Women without Men

Why is it that when one is late, it seems the universe conspires to complicate matters even further? Besides the traffic from hell, and a convenient parking space eluding her, the real reason why Maribel was late, was due to lingering in bed longer than usual.

It seems the orgasm she was procuring just did not seem to manifest as promptly as the alarm clock dictated it should. Not from lack of incentive, for she was particularly aroused since yesterday. It seems to happen all the time. Just prior to her menstrual arrival, she obsesses about sex, and then even the Fed Express guy looks interesting. She simply had to have one – or two orgasms this morning, or she would be a bitch from hell all day.

After three intense – albeit - self-induced orgasms, she was ready to start off her day. She chose to wear the form fitting corset, which clinched her waist and enhanced her bust line. Of course all this effort would be useless in her work at the beauty salon where only women came to be groomed, yet it made her feel sexy to wear it anyway.

Perhaps, perhaps she would go out tonight and see what happened…sitting at home watching reruns of The Simpsons would just drive her batty. She really needed to find a boyfriend, perhaps just an interim boyfriend. He did not need be too smart, she would be more open minded to whom she dated, yes…just be pragmatic she thought to herself.

Maribel was very glad that the owner of the beauty salon was flexible with her schedule. This allowed her to take more classes during the week, and work double shifts on the weekends.

The tips were not bad, particularly from the regular clients who made this place their Starbucks version of a place to meet. She thought it was prudent she listen to their woes and stories, as she eventually benefited from their generous tips.

One client in particular was a riot. Her name was Rita, and was she was a character. She was a Diva through and through and always gave Maribel advice on men. Rita was after all the voice of experience, having coasted through life on her looks and charm, which still sustained her on her 6Th decade.

- “I keep my options open honey. I met the most interesting man at a party the other day and gave him my phone number. He asked me if I was single, and of course I said yes! I told him I was my husband’s caretaker. You see when he kicks the bucket; I have to have a back-up lined up.” She said this as her face broke into a mischievous grin.

Some women just have all the luck, Maribel thought. They are not necessarily drop dead gorgeous, yet have this uncanny ability to wrap men around their little finger. Take Rita for example, she wore heavy make-up which amplified the creases of her lined face, she had a generous posterior and bust line, yet she walked as if she owned the room. She guessed it has to do with exuding self-confidence surmised Maribel. That was simply enough for Rita to have had several husbands already and was on the troll for a replacement for her much older current husband - even before he was put to rest six feet under.

To be continued…

Legal Deffense

The head of a mafia enterprise discovered his accountant had diverted 10 million of his money.
The accountant was deaf. He was adviced that since the accountant could not hear anything, in the eventual arrest and trial, that he could not act as a witness.

When the mafia boss went to interrogate the deaf accountant, he took along his lawyer who was proficient in sign language as well. He asked through his attorney where the 10 million was that he took? The Lawyer using sign language, asked the Accountant, which in turn responded with signals. -- "I do not know that they are talking about. "

The Lawyer replied to the mafia boss -- "He says he does not know what you are talking about." The mafia boss took out a 45-calibre pistol from his briefcase, and pointed it at the head of accountant, shouting: -- "Ask him again!"
Again the lawyer communicated in sign language: -- "He is going to kill you if you do not account where the money is."

The Accountant responded in sign language: -- "Okay, you won, the money is in a brown leather pouch, It is buried in the garden of the house of my cousin Enzo, in No. 400 of 26 street, Block 6 of Santa Marta."

The mafioso asked his attorney. -- "What did he say?"
The lawyer replied: -- "He says he is not afraid of dying and that he thinks that you don't have the balls to pull the trigger."


Joke sent by my sister Scarlett.

Poker Player

Two couples were playing poker one evening. Jim accidentally dropped some cards on the floor. When he bent down under the table to pick them up, he noticed Bob's wife, Sue wasn't wearing any underwear under her dress!

Shocked by this, Jim upon trying to sit back up again, hit his head on the table and emerged red-faced. Later, Jim went to the kitchen to get some refreshments. Bob's wife followed and asked,
"Did you see anything that you like under there?"
Surprised by her boldness, Jim admitted that, indeed he did. She said, "Well, you can have it but it will cost you $500." After taking a minute or two to assess the financial and moral costs of this offer, Jim confirms that he is interested. Sue told him that since her husband Bob worked Friday afternoon and Jim didn't, Jim should be at her house around 2 p.m. Friday afternoon.

When Friday rolled around, Jim showed up at Bob's house at 2 p.m. sharp - and after paying Sue the agreed sum of $500 - they went to the bedroom and closed their transaction, as agreed. Jim quickly dressed and left.

As usual, Bob came home from work at 6 p.m. And upon arriving, asked his wife: "Did Jim come by the house this afternoon?" With a lump in her throat Sue answered : "Why yes, he did stop by for a few minutes this afternoon."
Her heart nearly skipped a beat when her husband curtly asked, "And did he give you $500?" Sue, using her best poker face, replied, "Well, yes, in fact he did give me $500." Bob, with a satisfied look on his face, surprised his wife by saying, "He came by the office this morning and borrowed $500 from me. He promised he'd stop by our house this afternoon on his way home and pay me back." Now THAT, my friends, is a poker player!


Joke sent by my sister Scarlett.

Everyone Looks

You made me feel that I did not value

And my tears fell at your feet

I looked in the mirror and I was not I

I was only what you wanted to see

And I let my hair loose, and dressed like a queen

I wore nice heels, and I made up my face pretty.

When I walked out the door I heard you yell at me,

But your chains can no longer stop me

And I watched the night and saw that it was not dark

it was brilliant with neon lights like sequins

And all they look at me, they look at me, they look at me

Because I know that I am beautiful

because I am admired by all

And all they look at me, they look at me, they look at me

Because I do what few dare

And all they look at me, they look at me, they look at me

With some envy but in the end, but in the end, but in the end,

everyone will love me

And all they look at me, they look at me, they look at me

Because I know that I am beautiful

because I am admired by all

And all they look at me, they look at me, they look at me

Because I do what few dare

And all they look at me, they look at me, they look at me

With some envy but in the end, but in the end, but in the end, everyone will love me

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Lyrics by Gloria Trevi

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Hotel California XI

On his last trip out to sea with Juan, Larry sat down to read the multiple letters and e-mails he had received from people who had long ago and recently, formed part of his life. He felt touched reading the words of support, love, and congratulations on his wedding.

After Larry’s visit to the curandera, he decided to write to everyone he knew, or could be located. He actually did so after his wedding, sending to those, whom he had physical address, or e-mail of, a picture of Lupita and himself. Basically, he wrote the same letter to everyone, admonishing them to “Live life to the fullest, for it is much too brief and fragile like the flame of a burning candle, which eventually will snuff out.”

