woman for any woman to satisfy completely. You were just not experienced enough to team such a dynamic creature."
If Maura hadn't happened to hear another name, she would have thought they were talking about Jane. The conversation wasn't over.
"You're not the first straight girl she's turned you know."
"Yeah, but I did think I would be the last."
At that moment, Jane and Yvette arrived carrying several bags. Maura jumped up as if the couch had suddenly became unbearably hot and asked, "How many bikinis did you purchase?"
Jane chucked and replied, "I bought a few surprises for later tonight as well… but not too late I have a shoot in the morning and you have a couple of meetings. However, now is not the time for business. Now is the time for pleasure; let's go swimming."
As the trio of soon-to-be swimmers left striding toward the awaiting pool, the two young women on the couch stopped talking. The one who had been sobbing so uncontrollably looked at her friend and smiled broadly. A young boy ran up to them and held out his hand in which the formally sobbing woman placed a twenty franc note.
***SE***
Danielle pressed the button to go to her floor and stepped to the back of the elevator car. A dark haired woman dressed in very fashionable shorts and a blouse followed and pressed the button for the floor below hers. The woman's deep brown eyes were sad and swollen red from obvious tears.
As the door was about to close, a young boy dashed into the car and pushed every button for every floor and leapt out of the car… laughing.
The dark young woman smiled a weak forced smile and said softly, "Kids."
As the door closed and the elevator started to move, Danielle searched her mind to say to comfort the obviously grieving woman. As the elevator stopped at the second floor and a blonde woman wearing a similar summer outfit entered the elevator. Recognition immediately ignited on the blonde's face as she rushed to her apparent friend and asked in French, "Victoire, what is wrong?"
The dark haired woman responded, "I'm losing her. She's going to find someone without my baggage. I mean I just talked to my Papa. When I told him I was in love with another woman, he exploded and started yelling and cursing."
The elevator stopped and the door opened and no one got on and after a few seconds, it closed again.
Then the dark haired woman continued, "He threatened to kill Monique and me. Then he stormed out of the house and ordered me gone by the time he got back. I packed up everything and then went to Monique. All she said was that I shouldn't have told my Papa. That I knew how he was and all I did was open a can of worms. Then she said she wanted her space and that I couldn't live there. She said I needed to stand on my own two feet and told me I could stay the night, but I had to be gone in the morning.
I left my family for her. I never even had sex before her. Now she is forcing me out."
As the dirty blonde was about to respond, the door opened again and as before no one got on. After the door closed, the blonde friend continued, "I'm sorry to hear it, but you know how damaged she is when it comes to father issues. She has such father issues of her own. I mean her father was such a tool."
The dark woman nodded her acceptance of the remark and answered, "I know, but I thought we were forever. I mean we talked about our future together and how we were meant for each other."
The other woman laughed and replied, "And you believed all that stuff. She uses that to get laid. I don't know if that woman has a serious bone in her body. She's always joking and quipping. The only thing she takes seriously is her job and that sexy boss of hers. You know she worships the ground that that woman walks on. If that sexy Italian were so much as crook her finger, Monique would spread her legs for her."
When the door opened this time the blonde started to get off, then she asked, "Why don't you come to my room and have a drink and we can talk in private."
The dark woman nodded meekly and got off. Danielle reflected on what was said and nearly cried. That sounded so much like Yvette. Was Yvette pining for Jane? Jane was so much more experienced and sexier than she was.
For the umpteenth time she reflected on her father's reaction and knew it would be violent. Yvette and her had not been together long and the inexperienced blonde was worried whether or not the redhead took their relationship as seriously as she did. After all, they didn't know each other that well.
