Threading the Needle Ch. 11 - Sex Stories

Threading the Needle Ch. 11

... they quickly had out all meat, cheese, and condiments. There was also freshly sliced pineapple and cookies for dessert. It wasn't fancy like some companies, but it filled the hungry customers up. As usual, the guides waited until everyone else had food before getting some of their own.

Once they had their food, Winnie and Rikki found a sunny spot up on some rocks. Winnie expected Lena to join them, but her paranoia about Rikki getting her back was too strong. She stayed down with the boats; picking a spot where it was easy to keep Rikki in her sights.

Winnie didn't mind, although she conveniently forgot about her jealous feelings from earlier. It gave her a chance to ask about the pending separation. Rikki still hadn't told Lena about it, so the topic didn't come up during the ride over.

"So how is it going, Rikki? Any closer to getting things settled?" she asked.

Before answering, Rikki looked around to make sure no one was close. "I don't know why I'm keeping it so quiet," she said. "It's going to be out there soon. I worked everything out with the lawyer, and she's just drawing up the paperwork now." She sighed. It finally felt real to her. "And I hear back from Yamile's cop friend this week. So I'll know what the situation is before he's served."

"When are you going to do that?" Winnie asked.

"Friday, at his office," she said with her expression hardening. "My sister will be coming that day, and that will give him the weekend to get things out of the ...

... house. I just hope I have enough on him to force him to be reasonable about it. I want him gone!"

"The asshole better not make trouble," Winnie said. The amount of vehemence in her voice surprised Rikki.

"You sound like you hate him, Winnie," she said with a smile. "You haven't even met him."

"And I don't want to! Damn right I hate him. He doesn't get to hurt my friend like this!" she said in the same tone. "Don't you hate him?"

"I don't think hate is the right word. I'm angry and hurt, and I really, really don't like him, but hate is such a strong word. I don't want him punished. I just want him out of my life," Rikki said, and then let out a sigh. "Except of course, he can never be totally out of my life. Not when you have a child together." She sounded so sad that Winnie reached out and took her hand. She held it tight as Rikki struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to start running down her cheek. It took a minute or so and a few tears forced their way out, but she finally won the battle.

She squeezed Winnie's hand back in gratitude. "Thanks, sweetie. You're really a wonderful friend. I'm so glad we did this. Without rafting, I don't know if that would have happened," she said.

Winnie nodded. "Yeah, work friends aren't the same. I'm glad too. I would hate to not have you in my life," she said.

Letting go of Winnie's hand, Rikki put her arms around her and gave her a big hug. "Me too," she whispered into her ear. "Me too!" They held onto each ...