Message-ID: <40350asstr$1042067409@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030107214824.15358.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: "Frederick T." X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 7 Jan 2003 21:48:24 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} "The Way it Should Have Been"[1/4]{Frederick T.}(MF rom) Date: Wed, 8 Jan 2003 18:10:09 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, gill-bates Author: Frederick T. Title: The Way it Should Have Been Part: 1 of 4 Universe: Summary: Keywords: (MF rom) Language: English -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- @(C) 1999 Frederick T. Commercial use in any form requires the written permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the American Cancer Society. !!!!! ATTENTION READER !!!!! The following story is a work of sexual fiction. So it follows that youngsters should not be reading it. If you happen to fall into that category and still reading, there's not much I can do to prevent you from continuing. That's part of the problem...The just tremendous explosion of information today compared to say...Just ten years ago. Shit ! How about thirty years ago ? Today's youngsters and young adults have so many more issues than we had...Things we never thought about. The war was the defining issue of our time. Today there is no unifying idea to guide youth and yet maybe, they don't need that much ? Guidance, that is. Having said that. I really believe censoring the material a young mind absorbs is the responsibility of the adult who has custodial responsibility for the young mind...It's not the government's responsibility or mine because I happen to contribute to this news group...You can't shut down the information...A tremendous example would be the demise of the soviet union. In retrospect, it's easy to see how western information just bombarded their government into submission. A great time to be a member of the armed forces but then why are so many getting out ? Another part of the problem ? And who says it's a problem ? I'm going to diverge a bit from the usual and say that although the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the author's fertile imagination, the characters...Well, the characters are made up of bits and pieces of the tumble dried assortment of friends and acquaintances I've made over a rich and long life. I find it hard to believe that anyone my age, who writes, doesn't do the same. So many of you have asked for some stories about Willy when he was younger. Well, unfortunately Willy was a pretty typical Southern California surfer of the era circa, 1955...1956...1957...1958...Through about the mid- 60's. But since this is fiction...Nah ! It's fucking fantasy...Not even fiction, just total fantasy ! So here goes...The following story is the way Willy...Well, it's the way it should have been ! Now we can quibble over a lot of the details and some of the stories may appear to be a little larger today than they actually were but that's story telling ! I'd like to dedicate the following story to those who have meant the most to me...From the early years to the present. The tales we could tell about this and that...The secrets we shared and still share. The times we've been not quite in control of any part of our lives but found you standing right there and that was cool. The intimacies we shared go beyond the sex. It's hard to describe but then maybe, it is the sex ? I'm not positive but it sure was fun ! Remember...Sex should be fun ! As always e-mail your comments to the usual. The Way it Should Have Been (MF rom) by Frederick T. With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution Christmas Vacation 1964 There were several brand new surfboards in the window. My boy friend was looking them over. I was bored and only agreed to tag along with him because we were also going to shop for his tux. Yea ! I know...It was only December but this would kind of make it formal; that we were going together...To the senior prom, that is. We were both graduating in June. I had been accepted at University of California - Santa Barbara. Wow ! College ! I could hardly wait for school to end...And while I was spending most of the Summer here, my boy friend was attending some baseball camp for six weeks...He was going to try out for baseball in college...At UCLA...But I'm getting a head of myself...Summer was a long way off. I'd never been in a surfboard shop before. It smelled funny and was very noisy. Some motor was running in the back of the shop...Back behind a wall. There was a doorway but no door...A whole bunch of colored beads were hanging down in the doorway. I thought that looked kind of cool. There were a lot more boards inside. Dozens