{"id":4235,"date":"2026-01-04T00:14:54","date_gmt":"2026-01-04T00:14:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/say-goodbye-gardner-lisa\/"},"modified":"2026-01-04T00:14:54","modified_gmt":"2026-01-04T00:14:54","slug":"say-goodbye-gardner-lisa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/say-goodbye-gardner-lisa\/","title":{"rendered":"Say Goodbye – Gardner, Lisa"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cIn the U.S., the dangerous spiders include the Widows and the Recluse Spiders.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

\u201cIn the U.S., the dangerous spiders include the Widows and the Recluse Spiders.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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FROM<\/span> <\/span>Spiders and Their Kin,<\/span>
BY HERBERT W. AND LORNA R. LEVI, A GOLDEN GUIDE FROM ST. MARTIN\u2019S PRESS,<\/span> 2002<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

FROM<\/span> <\/span>Spiders and Their Kin,<\/span>
BY HERBERT W. AND LORNA R. LEVI, A GOLDEN GUIDE FROM ST. MARTIN\u2019S PRESS,<\/span> 2002<\/span><\/p>\n

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HE WAS MOANING, A GUTTURAL SOUND IN THE BACK of his throat as his fingers tightened their grip in her hair. She curled her lips over her teeth, applying more pressure. His hips surged and he started with the usual stream of nonsense boys liked to murmur during a time like this:<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSweet Jesus\u2026oh God. Don\u2019t stop. You\u2019re so beautiful. OhmyGod, ohmyGod. You are the best! Oh, Ginny, Ginny, Ginny. Sweet Ginny\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She wondered if he could hear himself speak, if he had any idea of what he said. That sometimes he compared her to saints. That he told her she was gorgeous, beautiful, a dark Georgian rose. That once, he\u2019d even told her he loved her.<\/span><\/p>\n

A guy would say anything at a time like this.<\/span><\/p>\n

The gearshift was digging into her hip, starting to hurt. She moved her right hand to the top of his jeans and worked them lower on his thighs. Another small shift here, the boy now made a gurgling sound as if he were dying.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHoly mother of God! Jesus, Ginny. Beautiful, beautiful, Ginny. Sweet\u2026mother\u2026pretty\u2026lovely\u2026are killing me! You are killing me! YOU ARE KILLING ME!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh, for heaven\u2019s sake,<\/span> she thought, <\/span>get on with it.<\/span> A bit more maneuvering, a bit more pressure applied by her mouth, followed by a bit more pressure applied by her hand\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

Tommy was a panting, happy boy.<\/span><\/p>\n

And little Ginny would finally get a treat.<\/span><\/p>\n

She retreated to the other side of the truck, turning her head slightly so he wouldn\u2019t see her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. Bottle of Jim Beam was where they\u2019d left it, rolling on the floor beneath her feet. She picked it up, took a swig, passed it to Tommy.<\/span><\/p>\n

He still had his pants tangled around his legs and a dazed look on his captain-of-the-varsity-football-team face.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShit, Ginny, now you <\/span>are<\/span> trying to kill me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She laughed, took another swig herself, so big her eyes burned, and she told herself it was the whiskey and nothing else.<\/span><\/p>\n

Tommy went to work on his clothing. Pulled up tighty-whities first, followed by his jeans, then buckled his belt. He did it matter-of-factly, with none of the awkwardness girls generally felt. It\u2019s why Ginny preferred front-seat blow jobs to backseat sex. Sex took longer and involved more logistics. Blow jobs, on the other hand, kept things simple and, with most boys, quick.<\/span><\/p>\n

Tommy wanted the sour mash now. She handed him the bottle. Watched his Adam\u2019s apple bob above the collar of his letterman\u2019s jacket as he drank. He dragged his hand over his mouth, then handed the bottle back to her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSex and whiskey. Doesn\u2019t get any better than this!\u201d he said with a grin.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot bad for a Tuesday night,\u201d she granted.<\/span><\/p>\n

He reached over, stealing his hand beneath her shirt, cupping her breast. His fingers found her left nipple, squeezing experimentally.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re sure\u2026?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She batted his hand away. \u201cCan\u2019t. Gotta get home. Mama said if I broke curfew one more time, she was locking me out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYour mama? Isn\u2019t that the pot calling the kettle black?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ginny let that comment pass. \u201c\u2019Sides, don\u2019t you gotta catch up with your posse? Or maybe swing by <\/span>Darlene\u2019s<\/span>? She probably can\u2019t sleep without one last glimpse of Loverboy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She started the comment playfully, ended with an edge. Just because you knew your place in the world didn\u2019t mean you had to be happy about it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Beside her, Tommy had grown quiet. He reached over, stroked her cheek with his thumb. It was a strange gesture coming from him. Almost tender.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI got something for you,\u201d he said abruptly, withdrawing his hand, going to work in his front denim pocket.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ginny frowned at him. Of course he had something for her. That\u2019s how these things worked. White-trash girl fucks the brains out of rich, handsome quarterback, and in return he gives her pretty sparkling gifts. Because all boys had needs, but not all boys could get what they needed from their uptight girlfriends.<\/span><\/p>\n

