Once in a Blue Agave Moon: Chapter 41, pt. 1

At Last, What You’ve All Been Waiting for…

(almost)

There is such a thing as too much fanfare, were it to be much ado about nothing, but some things are important enough to deserve research, and the preparation is just the cost of doing business.

On the one hand, Elliott and Chianna were comfortable in their current lives together. They, as well as the other members of The Fourteenth Colony had developed a system that allowed them to be mutually interdependent enough to allow them support and protection and still maintain personal independence.

Unfortunately, Comfort and Adventure are not especially compatible, and the boredom that had been brewing between them had begun to border on alienation.

They lived well, and wanted for little, but as Jed pointed out, the entire country was in a state of flux, and some semblance of economic order was returning.

People were desperate and disorganized, except for certain regions where there were still sufficient means of production of essential goods or industrial products, or inventories of equipment or parts, and in many cases, those who still owned or controlled them could get people to work for credits, or even a sort of company store arrangement that allowed them to maintain a subsistence level of living, more or less like before.

It was a time when those who were bold enough and capable enough to seize the opportunities they either found or made, to attain a level of autonomy and control not afforded to them before the system collapsed.

It now hinged on an unlikely coincidence that this circle of friends were once again being drawn together, but whatever it had been that had brought them together years before, in a different world, was returning,  

and as the wheel turned round and round, it was becoming inevitable.

This was more than just sexual attractions or old romances because in truth, what had drawn together before was their character and their nature, but given their ages, sexuality became the currency of their realm.

Polyamory notwithstanding, Elliott had failed to recognize that The Dance that they were doing back then was nonetheless a series of movements that sought a conclusion…resolution.

Elliott, forever The Fool, was naive enough to think it would never end.

“All things return to The One.” 

Years before, they were the heart of a group of about three dozen iconoclasts and societal rebels loosely dubbed The Gonzo Media Freaks, plus numerous transitory aficionados.

Art, Music, and Literature professors turned into willing Lab Rats breaking new ground in Human Sexuality led by several of the Psychology Department staff and innumerable ‘plus ones’ who came and went, but eventually, it came back down to a cast of less than a dozen principals, long before Aimée showed up at Rebel’s tattoo shop, years later.

Orinignally, Jed, Aimée, Rebecca, and Leigh-Anne were not sure if they would be able to convince Elliott that he even needed to get involved, but although they were worried that Chianna might resent their history together or feel intimidated or jealous, she was proving to be the turning point, and Jed had become the deal-maker.

Skills, innate abilities, and competence had provided the structure, and chemistry was proving to be the catalyst, and now The Knowledge was about to provide the insight and guidance to unite them in ways that Elliott and Chianna could never anticipate.

There might have been some degree of awkwardness about initiating whatever was to follow, considering the fact that Chianna had only met the four of them a little over twenty-four hours ago, but the intuitive connections that were blossoming courtesy of The Knowledge made it all seem perfectly natural.

In earlier times, most people would have regarded Elliott as a sex addict, and Rebel (aka Jeanette Dee Rogers, Jeannie Markvart, Rebecca Moore, et al), indeed the veritable Rebecca Steele, (‘Becca’) had been a formerly famous porn star.

Although she had been reported dead in 2004, When she and Elliott reunited, she confided that she had “burned” the leader of a Virginia motorcycle gang for drugs, and went on the run after her last known boyfriend identified the body of a mutual friend on the floor of the motel  as her.

Anyone who really knew her would have noticed that the tattoos were all wrong….

It would have been impossible not to notice that the most signature identifying feature, an absolutely beautiful single-needle monochrome image of a Tree of Life replete with the image of a jaguar imbedded within the trunk, and leaves that turned into flying birds that covered her entire back, was conspicuous in its absence in the description of her body.

Elliott had been unsuccessfully married five times before Chianna, and Rebel may have been married as many as a dozen times under various aliases.

All had been unsuccessfully married before, but they did not fit the typical mold of ‘Swingers,’ they did not practice the lifestyle, and would have been more accurately referred to as ‘Polyamorous,’ rather than ‘Serial Monogamists,’ but they “never joined the union or got the tattoo.”

This went way beyond promiscuity, and they all would have rejected such a judgmental label. They were extraordinary people with extraordinarily good intentions and loving hearts.

It was Rebel who took the lead, but in her typical way, she finally drawled so slowly that it was like molasses pouring, dark and sweet. She knew how to subtly command everyone’s attention 

“Well, I think we should take just a moment to reflect upon how we should proceed from here, I mean, Jed and Chianna are so worked up, it’s been like watching two horny teenagers at the prom, but they’re too self-conscious to start, because they know that we’re going to watch them, and they’d be right.”

“So in the spirit of charity and good will, somebody needs to distract ‘Doc’ so Chianna can focus on…well, we all know where that’s headed…”

She rolled her eyes back for a moment as she casually brought her left index finger upwards in a semicircular, clockwise fashion as she took a very long, slow, breath as she smiled broadly.

“Now, as we all know, Aimée and I are especially close, and I know she’s feeling kinda vulnerable just yet and almost as self-conscious as Chianna, because there’s some emotional baggage to be resolved, even though I told her she should just trust her heart…”

Again she seemed to pause for dramatic effect.

“I’ve learned to respect and admire Leigh-Anne while we were on the road to here…I really like her, in fact; but I can’t read her for the life of me, like she’s still analyzing it all to decide where she fits in on all this, and I know Aimée says she’s ok…”

“So again, in the spirit of Charity and Goodwill, I think it’s only proper to volunteer to help everybody relax…”

She abruptly turned to face Elliott.

“Look Doc…I really missed the hell out of your cute ass, don’t get me wrong…I do really care deeply for you, so unless somebody has any objections…’cause Chianna, honestly, I promise that I’m not trying to jump anybody else’s claim…”

As she raised her hands, palms upward, Elliott stepped toward her and lifted her upraised hands by supporting them from underneath as he gracefully drew her hands to his chest, smiling broadly as he looked deeply into her eyes for the first time in too may years.

It only made sense that it should start this way.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 12th, 2021  

Fish swim with the tides, in and out of the lagoon as it empties itself, receives from, and flows back into the sea.

*ALL REFERENCES TO ANY PERSONS CONFIRMED STILL LIVING IS PURELY CO-INCIDENTAL…AND THE DEAD ARE TOO BUSY LAUGHING AT US TO CARE.

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