Once Upon a Misty Bluegrass Hill (28 page)

Leona didn
'
t like it much
when he came to see Jolene
so he only did that when Leona went shopping….which was nearly every day ….but not today
or yesterday
. 

The
threatened thunder
storm had not arrived yet
though the clouds and wind were gathering
.
 

So,
this
evening
she was going to grill outside
with her daddy
'
s big grill
.
 
She could finish before the
rain.  She would use her daddy's
special
BBQ
sauce
with beer in it
because
she
was old enough
to
buy beer now.  She was going to pop a
beer
top right on her porch and see what
Patrick
thought of that
, if he could even hear that far away
.
 

Her father s
aid he learned
to
barbeque
from a black private in Vietnam.  They got big drums and cut them in half and had a
barbeque
right there
in Vietnam
during
the
war
.
 
Her daddy said
soldiers
could get beer
in that war too. 
When he told the story her father would get misty-
eyed and
relay the story
about
how they would go negotiate with the locals about buying a pig. 

She was going to have a
big
barbeque
before the rain came and visit her daddy's memories again.

And hope the wind sent the smoke to choke Leona…

Menu…baby back ribs. 

Patrick
loved baby back ribs
almost as much as she did.  He might even love them more than Leona…if she was lucky. 

He had never had them until she made them for him
the first summer she lived h
ome
again
.

Just wait until
Patrick
was smelling that
smoking
barbeque
full of baby backs
from across the way. 
Maybe she would get out her big fan
to really blow
smoke
over
to
Patrick
'
s house.

But she really didn't need the fan because the oncoming
storm was brin
g
ing just enough wind to carry the smoke
right to the desired location
.

Jolene put on her music loud…just like she always did when she barbequed for
Patrick
.  He would know what was going on. 
And he would soon smell the smoke being carried by the pre-storm wind.

With a wide smile
of delicious revenge
, Jolene
went to her fridge and pulled out a
Bourbon Trail
Kentucky
beer that she kept for
Patrick
, opened it and poured it into a ball jar. 

S
he got the charcoals ready.   Lit the fire.

Then
she
prepared the meat, w
ith h
er father
'
s special sauce…that did require a bit of beer.

It was hot as heck outside so she
used the opportunity to execute another part of her plan... to put o
n her tank top with no bra….just like Natasha advised.  Natasha had said she was just the right size in the boobies and
Patrick
would not be able to resist looking
at her chest
if she wore a tank top with no bra
. 

Well….she was going to find out.
 

If he came for a rib.

She took several more swigs of beer.  Then took off her jeans and put on her short-shorts.  Natasha said that she had pretty legs…even with the freckles. 

S
he threw on
sandals
with just a small hee
l. 
Helen
said it would make her legs look
really nice
. 

Hopefully
Patrick
and Leona would be able to see her on her back porch. 
Even with their stupid dinner party
going on
. 

She lit the
special
lamps to keep the bugs away.

She sang, she danced
,
she cooked…and the rain came. 

She got soaking wet while she pulled the ribs off the grill and put them in the oven to keep them warm while she sat on her back porch and watched the rain. 

It came in heavy but not in sheets like it did sometimes.  There was a little far-away lightening.  She watched it drip off the porch and soak her mother
'
s roses.

Tears from heaven.

Mamma I miss you so.

The lights came on in
Patrick
's house.  She could see a silhouette of
Patrick
and Leona kissing.

"I hate her so much."

Jolene stomped inside to her fridge, jerked open the door and pulled out the
M
ason jar filled with moonshine from Bobby Walker.  He and his daddy made it in the woods.  She got a lighter and poured a little in the sink.  She lit the clear
potent
liquid and it lit up clear and white.  If it was white, it was good, if the flame went red, it was poison. 

Flint had taught her that.  He said that is why they call it White Lightning. 
She p
oured some in
to
a
Ball jar
and went back out to the porch to sputter through several generous gulps.

When her glass was empty she was already tipsy.  "Where have you been all my life?"  she said to the glass with just a few drops of moonshine left.

