Bonnie falls into love part 5

Bonnie falls into love part 5

Copyright Catcher78

Author's Notes: This is my story, subject to all applicable copyright laws.

It's the fifth in the series, and back due to requests as it was one of my first stories. It's a compelling story, even if the writing is a bit uneven, I hope you enjoy it. Part five is edited by Challenger69, so right out of the box it's better. Many thanks.

We first met Bonnie, before she changed her name, here in a broken home.

Then in part two, we find her to have fallen badly in love:

Bonnie's family life with her two queer moms, and little sisters sustains her:

School is over, Bonnie, is twenty-one in 2004:

Bonnie, is at loose ends, and comes out to the world in a lesbian club in Bremerton, in part four:

It's been twenty-one years in the back end of 2023, as I thought about responding to the letter. I had been invited to the Olympic Marathon trials, in February of 2024. I had started running again, after years off as I'd moved back in with my moms, to help them negotiate loss as Silva's, long treatment for cancer seemed to be nearing an end in early 2023, as I would be forty in the following June. I had been running long intervals, building up to running my first marathon that morning.

Just a quick back story, I did run in the trials for the 2004 Olympics, ten thousand meters, did my best time and all, but finished fifth. I stayed in the Bremerton area. Worked for a bank that failed, West Sound Bank. I had an affair with the Chairman of the board, who owned an appliance store, started out with his sister, he bought me fake tits, he died of a heart attack. I moved on with Rodrigo Rodriguez. We were together until 2017, when he was deported, ICE showed up and he was gone.

Jenny and Rose, were both married and lived on adjoining parcels in Seabeck, quarter mile away from Hood Canal. In a world of the internet, they raised heirloom pigs separately, Sicilian, and Italian. They also raised heirloom sheep, Jenny, raised Navaho sheep "Churro," which the Dine, had stolen from Spanish conquistadores, in the early sixteen hundreds, while Rose, raised Gulf Coast sheep.

They both sold their pig manure as fertilizer, a high nitrogen content commodity, used by growers of spinach, brussels sprouts, broccoli and cauliflower. Their husbands managed that process, as well as the feeding and sale of yearling pigs to high end restaurants from Bellingham, through Seattle, to Portland.

The sheep were about wool, lambs for restaurants, and artisanal cheese makers, which were all over Kitsap, and Mason County.

They were not only brilliant, but gorgeous and fertile, they also had children on the way.

It's really hard to look back at my life, and not see it as a bunch of regrets the size of potholes, it did not matter who, or when, I chose the wrong person every time. I mostly still loved every one from Aoki on. I wish that I'd been raised by Hannah and Sylvia, rather than by Sissy.

They were kind and resolute, Jenny and Rose, picked the right guys out of the dozens that chased them. They went to Central Washington University, in Ellensburg, and got undergraduate degrees in Agricultural and Food Marketing, and both got into the master's programs at Washington State University, in Pullman. Jenny did Animal Sciences, and Rose did Crop Sciences.

They met these two brothers from Eastern Oregon, football players. Scott and Nathan, offensive linemen. It was love at first sight. Big men, who with guidance and lots and lots of love, descended from the three hundred plus pound range, to two hundred and forty or so pounds, strung along their six foot seven inch frames.

I was really so pleased, as were our moms. When I thought about running again, I had the fake tits removed, and was me again. I also quit dating.

I was following an interval training method, developed in Sweden. High intensity eight hundred meters, near sprinting, I would jog a lap, then bang it out again seven times, so it was just a bit more than five thousand meters. I also did yoga and flexibility workouts, with plyometric work on these huge balls.

When I ran up to our home, Jenny and Rose's trucks were there. It felt like a brick of ice was in my chest, Silvia was gone while I was running. The old cement stairs, cracked from the half dozen earthquakes that had torn through the region since the early twentieth century, were uneven, and caught my foot as I ascended, causing me to put my hand down, scraping it badly. I was bleeding.

I made it up to the porch, opening the door I'd come in and out of so many times, always to Silvia's fierce love and protective gaze. Pausing, I finally opened the door, and looked into the front room to see Silvia smiling at me.

Everyone was smiling, Hannah tucked into the chair with Silvia, Jenny and Scott, Rose and Nathan, I froze.

Sylvia's voice cut through everything, "you're bleeding," always a mom.

"I tripped on the stairs, I'm okay."

Hannah was speaking to me now, "we have great news honey, Silvia has been accepted into a program at the University of Washington. Stem cell treatment for her bone marrow cancer, they will start tomorrow."

I was poleaxed, my despair still heavily rooted in my core. The tears came unbidden, then I was on the floor, I'm not sure about how that happened, and then, black.

I was apparently dehydrated, severely so it seems, it was the interval training. There was this new hospital in Silverdale, of all places, the old Harrison Hospital, demolished due to its black mold. I was in an emergency room, it had a plastic curtain strung in front of the open door. There was bustling outside in the corridor, distant laughter. Up near the ceiling there was a mounted flat screen with my vitals being tracked, patient name, Bonnie Kendrick.