Sensing that was his last trip out to sea, he thanked Juan for his friendship, and asked him to look out for Lupita from time to time, and for his family to visit her house on occasion.
He also asked for one last favor. He asked to be cremated (he had already made the arrangements), and for his ashes to be dispersed out to sea, at the distance where they had usually gone out for deep sea fishing.
When Juan asked why he did not want be buried properly so they could take flowers to his grave, Larry replied:

- “I have grown to love this amazing ocean, and its inhabitants. There is such a wondrous world under the surface. I want to become part of the sea where my child and Lupita will one day swim in, and nurture from the generous bounty of.”




Melissa’s lunch crowd had been particularly busy and demanding. Sometimes she got the customers from hell at her station. When it was almost the end of her shift, and she picked up the tab from a table where a man was sitting, she was surprised to find an envelope addressed to her name along the credit card and bill. As she was making the transaction for the credit card payment, she quickly tore open the envelope. Its contents carried a letter from Larry, as well as a cashier’s check made out to her name for $25,000.
After reading the letter where Larry expressed his caring for her, and wished her well, as well as urged her to live her life to the fullest, Melissa went to sit at the table of the man who had placed the envelope there.

He said to be a long time friend of Larry, and that his friend along with his home owner’s insurance, had also bought a life insurance policy a long time ago. He was in charge of his finances, and he had been bestowed the responsibility of dispersing as Larry had directed, portions of the sum of the policy, with the main portion to be placed in a trust fund for his child. Melanie was speechless, and saddened too that Larry had passed away.
He excused himself, and said he needed to make another visit. His next visit was to see Joe.

Whenever Lupita feels particularly nostalgic and sad, she likes to sit at the edge of the shore where the foam of the ocean waves playfully tickles her feet. She also likes to contemplate the setting of the sun.

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Painting: "Sea" by Octavio Ocampo

Hotel California X

Multiple candles lit the room that night as Larry knelt naked with his face turned downwards to avoid the smelly concoction from entering his eyes and nostrils. The curandera was pouring this brew over him from a jar, this originating from a huge cauldron she had boiled for over an hour. The broken leaves of various plants and petals of white flowers adhered to his skin. This brew felt sticky and smelled heavily of wine, cologne, and some strange shit.

Larry wished Juan had stayed and not left to return the following morning. Not that he was scared, but you never know what designs an old woman will have with a naked younger man.
When she had finished pouring the contents of the cauldron all over his body from the top of his head, she motioned for him to stand up. She then grabbed a bushel of herbs which she called ‘ruda’ and commenced hitting him with it all over his body, as if using that as a fly swatter while chanting in a foreign tongue.

After this ordeal, she motioned for him to drink a brew she held in her hands; it was dark and smelled like tea. What’s next? He thought, as he obediently drank the potion. Then she led him by the hand to the back room. This seemed to elicit an optical illusion. The shadows of the multiple candles lighting this small room, seemed to expand and attain life of their own; these taking the form and contortions of dancers. What did he drink?
He was led to lie down on the cot, and he seemed to be in an altered state of mind. He actually understood what this old woman said in a foreign tongue!

Larry clearly understood that he had to make an introspective journey down the lane of his life and recall events of his life, and see where he could still make amends. This would make help him tremendously to reach an elevated level when he parted. Larry’s subconscious understood this, and knew this to be true.
For the rest of the night, the curandera stood vigil at his side and prayed over his prone form; her hands hovered over his skin, while not touching his body.

Larry embarked on a long journey of a lifetime of joys, triumphs and failures, good deeds, and sins committed. He was able to see clearly how he his actions had affected, and sometimes hurt others, although perhaps not intentionally. Particularly came to mind an older employee who was always very polite to everyone. He had been given the pink slip, just before the holidays. Larry was able to see the despair this generated which had a deplorable domino effect on Joe, even causing marital problems for him. Larry had devised the plan to cut overhead to stay competitive, while enjoying a handsome Christmas bonus that same year.

With the potions the curandera had sent him with, Larry was able to control the pain and feel less fatigued.

He made the effort to enjoy a nice dinner with Lupita, even though his appetite was non-existent now. They simply held on tight to each other and to each day they embraced together, that was simply enough. They felt gratitude for yet another day that they were in each other’s arms.

On one such occasion, as they snuggled while listening to soft music, something seemed amiss. Larry sensed that something was bothering Lupita, and asked her if anything was the matter. She replied that yes, look around, obviously there is something the matter.

She apologized for the abrupt response, and then changed her tactic. She mentioned that he was not well to live alone in this fancy hotel room. He should live with her, and she would see to his care, as well as her mom and grandmother would help too.

- “What? Your grandmother?” he asked incredulously.
- “Yes, I live with my parents and my abuelita. If we marry we could move in together into my parent’s house.”
- “What? I’m sorry I don’t feel like arguing right now. Let’s not talk about it.”
- “Why? You don’t care enough to marry me, to let me take care of you until the end?” she said with tears forming in her eyes.
- “Please, please don’t cry…o.k. we will do it. Arrange everything.” He relented.

Lupita broke down and cried anyway.

- “OK, I will make the arrangements to get married next week. By the way, I’m pregnant.” She said as a matter of fact.

Larry tried hard to see how this could have happened, as they had always used protection. Well, always except that evening they went skinny dipping in the ocean and got carried away, that evening as the sun set, he had wished that moment would last forever…

It’s funny how nature works in its infinite wisdom. He had noticed how frequently when someone dies, a friend, or someone he knows has or is about to have a child. Life is a cycle of renewal.


If a fortune teller had foreseen that on his wedding day he would be wearing khaki shorts, huaraches, and a white embroidered shirt typical of the region, he would have said that she was smoking too much pot.
Yet that is how it came to be. A judge who was a personal friend of the father of the bride, married them in the dinning room of his newly adopted family. The bride wore a simple white cotton dress, and looked radiant from her pregnancy, while tears streamed down her cheeks when it was announced they were husband and wife.

After all was said and done, Larry felt he belonged; he was part of a family now.

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To be continued...

Hotel California IX

When Lupita was at work during the week, Larry spent most of his afternoons with Juan.
The illness ravishing Larry’s body was manifesting itself externally as well. Regardless of his tan, his skin took an ashy tone, with dark circles under his eyes; he seemed to have aged considerably overnight. His weight had dropped noticeably, and since he was too easily fatigued, they did not swing from vines as before. They rather went out to sea for deep sea fishing or just to spend some time contemplating the magnificent ocean.