"
What are yer doing sitting out here
talking to a glass
jar
when yer got those ribs inside?
" 
Patrick
's voice was low and velvet speaking from the raining darkness beyond her porch. "
Hurry now
,
you and get me a few before I have to go back.
"
 
He
walked up the porch steps and closed his umbrella.  He was dressed in a suit
and his eyes glowed purple-black in the lamplight.

Jolene jumped up
and her moonshine world tilted just a little
…just as the wind blew into the porch and hit her and
Patrick
with rain.

Gaining her balance, s
he opened the screen door and he followed her inside. 
"
I thought you were at the dinner party.
"

"
All vegetarians.
"

The
y
walked through to the kitchen and Jolene turned on the light laughing. 
"
That is what you get.
"

Patrick
's gaze
immediately locked onto
her boobies
, wet from the rain with the red
puckered
tips sticking out
to him.  Hi
s eyes were
purple heat
searing her chest
.

His expression was one of a man who had
never seen anything like them or even knew what they were.
  She turned away brushing her hand over her puckered nipples in
excitement and equal
shame.

Heat surged between her legs.

"
Well, I have some ribs ready.
"
  She reached for the potholders
with quivering fingers
and opened the oven door.

Patrick
cleared his throat.  As she turned with the pan of ribs she looked into his eyes that darkened
but
forced a focus
on her face. 
"
It is hot out is
n
'
t
it
Jolene?
"

Jolene tried not to look down at her boobies when she answered. 
The tips hurt from his gaze
, itching to be touched.  "
It was super-hot.
I could hardly stand it, especially out by the grill.
"

Why, oh why didn
'
t she wear a bra?

She uncovered the foiled ribs and chanced
to
glance back at
Patrick
.  His eyes moved over her boobies
again with blue-purple fire…
and she felt the heat between her legs…it was the heat that
Patrick
always made her feel, only
now it near sent her to a jig
.
 

The moonshine made her limbs hot and tingly and she felt free and uninhibited. 

Desire gushed through her middle leaving a tremble behind
in its wake
. 
She wondered if he might ease her the way he did that one time
the night of the Derby
. 

As if he knew her thoughts he sifted over her body again with smoking blue eyes.

Natasha was right.

"
Yer wet
.
"
  His voice was low.

Jolene looked down.   Her dark pink nipples were
puckered
hard as pebbles
and
screaming towards him….
"
Yes I am.
"
  She felt the
simmering
blush coasting over her entire body.  She was certain it made her freckles stand out even more.

But she was so pissed about the vegetarian dinner party…and the fact that he was sleeping with Le
ona sometimes…she just knew it.
  She handed him a rib in a napkin. 

He took the rib but didn't eat it. 
"
Put
on
a
better shirt
Jolene and I
'
ll stay and have some ribs with yer
before going back to the
house of
vegetarians
.

"
It is
very
hot
Patrick
.
"

"
No, the rain has cooled everything.
"

"
Not everything
Patrick
.
  I am very, very hot.
"

His intake of brea
th
was sharp and his eyes turned to burn.  "Jolene, what are you up to now
?
"

"You want some moonshine
that Bobby Walker brought over.  I
t might
warm you up some
."

His eyes
covered her flushed face
. 
"So that is what has brought the blush to your cheeks.
"  He shook his head, disapproval framing his mouth.  "
Well, young lady you should hand that stuff over to me before I leave, it is deadly stuff, that."

"Only if
you light it and
the fire is red
.  If it has no color it is okay."

"It is not okay for young ladies, so you'll be handing it over to me before I leave."

Jolene giggled and
moved closer to him, pressing her boobies just slightly into his arm. 
She heard his soft groan and pressed forward. 
"You remember that time when you
kissed and
touched me before I left for school?"

"Jolene!"  His voice was a graveled whisper.  "I won't have you speaking of the bad thing
s
I did.
  I was wrong for doing that to yer.
  It is that moonshine a'talking now.
"

Jolene looked deeply into his eyes
and dropped her words to a
husky
whisper
.  "I liked it a lot
Patrick
, it felt very good
, I mean, really, really good
...I mean, maybe if you did that again
it would help that hurt in my boobies and my diddle...
it wouldn't really be like cheating
on Leona.  I have this ache
right down there
.
”
  S
he pointed down between her legs.