Shane and Carmen: The Novelization Ch. 14

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Shane and Carmen: The Novelization

Chapter 14: The Traveling Wilburys

When Carmen dropped Shane off at her house, Shane asked, "Do you want to come in for a while?"

"Thanks but no thanks. I think I just want to go home and take a shower and talk to my mom. I have to tell her I'm moving out and moving in with you."

"Will that be a problem?"

"No, I don't think so. My mom's pretty cool. But we'll see."

It was much easier than Carmen had expected.

"Hey, honey, how was your trip?" her mom, Mercedes, asked when Carmen came into the kitchen in her big fluffy terrycloth robe after her shower. Mercedes was at the sink preparing dinner. She was a large, affable woman, having the capacity for infinite love and infinite solicitude -- and implacable anger and fierceness in defense of her family, most especially her beloved children. She was not a person to cross, but if she loved you, she loved you forever. These were traits among many others she shared with her daughter, including the capacity for hard work, single-mindedness, a big heart, compassion, and a sense of fun.

Carmen loved her mother and had always gotten along well with her, even during the notoriously difficult teen years, which in Carmen's case weren't difficult at all. It helped that Carmen had been an angelic child, an "A" student, pleasant, cooperative, fun, hard-working, affectionate. It also helped a great deal that from about the age of 12 onward, there was one aspect of Carmen's life that she kept secret from her mother. This meant she spent her teen years largely free of boys, which was also a major factor in her peaceful adolescence. Perhaps it was because she was intelligent and perceptive that Carmen somehow understood that her own sexuality and sexual orientation were not something she wished to discuss with her mother. What would be the point: It was hardly negotiable. She understood intuitively that she was "different" from the other girls, but she also sensed this wasn't something she could discuss with Mercedes. In any event, Mercedes' views on homosexuality were well known, as was Mercedes' opinion that the proper role for a woman in life was to get married to a man -- a nice man, if possible -- and have children and grandchildren.

Either that, or become a nun -- that was okay, too. Mercedes didn't like whores and hookers, sluts, girls who were "easy," girls who went from man to man to man, women who cheated on their husbands, women who ran off with married men, women who used curse words in public, women who showed off too much skin and too much cleavage, women who used curse words in private, and of course lesbians, most especially those dykey ones with the short hair, the unshaved arms and legs, and the flannel shirts and boots. And yes, living in Los Angeles and near Hollywood, Mercedes recognized that she lived in the middle of thousands and thousands of such unacceptable women, as she saw it. At least in the barrio, in the Hispanic and Latino culture, there weren't too many of the bad kind, except for the ones who went out with the boys from the gangs. Mercedes didn't worry too much about Carmen, but she had once worried about Carmen being influenced by her best friend, Lucia Torres, who lived across the street. Mercedes liked Lucia well enough when she was little, perhaps on behalf of Carmen and especially before puberty, but the fact was, Lucia was a little wild, so they said. Mercedes knew she was dating a boy from one of the gangs named Pablo Fuentes. When people said Lucia was "dating" Pablo, everyone knew that meant something else. After Lucia ran away, Carmen spent a lot of time at the church, and that was a good thing; she was almost certainly praying for her friend, and maybe she had even been thinking about becoming a nun. Mercedes had always said out loud that one day Carmen would make a good nun. Mercedes had never heard of the word "libido."

"Did your friend get into the hospital okay?" Mercedes asked when Carmen came into the kitchen.

"Yes, Mom, she's fine, thanks. We got her in okay. It was pretty sad, though."

"Yes, poor little thing. I hope she be okay."

"Me, too. What can I do to help with dinner?"

"You can get out the vegetables and everything to make a salad, and cut them up."

"Sure."

"And what about your other friend who shared Jenny's house. What was her name? Chawn?"

"Shane. She's fine."

"Chane. She going to be looking for a roommate now? You should think about moving in with her."

Carmen froze, then thought to herself, wow, some days you just get lucky. "Well, mom, I wanted to talk to you about that. Would you be okay with me moving out?"

"Am I hokay? Oh, yes. I will miss you, my baby of the family, but you are twenty-five years old, you know. Time for you to leave the nest and go out into the world. I have been expecting it for several years now. You are such a big girl now -- no, I know! I know! I should have said such a woman! and you work so hard, two jobs. But you also need to start looking around more seriously at the young men, you know. Start thinking about getting married." She winked at Carmen. "Start thinking about babies."