There was an empty chair off to the right, and two empty chairs to the left.

I was still wearing the faded old Huskies Woman's Track tee shirt I'd put on to run.

There was blood on the front of my shirt. I noticed there was a television control on the side rail, and picked it up, pointing it at the flat screen and pressed the TV button, there was Andy Griffith, playing in that old lawyer show, Matlock. There was no sound, thank God.

The curtain pulled back and this nurse came in, she had blue scrubs on. She was short, had very black hair, maybe Thai heritage, Philippino maybe. I guessed her about thirty something, she had red lipstick on, not too much, an oval face and so very beautiful, my goodness.

She said, "Hey, you're awake. Can you tell me your name?"

"Umm, I'm Bonnie Kendrick." I said softly, she was like a foot away from me. "Is that patchouli oil you've got on?"

She looked deep into my eyes, at least that's what it felt like, I might be a little woozy.

"It smells really nice." I said.

I thought why stop now, she's probably a Jehovah's Witness, although they didn't believe in doctors or birthday parties, I was definitely woozy.

She said, "It is, I don't have too much on?"

I shook my head no, "No it's perfect, I mean we're right next to each other. It's just a hint, maybe on your neck." I was panting now like a bitch in heat, for fuck's sake Bonnie.

She said, "I have to take your blood pressure now, lift your arm, hon'," as she wrapped this cuff around my arm.

My arm was against her side, up under her arm and she clamped her arm down, sealing my arm against her and then she was pumping the cuff, it got tighter and then it hissed at me.

She said, "You feel okay? That's kind of high," her face two inches away from looking concerned, so fucking gorgeous.

I said, "Your patchouli oil and that lipstick, there's been nobody for too long. You're so hot, yep you got my heart pounding, Florence Nightingale."

She giggled and said, "Did you know that Florence Nightingale was queer?" raising her eyebrows at me.

I shook my head no, my cunny woke up then, she talked to me from time to time, and 'open the flood gates.'

I whispered, "Could you pull the curtain closed just a bit?" Should it be a bit?

She did and came back and said, "I'm Viviane Ceniza."

"Please kiss me Viviane, I think it might be fun to be queer around you."

Her lips were soft, and her tongue touched me, causing me to reach out touch her arm, wanting her to stay, my mouth giving way to her tongue and I moaned into her mouth. Her hand was on my hip, oh for fuck's sake, my legs started thrashing. She grabbed my ass, and my legs got stiff, that's when I came, her hand continued to squeeze and rub me, then she murmured, "let it go sweetie," I laid my head against her arm, my chest heaving.

She left after a peck on my cheek, and I fell into a light sleep.

When I woke up there was a doctor next to me, and an older nurse, they said they needed to check my blood pressure again, it had been elevated earlier. She did it and it was eighty-four over sixty-eight.

He said, "That matches your old records, you ran in the Olympic trials for the 2004 Olympics, I watched that, you were really good. You look like you're thirty or so, so make sure you hydrate if you're going to run again. They'll have some paper work for you sign in a few minutes, and you can go home."

The same nurse came in about ten minutes later with the paperwork, and I looked at the date, it was then that I saw I had been here since yesterday.

"I was here overnight?"

She pulled up the chart at the end of the bed. "When you were admitted your blood pressure was extraordinarily low, which was caused by the dehydration. You've got stitches on your hand, too, They put you on a very low morphine drip for the first few hours, and it's been off for fourteen hours. You must get more water into your system if you're going to be serious about your running again Bonnie."

"You remember me?"

"Everyone does, honey. You overcame Sissy, Hannah and Sylvia own Bremerton, my goodness yes."

"Have I had any visitors?"

"No, there's a visitor's log, nobody signed in, it's digital. Your purse is in the closet, along with your runners."

She helped me get out of bed, I put my runners on and got my purse. My phone was in there and I'd turned it off, or someone had. I powered it up.

There was a text from Hannah, saying Sylvia's treatment had started, and that she had temporarily moved into the Collegiana Inn, as the treatment was for eight weeks, also would I please pick up the Kitsap Sun off the porch, get better xxxooo Mom.

I caught a cab back to Mannette, which was fifty dollars plus tip. The house was stuffy, I opened a kitchen window, and the air from the bay smelled wonderful.

I didn't see anything in the fridge, there was a horizontal freezer in the built in garage that was too small for modern cars, and so it was a storage space for a couple who had been together for thirty-four years. Bikes hanging from the ceiling, even an ancient big wheel. I looked in the freezer. There were Tupperware containers labeled with all kinds of stuff, I mean, there were dozens. I found two that said Costco Chicken, another that said hominy and mushroom casserole. I was hungry.

