HT100 Femslash February Challenge - Better Than Therapy
Title: Better Than Therapy
Pairing: Ginny Ortolani/Shannon O'Reily
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1275
Summary: Ginny sees a familiar face at Sister Pete's group session for inmates' wives
A/N: 99% setup, just in case you were expecting something else
“Ah, Gintare, so glad that you could join us,” said Sister Pete, motioning to an empty chair in a makeshift conference room. Ginny had been coming to these sessions off and on since Dino was incarcerated. They were mostly bullshit- telling the newbies what it was going to be like with their husbands in prison and then letting the old-timers vent about what it was really like.
Ginny glanced around the room, nodding at some of the regular participants. Brienne was here- Ginny didn't know how much patience she had for another one of that woman's sob stories, Angela was here too- she was no-nonsense like Ginny, a few other women that she'd seen before and couldn't remember their names were there as well. And then there was a woman with dark hair who stared daggers at her. She looked sort of familiar.
“Who are you?” Ginny asked.
“You missed the introductions. Gintare Ortolani, meet Shannon O'Reily. Her husband was recently incarcerated.”
“We've met,” said Ginny.
Sister Pete looked from one woman to the other, weighing if this was going to be a problem.
“I wanna know how they know each other,” said one of the women across the room.
“Are they exes? They seem like exes,” said another.
“Ladies, if we can just get back to...”
“Her husband sent my husband to jail,” said Ginny.
There was a chorus of oooh's around the room.
“That's because your husband shot my husband!” yelled Shannon.
A gasp came from the participants.
“Damn. I should've brought popcorn for this,” said Angela.
Sister Pete looked back and forth at the two of them again. “Ladies, is this gonna be a problem?”
Not as long as we're in this room, thought Ginny, glancing over at Shannon.
Shannon shrugged.
Ginny responded, “No, Sister.”
Sister Pete went through her usual routine, explaining why these meetings were important and what each woman could gain from it. Ginny wondered if anybody else had their husband tell them to marry somebody else. Surely she wasn't the only one who had to deal with that sort of bullshit. Still, when the time came and the nun asked if she wanted to say anything, she had a hard time getting the words out. She tried to be vague. “Dino just seems distant when I come to visit nowadays. Even with the kids.”
“When prisoners get acclimated to life here, the outside world seems that much farther away. For someone like Dino, his sentence will keep him here the rest of his life. Pushing you away is a natural instinct. It doesn't mean he loves you or his children any less. It just means that he's accepted the reality of his situation. Do you understand that?”
“So what do I do?”
“Keep coming. Those kids have the right to know their father, just like you have the right to see your husband. I can talk with him as well. We can arrange a conjugal visit for the two of you so you can get some one-on-one time with him.”
“I know what a conjugal is,” Ginny said. “We were supposed to have one last week, but things got changed at the last minute. Do you know anything about that, Sister?”
“Conjugals are seen as a privilege and sometimes privileges get revoked.”
The conversation then devolved into a discussion of conjugals and who was worthy and who wasn't. This went on for a few minutes.
“Shannon, how about you?”
“Sure, I'd like a conjugal. I just need to have someone watch Cyril.”
“I was unaware that your husband had a son.”
“He better not.”
“Who is Cyril?” Sister Pete asked.
“Oh. That's Ryan's brother. He's a retard. Ryan says he got slow, but it's all the same in the end, isn't it? Cyril gets slow, Ryan gets carted off to prison, and Shannon gets stuck with Cyril.”
“Who's taking care of Cyril today?”
“Their Aunt Brenda. But she doesn't like watching him all the time and Cyril doesn't like being with her, so I try not to leave him there that much.”
“That's very kind of you.”
“Kind ain't the half of it. I made a promise and I'll see it through.”
“I've made promises like that before,” Ginny said. As her eyes met Shannon's a silent challenge was laid down.
“Shannon, what I was asking is how you were handling Ryan's being locked up?”
“I just told you. I'm handling it fine. All the responsibilities, all the shit that's coming to our door, I'm handling all of it on my own. Things have to be done and I'm the one doing them.”
“And how does that make you feel?”
“Capable, I guess. Independent. Smart.”
Sister Pete smiled at her. “That's good. You see, ladies, some good can come out of this separation time. Some of you may find sides of yourself you haven't seen before.”
“Well, I'm still horny as fuck and letting my fingers do the walking is starting to get old,” Shannon declared. There was laughter and shouts of assent around the circle.
