Sandy
by Ann Douglas
"Hold the door!" Sandy yelled as she sprinted the last twenty feet to
the rapidly closing door of the Ferry's waiting area.
With only a half foot to spare, the blonde made it through, much to the
disappointment of the deck hand who got his kicks closing the door in
people's faces. Had she missed it, it would be a long hour's wait until
the next Ferry at 1:30 AM. No sooner had she cleared the boarding ramp
when it began to rise, freeing the Staten Island Ferryboat Alice Austin to
begin her journey across New York Harbor.
Taking the late night boat was only one of the problems Sandy Carradine
had encountered since going on her firms four to twelve shift about five
weeks before. Over a month and she still couldn't get into sleeping during
the day. In fact, the fact that the school bus for the local Junior High
School was located right in front of her small apartment house guaranteed
that she would wake up to the sound of two dozen teenagers beneath her
bedroom window every morning at 7:00.
Dropping her large carrybag onto one of the hard plastic seats, Sandy
dropped exhausted into another. It had been another hot and humid August
day and the night had brought little relief. The small Ferry was pretty
empty this time of night, relatively speaking. At least it was a far cry
was the two thousand or so who took the early morning Ferry ride she had
been used to.
"Damn Betty Palmer for getting pregnant!" Sandy said under her breath.
"It's her fault that I'm on this stupid shift again."
Six weeks ago, Sandy had been summoned to her supervisor's office and
told that since Betty was taking early maternity leave, she would have to
replace her as the night shift supervisor. The twenty five year old had
protested that she had only come off the night shift six months before.
Therefore it wasn't fair that she be sent back. That if anything, Steve
Liebowitz, the new intern who would eventually replace Betty on nights when
her four month tour was over, should just take over a little early.
The reply that she had gotten was that with Betty's sudden departure,
they felt it would be better to have an experienced hand at the helm so to
speak. Liebowitz just wasn't ready for all that responsibility. Fighting
back her anger, Sandy had to resist the sudden urge she had to tell them
what she would like to do with her experienced hand.
So for the last month, Sandy had rearranged her life to fit the new work
schedule. With a few bumps along the way, she had finally settled into a
more or less even routine. The only really great problem now was her
boyfriend, Peter Ryan.
Sandy had been dating Peter for about three months. They had met
through Jim Anderson, a mutual friend, at a birthday party for his wife.
Sandy was instantly taken by his rugged good looks and electric
personality. Six years older, Peter had looked into her deep blue eyes and
asked her out less than five minutes after they'd been introduced. When
they had gone out to dinner a few nights later, it took all the former
Catholic High School girl's self control, not to jump into bed with him at
the very first opportunity. Instead she congratulated herself on her
self-control and jumped into the sack on their second date.
That was where their newfound relationship hit it's first speedbump.
Peter Ryan may have been, tall, handsome, athletic, and incredibly
charming, but astonishingly as it seemed, the man was absolutely boring in
bed. Never in her life had Sandy spent the night with a lover so
unimaginative. Oh, he wasn't a virgin, and he did manage to get the job
done. Yet she sometimes wondered of his previous lovers had been some kind
of cross between Mary Poppins and Snow White. Whenever she had suggested
they try something a little interesting to spice up the night a little, he
quickly backed off the idea. One night he had freaked when she had slid
her cum-lubricated finger into his ass during a round of some pretty
serious screwing. He nearly jumped out of bed and yelled at her for even
trying such a thing. That was something that only "faggot's" did he had
insisted. Try as she could, she'd been unable to regain his interest or
erection that night.
Now it had been almost three weeks since they had slept together and
Sandy couldn't wait until Saturday night. That was the only day of the
week they could still see each other, and Peter had canceled out the last
two weekends due to sudden emergencies. He made no secret of the fact that
he was totally unhappy with the new arrangements, and Sandy wondered if he
had canceled their last two dates just out of spite. She remembered the
anger in his voice when he had told her when she talked to him last.
"It's not my fault that we only have one night a week that we can go
out. If you want to spend more time together than you'll just have to find
a way to make the time."
Sandy had been incredibly angry as she slammed down the phone. What did
he expect her to do --- quit her job?.
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