I cut up the hard chicken with a Chinese cleaver, then added everything into a Pyrex dish, some salt and pepper, and some frozen peas from the refrigerator freezer, covered it, and put it in the old oven at three fifty. I found some day old ciabatta bread, so I cut several slices for toast.

I had an old laptop in the spare bedroom I'd been staying in, and brought it down to the kitchen. Monthly I'd get an email from Sylvia's firm, but never paid much attention to it. I opened my yahoo account and got the most recent one, looked at the list of investments, and there was nearly two million dollars from the settlement with the University of Washington, all in a trust. I googled my old head coach, she was an assistant athletic director at the University of Oregon, there was a directory and I found both her email, and a phone number, so I sent her an email. I told her I wanted to put myself into a position to run in the marathon trials for the Olympics, and I needed guidance to build up for that, intervals etc. nutrition, hydration etc. Bonnie Kendrick.

I got up and checked up on the casserole, stirred it, another five minutes or so. I put the bread into the old four slice toaster. I looked into their master bedroom and there was a cradle. Jenny or Rose?

I was happy for them; my moms were pivoting to be grandmothers. Looking out the window, I noticed that Hannah's old Isuzu was parked in the drive way.

I called her as I pulled the casserole out of the oven, and turned the oven off. The toast was done. I got her voicemail and said, 'Mom can I borrow the Isuzu. I want to drive down to Eugene, Oregon, my old coach, Laney Andrews is there now and I want to see about working with the team, there might be an opening, love you, hugs to both of you. I'll come over tomorrow.'

The dinner was amazing actually, some tapatio hot sauce and two bottles of water. I had two bowls and there would be enough for tomorrow.

I opened up Instagram and looked up Viviane. She was married with two little girls.

Her husband was an orthopedic surgeon. Still batting oh for forever.

I made an effort to really hydrate, refilling the glass bottles, and putting them in the fridge, by noon the next day I had cycled through ten of the bottles.

My phone buzzed and it was coach Andrews text response, 'Sure, good facilities all over the place, but it's not cheap."

My response, 'Money's not an issue, just think I got something left and want to try one more time.'

'Let me know, you can stay with us until you find a place.'

'Perfect coach, next couple of days.'

Phone in hand, I called mom again and she picked up immediately.

"Bonnie! Sylvia is responding well," and her voice broke.

"Mom she's a fighter, how could she not with your love?"

"Bonnie, do you know how much we love you?"

Now it was my voice that seemed to get lost, "Mom, you saved my life, how many times? I've lost my way too many times. I am going to train in Eugene, Oregon, with coach Andrews, nutritionists, flexibility, soup to nuts. I'm shooting for the Olympic trials, for the Marathon in February, of next year in Orlando. Can I use the old Trooper?"

She responded, "We always felt you had such bad luck and should have kept running. Fucking Aoki, ruined you. You have our blessings. The Trooper has a new engine, well rebuilt and new clutch. The title is in the left corner drawer of Sylvia's desk. The oil's been changed, and there's some coupons for one of those lube places in the center console. Keys are in the same drawer, with the title."

I cleaned the house up and put on some old sweats, Bremerton High and my faded Husky tee shirt, and fired up the trooper and headed up to the mall in Silverdale, there was still a Macy's, Sears was gone and there was a Penny's too. I just needed basic stuff. Jeans and tee shirts, half socks, underwear and whatever I'd see.

Two hundred dollars later, I laid it out on the couch and took all the tags off. Mom knew my kryptonite food wise, it was a very simple, basic PB&J with shaved iceberg lettuce, and tuna noodle casserole. I found both in the freezer and put them in a cooler with some ice. Putting all my clothes and shoes in plastic garbage bags, they all fit neatly in the double door trunk.

The old girl fired right up, and I was on highway three, I took the exit in Gorst, to Belfair, Shelton, finally connecting to I-5 via highway 12. I was listening to FM Station KEZX from the University of Washington, and the announcer says, "So Chappell people say this next song is a Queer anthem, so you're out, is there someone in your life now?"

It was like she was slapping my face, she responded, "Yep, I was with her before this started." Then she started singing "Pink Pony Club",

'I know you wanted me to stay

But I can't ignore the crazy visions of me in LA

And I heard that there's a special place

Where boys and girls can all be queens every single day

I'm having wicked dreams of leaving Tennessee

Hear Santa Monica, I swear it's calling me

Won't make my mama proud, it's gonna cause a scene

She sees her baby girl, I know she's gonna scream

God, what have you done?

You're a pink pony girl

And you dance at the club

Oh mama, I'm just having fun

On the stage in my heels

It's where I belong down at the

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing down in

West Hollywood

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club, Pink Pony Club

I'm up and jaws are on the floor

Lovers in the bathroom and a line outside the door

Blacklights and a mirrored disco ball

Every night's another reason why I left it all

I thank my wicked dreams a year from Tennessee

Oh, Santa Monica, you've been too good to me

Won't make my mama proud, it's gonna cause a scene

She sees her baby girl, I know she's gonna scream

God, what have you done?

