Chapter Six: The Chain Gang

"What did you do?" Julie sighed, Tim truly was the biggest idiot she'd ever met, "Do you think I'm gettin' busy in Lyla's handcuffs?" She scowled at him, he was really pissing her off.

"No, I know you wouldn't do anything scandalous like that."

"Timothy Riggins, stop mocking me."

"Julie, shut up."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you."

"Yeah, that's why I told you to do it."

And so they sat, attached at the wrist for a good ten minutes. Neither one of them said anything until Julie broke the silence with a, "Are you going to let me go?" He looked around, obviously for a key and didn't find one. He felt immediately embarrassed. He didn't have the key. Had Georgie even left the key after their romp about five months ago?

Meanwhile, Kareene was checking into their hotel. She walked up and shook the hand of the girl at the reception desk, who had really nice long dark hair and looked like she cared a lot about hygiene. "I'd like to check in, I had a reservation, under Smith." The girl smiled, her name tag said Lyla. What a pretty name. Kareene never knew Texans named their kids anything other then Gracie-Belle or Holly-Grace or some other sort of name you'd expect an incestual hillbilly to have. Other then Julie, but that wasn't an original name or anything.

"Uh, right." Adele walked through the doors and caught Lyla's eyes. "'Ello." Lyla beamed at the newcomer, she was a very happy person.

"I'll be right with you."

"She's with me."

"Oh, is she with you...?" Lyla wanted to know for two accounts, the first that she needed to know whether a king or two double beds, and the other was that she was momentarily taken by this person who greeted her with an accent. Lyla you're not a lesbian, she had to remind herself. Yet she wanted to knock boots with this girl.

"Yeah, I just said she was." Kareene replied in her typical unaware Yankee way.

When they walked back to their room and Kareene noticed it was a room with a king bed Adele snickered and said, "Do you get what she meant now?" Kareene only nodded and tried to get Julie on the phone.



In Vermont, James Walsh was at the radio station. NPR, National Public Radio, in case you haven't heard of it. I mean, it was no BBC or anything but come on, it's still NPR. Smart People Radio. Where they'd have discussions on science or literature or what he was there to discuss, History. He did so every Wednesday and the people liked him. It was because of his accent. He was from New Zeland, but everybody just called him "The Australian" and it annoyed him to bits. He had nothing to do with those people who seemed to have no interest in sheep or lambs of any kind.

He hadn't seen Julie all week, and he was wondering where the hell she was. I mean, if she wasn't there, how the hell was he going to kiss her, become engaged to her, and then fuck her brains out?

He dialled her cell phone for what seemed like the millionth time. She didn't pick up, surprise, surprise.

She heard a ring to the tone of her cell ringing, "I should get that." She said, but without the urgency of somebody who wanted to really get it... like she was saying it out of duty. She sighed and sat into the couch when he didn't really reply. Then Kitty jumped up onto them and started to snuggle into Tim's lap. "I can't believe you did this. Do you take pride in being able to out-idiot yourself every time?"

He sighed, "Actually, I don't." He was quiet for a minute, "Julie what happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean we'd just spent two days, uh, you know, content, and then you're leaving in a huff?"

Julie sighed and tears came to her eyes, "Why did you have to go back to her at all?" it was a sore subject with them, their past had clearly been shaken by it. Lyla had been the object of many fights in the five months of their relationship before the marriage.

"What are you talking about?"

"Uh, condoms, handcuffs, and a robe with a G on it. You know I'm not an idiot right, I went to TMU, and I know that G equals Garrity which means Lyla."

"You make it seem like I never went to college."

"You dropped out."

"Also, remember my employer? You know... Buddy?"

"Are you saying that you're sleeping with Buddy not Lyla?" Julie couldn't help but be infinitely grossed out by this.

"Of course not, but he likes to give out things with his initial on them."



There was a knock on the door and they heard through the door, "JULIE TAYLOR I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!"

AN: Thanks for reading. I know you're all anxious for more Adele the whore.