He also spent some afternoons with Juan at his modest home. They had become close friends, and Juan’s wife and children made Larry feel welcome and much appreciated. While watching the kids playing with Juan, he felt a pang of regret that he never did settle down to have kids. He was the last of his lineage too, not having any siblings.
Larry marveled that Juan while having such modest means was truly a happy man. He lived a simple existence, yet harmony and love reigned in his modest two bedroom home.

On one excursion out to sea, when Larry was doubling over in severe pain, Juan suggested they visit a curandera (healer). Larry said he did not believe in that type of thing. Juan said that even the big pharmaceutical companies were courting the healers to acquire the knowledge of natural healing passed down from the Mayans. That is why it was so important to preserve the rain forests, for Mother Nature is wise, and in various tropical rain forests there exists plants which can potentially cure any illness, even aids.

Juan explained that the problem was the healers did not want to pass down their knowledge for those big pharmaceutical companies for them to grossly profit from. They jealously guarded the secrets of these medicinal plants, for it belonged to their people.
Larry thought about the government grants and funding to prestigious universities for medical research, which ultimately the big pharmaceuticals made incredible profit from, while making the remedy extremely costly to the average patient in desperate need of it.

Juan convinced Larry to visit the curandera. Juan would contact her, and ask permission to treat Larry; after all he had nothing else to lose.

They traveled on Juan’s motor bike to the outskirts of the rain forest. They went into a shack, with nets covering the windows to keep the mosquitoes out. The air was dense with the scent of burning incense. The inside was dimly lit with a macabre array of candles shaped in the form of skulls, and candles symbolizing death with a skeleton dressed in a long robe, holding a hatchet. This contrasted with the altar where glass covered candles burned with the picture of saints, there was a crucifix, and other ceramic images of various saints too. On a shelf there were various glass jars contained what looked like potions, some with herbs and plants soaking in them.

An old woman and a boy, emerged from the back room. She had penetrating dark eyes, her white hair contained in two long braids. She looked intently at Larry for a long time, and said something in a strange language. A boy translated to them, that she said the Angel of death was close. She could not undo what was meant to be, yet she could give him a cleansing, which would purify his body and spirit and prepare him for his flight. He would need to stay overnight.

To be continued...

Hotel California VIII

Who the hell understands women? If any man does, will he please raise his hand?

All he had done was innocently do what he had always done, and she turned around and got pissed off!

Granted the tip he slipped in her pocket was ten times what he usually tipped, yet Larry was perplexed as to why he found an envelope addressed to him under his room door with the $200 he had tipped Lupita. That is all, not a word, and she had avoided seeing him for the last week, sending another employee instead to his room.

He bribed one of the hotel workers to get her address and telephone number, and the time she would be leaving from work which he had stupidly forgotten to ask her.
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It was not as if they had established a lengthy verbal rapport. They had focused solely on the expression of their corporal language, which had been eloquent and prodigious. The chemistry and instant attraction they felt, had surprised them both for it was unexpected. It was worth the trouble of finding out what made her react so cold now.

His smile when he spotted her coming down the block slowly evaporated when he saw the tangible fury in her onyx eyes.

If only looks could kill…

Her heavily accented English was practically incomprehensible when she went into a tirade about not being for sale…at least that is what he could make out of it. He tried to apologize by saying, he did not mean to offend her, and that he was very sorry.
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- “Yo muy, muy sorry - ok? Yo muy stupid (pointing at himself). I didn’t know…Yo no saber?”

He tried to make her see he did not mean to offend her. When it was obvious smoke was still coming out of her ears. He tried his corporal communication technique, and kissed her. This tactic eventually did melt her defenses, as she succumbed to the all too sweet and wickedly delicious kiss.

Make up sex is even better, and it only improved during the following weeks for the intense passion they shared, was tempered by a genuine tenderness as well.

The ebbing sun was setting, leaving a canvas of multiple colored sky, with hues of pink, lavender, and amber. Lupita urged him to make a wish quickly, before the sun entirely disappeared on the horizon.

Larry did just that as they were floating naked in the ocean embraced and playful as dolphins, this seemed more real somehow and touching. Larry felt a moment of deep contentment as he looked at the setting sun. The buoyancy of the warm water brought them ever closer together in their tender embrace.

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He wished this moment would last forever.

The following day which was Sunday as well as Lupita’s day off, Larry had agreed to spend the day with her in the plaza, where most of the locals spent their Sundays' promenading, and dining out.

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When the bells of the massive church announced the beginning of the next mass, Lupita enthusiastically asked Larry to go with her to church. He explained he was not a church going person, and she said it was ok, that he only had to sit in the back row for a little while, while she prayed a little bit.

Larry thought of it as a sightseeing tour of the beautiful and intricately constructed cathedral. He humored Lupita by going in with her and exploring the inside of this cavernous church as she knelt before the statue of the Virgin Mary.

Larry approach a giant crucifix with the ceramic image of Jesus Christ nailed to the cross. This image simulating a bloody Jesus, scarred by multiple lashes, and to top it off for effect, wearing a full crown of thorns interred into his scalp, which caused trails of blood to drench his face. Last but not least, massive nails securing the image to the cross. This image sported a pained expression molded as if to show the suffering of the world, carried on his shoulders.

Larry thought this was spooky, yet he was transfixed by the image somehow. After a observing this crucifix for a while, Larry had a revelation.
This was the image of a man - a man of flesh and blood - who had known beforehand of the terrible sacrifice and pain he would endure. He could have easily changed the outcome by escaping, or even performing more miracles to change the people’s perception of him, and diffuse their fury.

Larry was a man who knew he was dying soon too. He should not be afraid, yet he was - he was only human. Yet again, he was sort of glad that he knew. He was glad that he had found love, and that he had wrenched some happiness out of his stale existence to live the last chapter to the fullest.

To be continued...

Hotel California VII

Bad news has a way of traveling at the speed of light.

Lupita overheard from the grapevine of the terminal illness of Larry, which one bartender had learned directly from him. Lupita was a long time employee of the hotel, where she worked as a room service attendant.

She thought this gringo was always ready with a quick smile and a generous tip; he was not bad looking either. Since it had been a very long time since she had broken up with her last boyfriend, the idea germinated in her head that she would seduce him. She figured that he was not going to stay here for the long haul, yet long enough to establish an idyllic affair. Besides, it seemed his girlfriend had abandoned him…pobrecito.

Since Melissa had left him, Larry did not make the long trek to the mercado anymore. He preferred to sleep in late, and order room service.

Eyes are more eloquent than words, for these are the windows of the soul.
When Lupita asked Larry in a provocative voice, if he wanted anything else…Larry did not hesitate to reach out his hand for her to take it - if she chose to do so. She did with a mischievous smile playing on her full lips, and a knowing look. From the moment their hands made contact, the mutual surge of energy foretold of the chemistry which had only to further develop to blossom.