You're a pink pony girl

And you dance at the club

Oh mama, I'm just having fun

On the stage in my heels

It's where I belong down at the

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing down in

West Hollywood

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club, Pink Pony Club

Don't think I've left you all behind

Still love you and Tennessee

You're always on my mind

And mama, every Saturday

I can hear your southern drawl a thousand miles away, saying

God, what have you done?

You're a pink pony girl

And you dance at the club

Oh mama, I'm just having fun

On the stage in my heels

It's where I belong down at the

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing down in

West Hollywood

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club, Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing

I'm gonna keep on dancing

My fucking song, just my life, a nice submissive girl, please, fuck somebody else like me, my heart pounding and so full of hurt.

Then she started belting Casual,'

My friends call me a loser

'Cause I'm still hanging around

I've heard so many rumors

That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch

I thought you thought of me better

Someone you couldn't lose

You said, "We're not together"

So now when we kiss, I have anger issues

You said, "Baby, no attachment"

But we're Knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out

Is it casual now?

Two weeks, and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach

Is it casual now?

I know what you tell your friends

It's casual, if it's casual now

Then, baby, get me off again

If it's casual, it's casual now

Dumb love, I love being stupid

Dream of us in a year

Maybe we'd have an apartment

And you'd show me off to your friends at the pier

I know, "Baby, no attachment"

But we're knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out

Is it casual now?

Two weeks, and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach

Is it casual now?

I know what you tell your friends

It's casual, if it's casual now

Then, baby, get me off again

If it's casual

It's hard being casual

When my favorite bra lives in your dresser

And it's hard being casual

When I'm on the phone talking down your sister

And I try to be the chill girl

That holds her tongue and gives you space

I try to be the chill girl

But honestly, I'm not

Knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out

Two weeks, and your mom invites me to her Long Beach house

I know what you tell your friends

Baby, get me off again

I fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner

Your parents at the table, you wonder why I'm bitter

Bragging to your friends, I get off when you hit it

I hate to tell the truth, but I'm sorry, dude, you didn't

I hate that I let this drag on so long, now I hate myself

Hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell

In Seattle, there's a bunch of queer bars in the Capitol Hill area, which is so funny because my biological dad's Grammy raised him there.

But Santa Monica, fuck, a lesbian hotbed, who knew. But I was a nun now, or mostly, but wait, she said she was with somebody special now. There's got to be queers in Eugene. I felt sleepy or tired as I rolled through Centralia, so I took an exit and went through a mom and pop coffee booth, I wanted a mocha. When it was my turn, the girl slid the window open.

She had her hair, which was pink, in bangs just above her eye brows, her lips were beautiful, she had three rings through her lower lip. She tucked her hair behind her ear showing double Venus earrings, she was so fucking gorgeous.

"What'll it be sweetie," she sounded older, I started to talk and stammered, finally pushing out, "sixteen ounce mocha, three shots, baby girl."

Oh fuck, what did I just do, she stared at me and I felt flush, my heart pounding, oh fuck and then Chappell Roan was belting out Casual again.

She said, "six dollars," and I gave her a twenty, she continued to stare at me and she said, "park over there," she pointed with long thin fingers, with long nail extensions. I drove over and parked waiting for her. A few minutes later she slid into the passenger seat, and was eating my face, pulling on my nipples, then her hand slid into my sweats, oops no panties, and then she banged me. Several shuddering orgasms later, I hit the lever and my seat back, laid back, I murmured, "hump my face baby."

She did and I ate her ass, her cunt yielded to my search for her g-spot and she came very, hard. Life was good.

I slept in her room that night, she had roommates and she had a harness and a dildo and fucked the shit out of me. Turns out she was eighteen. Sigh.

I did my worst walk of shame, a grown woman whose cunny was annihilated by an eighteen year old. Maybe some kind of counselling is in order, I thought as I ate the last two sandwiches with water. If she would move to Eugene, sigh.

About noon, I pulled off into Kalama, for food and it's right besides this huge river, with freighters and ships going every which way. I googled breakfast food and found this place called Stuffi's, and it was a twenty-four-seven, with breakfast all day, hamburgers, fresh salmon and sea-run cut throat steaks. Kind of like the Cheesecake Factory, except real people food. I punched the address into google maps, and followed the directions.

When I got there I found a seat at the counter, and got a menu, coffee and water. After a bit the waitress appeared and she said, "I'm Sandi. Welcome to Stuffi's, what would you like?"

"Umm, I most def want the big cinnamon roll, then corned beef hash, two poached eggs and hashbrowns, with rye toast. Could I get some peanut butter too."

Sandi, leaned in and softly said, "you have hickeys all over your neck girl, I have some pancake makeup if you need to cover it up," she paused and spoke even more softly, "I'm a hot wife, my hubby likes to watch men take me, lots of handsome truckers on this corridor, he's the cook."