lined the walls, all standing on their tails...All different colors, some with stripes, some with bands of color around them. The salesman was busy with some kid and his father. He glanced over at us and then yelled over toward the beaded doorway. "Hey ! Buffalo ! Give me a hand up front...Will you ?" It was the first time I met him yet we really didn't meet. He was about my boyfriend's height but not as heavy. He was at least two, maybe three years older than we were. His hair was real long and tied with a colorful scarf forming what looked like a girl's pony tail down his back. It was a dark brown but even in the dead of winter had some sun in it. He was wearing what appeared to be overalls with an apron of some type and was covered in white dust...All over except for his face. He'd been wearing some big mask, kind of like a diver...Oh ! No, not one of those bell things but just a mask. He had a scarf tied around his mouth. Oh ! His hair was white, too...In front. I got the color from the pony tail. My boy friend put on the real cool guy act. "Nah...I'll wait." The guy seemed cool with it, just nodded and then returned to the back of the shop. The motor started up again..... Winter 1965 I saw him a couple of times on my way to school. He was always in the process of putting his board into a beat up Ford station wagon...No ! Nothing close to a woody. A real piece of crap. He was always parked in the same place, facing down hill, right across from the trail to Palos Verdes Cove. I waved once but I don't think he saw me. My mother asked me who it was I waved to ? I laughed. I couldn't explain who it was or why I waved. I think my mom thought it was a teenage thing...Totally unfathomable. She didn't ask again. I met him for the first time on a dreary Sunday in February. It was raining on and off, the hill, shrouded with clouds. My boy friend and I were in church...Early mass. We were both working on some senior project...I can't remember now...Anyway, we're in the parking lot when some friends of ours drive by. They're really friends of my boy friend. They were on their way to Launada Bay. Big surf ! They were all excited. Now, none of them were dressed to go surfing so I figured it must be really huge. Plus, my boy friend and his friends were pretty much Summer surfers. We followed them out to the Bay. There were a number of cars parked along the road, lots of them with boards on roof racks or sticking out of the back of station wagons. I can see knots of people standing along the cliff side. Shit ! It's only seven-thirty and there must be forty, fifty people here already. I some how knew he'd be here and lagged behind my boy friend and his friends, looking for his station wagon. There it was. The back end still open with a towel carelessly thrown over the tail gate...Like he was in a hurry. There are only two guys out; that I can see. I notice several waxing up on the rock beach below us and there were a few walking down the cliff. Most all of them were wearing wet suits. There were some brave souls but not many. Now let me tell you...There may have been fifty on the cliff side but there were only about ten, maybe twelve guys who were...Well, going surfing. And it was huge. The two out in the water were hardly specks in the gray mush of the Pacific. A buzz began down the way and it kind of moved along the cliff side towards us. The buzz got louder, guys were pointing out into the ocean. Some guys, down the way, were jumping up and down. Everyone was looking out at the sea. A large number of huge swells were approaching the Dominator. It ran aground...Shit ! I can't remember when ? I was a kid. The ocean looked like an accordion. The two specks in the water started paddling out to sea. One of them didn't make it over the first wave. His board bounced around like a cork in the white water, rising high into the air and then being consumed by the white water again. The second speck was turning around and paddling for the second wave. Total silence on the cliff side. You could almost hear the waves breaking. When the guy caught the wave, people started hooting and hollering You could almost feel the excitement...The energy. The lone surfer was streaking across this huge wall of water, legs spread, arms out for balance. When he out ran ahead of the wave a bit he carved this huge arcing turn back to his left and headed for the cascading water. Back again to his right and then he was over the top of the wave and the crowd was actually clapping. I just noticed. The surfer was real close to the loose surfboard and now, further out, I could make out the bobbing head of the one who lost it. The guy who caught the wave, paddled over, placed a foot on the nose of the other board and then started