- “Uno momento por favor.” Larry said this as he led Lupita to a chair, and ran into the bathroom to brush his teeth and take an expedited shower.

When he emerged from the bathroom, wearing only a towel, Lupita had already taken off her uniform and shoes. She proceeded to slowly unhook her bra, and let it fall to the floor. She followed next with her white cotton panties, letting those slide off her shapely limbs.

Larry thought this an intoxicating novelty. The polished wood tone of her skin, and her chocolate nipples made stark contrast with his white skin. Her high cheekbones, and almond shaped dark eyes, almost black and mysterious, held a strange fascination for him. He wanted to taste her, and explore uncharted foreign territory.

They closed the gap which separated them and initiated the mating ritual with a tender kiss. It was delicious, filled with tenderness, unhurried and exploratory. They made their way to the bed and they rolled around it for a bit, until Larry landed on the bottom and Lupita on top.

Who was seducing whom here? One may surmise that Lupita was the culprit by the graceful way she undid her bun, letting her long hair cascade all the way to the cleft of her buttocks. The strands tickling Larry as her face was covered in a curtain of raven hair, eventually sheltering them both when she leaned over to kiss him. She worked her way down his neck dispersing butterfly kisses, down his torso, her nails scratching his sides like menacing claws. Eventually she hovered over his penis as she made her way backwards. She only teased him with a light flick of her tongue over the head, like licking the tip on an ice cream cone.

The curtain of her long hair spreading all around them, Larry pushed back her hair to get a visual of her face. He wanted to enjoy the dual stimulation of sight and touch. She looked seductively and steadily into his eyes, as she lowered her lips to fully devour his penis. The suctioning motion of her high cheekbones, and the delightful sensation her velvety lips and tongue generated, contrasted with the aura of innocence about her.



to be continued...


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Painting "Lupe" by Octavio Ocampo

Hotel California VI

Time, time, time…so exacting a mistress.

Larry mused he would not wallow in self-pity. Time was mightily too scarce for that.
He did not hesitate to establish a conversation with fellow American tourists, and frequently joined them at their table for dinner, spending at large for sumptuous meals, and plenty of good spirits.

He applied the same assertive and direct approach which had worked with Melanie, and curiously, it happened to work most of the time. As a matter of fact he mentioned his terminal illness, and this struck a cord in most people. Something about our fragile mortality wanted to make one grab on to dear life and enjoy it to the fullest.

Larry was able to get casual sex partners with relative ease, although not all of the time, nor with the same intensity obtained with Melanie. Still a good fuck is as satisfying as a drive through meal is when one is short on time and hungry.

On his frequent ventures to Isla de Mujeres, Larry developed a rapport with Juan, a guy who owned a small boat and made money by transporting tourists there. Juan was good natured, funny, and spoke very decent English. On one occasion Larry chartered his boat to be taken as far away from the shore as possible for deep sea fishing. They took a case a beers and Juan provided the fishing equipment for them.

The clear blue sky adorned with mounds of cotton white clouds which seemed just close enough to grasp, and the gentle sway of the water, lured Larry in a meditative state of mind. They enjoyed a moment of quiet camaraderie, their interaction easy going enough, that they did not need to fill in every moment with inane chatter.

Larry reflected that we come into the world alone, and if we must make the transition out of here alone, that was fine too. Ultimately, one had to find peace, and love from within.

Another day he chartered the boat to an island where Juan had suggested he try the guided tour of the island not walking exactly. It was more like a Tarzan type of transportation, swinging from thick vines from tree to tree. Larry laughed nervously, and refrained from telling Juan of his fear of heights. His ego would not let him admit it, although under the influence of a few beers, he had agreed to do it the following day.

After making the contact with the guide, Larry paid for Juan as well as himself to explore the rain forest in the Tarzan-like fashion. While making the ascent up the rope staircase of the formidable tree to the base where he would swing from, Larry felt the beginning of a cold fear breaking a film of perspiration on his brow. His hands felt clammy, and the chill ran down his side. He paused for a moment in his ascent, and Juan asked him why he has stopped. He was right under him. Larry said he was OK, and proceeded, careful not to look sideways but to focus on a solid grip on the makeshift staircase.

When ungracefully arriving at the summit of the tree platform, he ventured to look out the lush vegetation below and above him. A plethora of exotic birds, monkeys, and other animals watching him as if to mock him, daring him to fall and break his neck. This was surely the case by the loud cackling they emitted.

Larry was sweating a cold sweat now, not due to the humidity of the jungle. He felt dizzy and felt like giving up; yet going down that precarious staircase would be just as excruciatingly painful.

Juan came up behind him and assured Larry it was safe, it was fun; to go for it.
“There is nothing to fear, but fear itself.” These words were exactly what Larry needed to hear to conquer the monster lurking in his psyche. He grabbed hold of the thick vine and with no other choice, he swung off the platform.

The fear contracted his stomach muscles, and he screamed out loud, not from fear but from the exhilaration of the moment. The freedom and joy he felt, both from wrestling his monster, and the rapture of velocity and adrenalin rush he experienced in mid air, was thrilling beyond expectation.

After Larry passed the hurdle of the first tree, Larry was fine to swing from tree to tree. He shed his inhibitions, t-shirt and shackles. For that day, he had become Tarzan.



To be continued…

Hotel California V

It’s funny how when one is on vacation and detached from the routine of business as usual, the days seems to last longer. Almost every moment of the day, one is consciously aware of the new surroundings, observant of other cultures, experimenting new foods, aromas and attractions - only pausing the exploration to rest.

The rich, fertile soil of the exotic flora seemed to fuel their passion, not only pertaining to the sexual realm, but for life itself. Each moment was thoroughly enjoyed.

In the mornings they enjoyed a walk through the quaint streets, to the open market place where the aroma of pungent spices, the array of lush fruits, sweets, grains, meats dangling from overhead hooks which attracted flies, were displayed as invitation to tease the palate and the purse.

On display, there were also lots of arts and crafts which Melanie loved. She favored the intricate hand woven blouses, and shifts, made of light cotton which were excellent for the humidity and heat of the region. She also opted to braid her hair like the indigenous women, and preferred leather huaraches, versus her canvas sneakers which were hot and constricting. Her skin glowed from the sun kissed tan, and the great sex they had daily.
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They particularly enjoyed a hole in the wall little café across the street from the mercado, which had excellent service. The people seemed genuingly very warm and friendly, happy to do their work, and even more to make a sale for that day.

Later on the day, they took up an activity which struck their fancy. They swam with dolphins and Larry took a picture of Melanie kissing a Dolphin. They are such smart and fun loving creatures; they seem almost human like.

