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This story is dedicated to my anonymous #1 fan who signed my guestbook
and inspired me to get off my behind and write a story! :) ~z
Crackers and Cheese
zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
"Her cheese slid off her cracker a good six months ago."
Zoe Feeley didn't react as if she noticed when the nurses talked
about her outside the room. She had discovered after being at
Rosehill Resort for a few years, that the best way to get time
alone in a nursing home, time to think, time to play, was to act
fuzzy and confused. When she first arrived, she was stuck being
polite and sociable. She played bingo in the main hall, and listened
to endless hours of chatter among residents. She listened to the
conversations of people done with living; gossip, politics, death
and health concerns.
Zoe conspired to spend her final years doing what she enjoyed
most, sitting in front of her computer and surfing the web and
sending emails to strangers. If anyone came into her room, she
would quickly click the browser to show recipe pages, or websites
with animals and pets and sometimes she would leave her browser
open to a blank window and simply move the cursor back and forth
pretending to be amazed. Zoe had it all figured out.
Fortunately, nobody seemed to care as long as she seemed content,
and that Zoe certainly was. She wrote stories about her lifelong
obsession with spanking and posted them to a newsgroup. Her online
friends were amazed that she composed nearly five stories a week,
and wondered how she found the time. Time for her fantasies was
all she had now, though she had lived a long and happy life and
experienced many things others with her proclivities had only
dreamed about doing. Zoe often wondered what the newsgroupers
would think if they knew the woman they fantasized about spanking
was eighty-five years old. Who knows, maybe some of them would
still want to spank her. The thought made her grin and giggle
almost maniacally. These occasional outburst on her part only
served to further her cause with the staff at the nursing home.
Zoe did enjoy the weekends when families would come to visit,
not so much because she had any family left, but because others
did, and many times she gained story ideas from listening and
watching the people interact. On one summertime Saturday, Zoe
left her room and carefully slippered her way behind her walker,
and out toward the shade of a tree. She sat down on a stone bench
alone but near others, and bent over to stare closely at her knee.
She found if she did this, people left her alone, and she could
easily listen in on conversations. Within moments the people
around her forgot she existed, and like a literal bump on a log,
Zoe overheard a young couple exchange some heated words.
Zoe's sparkling faded brown eyes peered out from behind her whispy
white hair. She listened as a young adult female with a beautiful
bottom tucked snuggly into a pair of denim jeans was whining to
her boyfriend about spending every Saturday visiting his grandfather.
The young man seemed embarrassed and his hands made gestures
to silence her, as he attempted to remind her that the older folks
around her could possibly hear. The girl only got louder, and
as she did the young man got quieter, possibly trying to counteract
her behavior. He walked toward her and as he did, she stepped
back until finally her large round behind was almost close enough
so that Zoe could have reached out and smacked it. Zoe continued
to stare at her knee and she rocked back and forth a bit in an
attempt to become even more inconsequential to the environment.
The young man grabbed hold of the girls wrist and Zoe overheard
him say in a snarled whisper, "Laura, my mother is right, what
you need is a good sound spanking and when I get you home that
is just what you are going to get!"
Zoe almost fell over forward and then immediately sat up and pointed
at the girl. She exclaimed without thinking in a loud clear
voice, "Somebody is going to get a spanking!" Zoe immediately
realized her mistake, because now she looked fully sane. She
got caught sitting up straight, her eyes sparkling with mischief
and her voice had been loud and strong. She didn't quite know
what to do!
She did what she had to, she stood up, pushed her walker over
on it's side, and grabbed the girl by the arm. Zoe sat back down
on the stone bench and pulled the girl over her knee. The girl
didn't resist at all, quite possibly in full shock. Zoe started
smacking the girl on her tight bluejeans! As she spanked, Zoe
smiled and laughed. It felt so good to spank again. It felt so
good to be herself! She stopped for a moment and rubbed the
girls behind and she looked up at the young man's shocked expression
and said to him. "When you spank her at home, don't forget to
rub."
All around her Zoe heard the sound of laughter, and the girl climbed
off her lap and smiled at her. Zoe bent back over and stared
at her knee. Zoe smiled to herself, figuring she had covered
up her momentary madness with a fine bit of acting.
What appeared to be complete insanity to the residents of Rosehill
Resorts that day, was in fact a glimpse of the real Zoe Feeley,
a woman whose cheese had always been firmly on her cracker.
© 2003 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or distributed
without permission
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