paddling back out. When he reached the other guy he dropped off the surfboard and continued out into the surf. We stayed for over two hours but I only remember the beginning and the end. The rest was just listening to my boy friend and his friends bullshit a lot. There were about eight of them out now and more walking down the cliff every once and a while. I saw the board first. God ! It looked a block long...All gray with a big sticker advertising that company where I first saw him. He was almost to the top, climbing the trail slowly, following his friend. His friend appeared to be closer to my age. I slipped away from the guys I was with. The cliff side now had at least a hundred people or more looking out at the surf. I'd heard several estimates. I was standing at the head of the trail when he appeared. I felt like a fool, dressed in a skirt and blouse with my best pumps on. "Hi !" He stopped and looked at me. He was still dripping water and it pooled around his feet in the mud. He looked so sleek in the wet suit, like a seal. "Buffalo...Right ?" He smiled and I returned it. "How big is it ? People up here figure twelve, maybe fifteen...They close ?" "Bigger sets, maybe...But most, eight...Ten feet. It was better earlier and will probably be better tomorrow morning. You look nice...Just back from church ?" I remember blushing. He continued on. "I did...last night...five-thirty. I still kind of think it's cheating but the Jesuits say it's on the up and up." He laughed and I laughed with him. We were both silent for a moment. "And your name is ?" "Cathy." I left it at that. "Nice to meet you, Cathy. Your boy friend like his new board ?" "He hasn't tried it yet...He's a Summer surfer." He smiled, said good-bye and wandered off toward his station wagon. Spring 1965 I saw him a couple of times parked across from PV Cove that Spring on the way to school but that was it, until late April. He was pumping gas into his station wagon at the gas station across from the grocery up near the high school. I was with a bunch of kids in the store, buying cokes and shit that would turn our complexions into pizza. I was really angling for a ride home. My parents were in the process of divorcing and my mom and I were stuck with just one car. A senior in high school and taking the bus home... I don't think so. I'd rather walk but usually tried to bum a ride. "Going toward the Cove ?" "Sure...Need a ride ?" He was very talkative on the way, asking me about my school work and college aspirations. Just before dropping me off, he asked if I wanted to go to a surfing movie with him at a high school up in Santa Monica on Saturday night. As if Santa Monica was filled with high schools. I was noncommittal as my boy friend and I usually went out both nights. He left me with a card from the surfboard shop. "...call before Saturday at four...I'm usually there until four." Yea ! Right, buddy. I'm going to call you...Don't hold your breath..... Early Saturday afternoon, my gremie boy friend informed me that he "...was going out with the boys..." "Now...mom don't get crazy on me. This guy is a little older than I am. I think he goes to college." My dad would have gone through the roof but I think he screwed around a lot so he suspected everyone else did the same. Anyway, I'd just called. Buffalo sounded very pleased to hear from me. He was picking me up at five and we were going to dinner before heading up to Santa Monica. He was dressed very nicely and my mother told me later that she was very pleased to meet him. I had no idea what they talked about while I waited the requisite time before coming into the front room. We ate at a small restaurant, a hole in the wall...In Hermosa Beach. Kind of like a bar. It was obvious the staff knew him, several called him by name. He talked a lot about college. I was surprised he'd graduated already. He didn't look that old. He was waiting for orders. He'd enlisted or whatever ? I thought he was stupid. The vast majority of the guys I knew had no idea there was a war going on. Most were going to college to avoid service...They really had no college ambitions...Just avoid the draft. This fool was enlisting ! He talked a lot about flying airplanes and surfing and life in general. He told me he was glad I took a piece as the cake passed by. Sometimes people never took a chance and then the door closed and the opportunity never presented itself again. It was kind of strange talk for a first date but he was a perfect gentleman and at the front door, after the movie, told me again he was glad we both took a chance. I gave him my number but he never called. I figured he knew I was stepping out on my boy friend as when he kissed me on the forehead he whispered, "Our secret." Summer 1965 One