"Necessary Deceit"
Chapter Three
By: Novahlie Bea/Mouth
*when you see the stars, think tongues.
Novahlie was breathless. It had just been a small kiss, but it was enough to make her breathe heavily. So many things rushed through her mind at once, the cut on her forehead throbbed- but she was in a state of euphoria, and hardly noticed.
"But... but we've only just met," stuttered Novahlie
"I know," said Skittery, apparently just as breathless as she was, "but I don't care."
"Neither do I," said Novahlie, and they were back at it.
Just as the French invaded****, there was a knock on the door. The two jumped apart and Skittery granted the knocking person entry. An old man entered, smiling at Skittery.
"Hello there! We meet at last," said the old man. "I'm Mr. Kloppman, the keeper."
"Hello, sir." Said Novahlie. It was obvious he knew what had been taking place when he knocked.
"This will be your room. It's a dollar a month, but while you're getting back on your feet it's whatever you can pay. Now, the washroom is upstairs in the boys' room... it's the only one we've got... I'll tell them to be a bit modest as there will be a lady present."
"Thank you so much," said Novahlie, fighting back grateful tears.
Kloppman's eyes shone and he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him with a significant wink at Skittery.
"Skittery..." said Novahlie.
"Yes?"
"Well... I really need a job... and I was thinking..."
"Uh huh...?"
"Well... I think I want to sell papers."
Skittery started to roar with laughter, which angered Novahlie.
"Well why couldn't I?"
"You couldn't lift them!!" he managed to shout through his guffaws.
"Shows what you know! Out!" she said, and she shoved him out the door and locked it.
"Aww, come on Novahlie I'm sorry it's just... so funny..." and he set off laughing again.
"I'll show him." Said Novahlie under her breath as she walked to her suitcase and pulled out some clothes. "I'll outsell him, that's what I'll do!"
Black pinstriped slacks, pinstriped vest, white collar shirt, black cap, dusty black shoes. Her brother's clothes. She'd kept them when he went west to remember him by, and now they'd be put to good use. She put them on, but soon realized the shoes were four sizes too big, the vest did not help hide certain attributes that needed hiding, and the shirt's sleeves went to her knees. She folded the sleeves, stuffed three pairs of stockings in the shoes, and searched around the room for something to tape down her "attributes". Under the bed was some wallpaper, cloth tape, scissors, shoelaces, a dustpan, and a can of paint. Novahlie reached for the cloth tape and stripped off the vest and shirt. She taped around her corset and redressed. After pulling her hair up into the large black cap, she was unrecognizable. She set out to get her papes.
There was a line to get papers, and Novahlie joined at the back- right behind Skittery. He must have been late because he'd been busy with her. He turned to face her, and snorted.
"You new?" he said with a smirk.
"Yeah, what's it to you?" she said in a deep voice- well... a fake deep voice.
"Nothin. But with a mouth like that you won't last long- I suggest you keep your smart assed comments to yourself or your smart ass is gonna get kicked stupid."
"You must know this from experience?"
"Okay, that's it! You wanna go? Let's go! I won't take lip from some little brat!"
"Oh, if I'm a little brat, what are you?"
"A foot taller!"
"You tryin to make up for something you lack?"
Skittery pulled his fist back and aimed at Novahlie's face.
"Skittery!" cried Novahlie in her normal voice.
"Huh? What the hell? How'd you know- and your voice just?"
"It's me you cute oaf!"
"Novahlie? Haha! No kiddin'?"
"Does it look like I'm kidding?"
"Geez, for a sweet young lady you got a helluva mouth!"
"Yeah... My brother used to call me Mouth."
"Those his clothes?"
"Mhm. I kept them when he left west."
"They really do the trick. I mean, I wouldn'ta known you were a girl..." he patted his chest.
"Oh!" said Novahlie, embarrassed. "I taped them..."
"I'll miss 'em"
"SHH!!" she said, giggling. "You gotta help me out Skit. I'm going to sell papes. Don't tell anyone who I am.
"Cross your heart." He said.
"My heart?"
"Yeah. With tape."
Author's Note: This is getting dirty! Lol. If you have any ideas or you want to be in my story e-mail me (rawktipuss@aol.com) but you can't hook up with Spot or Mush because I already have girls who called dibs on them. Hehe.