"Well, I don't know about that, Mom. I don't think I'm quite ready for marriage and babies."

"Eh, we'll see. One day you find the right man and two minutes later, wedding bells! That's what always happens."

Carmen laughed. "Okay, Mom. Wedding bells. Right."

"I so want to see you in your beautiful white wedding dress and mantilla. You will be so pretty!"

"I wanted to talk to you about that. See, for my wedding I was thinking about going all Goth, wearing this kind of black tube top and a black leather miniskirt--"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! Nooo!" Mercedes cried out, turning away from the sink. "Carmencita!"

But Carmen was laughing. She went to her mother and hugged her. "Mom! I was teasing you!" She kissed her on the cheek. "Oh, I sooooo got you!"

"Oh, Carmen," Mercedes said, holding her hand over her heart.

"I got you, I got you," Carmen chanted in a playful sing-song voice as she chopped up the salad lettuce. "I got you, I got you."

***

It should and could have been a simple move, but it took nearly three weeks from start to finish. First, Shane and Carmen had agreed that although they would sleep together every night, Shane would basically maintain her own room, and Carmen would have Jenny's old room. At night, they would sleep together in one room or the other, and it didn't matter to them which room it was. Carmen suggested that since she was the one with the most fluid dynamics, most nights it probably ought to be her room, since she put a special plastic liner over her mattress underneath the sheets. When they slept in Shane's bed, they'd just have to remember to put a couple of towels down first, if they thought things were going to get aquatic.

The first issue was that Jenny's room was pink, and as girly a girl as Carmen was, pink was just a little further than she could go. She talked to the landlord and got permission to repaint the room, at her own expense and labor. Even with Carmen's prodigious work ethic, it still took almost a week to prep the bedroom for painting. Carmen went over almost every evening after work, and after eating dinner with Shane if Shane was home and hungry, she worked on the room ... until she and Shane got a little frisky. There were two nights during which Carmen got exactly four minutes worth of work done, and on those evenings Shane was less than helpful, being the chief cause of the distraction. It's tough to put painter's tape around molding and trim when a horny lesbian has her face in your bush.

Still, by the weekend the room was ready for painting. Carmen arrived at ten after eight Saturday morning and let herself in, knowing Shane was still asleep and would be for several more hours. She went into her new bedroom-to-be, which was completely taped. Plastic drop cloths covered the floor and the major furniture, which was pushed toward the center of the room. Carmen opened up the brand new gallon of eggshell white paint, poured some into a paint tray, and was ready to go. But before she started painting she stripped down almost naked, wearing only a pair of very old flip-flops. She put a translucent plastic shower cap over her luxurious hair, and put on a pair of clear plastic safety glasses in case paint splattered toward her eyes. Dressed for the occasion, she began painting the room. First, using a wide paint brush and a three-step kitchen stepladder she cut in the corners all the way around the ceiling. Then using a roller attached to a broom handle, she rollered the ceiling. She didn't worry about the occasional drops of paint that got on her, since she was naked and the paint was latex and would wash off. When the ceiling was done, she cleaned out the paint tray and roller in the bathroom and switched to a can of light beige to use on the walls.

***

Tina checked her watch and saw that it was time for Angelica's mid-morning bottle. Beside her on the living room couch Bette was reading an art magazine. As Tina walked toward the kitchen to prepare the bottle, she glanced out the dining room window at Shane and Carmen's house across the driveway. What was unusual was that the curtains and blinds that had normally hung in Jenny's bedroom window were gone, and Tina could see right into the bedroom.

"Bette, come here a minute," Tina called out.

"Something wrong?" Bette asked, suddenly concerned for the baby's well-being.

"No, it's nothing. Just come here for a second."

Bette put down her magazine and walked to the dining room window. "Oh, wow," she said.

Across the way, Tina and Bette could see into Jenny's old bedroom, where a naked Carmen, with her back to them, could be seen roller-painting the far wall of the bedroom. Silently -- and not a little mesmerized -- they stood at the window and admired Carmen's body.

"Can you believe Shane is tapping that?" Tina asked.

"I know," Bette said. "I give it one month, tops. But in the course of that one month I think Shane is going to get all she can handle of some of the finest pussy in all of California."