of my girl friends was taking her mom's car in to get it fixed down in the beach cities. I went with her, mostly because I was bored to tears. My boy friend was at that baseball camp. I was anxious to leave home, be on my own, go to college. At least my parents got their shit together on that. My dad was picking up the college tab and I could hardly wait. We're in the car place...Right on PCH and right across the street from the surfboard shop. Like a magnet it drew me across the street. He was in the back, sanding a surfboard. He acted surprised to see me and put his work down. We talked for a while and then my friend burst in and said the car was ready. She rushed back to the car place. I told her I'd be out front waiting and Buffalo waited with me. "You busy, the next couple of days ?" Of course I wasn't. "Thought maybe we could go down South...Do a little surfing. Maybe spend a couple of days in Baja ?" God ! I couldn't believe it. He was asking me...What was he asking me ? I wasn't sure. This wasn't exactly the kind of second date you expect. How could you explain it to your parents...Well, my mother...I'm not sure ? "Ah ! Isn't this kind of a big step for a second date ?" He laughed but didn't reply. "Is this more of the cake you were talking about ?" "Yea...Something like that. A nice little adventure before you go away to college and work your ass off to graduate. Don't do what I did. If the minimum wasn't good enough, it wouldn't be the minimum. You have to do better than that...It closes a lot of doors." "I'll have to think about it." "You got the number, right ?" I knew exactly where in my purse the card was but had no intention of telling him that. So he got me another card and off I went. Three days later I still hadn't broached the subject. I wasn't going to, either. There was something about it ? You just don't ask a girl to spend a couple of days with you...I mean, if you hardly know her ! But the Mystery...Adventure...I just couldn't put my finger on it. My mother came in all excited that evening. She was working as a sales clerk at one of the new malls up on the top of the hill. They were calling it Rolling Hills something or other. Anyway, she won a selling contest and the prize was a weekend in Las Vegas. She could take a friend and was hoping I wouldn't mind if she asked her sister. Her sister was also divorced. Jesus ! I wonder if it runs in the family...Is this what I have to look forward to ? No ! Of course I didn't mind. My mother was passing me the cake and I was definitely going to take a piece. I called at nine the next morning. I could hear the salesman calling his name. "Aaah...It's Cathy. My mom's leaving for Las Vegas on Friday. She won't be home until Monday or Tuesday." Yea ! I fibbed a little. I figured I could...Shit ! I really didn't know ? "What time do you want me to pick you up ?" "She's leaving in the morning..." I didn't know what else to say. "Pick you up at ten. There's not much room. A couple of pairs of shorts, some "T" shirts...A nice blouse, sandals...Some underwear...Yea ! A bathing suit...We'll spend most of our time in bathing suits." "How about those girl things ? Room for them ?" "Oh ! Yea ! Sure...As long as it fits in your purse...You got a big baggy one ? That'll be cool to put shit in when we shop and stuff. Oh ! Don't forget your birth certificate...You're eighteen, right ?" Camp Pendleton On the way down the coast he was telling me he wasn't sure this would work. He wasn't really in yet and didn't have an I.D. but he had orders that said he had to report to Officer Training School in October. Next year he'd be in pilot training. He was excited about it. I got excited listening to him talk. The guard wasn't too happy letting this long haired guy and his girl friend...Oh ! Jesus ! I was referring to myself as his girl friend. I wonder what the guard thought we were going to do ? I was no virgin but all my experience was with my present boy friend and I'd never slept with a guy all night long. We're through the gate and the guard saluted us. Buffalo even saluted back. The excitement was contagious. We drove for miles. I was really surprised how large the base or whatever was. He parked the station wagon on some hard sand and grass about a quarter mile from the ocean. The noise of the surf was in the background. The back of the wagon was filled with two coolers full of beer and soft drinks and some hamburgers and fruit and lots of other shit. There were two sleeping bags and some air mattresses if we needed to sleep in the wagon. He said; in Mexico, if it rained, we might have to sleep with the surfboards. He brought two...One for me and one for him. I laughed but by dinner time he'd convinced me to try it. We took an old beat up blue