The Case Of The Good-For-Nothing Girlfriend. Mabel Maney

adventure was bad enough, but a whole three days went by without, well …” Velma blushed prettily. “It’s just that every time I’m around you, or even just think of you—” She took Midge’s hand, and slipped it in her panties.

      “Cherry was right. I am going to have to burn these pants!” Midge groaned happily.

      “Oh, Midge,” Velma breathed.

      “Oh, Velma,” Midge groaned.

      “Oh—Lauren!” Velma suddenly hollered.

      “What?” Midge cried, recoiling as if she had been slapped. She jumped up, hitting her head on the car roof.

      Velma turned bright red. “I saw Lauren at the window,” she hurriedly explained. By the time the girls had straightened themselves and tumbled out of the car, Lauren was gone. “Are you sure you saw Lauren at the window?” Midge cried.

      “Here’s proof she was here!” Velma cried, pointing to a large gray rock right outside the car door.

      “Velma, we’re in Wyoming. There are rocks everywhere,” Midge insisted angrily. But when she took a closer look at the rock, she saw it looked just like the one Lauren had had in the quarry. “That darn Lauren was peeking through the window at us!” she fumed aloud.

      “No, I wasn’t,” Lauren declared from her perch on a nearby boulder. She looked like she had been crying! “I was just going to show you my rock, that’s all,” Lauren gulped. “I didn’t see anything, honest.”

      Midge blushed. Although she was upset by the turn of events, she wasn’t nearly as upset as she had been a moment ago when she had heard Velma call out another girl’s name!

      “Oh, sweetie, don’t cry,” Velma begged as she ran over to the young girl.

      “Are you mad at me?” Lauren asked in a quivering voice.

      “I could never be mad at you, Lauren,” Velma assured her. She hugged the girl to her soft bosom and kissed her on the forehead. Lauren beamed. “Let’s put all these rocks back in the trunk before the tow truck gets here,” Velma suggested.

      Although she would rather have left the cumbersome rocks behind, Midge kept her mouth shut. The truth was, Midge would do just about anything to keep in Velma’s good graces. The gang at the Miraloma Club back home, where Midge and Velma socialized every Friday night, often teased her about her devotion to her girl, but Midge just laughed it off. “The way some of our gang change partners, you’d think we were at a square dance,” Midge often quipped.

      She and Velma had known they were destined to be together always since the first day they laid eyes on each other at the women’s penitentiary. Not that they hadn’t had their fights! Midge could remember many a time in the early days when she’d been thrown out of bed and forced to sleep on the stiff, white vinyl sectional sofa.

      “But all the bad times are behind us now,” Midge thought with relief.

      “Let me do that!” she cried when she saw Velma bending to pick up a rock. If she remembered correctly, some of Lauren’s rocks were pretty heavy, and she didn’t want Velma hurting herself!