"I know. And look at those tattoos on her ass. I hope she turns around. Shane told Alice that Carmen has these two lines of some kind of Mayan flower tattooed next to her pubes, it's the front termination of those vine things around her waist."

"Oh, Carmen, please turn around," Bette pleaded, "pretty please, pretty please."

But it was the nature of the work that Carmen didn't have to turn around, and soon she passed out of their view as she moved to the next wall.

"Damn," Tina said. "She's doing the front wall."

"Yes, but sooner or later she's got to come around to this wall facing us," Bette said. "Go feed Angelica. I'll stay here and keep watch, and when she comes back into view I'll call you."

As it happened, it took almost forty minutes before Carmen got around to the wall with the window overlooking the driveway in it.

"Here she comes!" Bette hissed, and Tina came over with Angelica in her arms. At first all they could see was Carmen's right elbow, and then her right arm as she worked the roller up and down the wall.

And then there she was.

And the fucking goddamn window sill was too high; all they could see was Carmen naked from the bellybutton up except for her shower cap and safety goggles. Her bush was below the line of sight. Her breasts bobbed and moved on her chest as she worked, and it took Bette's breath away anyway, pussy view or no.

Suddenly Carmen realized she was being watched, and looked across at Bette and Tina's house. She saw Bette and Tina looking out the window at her. Bette and Tina immediately mimed applause, clapping their hands and laughing. Carmen laughed too, realizing she'd been putting on one terrific show, and did a mock bow from the waist. Tina held Angelica up facing Carmen and with her hand made Angelica wave a tiny hello. Carmen laughed again, and blew the baby a kiss. Then she went back to work as though nothing had happened.

"Oh, sweetie," Bette breathed, "show us your carpet."

"Think she's a baldy?" Tina asked.

"Mmmm. No. I bet she's got the most beautiful Persian carpet you ever saw."

"Bushy?"

"No, trimmed. Maybe a landing strip, maybe something else. But whatever shape it is, I bet it is some fine carpet munching."

The recollection of Carmen's naked body haunted Tina and Bette all the rest of that weekend. Bette couldn't remember the last time she'd been so horny, though the vision of Carmen's garden of earthy delight still eluded her.

***

Most of the Friends were already gathered around "their" table for Sunday morning brunch at The Planet when Carmen came in and sat down with a groan.

"What's the matter, babe?" asked Tina, who was sitting next to her.

"Oh, nothing, just a little cramping. I just started my period last night, that's all, and I'm bleeding like crazy."

"Oh, you bleed a lot?" Dana asked. "That's a shame."

"Yeah," Carmen sighed. "I bleed like a stuck pig. I'm a real Juicyfruit."

Everyone laughed except Dana, who asked, "A what?"

"A Juicyfruit. When I have my period, I bleed a lot. When I exercise, I sweat a lot. When I get turned on, I get really wet, and when I cum, not only do I cum a lot, but I even squirt once in a while. So yeah, I seem to have this thing with copious bodily fluids. And I'm a certified, 100-percent lesbian, so that makes me a total fruit. So that's me, a Juicyfruit."

"You're a squirter? Wow, I'm so jealous," Alice said. "That's, like, lesbian nirvana. Who else is a squirter? Anybody?"

Helena blushed. "Um, I've been known to, er...well, yes, a little bit, sometimes."

Everyone looked at her in awe, and everyone around the table had the same silent thought at the same time: Helena and Carmen making love and having a simultaneous squirt. Even Helena and Carmen pondered it. Definitely something to put on the bucket list, and maybe sell tickets to. The temperature in the room seemed to rise about fifteen degrees.

Alice looked at Dana, and Dana made an angry face at her. Dana had once confessed sheepishly to Alice and Shane that she'd squirted when making love to Tanya Gaskins, and didn't know what it was. Alice had had to explain it to her. Clearly Dana didn't want to discuss it with the group, which in any case was still preoccupied with fantasizing about Carmen and Helena ejaculating love geysers on each other.

"Where's Shane?" Bette asked, to change the subject and get everyone back in the room.

"Sleeping late, as usual," Carmen said.

"Rough night last night?" Alice asked, cattily raising her eyebrows, "or just her turn to mop up the bedroom?"

Everyone laughed.