Tommy was staring at her. Ginny looked down belatedly at his offered hand and realized with genuine shock that he was holding out his class ring.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat the hell is that?\u201d she blurted out.<\/span><\/p>\n

Tommy recoiled, but quickly caught himself. \u201cI know you\u2019re surprised\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDarlene will carve out your heart with a spoon if she sees me wearing that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDarlene doesn\u2019t matter anymore.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSince when?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSince Saturday night, when I broke up with her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ginny stared at him. \u201cWhy the hell would you do such a stupidass move like that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Tommy\u2019s face darkened. He clearly hadn\u2019t anticipated this reaction, but once again he forged ahead. \u201cGinny darlin\u2019, I don\u2019t think you understand\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I understand just fine. Darlene is beautiful. Darlene has pretty clothes and her daddy\u2019s money and perfect lipstick, which naturally she doesn\u2019t want to smudge going down on her hunky boyfriend.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t need to put it that way,\u201d Tommy said tightly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPut it what way? That precious little Darlene won\u2019t swallow? So now you\u2019ve convinced yourself you\u2019re in love with Little Miss White Trash?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t say that\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSay what? The truth? I know who I am. Only one with shit for brains in this truck is you. Now, I wanted a gold necklace and you promised me!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo that\u2019s it? It\u2019s all about the necklace?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c\u2019Course it is.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He studied her, working his jaw. \u201cYou know, Trace tried to warn me about you. He said you had a mean streak, the soul of a snake. I told him he was wrong. You\u2019re not your mother, Ginny. You could be\u2026you are someone special. At least\u201d\u2014he squared his shoulders\u2014\u201cto me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat the fuck is wrong with you!\u201d<\/span> She couldn\u2019t stand it anymore. She popped open the door, hopped out of the truck. She heard him scrambling to get out the other side, maybe thinking he\u2019d better stop her before she did something stupid.<\/span><\/p>\n

They were parked off a logging road in the woods, the area deserted, the ground hard and uneven beneath her feet. For one impulsive moment, she wanted to run. She\u2019d just take off, racing down the long blue tunnel spinning out between the tall Georgia pines.<\/span><\/p>\n

She was young and strong. Girl like her could run a long time. God knows, she\u2019d had the practice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGinny, talk to me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Tommy\u2019s voice from behind her. Still earnest, but giving her space. Heaven help her, the boy had probably taken a poetry class, or started listening to Sarah McLachlan, or some such shit. Everyone wanted everyone to have depth these days. Didn\u2019t they realize that clich\u00e9s were much easier to manage?<\/span><\/p>\n

She took a deep breath, tilted her head up, stared at the stars. <\/span>When life gives you lemons,<\/span> she thought, <\/span>make lemonade.<\/span> The pure absurdity of the thought made her want to laugh, or maybe it was cry. So she did what she did best. She fisted her hands and worked the angles. Despite what people thought, a girl like her couldn\u2019t afford to be cheap.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, Tommy,\u201d she announced, \u201cI gotta be honest: You\u2019ve taken me by surprise.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, yeah. Took myself by surprise, too. Wasn\u2019t like I <\/span>meant<\/span> this to happen.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis\u2019ll hurt you, you know. I wear that ring, kids at school, they\u2019ll say some awful things.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet \u2019em.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFour more months, you graduate, you\u2019re done. Come on, Tommy, you don\u2019t need this shit.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGinny\u2014\u201d he started urgently again.<\/span><\/p>\n

She placed her finger over his lips. \u201cI\u2019ll take your ring, Tommy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou will?\u201d Hopeful now. Earnest. Goddamn Sarah McLachlan.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDid you bring the necklace?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I did, just in case, but\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGimme the necklace. I\u2019ll wear the ring on it, beneath my shirt. It\u2019ll be our secret, something just the two of us know, at least until school is out. I don\u2019t need a big show to know you care. Already, this moment, what you\u2019ve managed to do\u2026\u201d Her voice was growing edgy again. She forced herself to finish more brightly: \u201cIt means so much that you thought to do this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Tommy\u2019s face lit up. He dug around in his pocket, finally producing a tiny ziplock bag containing the necklace. He\u2019d probably bought it at Wal-Mart. Fourteen carat: It would turn the skin on her neck green.<\/span><\/p>\n