Chapter Three
By: Novahlie Bea/Mouth
*when you see the stars, think tongues.
Novahlie was breathless. It had just been a small kiss, but it was enough to make her breathe heavily. So many things rushed through her mind at once, the cut on her forehead throbbed- but she was in a state of euphoria, and hardly noticed.
"But... but we've only just met," stuttered Novahlie
"I know," said Skittery, apparently just as breathless as she was, "but I don't care."
"Neither do I," said Novahlie, and they were back at it.
Just as the French invaded****, there was a knock on the door. The two jumped apart and Skittery granted the knocking person entry. An old man entered, smiling at Skittery.
"Hello there! We meet at last," said the old man. "I'm Mr. Kloppman, the keeper."
"Hello, sir." Said Novahlie. It was obvious he knew what had been taking place when he knocked.
"This will be your room. It's a dollar a month, but while you're getting back on your feet it's whatever you can pay. Now, the washroom is upstairs in the boys' room... it's the only one we've got... I'll tell them to be a bit modest as there will be a lady present."
"Thank you so much," said Novahlie, fighting back grateful tears.
Kloppman's eyes shone and he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him with a significant wink at Skittery.
"Skittery..." said Novahlie.
"Yes?"
"Well... I really need a job... and I was thinking..."
"Uh huh...?"
"Well... I think I want to sell papers."
Skittery started to roar with laughter, which angered Novahlie.
"Well why couldn't I?"
"You couldn't lift them!!" he managed to shout through his guffaws.
"Shows what you know! Out!" she said, and she shoved him out the door and locked it.
"Aww, come on Novahlie I'm sorry it's just... so funny..." and he set off laughing again.
"I'll show him." Said Novahlie under her breath as she walked to her suitcase and pulled out some clothes. "I'll outsell him, that's what I'll do!"
Black pinstriped slacks, pinstriped vest, white collar shirt, black cap, dusty black shoes. Her brother's clothes. She'd kept them when he went west to remember him by, and now they'd be put to good use. She put them on, but soon realized the shoes were four sizes too big, the vest did not help hide certain attributes that needed hiding, and the shirt's sleeves went to her knees. She folded the sleeves, stuffed three pairs of stockings in the shoes, and searched around the room for something to tape down her "attributes". Under the bed was some wallpaper, cloth tape, scissors, shoelaces, a dustpan, and a can of paint. Novahlie reached for the cloth tape and stripped off the vest and shirt. She taped around her corset and redressed. After pulling her hair up into the large black cap, she was unrecognizable. She set out to get her papes.
There was a line to get papers, and Novahlie joined at the back- right behind Skittery. He must have been late because he'd been busy with her. He turned to face her, and snorted.
"You new?" he said with a smirk.
"Yeah, what's it to you?" she said in a deep voice- well... a fake deep voice.
"Nothin. But with a mouth like that you won't last long- I suggest you keep your smart assed comments to yourself or your smart ass is gonna get kicked stupid."
"You must know this from experience?"
"Okay, that's it! You wanna go? Let's go! I won't take lip from some little brat!"
"Oh, if I'm a little brat, what are you?"
"A foot taller!"
"You tryin to make up for something you lack?"
Skittery pulled his fist back and aimed at Novahlie's face.
"Skittery!" cried Novahlie in her normal voice.
"Huh? What the hell? How'd you know- and your voice just?"
"It's me you cute oaf!"
"Novahlie? Haha! No kiddin'?"
"Does it look like I'm kidding?"
"Geez, for a sweet young lady you got a helluva mouth!"
"Yeah... My brother used to call me Mouth."
"Those his clothes?"
"Mhm. I kept them when he left west."
"They really do the trick. I mean, I wouldn'ta known you were a girl..." he patted his chest.
"Oh!" said Novahlie, embarrassed. "I taped them..."
"I'll miss 'em"
"SHH!!" she said, giggling. "You gotta help me out Skit. I'm going to sell papes. Don't tell anyone who I am.
"Cross your heart." He said.
"My heart?"
"Yeah. With tape."
Author's Note: This is getting dirty! Lol. If you have any ideas or you want to be in my story e-mail me (rawktipuss@aol.com) but you can't hook up with Spot or Mush because I already have girls who called dibs on them. Hehe.
