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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: Aging / Maturity
- Published: 01/19/2021
"Sweet Dreams"
Born 1955, M, from Norwich NY, United States“Sweet Dreams”
By Herm Sherwood-Sitts
It was 12:45 am when 14 year old Freddie boarded the Greyhound 182. He was headed from Winchester to Middletown. Freddie had been shining shoes in the city, trying to raise money for his family. His older sister was taking care of their sick mother and their two younger siblings. The Friday night late bus was all he could afford.
The Driver took his ticket and Freddie proceeded to the back of the bus. Behind the driver was an elderly lady with her purse in her lap. Half way back was an old man sneaking a drink from a bottle of whiskey. They were the only passengers so far. Freddie liked the back of the bus, because it had a full seat and he could stretch out. He also liked the low grumble of the diesel engine which put him to sleep.
A few minutes later, there was a loud commotion; people were boarding the bus, a pretty, young, woman and four guys carrying instrument cases. The pretty woman came to the back of the bus.
“You are in my seat,” she smiled.
Freddie started to get up to move.
“You’re ok Honey!” she giggled, while fluttering her fingers at him. “My name is Ginny” she smiled.
“Freddie,” he said shyly tipping his hat.
She took off her over coat and underneath was a beautiful rhinestone dress. She sat a small suitcase on the seat and opened it up. Taking two safety pins she hung her overcoat up across the two, high back, leather seats in front of them. About that time the lights dimmed and the bus pulled out of the station. She took off her white cowboy boots and put one foot up on the seat. She slid up her hem and unhooked her nylons from her garter. Freddie blushed and decided he better look out the window. Other than a flash of lightning behind the neighboring mountains; the window reflected the inside of the bus like a mirror. She took off her stockings and her garter belt. When she laid the belt on the cold leather seat, it touched Freddie’s hand. He could feel the warmth of her body still trapped by the garment. Freddie bashfully moved his hand to his lap. In reflection of the window he could see Ginny observe his innocence and give him a little smirk. She then slid on a pair of slacks and removed the dress. Quickly she pulled on a sweater.
Ginny took down the makeshift curtain. In the meantime, the guys had set the bass case across two seats and had started a poker game. The smoke from their cigarettes and a whiff of bourbon had filtered to the back of the bus. Ginny sat down and leaned forward lighting up one of her own. One of the band members handed her the bottle and she took a few lady sips and offered some to Freddy. Freddy wrinkled up his nose and it made Ginny giggle. After a while she laid across the seat with her head in Freddie’s lap, then pulled her overcoat up over her like a blanket. Freddie, not sure what to make of it, continued to watch out the window at the lightning.
After a while, Freddie thought she was asleep. She was a beautiful creature and Freddie just couldn’t help but gently touch her soft cheek with the back of his hand. When he put his hand back to his side she whispered “don’t stop, I like that.” After a while Freddie fell asleep too.
“Comon’ Sonny,” said the bus driver as he shook Freddie. “We are here kid!”
Freddy stretched and looked around. The bus was empty. ‘”Where did the girl and the band go?” Freddie asked the driver.
“Um, what girl and what band?” said the driver with a frown. You must have had one heck of a dream, smiled the driver. Freddie then proceeded to tell his story.
Freddie grabbed his satchel and shine kit, as the bus driver stepped aside to let him out. “Wait a minute son! You forgot your record.” He handed it to Freddie and Freddie looked confused. Autographed on the label was "Sweet Dreams Freddie, Love Patsy." While working his way off of the bus, staring at the record, he kicked an empty bottle of bourbon. This confused him some more.
When Freddy reached home, he told his sister what had happened. She took him by the shoulders and walked him to the bathroom mirror. “I guess that would explain this!” She smiled. There on Freddie’s cheek was a lipstick kiss.
It was a few years before Freddie owned a record player. By then Patsy was a star.
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