one and out we went. We spent about an hour and I did no better than get to my knee with one foot on the board. My hair was a mess but so was his. After dinner we sat by the small barbecue he brought, watching the coals die out and drinking beer. He told me quite casually he'd have to buy me a new suit. I was wearing a one piece that was about three years old. I hadn't grown since I was fifteen, still wore a thirty-four "B" cup. Twenty-two in the waist with a thirty-five hip measurement. My boy friend said I had a nice butt and compared to some I've seen in gym class, I'd agree. My long, dark brown hair almost frames my huge nose. Now, my mom says it's nothing but it's big. Kind of like a ski jump without the ramp up at the end. I've got dark brown eyes with real dark eye brows. I topped out at five-seven and weighed a little over one fifteen...Sometimes one eighteen, when I'm having my period. I've got real skinny legs. My boy friend thinks I'm sexy but then I'm letting him screw me...So I think he'd say or do just about anything to keep that arrangement going in the right direction. Now, we've only done it four times but we're screwing...I never thought I'd do that before I was married but I did. Did alcohol play a part ? Probably ! Peer pressure ? Maybe...But that's not all what's it's cracked up to be when it comes to sex. Taking a drag off a cigarette or drinking a beer can never be compared to having intercourse...Fucking...It sounded so evil...Naughty. It was dark and the coals were just about all done in. We were sitting on the open sleeping bags. He was in a pair of jockey shorts without a shirt. I had just a "T" shirt on with a pair of panties. He told me we'd have to stop and get a shower tomorrow as the salt water would eventually start to bother us. Sleeping with salt covered bodies was the pits, he said. I slept like a baby and was disappointed he wasn't lying beside me when I woke. The sun was just coming up behind me and shining out on the expanse of ocean in front of me. He was on the forward tip of his board, arms above his head, sliding across the face of about a two foot wave. I laid back down and looked up at the bright blue sky. Wow ! Here I am with a guy...I hardly know...We've had one date...And I just spent the night with him, cuddled with him on an open sleeping bag. Felt him almost all night long. For a while he had his arm around me. It was a funny feeling...Different...More than sex...I was a little confused...Where was this going ? Or was it going anywhere ? I was sleeping again when he finally got out of the water and then the smell of bacon woke me. He was crouching by the barbecue and slowly turning them a strip at a time, being careful they didn't fall into the coals. The toast was kind of strange but the orange juice was out of this world...Fresh squeezed, he said. We left the base and showered at a public beach just North of San Diego. He let me drive most of the way while he tried to tune in a Mexican radio station on one of those cheap Japanese transistor radios. He had it hanging from the ash tray. To get in the grove, he said. We shopped...A lot more shit this time. He said we'd be gone three, four days...So much for Tuesday. Who cares ? I'd come up with some excuse for my mother. I was having a great time and it wasn't like we were behaving like adolescents. Shit ! He was twenty-three. I was eighteen. We were adults ! I felt so free ! Alive and so free ! "We're going to have to sneak you across...That's why we have to cross today or tomorrow. It's always crowded on the weekends." I got scared. "Sneak you across..." What the hell did that mean ? We stopped in a busy market area just this side of the boarder. It was full of shops and stalls, selling everything imaginable. "I'll be back in a while. Find yourself a two piece." It took him forever, it seemed and I must have looked in a dozen shops. How he found me was pure luck. He insisted I buy, what I considered...Jesus ! It was skimpy. I'd have to shave a little to wear it. My one piece covered all that. Shit ! I didn't bring a razor. I'd be amazon woman after a week...Well, almost a week. Maybe he had a razor ? He must. He was clean shaven after the shower. He was passing the cake again, so I took another piece. I didn't have to wear it when I got home. With him, I felt I could do anything. We were back in the car and he was outlining the plan. "...your birth certificate and the note from your parents." What note from my parents ? "...under twenty-one and need your parent's permission to travel in Mexico. The note says...Well, you can read it. I'm glad this worked out as the back up plan was a little risky...We'd have to find a middle aged couple and talk them into passing you off as their