The following day, they toured the Chichen Itza pyramid built by the Mayans, staying into the evening to view the magnificent light show.

On several occasions they went scuba diving, exploring the Mayan reef, the world’s second largest reef system. They found a whole new parallel universe in the sapphire and green waters of the Mexican Rivera. It was literally breath taking, in more ways than one. The strangest looking creatures made this their habitat, one could not help but wonder of the magic, yet brevity of life.
For us humans, as well as those creatures, It takes tenacity in an ever changing world and shifting climate, to simply survive. In parallel habitats it seems the biggest and most ferocious predators, consume the weakest.

When not scuba diving in the reefs, they explored with guides, the “Cenotes.” These elaborate and intricate labyrinths of sinkholes, and underground caves were considered sacred by the Mayans. Skeletal remains can still be found and ancient ceramic artifacts have been found in the deep, of these water filled caves, which suggest these caves were populated before the sea covered them thousands of years ago.

Other times they chartered a boat to the adjacent islands, those named Isla de Mujeres (Women’s Island), Turtle Beach, or Snail Beach. They ate in any hole in the wall restaurant in their vicinity, and in the evening, usually after intimate play time in bed post their evening shower, they went to hit the ebullient night life of the discos and bars open until late into the morning.

This is not to suggest that their sex life was restricted to their hotel bed, on the contrary. The exotic locale and sultry air shed their inhibitions. They found it particularly memorable to have made love behind the curtain of a waterfall. The power of the current, matching the intensity of their passion.

Ultimately from over indulgence, one may wake up with a hangover. The two weeks were up for Melanie, and she had to say goodbye. Larry tried to convince her to quit her job and stay with him there. He had decided on one of their excursions to Isla de Mujeres, that he would stay here and die. This was paradise on earth.

Melanie explained to him, she simply could not. She had responsibilities she could not elude for too long. It came out then, she was a single mom with three kids, and that her mother was taking care of them while she traveled. She simply could not quit her only source of income and go on a prolonged sexual and drinking binge.

Larry was tempted to tell her that he could support her, she could quit her job and stay with him. But then he saw the futility of the situation, he desisted. If he offered her money, it would be the same as paying for her company, that wasn't cool with him. It had to be because she wanted to be with him.

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There was the issue of her kids as well. Not like they could leave school just like that and come to Mexico indefinitely; that would simply not work out. Perhaps if he had dated her before, and gotten to know her kids. At this time, he had to focus on himself and live it up. He was not likely to play the daddy card to get some pussy, as fond as he was of Melanie. This was after all just great sex, vibrant passion and friendship.

They tearfully kissed goodbye one last time, before she entered the airplane.

Hotel California IV

Larry posted an ad in the classifieds worded: “Checking out of Hotel California…I am leaving for good, am giving away my personal belongings and furniture...only this weekend from 10:00 am to 6:00 pm.”

He made the mistake of putting his home number too, as well as his address. He received a deluge of calls inquiring what he was giving away, or asking him to save a particular item for that person. On the appointed date, his friends had helped him set outside the front yard a makeshift yard sale, except this one posted a sign saying it was all for free.

In those two days, Larry practically vacated his home. Most of the furniture and the majority of his clothes, the treadmill he hardly ever used, and DVD collection were given away. The rest of the remaining stuff, would be collected by The Salvation Army truck on Monday morning.

One man with an old pick up said he had just moved to California, and needed a refrigerator for his family. He practically hauled that thing himself. When parting, he asked Larry what he meant by checking out of Hotel California. In a matter-of-fact tone, Larry replied he was dying in about five and a half months. The man was stumped for a reply. He simply said he was sorry and left.

There was also a mother with small children gathering everything from plates, utensils, to bed covering. Larry saw the hard times etched upon the faces of most of the people gathering as much as they could travel with, and he was glad that his loss was their gain. He was satisfied he had done a good deed.

Melanie was elated she had been able to get two weeks off from work. She had lied that she had an ill relative in another state and had to travel to see her. Well, in reality she was not really lying she thought. Next Tuesday morning, they were on flight to Cancun, Mexico. The flight was entertained by multiple kissing, hard drinking, and a quickie inside the compact sized bathroom cabinet.

At the summit of the airplane’s stairway, Larry was caressed by the warm breeze, brilliant sun, and scent of fresh, clean air. He could make out the azure, crystal clear waters of the Mexican peninsula; the waves lasciviously licking the white sand. This moment, he felt a sense of peace and simple contentment - and new found joy.

Larry’s senses seemed to have become heightened. He savored the succulent flesh of a ripe mango with gusto. The hotness, and crunchy texture of fresh salsa exploded in his mouth. He thoroughly enjoyed every bite and variation of the magnificent buffet spread, until he was completely satiated.

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He decided to sneak a few ripe mangoes in his back pack. He planned to scrub Melanie's body with the peeled Mangoes all over, and retrieve the sweet juice and pulp with his tongue...on second thought he also bagged a few oranges as well.

Life was good. Whatever was left of it.

Hotel California III

It felt unreal; this open invitation to caress her body without any restriction or limitation. What started as playful soaping and a back rub, extended to every inch of Melanie’s body.
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This manual exploration, left no curve, arch, or crevice neglected.

With the precision of a sculptor, Larry’s hands molded her form. His roaming hands guided by a primal instinct, contoured the extremes of her body as a master guitar maker would polish his new instrument, relishing the slip and slide over the undulations of its pronounced curves. With a will of their own, they returned over and over again to her full breasts, hips and thighs, as if trying to detail every curve of a sleek and exotic automobile.

Larry focused on the soles of her tired feet, taking upon the task of massaging as well as applying pressure to key points on the soles. He followed this with butterfly kisses up her long legs, and quickly shedding his own clothes, joined Melanie in the bathtub to continue upwards exploration of her body.

Before proceeding any further, Larry turned on the shower head set to lukewarm water which was soothing, as well as necessary to rinse off the suds. Larry resumed the distribution of butterfly kisses along the insides of her legs and upwards…all the while positioning himself between her legs, and placing those over his shoulders, as the water gushed overhead - unrelenting. Needless to say, his inquisitive tongue commenced the exploration of the folds of her sex. These already wet from the water streaming down on them, as well as the excitement generated by Larry’s thorough exploration.

Up to this point, they had yet to have kissed…can you believe it?

That was of no import, for there are various types of lips. He turned his head sideways to give her a peculiar type of French kiss on her open and glistening lower lips, which made Melanie grasp on to the soap dish bar and the side of the tub for dear life, as her hips moved on their own accord. It took little further effort to send her over the edge as Larry grasped her buttocks to place her sex near his face, as a banquet to feast on ravenously.

