When the movie was done, Fern and Sue Ellen went upstairs, halfway there Fern stopped in her tracks because she was pointing out the obvious, "There is no challenge if we do it here because no chance of getting caught."
"What?" Sue Ellen shrieked as she was caught off guard. She didn't expect this from Fern, she didn't want embarrassment, she didn't want perverts taking nude pictures of them when or if they were caught running naked through town if that ever happened from almost being caught.
"Think about it no one is home, no chance of getting caught," Fern reminded her as Sue Ellen was now pacing.
"Not my house!" Sue Ellen warned.
"Why?"
Sue Ellen's eyes were shifty, "My parents told me Arthur's parents were visiting if someone walks in we will have to tell thing it is for a play."
"Ah, Sue Ellen the struggling thespian," Fern joked.
Sue Ellen was shocked, "I was good in drama class, Buster wasn't all he did was a strip tease when the song, 'I'm too sexy' was on."
Fern was now bugging the cat teen, "You probably enjoyed seeing him strip down to his tighty whities…"
"No, you did!" Sue Ellen argued, "But that was not the point; he wearing tighty whities until he was told to put his clothes back on and he complained that no one appreciated fine art."
Fern joked, "You were good, but Buster doing that for his project was disturbing," and then she got back on topic, "Should we do it at your house, in your room; when everyone is home?"
Sue Ellen still a bit sore from the bed and breakfast gave a warning to Fern, "As long as you don't push me off the bed again…" They had both decided to go to the cat teen's house, when they got there; Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong were in the kitchen, with Mr. and Mrs. Read talking.
Both teenaged girls ran up to their room and they had started.
Back downstairs, Mrs. Armstrong realized Sue Ellen was home, she had walked upstairs while Fern and Sue Ellen were making love under the covers, they heard the door open slowly, Sue Ellen smiled and pushed Fern off the bed to the floor of the right side of the bed, as that side no one could see Fern, Sue Ellen quickly showed her head, the blanket had covered her body, "Sue Ellen, I didn't expect you and Fern back so soon, I guess you were tired from the drive..."
"Yea, we came back, there really wasn't much to do in the small town," Sue Ellen replied nervously.
Mrs. Armstrong smiled at her daughter, "Ok, I wanted to tell you that Buster called looking for you, I told him you were out with Fern for a small trip," and she left the room.
Fern this time was on the floor naked; body covered up with a blanket; Sue Ellen looked over, the side of the bed, she just laughed, "It is risky, we were nearly caught that time, and you pushed me off the bed."
"Payback," Sue Ellen chuckled, "We will just say that was for pushing me off the bed."
Both girls got changed into their fashionable clothes and went downstairs.
Mr. and Mrs. Read were having a conversation with Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong; they had reminisced about when they were all at high school.
"Then there was the time me and Bob made the peephole to look into the girls change room," Mr. Read laughed.
"I remember that," Mr. Armstrong commented, "We got in so much trouble, that we had an odd punishment."
"How about when we went on a double date to see that romantic movie with Julia Roberts in it?" Mrs. Armstrong asked
"You mean when you and Jane both dragged us to?" Mr. Read sneered then chuckled.
"You and Bob both cried…" Mrs. Read stated truthfully.
"That was back in 1987," Mrs. Read sighed, "I miss those days… there was no talk about terrorism, hardly much stuff to do on the internet and there were no diseases doctors made up such as Acid Reflux."
"As well as alternate lifestyles," Mrs. Armstrong added, "Back then alternative lifestyles weren't common, but we over the years we were educated."
This conversation sent a chill down Fern and Sue Ellen's spines. Did Mr. and Mrs. Reed or Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong find out that they were both lesbians?
"Of course we were…" Mrs. Read stated, "Back when Sue Ellen was born here, we didn't expect you to land a job as a diplomat."
"Don't remind me…" Mr. Armstrong replied coldly, "It was self sacrifice, we couldn't see our family, and so I walked up to those in higher authority and told them that I wanted to get out of this line of work and they let me go because of it."
"I am glad, you stood up for what was right, you came back home to see your friends and family," Mrs. Read replied happily, "Working in the same office with me I started working there as they needed me at the office more, then I recommended you; casual Fridays."
Mr. Read joked, "So any good stories around the water cooler, and any good interoffice romance?"
"David!" Mrs. Read was shocked at Dave's lewd joke, "Mr. Armstrong is a good worker, and he has no intentions to do that sort of thing with me."
"I got one," Mr. Armstrong replied, "Mr. Estees' is having an affair with the secretary."
Mrs. Read was shocked, "And Mr. Miller is taking Annette to the theater and to the romantic Chinese Restaurant tonight."
"How about the rumors that Binky was forced to wear dresses and he was to sit on his uncles laps?" Mr. Read replied.
Mrs. Armstrong laughed, "Now you are just making things up."
Fern and Sue Ellen sighed, this was grownup talk… it was a complete bore they were talking about really dumb things that happened at work, when they were in high school and diseases that doctors would make a person think they have.
They decided to leave before they started talking anymore non-sense, it was mind numbing seeing them, they had hoped that they wouldn't turn out like their parents… unfortunately those sorts of things would be inevitable… Time never forgives those who go against it…
They went to see Mr. Ratburn holding hands with Ms. Turner, "Fern, Sue Ellen a lovely day isn't it?"
"…Yea" the cat teen replied as she was slightly depressed.
"What's wrong, did you lose your diary again?" Ms. Turner joked as she remembered it happening when Sue Ellen was younger.
"No… my parent's were talking with Arthur's parents about various topics and is it all Fern and I will talk about when we are older? Having uninteresting lives telling stories about who is having a relationship with whom at the office?"
Fern interrupted her, "Well…" she was lost for words so…
To Be Continued.