Fred Franks went on an errand, returned seventeen years later. “I got the milk.” He said. “They drink beer now,” his wife Sarah said, “you'd know, had you been here.” I got distracted.” "How old is she?” “There you go again. There is no other woman. There never was, but there’s this spider I found that wraps her legs around me, weaves a web of desire.
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I am a retired 64 year old verile male, living in New Port Richey Fl. Married, with 6 adult children. I write short stories and poetry almost all my life. I am an award winning poet, benn published in The Long Island Quarterly, an various anthologies in Long Island NY. we have a Maltese and a set of peach face love birds. no [June 2005]
Fred Franks was a man who loved to wander, which he did since he was 23 years old.
Getting married at 30, and having children put a damper on that. He was an excellent salesman who could sell anything from chicken feed to houses, property, and advertising. He worked part time at a travel agency, subjected to brochures and video's of exotic places, one evening he went on an errand, returning seven years later. “I got the milk.” He said.
His wife Sara, having a stack of post cards from him, replied. “They drink beer now,”
you'd know, had you been here.”
“I got distracted.”
“How old is she?”
“There you go again. There is no other woman. There never was, I found someone that wraps her legs around my fingers, rubs my palms with affection.
“Oh, Competition?“
“No, she is a harmless funny, fuzzy spider.
“Where is she?”
“She’s in the glove compartment.”
“Bring her in. She’s welcome.”
“Well she feels funny. She likes the glove compartment. She curls up on your white lace gloves and reads herself to sleep, like you do. I told her they were your gloves, and she said she wanted to be close to anything I loved.”
“Well honey, I feel the same way. I won't bite her.”
He grinned. “OK, I’ll be right up.”
He came back with a red headed Amazon spider four inches wide, crouched on a book titled, “The Life and Times of Emily Dickenson.”
“Lucy.” this is Sarah, my wife.” “Sarah, meet Lucy.” Lucy extended a furry foot, and Sarah shook it cordially.
“It’s so nice to meet you.”
Lucy smiled and nodded.
That evening, they sat in the living room and watched T.V. which went unnoticed, because the children were amusing Lucy by finger dancing on the coffee table. Lucy returned their affection doing foot stands, while juggling 14 peas in the air.
Fred watched the children, Tammy, blond haired, green eyed, now five foot three inches was laughing at Lucy, eyes sparkling. The 13 year old had budding breasts that would soon be admired by boys, and Jennifer, 15 two inches taller, slightly more rounded, had his red hair, freckled, fair of skin, wide full mouth, giggled as Fred Junior who looks like a small version of his father, unsuccessfully tried to juggle dried peas.
Getting on in the evening, late shows starting, Sarah turned off the T.V. Hugs and kisses exchanged, Sarah and children went to respective bedrooms after lost peas were found. Fred made the rounds for the first time in seven years, checking doors and lights.
Entering their bedroom, he saw Sarah had dug out a velvet glove box with white silk gloves for Lucy to sleep in. It was set in on the bedroom end table, Lucy ensconced in the gloves.
Sarah flipped back the covers, revealing the red lace honeymoon negligee with black frills, barely covering her thighs. She kept her girlish figure over the years.
For the first time in seven years Sarah and Fred made love. Lucy, hearing the moans and groans, put down her book and joined them. Having three in bed was very different, and, in the beginning, embarrassing, but that was overcome by Lucy’s warm, fuzzy antics. They laughed for the first time making love, actually, rolled in giddy joy, off the bed, onto the floor. Love making not only felt great, but was fun, not serious as it used to be.
The next day Lucy made herself useful doing things around the house, cleaning cobwebs, eliminating insects, and at days end, not a fly, mosquito moth, or ant could be found. Sarah Did Lucy’s hair in an Afro, reading her heritage from an encyclopedia, which built her self esteem more than it was, always grooming herself.
Three weeks went by. Neighbors came over to see long lost Fred, thrilled with
stories of tramp steamers, strange cities, mountains, oceans, and Lucy, doing her tricks.
Wednesday and Thursdays Sarah would place Lucy on her right shoulder and go for walks to stores in the neighborhood. Kids came over, wanting to pet her Adults took photographs.
Sarah and Lucy became inseparable. Tales of Lucy were passed word of mouth. Some photographs went to newspapers. Invitations came pouring in. They were invited to go on the Dick Cavett show. Lucy hand-signed poems of Emily Dickenson. Disney offered them a contract. Hollywood wanted them. Sarah and Lucy were taken in Limosines to fancy hotels where Lucy performed her tricks in dining rooms, pool sides and in theaters.
Fred Franks felt left out. He missed Sarah and started to resent Lucy He felt sorry for himself, pouted, reasoning, he found Lucy, and got no attention at all. Feeling neglected, he finally packed his things and left.
The children were off to the best schools. His disappearance was not noticed until it was time for the family vacation. Fred was nowhere to be found, had not been at work or home for 7 months.
Sarah hired a private investigator to find her husband. After three months, Fred was
found in the outskirts of Des Moins Idaho selling hot dogs and bibles at cemeteries on holidays and Sundays. During the week he went door to door selling a variety of things such as cash registers, cotton candy and bulldozers.
He was glad to be back with the family, but spent two days in a hotel room, making love
with Sarah, with Lucy participating in her own way.
Fred enjoyed the fanfare of his discovery along with everyone else, until, in an interview with Time magazine, he inadvertently disclosed their lovemaking as a threesome. The next day, Disney dropped them. The ASPA demanded the confinement of Lucy to a zoo.
The Franks Family fled the country, with Lucy hiding in Fred Franks vest pocket. They were aided and guided by the private detective, and wound up in Mexico, then Puerto Rico.
The National Inquirer headlines read: “IS LUCY A LEZZI. Or BI?”
The ACLU came to their defense. Lawsuits were filed on the ASPCA.
It was an election year, and against the advice of his staff, President Bill Clinton invited Lucy, Sara and Fred to the White House. Lucy sat on Bill's lap. She entertained him with foot stands, juggling black eyed peas, kidney beans, and rice balls. Sara told the president that Lucy was the binding force in the relationship between Sara and her husband, and she did not indulge in any sexual misbehaviors, but joined in as a furry toy, as a teddy bear, or a bunny rabbit.
After the interview The President's polls soared when he granted clemency to Lucy , Frank and Sarah.
Lucy dolls, tee shirts, silk gloves, and reprints of Emily Dickinson's poems were sold worldwide. One third of the proceeds were donated to the ACLU, which had the ASPA on the ropes. The ASPCA backed down when a third of the proceeds were donated to Zoo’s for the enhancement of their inhabitants.
Lucy became a household word, even more known than Lucy Arnaz. I Love Lucy bumper stickers could be seen worldwide. Amazon spiders became household pets, rivaling gerbils and hamsters. White lace gloves became the thing to have.
The Franks Family and Lucy toured the United states visiting children's hospitals, schools and old age homes, where Lucy demonstrated her talents.
After an exhausting tour, they went to Africa. Lucy was enthralled by the mountains, met a male of her species, and after a while she had babies.
The franks returned home, leaving Lucy, mate and family on a ten acre lot with a house and shed, family ensconced in the attic. Twice a year they visit the Lucy residence.
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