Damn, all that for this?<\/span><\/p>\n

She took the chain, looped it through the band of the ring, gave him a reassuring smile.<\/span><\/p>\n

He grabbed her for a hard kiss. She let him. But then he started fondling her again, obviously intending to cement their new relationship with a rut in the woods.<\/span><\/p>\n

Christ, she was tired.<\/span><\/p>\n

With a bit of effort, she pushed him back, having to strain against one hundred and eighty pounds of testosterone. \u201cTommy,\u201d she admonished, panting. \u201cCurfew, remember? Let\u2019s not start our new relationship with me grounded.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He grinned, his color high. \u201cYeah, okay, guess not. But Lord, Ginny\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, yeah, yeah. Back in the truck, big boy. Let\u2019s see how fast you can drive.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Tommy could drive fast. But they still didn\u2019t make it to her house until ten minutes after eleven. Front porch light was on, but nothing moved behind the shades.<\/span><\/p>\n

With luck, her mother was out and would never know. After the night she\u2019d had, Ginny felt she deserved a break.<\/span><\/p>\n

Tommy wanted to watch until she was safe inside her house. She assured him that would make it worse, her mom might come out, make a scene. More coaxing. The cost of five valuable minutes, he finally drove off.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her hero, she thought ironically, and turned toward her home.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was small and gray, with no excuse for a lawn. Dull outside, even duller inside. But hey, as the saying went, it was home. At least it wasn\u2019t a trailer park. See, once Ginny\u2019d had a dad. And he\u2019d been tall and handsome, with this big booming laugh and thick strong arms he\u2019d use to swing her up into the air as he walked through the door after a long day at work.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her daddy had died one day. Coming home from a dry-walling job, catching his front tires on black ice. Insurance money had paid for the house.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her mother had turned to other activities to pay for the rest.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ginny tried the door. It was locked. She shrugged philosophically, headed round the back. It was locked, too. She tried the windows, but already knew they wouldn\u2019t budge. Her mom liked to lock up tight. Maybe their neighborhood had been blue collar once, but that had been about ten years and one economic class ago.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ginny knocked on the door. Rang the doorbell. Not even a shade twitched.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her mama had done it. Ginny had broken curfew, and her damn mama, who seemed convinced Ginny could do better if she\u2019d just straighten up her act, had locked her out.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fuck it. She\u2019d go for a walk. Maybe in an hour or two, her mother would decide she\u2019d made her point.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ginny headed down her dark street, passing tiny home after tiny home. Folks who used to make a living. A lot who didn\u2019t anymore.<\/span><\/p>\n

She\u2019d just hit the intersection with the rural road when the black SUV zipped by. She saw the brake lights flare up, dragon eyes, as the SUV screeched to a halt twenty yards away. A head poked out the driver\u2019s side, too dark to see much other than the outline of a baseball cap. A heavy male baritone inquired, \u201cNeed a lift?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

It took Ginny only a moment to decide. The vehicle looked expensive, the voice sounded deep. It appeared that her night was finally looking up.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Ginny realized her mistake five minutes later. After she\u2019d climbed into the throaty SUV, running her hand over the soft, tanned leather. After she\u2019d giggled and told the man, middle-aged, trim, that her car had run out of gas. After, with another giggle, she had suggested he could give her a ride around the block.<\/span><\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t say much. Just took another left, another right, before abruptly pulling behind the giant self-storage warehouse and killing the engine.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ginny felt the first shiver then. With a total stranger, there was always that initial moment when you were almost afraid. Before you remembered you didn\u2019t have to be scared anymore because there wasn\u2019t anything some asshole could take that you hadn\u2019t already given away.<\/span><\/p>\n

But then he turned and she found herself staring into a flat, unsmiling face. Hard square jaw, tight lips, eyes oversized pools of unending black.<\/span><\/p>\n

And then, almost as if he knew how she would react, as if he wanted to savor the moment the expression crossed her face, he slowly pushed up the brim of his baseball cap and showed her his forehead.<\/span><\/p>\n

Inside the pocket of her denim jacket, Ginny\u2019s fingers wrapped tight around Tommy\u2019s ring. For she only needed one look at what the man had done to reach several realizations at once: Her mother wouldn\u2019t have to worry about curfew anymore. And young, lustful Tommy would never need to be embarrassed in front of his friends.<\/span><\/p>\n

Because this man was never, ever letting her go home.<\/span><\/p>\n

Some girls were smart. Some girls were fast. Some girls were strong. Ginny, poor Ginny Jones, had already learned four years ago, when her mother\u2019s boyfriend first appeared in her bedroom, that she had only one way of saving herself.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAll right,\u201d she said briskly. \u201cLet\u2019s cut to the chase: Why don\u2019t you tell me exactly what you want me to do, and I\u2019ll start stripping off clothes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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