Lies: Chapter 2, Scene 1
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Val Fox clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as her best friend, Sarah, goaded her. “No, I’m not going to the reunion. Everybody from high school was so stupid. Don’t you remember?” Flipping through the pages of the style magazine, she held it below her chin and asked Sarah, “Do you think this hair style would look good on me?”
Sarah shook her head, and Val shook her head back. With a mocking tone, Sarah said, “They were all stupid back then. You’re right, but I wonder if maybe some of those assholes have gotten more mature over the years. We’ll never know unless we grace them with our presence, now will we?” She fluffed her hair and pointed to the new page Val held against her chest. “I think that one might look okay on you.”
Val shrugged. “I dunno. Don’t you think it’s a little too eighties?” She flipped the magazine to the next page just as the waiting area of the salon began smelling of perm solution. “You just want to see Johnny again. Don’t lie to me and tell me that’s not the reason you’re trying to drag me along to the class reunion. He’s probably married and has a couple of kids by now. Why not just have a girls’ night out instead?”
Sarah twisted her face in a fake smirk. “Just because I want to see Johnny doesn’t mean we won’t have fun. Ever since starting that fairy business of yours, you haven’t taken enough time to spend with people. You know, people. Not the kind who are customers, but people.” Sarah smacked her bubble gum. “Besides, you didn’t earn the nickname Foxy for nothing. Snag a guy at the reunion. Have a little fun. I bet some of the men there’ll think you’re a knockout with your red hair.”
Later in the week while at the reunion, Val and Sarah stayed together for awhile until Sarah saw Johnny. Just as Val predicted, Sarah talked with Johnny Rosencratz all night. For the first half hour or so Val was left alone. She was utterly bored, and kept checking her watch. Most of the other people at the reunion wore fake grins, and nobody spoke with her. Those who did strike up a conversation were people Val didn’t like in the first place. Everybody hung out in the same cliques as when they were younger.
She crossed the large auditorium and dipped a plastic ladle into the punch bowl. Turning to snatch a piece of cake along with the punch, Val saw a man with black hair standing near the entrance to the auditorium. She didn’t remember him. Wondering who he was, she carried the punch and cake toward where he stood. The man was alone, and he looked as uncomfortable as she felt.
When she was within earshot, Val introduced herself. I’m Val Fox. Although I’m sure you must have attended school here and were in my class, I don’t recognize you. What’s your name?” she said while balancing the little plate and cake in the same hand as the punch so she could offer the man a handshake. His palm was sweaty as he gripped hers.
He shook her hand firmly and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Val Fox. I’m Robert Murrel. I attended school here, but I graduated from East. My family moved midway through my junior year, so I went to East my senior year.” Robert’s eyes darted to a group of former football players across the room. “I suppose this really isn’t the right class reunion to attend since I didn’t graduate from West, but I’m an insurance agent and figured maybe I could network a little for potential clients.” He pointed at the lopsided piece of cake Val held. “That looks good. I think I’ll have some.”
Val wasn’t sure if referencing the football players was Robert’s way of excusing himself from speaking with her any longer, but he gave her the vibes that her conversation was welcome. He smiled as she tagged along with him back to the cake table. She cleared her throat and said, “Whoever cut the cake sure mangled it.”
Robert laughed and grasped the ladle to the punchbowl, fixed himself a beverage, and took a piece of cake before pointing toward an empty table nearby. “Let’s sit,” he said. “I dunno about you, but standing in uncomfortable shoes has to be the worst thing in the world. I finally broke down and bought a new pair, and they’re not completely broken in yet.” Val ate her cake without saying much because her mouth was full. She listened to Robert talk about the differences between attending East and West. He wore an orange polo-style shirt and a pair of khaki Dockers. Every now and again Val caught herself glimpsing at his black, leather belt. A kidnapping fantasy formed in her mind.
This was why her relationships never worked out. Val always fixated on men with nice belts. She imagined them using a belt on her while she lay bound and submissive to them. In reality, the men with the nice belts were either too shy in bed to try what she wanted, or they insisted on always slating her as a submissive. Val was a true switch. She liked using the wonderful leather on a man as much as she liked being on the receiving end of a good punishment. Val could handle vanilla sex. What she couldn’t handle was a man who stuck a label on her and then expected her to always take the same role. She didn’t care if the role was in bed, on the job, or in the home. That’s why she started The Fairy Store. Val needed to create her own destiny.
“Are you okay?” Robert said. “You’re kinda not paying attention to me. I just asked you a question.” His cup of punch was nearly drained, and the cake missing.
“Oh, sorry. I just got lost in my thoughts for awhile.” Val wondered if her face was flushed. Her slit was wet with the beginnings of a fantasy with this man. His belt was still in the front of her mind when she said, “I’m not going to stay here for very long. If you want to meet up with me later or leave with me and do something else, I’m cool with that. The friend who accompanied me here ditched me. There’s nobody else I intend to talk with. If you want to razzle dazzle some potential clients since you just got here, I understand. I’m a business owner myself.”
Robert swallowed the last few drops of punch in the paper cup before he said, “I think leaving with you sounds like more fun than talking to a bunch of people I don’t know. Nobody really wants to be sold insurance at a reunion anyway.”