“I will talk with Ryan about adding you to the conjugal list,” Sister Pete mumbled, scrawling something into her notebook. She glanced around the room and asked, “Anyone else have anything to add?” The assembled women were quiet. “There'll be another session next Tuesday same time. Thank you for coming.”
Metal chairs scraped against the floor as the women gathered up their belongings and rose from their seats. They left as a group and it wasn't until they were on the other side of the metal detectors that Ginny pulled Shannon aside.
“What the hell!” said Shannon.
“I wanna talk to you,” replied Ginny.
“I've got nothing to say to you.”
“That's fair. But I wasn't thinking about conversation.”
“You wanna fight me? Let's go. It's been a long time coming.”
“Oh for the love of God, I don't wanna fight you.”
“Because you know I'll kick your ass.”
“You couldn't kick shit. I thought I might be able to help you out with that little problem you're having.”
“You want to ice my brother-in-law? He's a pain in the ass, but I don't want him dead.”
“Not that problem.”
“What other... oh!” Shannon looked Ginny up and down. “I didn't think Ortolani would have it in him to marry a tranny, but, yeah I can see it. Your hands are kinda big.”
“I'm not a guy.”
“Well, then, you're missing certain equipment.”
“I have enough to help you get off and since I figure you're like me...”
“I'm no dyke,” Shannon protested.
Ginny continued on like she hadn't spoken, “...and probably promised your husband that you wouldn't be with any other men, you would still be able to keep that promise and still get some satisfaction.”
“What do you get out of it?”
“The same. You called yourself 'capable' in there. I wouldn't mind seeing how capable you can be.”
“We'd have to keep this between us.”
“Of course,” said Ginny. “Do you have that business card that Sister Pete gives to all of the newbies?”
“Yeah. Somewhere,” Shannon said, checking her pockets. Upon finding it in the back right pocket of her jeans, she withdrew it and handed it to Ginny.
Ginny took a pen out of her purse and scrawled a number on it. “Think about it. If you'd rather meet me than come here next Tuesday, give me a call.”
“Yeah, okay,” Shannon said, staring at the business card as Ginny walked away.
Two weeks later, as Ginny was bringing her to her second orgasm of the day, Shannon cried out, “This is so much better than therapy!”
Pairing: Ginny Ortolani/Shannon O'Reily
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1275
Summary: Ginny sees a familiar face at Sister Pete's group session for inmates' wives
A/N: 99% setup, just in case you were expecting something else
“Ah, Gintare, so glad that you could join us,” said Sister Pete, motioning to an empty chair in a makeshift conference room. Ginny had been coming to these sessions off and on since Dino was incarcerated. They were mostly bullshit- telling the newbies what it was going to be like with their husbands in prison and then letting the old-timers vent about what it was really like.
Ginny glanced around the room, nodding at some of the regular participants. Brienne was here- Ginny didn't know how much patience she had for another one of that woman's sob stories, Angela was here too- she was no-nonsense like Ginny, a few other women that she'd seen before and couldn't remember their names were there as well. And then there was a woman with dark hair who stared daggers at her. She looked sort of familiar.
“Who are you?” Ginny asked.
“You missed the introductions. Gintare Ortolani, meet Shannon O'Reily. Her husband was recently incarcerated.”
“We've met,” said Ginny.
Sister Pete looked from one woman to the other, weighing if this was going to be a problem.
“I wanna know how they know each other,” said one of the women across the room.
“Are they exes? They seem like exes,” said another.
“Ladies, if we can just get back to...”
“Her husband sent my husband to jail,” said Ginny.
There was a chorus of oooh's around the room.
“That's because your husband shot my husband!” yelled Shannon.
A gasp came from the participants.
“Damn. I should've brought popcorn for this,” said Angela.
Sister Pete looked back and forth at the two of them again. “Ladies, is this gonna be a problem?”
Not as long as we're in this room, thought Ginny, glancing over at Shannon.
Shannon shrugged.
Ginny responded, “No, Sister.”
Sister Pete went through her usual routine, explaining why these meetings were important and what each woman could gain from it. Ginny wondered if anybody else had their husband tell them to marry somebody else. Surely she wasn't the only one who had to deal with that sort of bullshit. Still, when the time came and the nun asked if she wanted to say anything, she had a hard time getting the words out. She tried to be vague. “Dino just seems distant when I come to visit nowadays. Even with the kids.”