Post her shattering orgasm, Melanie suddenly felt very amorous towards Larry. She cradled his face between her two hands, and gave him a soulful kiss. She felt limp and languid as they exited the shower, and mutually dried off each other with towels, never once breaking lip lock.


Larry closed his eyes to fully appreciate the moment of initial penetration. It was as if being enveloped in a hot cocoon, so velvety smooth, yet tight and all consuming.

All the pent up emotions of this roller coaster day, the realization of the brevity of life, made him pump into her fast and furiously. Deeper, and deeper as if he intended to enter once again the womb, to be nurtured and protected inside its walls once again.

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Unfortunately the long abstinence, and over excitement of the day, sent him over the edge much too quickly. This release was convulsive and brutal and it brought forth not only the seminal release, but a torrent of pent up emotions which triggered the flow of tears.

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Larry felt so vulnerable and afraid, yet satiated all the same. He rested his face on Melanie’s breasts and cried like a lost child. Melanie cradled his head to her breast and cried too as well, as she tenderly embraced him. This was a real reminder of our too short mortality. After a mutual and therapeutic crying session, Melanie kissed every inch of this face licking his tears, and made tender love to him.

That night they slept embraced like lost children, latching onto each other for comfort. They smelled like a cocktail of seminal fluid, vaginal secretions mixed with tears and desperation.

The last thought Larry had that night as sleep overtook him was, that had he not received that awful news today, he would not at that moment feel more alive than he had in ages.....how ironic.

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To be continued…

Hotel California II

Larry was surprised, yet elated about the simplicity of the transaction. He asked, and received in turn, a date for that evening. He would pick her up at the parking lot of the restaurant after her shift ended at 8:30 pm.
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“Ask and you shall receive.” How many times Larry had thought of venturing out of his comfort zone and risking, and reaching out to someone, and had refrained from doing so? Too many to count was his immediate answer.

He had several hours to spend before his date. He stopped at a Rite Aid to get condoms (just in case). Then he went home to shower and change for his date. With the spare time on his hands, he sat down at the kitchen table with a notepad and a pen. He listed the things that needed to be done before he checked out for good.

He started with the basics. It all came down to money. He despised his job which had sucked dry his youth, ideals in pursuit of higher profits, and his time. He needed to quit working there, and start living – whatever was left of it.

For a moment he was sorely tempted to steal. It would be so easy to do so. He could wire the money to an off shore account and be out of the country in 24 hours, but he desisted of the notion. He had never been a religious type of person, but he knew the day of reckoning if there was such a thing, would be upon him soon. That would elicit bad karma.

Another option would be to sell his home which with the inflated prices of today, would yield a handsome profit. Yet again, the housing market was soft, and the buyers were stalling - waiting for prices to free fall. Listing the house would take months perhaps to see the cash in his hands. Those were precious months which would evaporate too soon.

He opted for the idea of getting an equity loan from Bank of America. He had banked there for decades and he thought the reason they were gigantic now, enough to swallow Country Wide whole, was due to their elaborate schemes. They charged an arm and a leg for services and fees to their low income clientele. Their policy to put a hold on checks deposited and charging exorbitant fees for bounced checks, these due to the former in most cases, had obviously made them very solvent.

He did not feel guilty at all for devising this plan. He had enough equity to get a considerable amount, and that along with his moderate savings, 401K, and his multiple credit cards, would suit him fine for his last six months. Larry refused to misspend another day, another week, or month. Time was too precious a commodity for him now.

Larry had a big smile on his face when he saw Melanie walking up to his car. He had always thought she was nice and cute, but really not up to par for relationship material. It's funny how perspectives shift when one is in dire circumstances.

He proposed getting a drink at a local Karaoke place. After the first drink, Larry went to sign up to sing. When his turn came up, he did a decent version of Bruce Springsteen’s “Dancing in the Dark.” He sang without an ounce of inhibition, and belted that tune masterfully, even shaking his hips in rhythm to the tune. Melanie too was psyched about trying her latent singing talents at the microphone.

After several more tunes, and a few more drinks, they moved their song to the privacy of a motel. Melanie had, had a very long day. She excused herself and ran a bubble bath with the shampoo provided for their convenience. She had purposely left the door slightly ajar, and Larry could not help himself from looking at the bathroom mirror to see Melanie taking off her clothes, one item at a time. He gulped in anticipation of what was to come, and sat at the edge of the bed, voyeur of Melanie’s dunk in the bathtub.

When Melanie called out his name and asked him to help her scrub her back, Larry was only too happy to oblige her. He sauntered casually into the bathroom and the first thing he did was drink in Melanie’s nude form with his eyes.

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To be continued…


Open link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pk8VZgJkpeg

Hotel California

- “Brace yourself for what I have to tell you Larry. I’m sorry to tell you this, but the tests results leave no doubt. You have at the most six months to live. With aggressive chemotherapy, we may prolong your life span for an extended six months, but it’s too risky to operate, and the chemotherapy does not guarantee it will arrest the cancer.”

Larry felt a wave of cold dread wash over him. The moment seemed surreal, as if he was simply a spectator in an interactive macabre play. An involuntary sob wanted to escape from his constricted throat. A wail of undiluted rage wanted to manifest itself as well; this was simply not in his agenda. Of course, everyone knows one day we have to check out of here, but who bothers to think about it with such a full schedule? There is always tomorrow…

He shuffled out of the doctor’s office, pensive and visibly shaken to the core.

“What now?” he asked himself.

It seemed ironic now, that he once a buddy asked him, that if he was told he only had a few months to live, would he fight it to the end, or simply live it up for what it was worth. He said he would not fight it. Now, when the hypothesis was a hard cold reality, Larry’s courage seemed to falter. He wanted to live! Dammit!

When he stepped outside the building, he sat on the bus bench in front of it. He needed to gather his wits about him and think this through carefully. This was not fair! He imagined his carcass detaching itself from his skeletal frame in chunks, as his solid form morphed into a pool of putrefied fat. That was to become of him without ever have known true enduring love. He felt cheated that he had not lived his life properly.

An elderly lady sat next to him on the bus stop bench. She was pulling a two-wheel cart with some groceries in it. She smiled at Larry, but he did not return the smile. He was angry that this decrepit old woman with a turkey’s neck was still around taking up space on the bench, while he was half her age and with an imminent expiration date.

Larry wanted to cry, he was scared of the unknown, of the insidious and eventually painful daily deterioration of his body…this steady as the dripping of a leaky faucet. Yet, in truth, he lacked the willingness to fight it. What was life about anyway? His life thus far had been a monotonous routine. The joie de vivre had been long sucked out of the marrow of his bones and forgotten, probably since his high school years.