daughter. This is much better." I was reading how my parents were allowing their daughter, Cathy Naylor, to travel to Mexico with William Buffalo Tamarack, a good friend of the family. The youngsters would be traveling down into Baja to surf and shop. It was even notarized. Except for the waiting in line, going through customs was a breeze. Buffalo spoke descent spanish and the boarder guards on both sides were always smiling, although the U.S. guy told Buffalo he needed a hair cut. Tijuana, Mexico We parked in a real run down looking, dirt parking lot back from the main drag. Jesus ! The traffic this side of the boarder was worse than on the american side but it was Saturday night. People were running up and down between the cars, selling anything you'd buy. Buffalo talked to them all in spanish and was now bickering with a young man in the parking lot. "We're ok, now. Manuel is going to watch the car while we eat. A dollar now, a dollar later. We go back a few years. He runs this area and makes pretty good bread." He laughed and then continued. "He told me that if I wasn't with such a beautiful senorita, he would introduce me to his sister." We were both laughing and he had his arm around my waist when we entered the cantina. We waited at the bar for a table. This place was packed. He ordered in spanish and the drinks were huge. He told me he'd been haggling with the bar tender for his margarita recipe...Had been for several years now and was getting nowhere. So, I started winking at the bar tender and eventually used my french on him. I took four years in high school and was pretty good. Went to France last year for the whole Summer...Foreign exchange. The bar tender leaned across to me and whispered in english. "Tell the gringo that it's three-one-three. He should be able to figure it out from there and if I ever hear he made a slushy one, I'll cut his throat. Only on the rocks." He paused while staring into my eyes. "You're much too beautiful for the Buffalo man. I get off at two, if he passes out on you." He laughed a very loudly and put our second round on the bar. Shit ! I was hardly done with the first. We were at the table and the waiter seemed to know Mr. Buffalo, as he called him. The dinner was grand...A whole bunch of barbecued shrimp with rice and beans. These four guys came to the table and sang what sounded like ballads. Buffalo and the musicians were constantly exchanging what must have been funny jokes as they were all laughing. When they left, I asked him what was so funny. He burst out laughing and said I was much too young to understand. I kicked him under the table and he laughed louder. People were looking at us. We ate some more and then the musicians were back. I batted my eyes at them and got one of them to tell me, in very good english, that they were talking about my beauty. Then why were they laughing ? This jerk thought I was stupid ! I motioned him closer and whispered. "Tell Mr. Buffalo...In spanish, please. That...That if he thinks he's getting into my pants tonight he's drunker than he thinks I am." The musician straightened up, laughing his guts out. After a long string of spanish all the musicians started laughing like fools. The music even came to a stop. Buffalo was turning all sorts of colors but eventually burst out laughing, too. He was quite drunk but then so was I. He bellowed across the room in spanish. A young girl, no more than seven or eight, showed up at the table. He whispered in her ear and gave her a dollar. She rushed off and in about ten minutes was back with a bouquet of flowers. She bowed when she presented them to me. Now, I've never had a guy just give me flowers...Yea ! Ok ! For the prom and...That's about it. I got up and threw myself at him. I ended up in his lap but some of the stuff on the table fell on the floor. We were down on our knees cleaning up my mess when the musicians came back. The restaurant staff were rushing over with brooms and all that shit. All of them were laughing and Buffalo was picking me up over his shoulder. After the shock, I started laughing. We were half way down the block before he set me down. There was no sense in struggling. I'd probably just hurt us both by causing him to fall. Shit ! He was so drunk, I was amazed he could walk. I was dizzy when he set me down and just a little embarrassed but then he was kissing me, all tongue and very passionate. We danced. We shopped...And ended up sleeping in the back of the station wagon. Manuel told us in perfectly good english that for another five bucks he'd make sure I didn't get sold into white slavery for the rest of my life, never to see america again. All three of us laughed. Baja California, Mexico The sun woke me. We were moving. My head felt like a