“When prisoners get acclimated to life here, the outside world seems that much farther away. For someone like Dino, his sentence will keep him here the rest of his life. Pushing you away is a natural instinct. It doesn't mean he loves you or his children any less. It just means that he's accepted the reality of his situation. Do you understand that?”
“So what do I do?”
“Keep coming. Those kids have the right to know their father, just like you have the right to see your husband. I can talk with him as well. We can arrange a conjugal visit for the two of you so you can get some one-on-one time with him.”
“I know what a conjugal is,” Ginny said. “We were supposed to have one last week, but things got changed at the last minute. Do you know anything about that, Sister?”
“Conjugals are seen as a privilege and sometimes privileges get revoked.”
The conversation then devolved into a discussion of conjugals and who was worthy and who wasn't. This went on for a few minutes.
“Shannon, how about you?”
“Sure, I'd like a conjugal. I just need to have someone watch Cyril.”
“I was unaware that your husband had a son.”
“He better not.”
“Who is Cyril?” Sister Pete asked.
“Oh. That's Ryan's brother. He's a retard. Ryan says he got slow, but it's all the same in the end, isn't it? Cyril gets slow, Ryan gets carted off to prison, and Shannon gets stuck with Cyril.”
“Who's taking care of Cyril today?”
“Their Aunt Brenda. But she doesn't like watching him all the time and Cyril doesn't like being with her, so I try not to leave him there that much.”
“That's very kind of you.”
“Kind ain't the half of it. I made a promise and I'll see it through.”
“I've made promises like that before,” Ginny said. As her eyes met Shannon's a silent challenge was laid down.
“Shannon, what I was asking is how you were handling Ryan's being locked up?”
“I just told you. I'm handling it fine. All the responsibilities, all the shit that's coming to our door, I'm handling all of it on my own. Things have to be done and I'm the one doing them.”
“And how does that make you feel?”
“Capable, I guess. Independent. Smart.”
Sister Pete smiled at her. “That's good. You see, ladies, some good can come out of this separation time. Some of you may find sides of yourself you haven't seen before.”
“Well, I'm still horny as fuck and letting my fingers do the walking is starting to get old,” Shannon declared. There was laughter and shouts of assent around the circle.
“I will talk with Ryan about adding you to the conjugal list,” Sister Pete mumbled, scrawling something into her notebook. She glanced around the room and asked, “Anyone else have anything to add?” The assembled women were quiet. “There'll be another session next Tuesday same time. Thank you for coming.”
Metal chairs scraped against the floor as the women gathered up their belongings and rose from their seats. They left as a group and it wasn't until they were on the other side of the metal detectors that Ginny pulled Shannon aside.
“What the hell!” said Shannon.
“I wanna talk to you,” replied Ginny.
“I've got nothing to say to you.”
“That's fair. But I wasn't thinking about conversation.”
“You wanna fight me? Let's go. It's been a long time coming.”
“Oh for the love of God, I don't wanna fight you.”
“Because you know I'll kick your ass.”
“You couldn't kick shit. I thought I might be able to help you out with that little problem you're having.”
“You want to ice my brother-in-law? He's a pain in the ass, but I don't want him dead.”
“Not that problem.”
“What other... oh!” Shannon looked Ginny up and down. “I didn't think Ortolani would have it in him to marry a tranny, but, yeah I can see it. Your hands are kinda big.”
“I'm not a guy.”
“Well, then, you're missing certain equipment.”
“I have enough to help you get off and since I figure you're like me...”
“I'm no dyke,” Shannon protested.
Ginny continued on like she hadn't spoken, “...and probably promised your husband that you wouldn't be with any other men, you would still be able to keep that promise and still get some satisfaction.”
“What do you get out of it?”
“The same. You called yourself 'capable' in there. I wouldn't mind seeing how capable you can be.”
“We'd have to keep this between us.”
“Of course,” said Ginny. “Do you have that business card that Sister Pete gives to all of the newbies?”
“Yeah. Somewhere,” Shannon said, checking her pockets. Upon finding it in the back right pocket of her jeans, she withdrew it and handed it to Ginny.
Ginny took a pen out of her purse and scrawled a number on it. “Think about it. If you'd rather meet me than come here next Tuesday, give me a call.”
“Yeah, okay,” Shannon said, staring at the business card as Ginny walked away.
Two weeks later, as Ginny was bringing her to her second orgasm of the day, Shannon cried out, “This is so much better than therapy!”