He reflected as one bus picked up the old woman, that he had not really truly lived his life well. He was a confirmed bachelor simply because he had been hurt once - very badly, and this had made him too picky of potential mates. Could he be blamed though? One date with a woman who looked like a seal, not kidding. With close set eyes, and a mustache which curiously made her resembled a seal - a cute one surely - but seriously! This encounter had left him wondering if he would ever find love.

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It had been so long since he’d been with a woman…way too long. This thought galvanized Larry into action. He walked to his car and drove to his favorite restaurant. He mused while driving there that he had spent one too many hours simply thinking about doing things, yet not taking the action needed to make those ideas realities.

How many hours had he spent of his life watching rented DVD’s, or simply surfing the remote control of the television? No time for that now he told himself. Time to take action and make the best of the time left!

With this conviction and new found valor, he sat at Melanie’s station and ordered a sumptuous meal. What the heck…not like he needed to watch his health now. As he cut into his medium rare steak and fries, Melanie asked him if he needed anything else.
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Larry put down his utensils and in a bold move, summarized his dilemma. He told her he had only six months to live, he had not been intimate with a woman in a year, and he wanted to ask her out. This was delivered in a rushed, monotonous tone.

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Reflections

Sometimes people come into our lives and quickly we realize that this happens to serve a purpose, to teach a lesson, to discover who we really are, to teach us what we want to achieve. You do not know who these people are, but when your eyes fix on them, know and understand that they will affect your life in a profound way.

Sometimes you endure things that seem horrible, painful and unfair, but in realization understand Without those obstacles to overcome, these things would never move you to reach your potential, Your force, or the power of your heart.

Everything happens for a reason in life. Nothing happens by chance or luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments of greatness or pure nonsense, Everything happens to test the limits of your soul. Without these small tests, life wold be a road newly empaved, soft and smooth. A road without direct path to nowhere, flat comfortable and safe, but clouded and without reason.

People who know affecting your life, falls and the triumphs that your experience, create the person you are. Even one can learn from the bad experiences. Indeed, it may be the most significant in our lives.

If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, give thanks because they taught The importance of forgiveness, the value of trust, and be more careful to whom you open your heart.

If someone loves you, love him or her not because they love you, but because they have taught us to love and to open your heart and your eyes To the little things in life. It has every day enjoy every moment and appreciated addition to learning Everything you can learn, perhaps because more will not have the opportunity to learn, you have to learn from this moment. Engage in a conversation with people that you have not dialogued ever with, and listen and pay attention.

Permit yourself to fall in love, break free and make your views lofty. Keep your head high because you have every right to do so. Repeat to yourself that you are a wonderful person and believe it! If you don't believe in yourself, nobody else will either.

Find it, create your own life, and live it! ....

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- unknown author, translated.

Trust III

Cathy could not resist the magnetic attraction ignited once again by Mark’s apparition into her life. God help her, it was stronger than her. She had his name tattooed on her thigh, and imprinted on her soul. Cathy agreed to meet him at a motel an hours drive from the city. She was ever careful to camouflage her image, using a long brunette wig, and she borrowed her housekeeper’s car for the evening’s soiree.

The reunion was bittersweet knowing it was fleeting, and that there was no future in it for them. She knew Mark was the only man in the world that could wield such strong power over her, and she relinquished all her power over to him; it gave her immense pleasure to please him.

It seemed nothing had changed, the passion was as heightened as ever, and the decades apart were of little relevance. Nothing had changed that is, until Mark suggested that due to his affection for her, he was willing to negotiate with her first the compromising pictures he had stored of her.

To refresh her memory, he presented copies of Cathy performing fellatio on his roommate, while she was being reamed from behind by their buddy. Cathy could not recall when this picture had been taken. It must have been on one of their marijuana and drinking binges back in those carefree days.

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Cathy was shocked to the core that her true love, the love of her life would blackmail her for profit. He hinted that in the event she did not negotiate with him, he was sure to be able to get a higher profit for the bidding war these and lots of other pictures of her would yield, particularly by the rival political party.

She got up from the bed, feeling utterly exposed, and humiliated unlike any other time, she had been degraded in their sex games. She went about gathering the discarded clothes, flung all over the cheap motel room in her haste to consume Mark. This gave her a reprise to think fast, and make a decision. This was no light matter, and she doubted she could consult this with her husband. She knew him well, and he would probably withdraw from the presidential race.

Once dressed, Cathy was partially composed and turned around to take a good look at Mark. She saw the dullness in the once sparkling diamond he had been to her. He was rotten to the core, and she knew then what must be done. She asked if anyone else knew of the pictures, and when it was assured that no one else had been approach with the pictures, she agreed to pay the sum of the extortion.

Cathy meticulously prepared for her date with Mark. She bathed languorously, and took extra care to exfoliate and luxuriously moisturize her skin all over. She wanted this night to be extra special. On the appointed time they met at his home, Mark met her with the same passion he always demonstrated, and this elicited a similar response from Cathy. They did not rush through their sex games this time, but took the time to savor the evening with a light repast and red wine. She carefully wheeled the small suitcase containing the exorbitant amount of money to the entrance of the house, and quickly exchanged it for the envelope of pictures along with all the negatives.

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After the business aspect was concluded, they made out on the couch while consuming a full bottle of wine, eventually moving their play to the bedroom. It did not evolve into a passionate sexual encounter after all, for Mark did not seem able to stay focused, his heart rate slowed down, and he seemed to have trouble breathing like a fish out of water, failing about in desperation. When it dawned on him what was happening he looked accusingly at Cathy.

This slow ebbing of his life force tore at Cathy’s heart. She shed genuine tears for him, while she gathering him lovingly in her arms, and kissed him tenderly on his cheeks, his eyelids, his lips, as his breathing faltered, and his hear rate slowed down to a stop.

- “Farewell darling. Trust me, this had to be done. There are sacrifices that need to be done for our country; it has always been this way.”

Trust II

As a ritual in the game of life, Cathy got her heart broken. One would think she would learn from her past mistakes, but the heart is ever fickle and indomitable. She always pined for Mark even after she established herself in her career, and eventually married her current husband.

Her relationship with her husband was built on common ground, aspirations, and trust. He was very loving towards her, although Cathy always seemed to long for that which had made her vibrate to the core of her being and burn with passion, pain, and so much heartache that the line between the agony and the ecstasy seemed blurred.

Her deepest desires repressed, Cathy used her surplus energy to help her husband socially climb the ladder of success, and establish the contacts for the fundraising needed to launch his political career.