I examined Sandi. She was PRETTY, maybe what you would describe as pleasingly plump, with a double chin and she had red hair like me. Massive tits, causing the blouse to open up between the buttons. Her ass just might be one of the bigger ones I've eaten, but I could steal her from her dip shit hubby, letting some stinky old trucker fuck his wife.

"Sandi, umm, I don't do hot wife stuff, but I am one hundred and forty percent lesbian. I'd steal you from that idiot after I fuck your brains out for a couple of hours, my dick don't shrivel up, you want big, I'll fist both your cooze and your pucker, and you will come baby. Kiss me baby."

She whirled around and walked back to the pass through, and put my order through. She worked the counter as I worked my phone, there was a new pic at the hospital with Hannah and Silvia, with Jennie and Rose, as well as Scott and Nathan, with the caption, 'We love you Bonnie, we're pulling for you.' I took two selfies, showing Stuffi's and then me, I texted back to them, 'It means the world to me, love Bons.'

The food came. The cinnamon roll was the size of a hubcap on a sixty-one DeSoto. The corn beef hash was the best ever, crust on the bottom, the eggs running into it. Cholula hot sauce on the hashbrowns, peanut butter and orange marmalade on the toast, and there was a carafe of the coffee too.

I googled Etsy, and bought two tee shirts, a black tee shirt showing Chappell riding a mare, and along the bottom it said, 'I'm going to keep on dancing,' and the other was white with red letters, 'I'm not a lesbian, but my wife is.'

Sandi was watching me, as was the coffee girl. I asked, "could I get a piece of the blackberry pie?"

She nodded yes and pulled a pie out of the round display fridge that hall the pies chilled, and she cut me a double slice and put some vanilla ice cream on top. The coffee girl filled up the carafe with coffee.

They watched me eat. When I finished there was a bit of the vanilla ice cream melting, I looked about for a spoon. Sandi handed one to me.

She stared at me, so I leaned forward and said, "the woman I loved, convinced me to fuck other women, once. I gave her my heart and she degraded me. That stupid fuck that's convinced you to fuck smelly, fat truckers is doing it for him, not you. If I was your wife I would worship you, I would never degrade you. You're probably not queer like me, but run girl, do you want your kids to hear that shit from their classmates?"

I reached into my pocket, peeled of two twenty dollar bills, and put them on the counter.

She said, "Who are you?"

I said, "My name is Bonnie Kendrick."

She cocked her head and responded, "the runner, Lord love a duck, you look like you're thirty."

"That's so sweet dumpling, find a good man, try Portland, or even Seattle, my old home town of Bremerton, has lots of good Navy men. It's about love and care."

I got sleepy just south of Portland, took a longer route and stopped in Newburg, which is where there's a division three Christian or Quaker school, Herbert Hoover had coached there and he was a Quaker, whatever that means. It's a beautiful old town with tree lined streets, providing shade against the summer heat. I parked outside a home, cracked the windows in all four doors, laid my seat back and drifted off into a dream filled sleep. I was honeymooning and it was with Sandi, we were kissing and we couldn't fuck, I was frustrated in my dream...

"Hey there, are you okay?" I felt a hand lightly caress my face, was I still dreaming, my mouth felt like there was cotton, then, " hey girl, come on wake up."

The hand caressing my face smelled of citrus, I turned my face into it, and kissed the palm of the hand and stifled a moan. My eyes popped open to see the arm connected to the hand, and rising into a voluptuous middle aged woman, flanked by two equally stunning women. One was black, and the other looked Hispanic, but she might have been a Philippino. They all had the tits I wished I was born with.

I stared with longing into the face of the older woman who held my gaze. I squeaked out a "Hi." I bit my lip, that was my lesbian tell, just like that she smirked at me.

"Would you like a glass of lemonade," she asked in a sultry voice.

I nodded yes, desperately trying not to bite my lip, but my traitorous tongue snuck out and touched my lip, then I bit my lip, fuck me sweet Jesus, she was so hot.

"Come on in then," she said. I popped the seat back up and rolled up the windows, got the keys and was out of the door, her hand immediately slid into mine our fingers interlocking.

As tears ran down my face, I stopped and said, "Please don't do this. My whole life is littered with women that have hurt me and lied to me, I can't take another."

Her hands cupped my face, then she kissed my eyelids and my cheeks. There were arms encircling my waist, and kisses on my face and neck. My feet and legs carried me up the stairs onto the porch, and through the door.

There were children everywhere, several elderly ladies in and out of the kitchen.

She said, "sit I owe you a cool drink."

The drink was brought by the young black woman, it looked to me like she wanted to fuck me senseless, which seemed like I was needful of happening. My cunny didn't know it seemed, and she was shrieking at me, 'she wants to fuck you, turn on the wetness, just kiss her for fuck's sake...'