bomb had gone off in it. I could hardly lift it off the sleeping bag without spasms of pain shooting through my temples. I peeked over into the front. He was driving and mexican music was blaring from the radio. "About time you got up...We're way behind schedule because you got so drunk last night...Practically threw yourself at me. Had to have five or...I think it was six of Manuel's friends come over and take care of you after I was through with you." Hearing no response from me, he continued. "Well...You did throw yourself at me in the restaurant and one of the guys at one of the dancing places offered me a thousand pesos for you..." He moaned when I slapped him. It wasn't real hard but he moaned...Made a big deal out of it. The effort to slap him caused more spasms of pain. He had his arm around my neck and was attempting to pull me over into the front seat. I fumbled into the front as spasms of pain electrified my body. I'd never felt this horrible. "Time for a little hair of the dog that bit us and a little special Buffalo remedy. You look like shit, my dear. What bowery did you spend the evening in ? I think I missed you. I was with the most desirable lady in the cantina last night and look what I woke up with." He was bellowing with laughter and I didn't have the guts to slap him again. I was afraid the pain would never go away. He made me open two mexican beers while he told me that we were about three hours away, depending on traffic...Away from what I had no idea ? It was mid-morning about nine, maybe ten, I figured. I had no earthly idea where we were. All around us was desert. I was almost scared. The throbbing came back. I tried to look at his watch...One of those water proof things. He kept twisting his wrist, forcing me to bend, like a pretzel, down on to the front seat to get a look at the time. It was nine-fifteen and then he kissed me. His breath was foul but then I suppose mine was, too. It was a short kiss but he chewed on my lower lip and for some strange reason that turned me on. "You need to pay a little more attention to dental hygiene, senorita." He was laughing. "You're no romeo either, senior." We both laughed and then brushed our teeth with beer. He said it was better than the water and speaking of water, I wondered where the two big bladders of water came from...And what were we going to use it for other than drinking ? I fell asleep and only woke when we stopped. It was a run down flea bag joint - kind of a gas station with a grocery attached...A couple of windows broken in front, patched up with newspaper. The people were nice and we bought some more beer along with a full tank of gas. When we pulled away, he told me we'd have to start watching our pennies. I told him I had some money and he told me to keep it safe. We might just need it. "How you feeling ?" I hardly heard him above the radio, blasting some mexican cha cha cha or something. "I could do with a couple of hours of sleep and I've felt a lot better." He held out a hand rolled cigarette. Shit ! It had to be marijuana ? I may be young but one of my friends has a sister in college who's tried it. "It's magic, Cathy...Honest...Magic." I took it out of his hand, visions of becoming a drug addict flashing through my head. He held out a box of matches from the cantina. Now, I tried smoking before, didn't like it but knew how to do it. I took a drag and he started coaching immediately. "No...No...Suck it right into your lungs and hold it...As long as you can." I took another drag, the smoke curling up from the end of the cigarette. I got dizzy, holding my breath but other than that didn't feel a thing. I had a couple of more drags, the last one made me cough like a fool. He was holding out his beer to me. I took a big swallow. When I looked up it seemed like we were going maybe twenty miles an hour. I asked why we were driving so slow and he laughed. There was still some cigarette left and he had it leaning up in the ash tray. He was wearing some shades so I dug through my purse looking for my sun glasses. I ran across my make-up and started laughing because I saw no way of using it down here. I'd have to use one of the car mirrors as I couldn't find the little one I kept in my purse. The flowers ended up in my hand. It seemed like eons ago but was just last night. He was talking about something. I had no idea what and my mind was much too confused to try to listen to him. I started keeping time to the music with my foot and he put his hand on my thigh, up under my skirt a little. I started laughing as I watched his hand massage my bare thigh. The dress was a mess, looked like I slept in it. His hawaiian shirt looked the same. We were both laughing. 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