It took a long time of joint effort, hard work, sacrifices, and unwavering hope to get to this point - the presidential candidacy. Cathy admired and loved her husband; her most cherished dream was to see him succeed. He was a man of integrity, highly intelligent, and a visionary. She believed whole heartedly he would be the best candidate based on his highly successful expertise in the private business sector, his common sense, and his strong moral fiber.

Her husband was a charismatic speaker who played on the heart strings of his audience with his vision of a better way to do things, and evoking the good times which were yet to come. Cathy knew that he was destined to become president; she knew this in her heart. Those who listened to him speak also wanted to believe things would turn around the corner for the better, as chaotic as the world seemed with the signs of an imminent recession depicted daily on the front pages of the newspapers; this confirmed by the general consensus that business was slow in a lot of sectors.

Some dreams do come true, if they are meant to be. Cathy and her husband embraced joyfully and tearfully when it was announced he was the elected candidate for his party. They were just that close to their goal; it was happening! They made a great team; all they had worked tirelessly for decades was finally coming to fruition.

In the throng of people congratulating them at the event, Cathy came face to face with her past. He had the same dark hair, obviously tinged by now, his skin was marked by the passage of time, yet in essence it was the same handsome Mark. Her heart accelerated, and she had to keep herself in check not to run into his arms, like a dazed college girl.

Mark was able to maneuver himself to her side and congratulate her, he gave her his business card and told her to call him - they needed to talk. Cathy took the card in her hand as she made the mistake of looking deeply into Mark’s eyes. She was mesmerized all over again, and she seemed to vibrate at a higher energy level than she had for the last two decades. It was as if a reformed drug addict was in a room of people shooting up, the delirious ecstasy awaiting, was just at arms reach.

to be continued...

Trust

They met on a dance floor. He exuded sex appeal, tempered strength, and his dark long-lashed eyes twinkled when he smiled. Cathy was smitten from the start; she loved the way he masterfully led her across the crowded dance floor. It was if they were both alone, participants of an intimate dance au deux, instead of in the middle of the noise and the crowd.

The chemistry they shared on the dance floor, translated into their physical intimacy as well. The mutual attraction was intense. Mark seemed to know exactly which buttons to push or calibrate which went beyond the erogenous zones. It was the psychological buttons he knew to push, which helped her shed her inhibitions and give more than she had ever given to any other man.

It was a revelation to Cathy to celebrate thoroughly her womanhood. The other labels, titles, or adjectives were of little relevance; she had finally come into her own skin, and celebrated being a woman. She had no problems achieving orgasms with Mark. He knew how to work her mind and fine tune her body to elicit these convulsive reactions from her. Cathy became addicted to his touch, his lovemaking; she craved to hear his voice. Even calling his answering machine at home, when she knew he was at work or school, and not at home.
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It seemed odd that the more she craved him; he sensed this and appeared more aloof. This drove Cathy insane, and eager to prove her love to him.

Mark knew the power he held over Cathy, and thought it was amusing, and eventually boring, for he disliked clingy women. He was bored and devised a way to get rid of her. Once, when they’ve had too much wine to drink, he suggested she let him take pictures of her, for him to look at during the times they would be apart. She hesitated a bit, and then seemingly mesmerized by his persuasive tone and adulations, as well as his magnetic eyes, Cathy relented.

What started as pictures of artistic expression to emphasize Cathy’s beautiful body, degraded in content in ensuing photographic sessions. They evolved to her posing in pseudo copulating sessions with innate objects, as well as to adding a second party to these sessions.

Cathy thought she was proving how much she loved Mark, by going beyond her comfort zone, her moral paradigms, to prove to Mark how sexy she could be. Mark in turn, thought this lightly amusing, and his dislike for her person grew in proportion to her adoration for him.


To be continued..

Getting By

I was in line to make a payment, lost in my own reverie. Frequently, I have to watch myself when I am in a meeting with clients and I tune off into my world. While they ramble on, I use my intuition to catch up, when I need to jump back into the drift of what is being said.

When in line, I was told by another customer to stand on the arrows set forth, even though there was no one else behind me, before she had come in. I did not even turn to look at her. I could not move or acknowledge what she said I must do to comply with what she thinks needs to be done, for order to reign in this chaotic world. I think I will play deaf on occasion, when the mood strikes.

I have changed so much, and although hardened a bit, I feel my tolerance for conformity is precariously limited. With my new found enthusiasm, and vigor acquired on the eve of 2008, I will put forth lots of effort in my goals.

I divided a paper into four squares, and in each quarter of the year, I wrote attainable goals. In the first quarter, along with other plans, I intend to find an affectionate lover. I am through with notion of self denial; life is too short not to fully live. Sometimes we may not get what we want, but we can get what we need to get by, as the song goes.

The Price

The song I heard today was fitting of my day. It said something like "The cost of living, is taking the chance once more."

This evening I saw a newly married couple. The bride must be in her mid sixties, and the groom about same age range. It was sweet how she had adorned her hair in ringlets, and he had a white rose on his lapel. A white rose, which signifies purity of love.

I suppose it shows it's never too late to take a chance again. While I noted this couple, I shared the thought that getting hitched in Vegas with someone special would really be cool. Like Christmas, were the essence of the festivity is underscored by the hype on consumerism, so does the extravagance of most weddings underscore the meaning of simply committing to someone for the long haul. Simply that, no hype to it, purely simple and yet, so significant.

Now, while for this type of event there must be mutual consent, I don't think I need to rush, as I can still look forward to my late sixties, if God willing, I live to see that date.

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On another note, I noticed I am slowly but surely am changing. I noticed it since the beginning of this year. I am noting a new emboldening about me. Today this change reiterated itself by braking some rules, and feeling good for it.

Indecision

Men are quite lucky; we women are complex creatures. We are attached to things, we feel we can't live without. It's the vanity thing. Even my grandmother, may she rest in peace, did not leave the house without red lipstick, some blush and pearls, or some type of adornment.

I can't leave town for four days, without bringing enough clothes for two weeks, and while left to my own devices this evening....(time on my hands), I went shopping for post christmas sales...I know...but I deserve it.

That only skims the surface. Usually when I travel for more than a week, the other suitcase only contains shoes, for you know these have to match an outfit, and one needs comfortable, shoes as well.

Enough!

Men really do have the advantage of being able to travel light. I mean, just the bulk of sanitary napkins take a lot of space in the luggage. Men don't even need much toilet paper even (only on ocassion), while we can't just flap that thing dry you know...even if we did a little shimmy dance....perhaps raising a leg to the hand dryer would do the trick...if those were installed inside the stalls of course. Otherwise, well, going into a ladie's restroom, would be quite disturbing and might permeate such room with a peculiar aroma.

Change of subject. You know how I knew I was in Vegas? When I went to get coffee this woman comes in with a 50's style beehive, up...up...up to there.