Her lips were so soft, her tongue conquering my mouth, but it was gentle and tender, no domination, she brushed my nipples gently, causing my tummy to flutter with an impending orgasm, that was going to be like nothing I'd ever had. Another hand gently pulled on one nipple, and another hand fondled the other A-Cup breast. I lost control of my mouth, legs, my whole body as my legs stiffened, my toes curled, and my body shuddered with the most monstrous orgasm of my life. My sweat pants were soaking wet with my juices.

The lemonade spilled all over my shirt and I slumped over on my right side, my body felt like it was vibrating, like a tuning fork, and slobber was trickling out of the corner of my mouth.

"What did you do to her?"

"We kissed and I touched her nipples, she had an enormous orgasm."

I was helped to sit up, and was handed another glass of lemonade. I drank the lemonade slowly. I handed the glass back to the..., well her, I didn't even know her name and rose to my feet.

I said," I have to go."

The one who held my hand said, "We're friends," smiling brightly at me as if that bit of lunacy meant something to me.

"We're not friends. We're not even fuck buddies," I started to move around her and she slid in front of me.

She said, "you don't understand. We're Quakers, oftentimes we call ourselves friends."

"When I get to Eugene, I'll google Quakers. All I know about Quakers is Quaker Oats."

"We are wives, each other's wives. We exist in a polyamory marriage."

"Does one of you have a dick? I see kids."

"We rely on brothers, and uncles for in vitro fertilization. More importantly, we want you to join us as one of our wives."

I said. "The notion of having three stunning women to love me, is what I would call an embarrassment of riches. I have wandered about the desert looking for someone I could be in a stable relationship with, who would take care of my heart. Timing is everything, and I am on a quest to finish something I started when I was younger. When I'm done, perhaps I can check back with you. Is that okay?" There was no response, so I assumed the answer was no, I turned and left, and was out the door and settled into the Trooper.

The Hispanic woman was tapping on my window, which I rolled down.

She said, "Of course you can come back. What is your quest and who are you?"

"My quest is the 2024 Olympic Marathon. Interim are the trials in Orlando, next February. My name is Bonnie Kendrick, I was an All American and lost in the trials in 2004. I am going to train in Eugene."

"Bonnie, my name is Carmelita. Can we exchange phone numbers?" she raised her eyebrows in question.

I opened up my phone and handed it to her, she texted herself from my phone and I heard a ping. She handed my phone back.

"One more thing, baby," her voice is lower and sultry now, "kiss me so you have something to dream about."

There it was, if I thought the other girl's kiss was hot, this one was pillow soft, tender, and aggressive, she licked my jaw, then my neck and she pulled away.

"Your wedding night, you will be mine, and you will remember it the rest of your life."

I connected out via Woodburn, and it took about ninety minutes to get to Eugene. I texted Coach Andrews, and said I'd be there about five or so. Was that a good time, or should I grab some dinner first?

About fifteen minutes later from her, 'In Seattle, recruiting thing, go to my address, in the back yard under the pot is a key, alarm is 121212 I'll be back tomorrow. Oh your room is down stairs, it's all ready.'

I made it, grabbed my stuff in the bags, and went to the back of the older home, there was a built in barbecue, azalea plants and rhododendrons too, oh, and some wind chimes. I found the key and entered the alarm code, and brought my stuff down the stairs to my room. It was like a little apartment with a small kitchen, a range, sink, microwave, dishwasher, and there was a tiny washer and dryer. There was a rec-room down the corridor from my apartment.

There was a door to the driveway, and out I went to get my cooler. I brought it all in, dumped the ice in my shower, and put the tuna noodle casserole in the oven at three hundred degrees. I went upstairs, reset the alarm and locked the back door.

She and her husband had three kids, two sons and a daughter, but they had to have been gone by now. I walked through the house, huge gourmet kitchen, a formal dining room to sit twelve with a side board. There was dust on the table.

There were some pictures of her two sons, but none of her husband or daughter. I walked up to the fireplace mantle and swept my hand across the top of it, it too was covered with dust.

Back to the kitchen, I checked the fridge, to see if there was something I could use to make a salad with. It was empty and turned off.

I realized that she did not live here. There were stairs adjacent to the front door, and I went up them as quietly as I could be. Her bedroom door was open, it was as sterile as the rest of the house. I looked in the closet and there were some clothes, hers only, no shoes.

It felt like I was in a Stephen King story, and Kathy Bates was going to surprise me with a sledgehammer.

I retraced my steps all the way to the basement. There was a freezer in the laundry room, and there were some bags of frozen vegetables, broccoli, green peas and cut corn. I saw a half a dozen bottles of Stolichnaya orange flavored vodka, so I took the veg and one bottle of the Vodka.

This was turning out to be a colossally weird day. I needed to get a laptop and look for a place to live.