"No, she actually had an emergency call from one of the studios late yesterday afternoon," Carmen said. "Somebody was shooting something that had to be done over the weekend because they couldn't use some location during the week, and it had to be shot at night, and one of the hairdressers was already out of town or something, so Shane had to run out and do the job. And of course, the money was insane and she couldn't turn it down. Union rules and rates, weekend pay, overtime pay, nighttime pay, emergency call-out pay. She got like a thousand bucks or something unreal like that just for a few hours work, but it was like, eight p.m. to midnight, or something. I don't think she came to bed until three or four in the morning, you know how it takes her so long to wind down anyway. So between my period and me going to bed early, and Shane not coming home until late, there was no squirting going on last night, I can tell you that for sure."

"Well, I'm just so glad to see you two guys working out so well together," Bette said, "especially since you are such different types. That's why they say, 'Opposites attract,' I guess."

"I don't think they're all that different," Alice said. "Shane and Carmen have some amazing similarities."

"How so?" Carmen asked, as perplexed as the rest of the group.

"Well, first off, you're both Capricorns," Alice said, "and you know what Zodiac sign Capricorns are most attracted to? Other Capricorns. So it's written in the Zodiac you and Shane would go for each other."

"And Jenny was on the cusp of being a Capricorn," Carmen said. "Maybe that explains my thing with her. I knew there must be a reason. Okay, what else, Alice?"

"Well, you were both raised Catholic, but neither one of you still practices or goes to church, except for a wedding or a funeral or something. In fact, it's not just that you don't practice, you both have some sort of active grudge against the church. Third, neither of you knew your biological fathers. You were both effectively fatherless. That's very significant and ironic," Alice said.

"How so?" Carmen asked.

"Well, the most obvious but ironic thing is that for two fatherless girls, you both have major, significant tattoos devoted to absentee but important father figures. Both tattoos were put on after your father figures had died, and both father figures died in traffic accidents. You know lezzies have all kinds of tats, but very few of them are devoted to Dear Old Dad. I mean, how unusual is that?"

"Shane has a tat about her father? He's dead?" Carmen asked. "Which one? I know all her tats...oh, wait! The one she won't talk about, the violin with the letter M in the small of her back! Is that about her father?"

"No, I didn't say 'father,'" Alice said. "I said, 'father figure.' I don't think Shane knows anything at all about her biological father, even whether he's alive or not. But she once had this father figure in her life, the man who rescued and saved her, and helped turn her into the person she is today."

"I don't know anything about any of this," Carmen whispered, enthralled.

"Me neither," said Tina, and Bette shook her head no, too.

"None of you do," Alice said. "This was all back before you guys knew her, or me, before our little gang here ever got together."

"Well, what happened, girlfriend?" Kit said. "Don't keep us all in suspense! Dish it, girl!"

"Nnnnn, I don't know," Alice said. "I think I may already have said too much. You know how private Shane is about her past. She hates to talk about where she came from and all the stuff that happened to her."

"Doesn't the M stand for McCutcheon?" Tina asked. She had seen the tattoo often enough, whenever Shane had gone swimming in Bette and Tina's pool. "I always assumed it did."

"No, it doesn't," Alice said. "Not even close."

"Oh, wow, I'm blown away," Carmen said. "I once asked her about it, and she clammed up immediately, wouldn't tell me anything. Only that she liked it. Did she tell you about it?"

"Not exactly," Alice said, sorry that she'd ever opened her mouth, but knowing it was too late now. "But I was there when she got it. I even rode with her to the tattoo parlor and watched her get it put on. I know what it means."

"What?" about four of the group asked together, almost shouting.

Alice hesitated. "I don't think I should say anything more, and I'm sorry I even said this much. It's Shane's story, and I don't think I should be the one to tell it."

There was silence for a moment, and it was actually Carmen who put an end to it. "No, you're right, Alice. I know Shane won't talk about it, so that's how she wants it. You don't have to tell us."

"Thanks, Carm," Alice said. "I feel bad I even brought it up."

"Maybe she'll tell me some day," Carmen said.

"I hope so," Alice said. "Maybe she will. She should tell you, but that's not my call."

"What about you, sugar?" Kit asked Carmen. "Your ink is in honor of your daddy, too. That right?"

"Yes, pretty much. He was a Maya medicine man, and he died before I was born, in a motorcycle accident. My mother used to talk about him all the time when I was little, and she loved him very much."