Free Loving Lena by S. J. Nelson Page B

her out the house, Faye's antiquated car succeeded where all other ploys failed. Months ago, Lena had stopped dating, stopped going out, and stopped dealing with people. She knew Faye worried over her. The divorce had taken its toll emotionally. Her attorney was salivating over a possible quick settlement with the County Police department and her father-in-law. She’d found little joy in the sordid mess and wished it was over, even though she’d moved away.
    Based on Faye’s research, Hoffmann Motors dealership offered the best deals and service. Faye bubbled with excited energy. Lena smiled, glad to see someone animated. Recently, her life had taken on the role of a badly-written television sitcom. No matter how hard she tried to shake the gloominess, it clung to her like a parasitic vine.
    “Look at all these cars,” Faye enthused. “I wanna test drive a couple.” Her legs moved at a fast clip towards the front row where the sports cars were parked and displayed. Lena stood next to her car, a faithful BMW 535, which she’d keep according to the proposed settlement. She stretched and looked around. There were so many cars to choose from; she prayed this wouldn't take all day. Faye beckoned her toward a red mustang.
    “Look at this one.” Faye’s French-manicured hands stroked the hood while she watched her reflection. The yellow-gold sleeveless top and jean mini-skirt complemented her mocha complexion. Lena had always thought of Faye as a black Barbie doll. Shorter than Lena’s almost six feet, Faye’s body was curvaceous, and she sported a perpetual smile. Her short hair matched her angular face and large doe eyes. Faye had no problem with the diva label.
    “Uh, I think you’d better stop looking like you’re about to cum, we are in public.” Lena said laughing.
    “No matter, this baby is a dick magnet. I can't help feeling an instant connection.” Faye pulled open the door and sat inside. Her short skirt rose up her thighs.
    “I see something yellow; please pull your skirt down.” Lena turned her back, covering her eyes. Faye laughed and tugged on the scrap of jean fabric.
    “Okay, Mom.”
    “It looks like you're about to get some help.” Lena watched the blond hunk walk toward them at a leisurely pace, smile firmly in place. Barbie and Ken , she sent an amused glance to her friend.
    “Jeff Raglein.” He extended his hand to Lena introducing himself. When he saw Faye, his mouth opened, minus sound, as he looked her over from the white tips of her toes to the symmetrical cut of her hair. Faye had given him the same run-down and sported a feisty grin of appreciation. Lena hoped this meant she'd get to leave sooner rather than later. To do what ?
    She had no real plans…she just wanted... that was the real problem; she didn't know what she wanted. Her husband's betrayal cut deep. She wasn't sure what hurt more, the fact she'd been blind to all the signs that now seemed glaringly obvious or the five years she'd given of her life living a lie. Her self-confidence plummeted and lived around her ankles. Despite what everyone said, she felt like a fool. She should've known, suspected something, instead she'd been blindsided.
    “Leen? Lena,” Faye called walking to the other side of the car. “Wanna test drive this baby?”
    “No thanks, I’ll, um just wait here.” She smiled at the salesman’s reaction to Faye flashing her yellow panties while sliding in the seat. Lust dripped from his expression as he slid into the passenger's seat, his eyes never leaving Faye's thigh area while he buckled up. Faye tugged at the material, glanced at her, and winked. Lena laughed, silently wished the big guy luck, and headed toward her car.
     
    Kurt Hoffman caught a glimpse of the chocolate beauty on the monitor in his office and froze. There weren’t that many African Americans in Cheyenne and before today he would’ve said either he’d met most of them while growing up in the area, and or at an event, his