Finding some glasses, I poured a double shot of the vodka into a small class. There was a Pyrex dish to use and I put some of the peas and broccoli in it, and slid it into the oven.

I sat down and googled her name again, and her husband whose name was Jeff. There was one thing for her, he had divorced her citing adultery and named a guy who was a donor, (TYEE) at the University of Washington, and who also worked for that huge software company based in Redmond. Her daughter was named Linda, I googled her and she popped up in Vanity Fair magazine, showing her in a set of wedding pictures featuring Coach and the Software guy.

I googled her ex-husband, he was now the Athletic Director at the University of Central Florida, and his two kids were now minor league baseball players, after both being high draft picks.

I ate some dinner which was good, the vodka was better than I recalled.

I found a place in Eugene, that specialized in 'A balanced nutrition plan' for women marathon runners, especially carbo loading and eating strategies. It was located a block from the Prefontaine Center. I found similar places for running strategies, flexibility and Yoga.

The doorbell rang. I ran upstairs and disabled the alarm, opened door and there was a nice looking older couple standing there.

I said, "Hello, can I help you?"

She said, "Hi, are you Bonnie Kendrick?"

I nodded yes.

She said, "I'm Nora, I'm Laney's sister and this is my husband, Nick."

I stepped back so they could enter the house.

We stood in the entry hall staring at each other. Nora said, "did you find everything you needed?"

I nodded yes and stared at her.

I said, "Does she live in Seattle now?"

"Oh dear, "she said.

"The address works for the NIL stuff and the NIL money, right? But she is living in Seattle, right?"

She nodded yes.

"Why on earth would she lie to me? I came down here to train with her, I don't need her money, I have my own. I'm going to some appointments tomorrow and then I'll find a place to stay, I'll be gone the day after. I'll reach out to her in the morning, I'm sure she's busy."

I thought to myself about the whole Aoki mess, and the suit against the University of Washington, it just seemed so randomly mean spirited to do this. More than anything the drive down, and now this weirdness, I needed to get stronger and protect myself.

Out of nowhere I had a memory of my dad, I was ten or so, my dad and I were having lunch at this old diner on sixth street, called Noah's Diner. He got fish and chips and I had a toasted turkey bacon sandwich, with a chocolate milk shake. I was telling him about this girl who was always making fun of me, because I was so much taller than everyone else.

I went by Judy Martin, before Mom adopted/emancipated me and he says, "Judy do you know why people fuck with you?"

I said. "No."

He said, "because they think they can. Next time she does that, push her down and run away. Your arms will allow you to keep her away from you, and she'll stop soon enough."

I thought to myself, it's up to me if I can do this, I don't need coach to be my crutch. I need to stand up, fall down, pick myself up, or don't, I'm a grown woman. I needed to see how much fight I have in me, and how tough I could be. Nobody owes me anything.

I gathered my stuff up into the bags, put the casserole in my cooler. I googled cheap hotels, and got a room at the Parkway Inn, which was three minutes away for ninety dollars, it had a queen bed and a sauna.

I walked from the hotel to a nondescript façade, with a simple sign Physical Therapy for Runners.

Entering, there was a receptionist, I walked up to her counter and said, "I need to work with someone as I build towards Olympic Trials, for the marathon next February. My name is Bonnie Kendrick, and I ran in the ten thousand meters' trials, in 2004.

She said. "Can you fill out this new patient information forms, and I need your insurance card."

It took me two minutes to fill it out and bring it up to her. There was this electronic sign in thing that I did. I was ushered in, and the therapist was glancing at my information. He looked up at me and said, "are you forty?"

I said, "almost."

He sat down at a table and was working on a laptop. He looked up at me and said.

"You were a great runner, what happened?"

I said, "Life. I am going to do this, will you help me?"

He said, "I'd really like to help you."

He gave me some handouts, then talked me through them:

"Okay we are going to do some complicated intervals:

First, warm up with easy jogging, and dynamic stretching.

Secondly, run a series of eight hundred meters at your target race pace, followed by a jog or a walk, for the same duration.

There was more and at the end I asked where should I run, he said, "I will get you into the Prefontaine Center."

I said I intended to work with a nutritionist, and flexibility and yoga instructors. He gave me referrals and I was set.

I signed a twelve month lease on a three bedroom condo that was unfurnished, so I bought some things like, beds, kitchen table, leather soft couch, dining room table, two flat screen televisions, Wi-Fi connectivity etc. Such a pain in the ass. My referrals and my PT therapist (Tom) all suggested I buy this ASIX Noveaublast 5 runners, for one hundred and fifty dollars, three pairs, all purple (Go Huskies!).

My Etsy tee shirts found their way from Laney's house. I was running at the Prefontaine center, and I wore the one that said, 'I'm not a lesbian, but my wife is' doing my intervals, the rapid eight hundred meters over and over again. There was this really big, muscular woman, running slowly in the outer rings and she was stunningly beautiful, but I kept on running and well, I was not looking. I finished and was walking it out, then she was next to me. She said, nothing for half a lap.

She then said. "Sup girl."

I said. "Hey."

"What's your wife like?"

I glanced over at her, seeing her looking at me, she was like runway model beautiful, as tall as me and maybe eighty pounds heavier, but not fat.

I said, "Never really had one, lots and lots of bad relationships and hook ups though.

How about you?"

"Would you like to go to dinner tonight?"

I should just walk into the infield and spread my legs for her.

I said, "I'm a really good cook. Could I cook you dinner at my condo? I'm working up for marathons, so I have to carbo load, but would you like a steak, or roast chicken?"

She had a high very feminine voice and she said, "I'm Lana and I'm already on the Olympic rugby team. Either of those would be lovely."

I said, "I'm Bonnie, pretty girl, do you have your phone, I can give you my number and address. My stuff is in the locker room and my phone is there." We bumped hips.

Dinner was fun, she spent the night, and it was hard to imagine that such a big, physically powerful woman, was so very shy and submissive. It was tender and loving, I ate her ass and strummed her clit, and she came. It was then that she told me she was a virgin.

I was all for her, soft and tender fingers, and my thigh between her legs, softly rubbing her gorgeous unshaved bush, while giving her hickeys on her monstrously big tits, and then her neck. She was wearing down when I bit on her nipple and she stiffened, clinging to me as she begged me to stop.

Things carried on like that for a few days. One morning she started crying as we were spooning in our condo, she said, "I'm totally in love with you, please don't leave me, I think I'd die if you did."

There it was. I knew I loved her, we had this balance between us, we could talk and both of us listened. I said, "should we shop for engagement rings tonight?"

She turned to look into my eyes and I nodded, we kissed tenderly, then we cuddled and her bottom was against me, she softly said, "I knew you were the one, when I first saw you."

I sent pics and texts to my moms, and sisters.

My first marathon was set in Seattle. I was unsponsored and wore my Chappell Roan pink pony club tee shirt. The marathon was twenty-six miles, I ran it in two hours, twenty-nine minutes, thirty point four zero seconds, finishing third overall as I got outkicked by two men. There was an ESPN stringer there who interviewed me, and asked me who I was, and where I had gone to school.

"I am Bonnie Kendrick, I was an All American ten thousand meter runner for the Huskies, Go Dawgs! I ran in the trials that year, and just missed making the Olympic team. Shout out to Lana, I love you."

We caught the ferry and I brought Lana home to meet Hanna, Silvia, Ginny and Rose. Silvia's treatment was done, and she was in remission. Lana was trembling she was so nervous. I patted her hand and said, "they already love you, take a deep breath."

It was an avalanche. Lana enveloped in love from my Hannah, Silvia, Jenny and Rose, there was food, mom's cod, corn chowder with sweet potatoes and creamed corn. Rose barbecued steelhead and sea run cutthroats, corn bread with jalapenos and blackened carrots.

We were laughing and singing karaoke of pink pony club, we were killing it and everyone just stopped and listened to us. Jenny said, "you guys are really good, you killed that!"

I said. "Well we're about as queer as it gets honey, and we're going to get married this summer."

My phone rang, who calls me anymore that isn't already in this room. I picked up the phone and answered. "Hello."

"May I speak with Bonnie Kendrick?"

I said. "You got her first time."

"Well, I'm Scott Van Pelt of ESPN, and Bonnie, you're live on Sports Center."

I said. "Hey Scott and Sports Center," I pointed at the Television.

He laughed and said, "you're pretty chill for what you did today, fourth fastest woman's Marathon in the US this year, and you almost beat the men."

I laughed and said, "next time I'll sneak up on them."

"What's next for you?"

"Well, my girlfriend and I are going to get married in a couple of weeks, then we're both prepping for the Olympics."

He said, "I saw you with Lana..."

I interrupted him and said, "yep, America's rugby queen is making an honest woman of me, baby say hi to Scott and ESPN Sports Center."

"Hey Scott and Sports Center, you be nice to my honey, okay?"

He said, "You guys train together?"

Lana responded. "We live in Eugene, and train there, Bonnie's mostly at the Prefontaine Center, and I work with a long term trainer, and my family is close by. We are going to have a place in Bremerton, by Bonnie's family and we love the vibe in Eugene for queers, and we want to have a family too."

I popped in and said, "Scott come out, we'll cook you dinner."

He said, "I'd love to do that, I will get it setup okay?"

I said, "cool, I do have three more marathons before the trials."

It was two weeks out and he was coming, his producer called us and it was the week of our wedding, while I was talking to her, I said. "Hey we're getting married on Saturday, would you want to shoot some scenes from that?"

End Bonnie falls in love part 5.

Coming soon

Where does the couple go on their honeymoon, who gets to be a mom first, my half brother Jim has my DNA Lana's first?