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Once in a Blue Agave Moon: A Convergence of Many Things, Pt II Chapter Nineteen

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Mature Theme, Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone on September 22, 2017 by dreamlanddancing

Most of the rest of the early evening was relatively uneventful; bathing, eating and drinking occupied most of their attention before getting ready to sleep.

Chiana was not especially surprised that Rebel, Amy and Leigh-Ann did not bother to cover up or clothe afterwards nearly as much as she was surprised to see that Jed did, although it was just to simply wrap a towel around his waist.

She also noticed that Elliott was making a concerted effort to not stare or seem preoccupied by any of it. She thought it was sweet of him to give so much deference to doing everything he could not to arouse any jealousy in her, although the fact that Jed had bothered to cover up was more than a little bit of a disappointment. He was very easy on the eyes, and his well-muscled body sparked no small amount of curiosity about his manhood, now barely covered in a beach towel.

Finally, Chiana and Elliott excused themselves long enough to take a much-needed shower, once their guests were finished. They were both intrigued by the provocative remarks and nudity and they spoke briefly about it as they helped each other wash.

Chiana told Elliott she understood it if he felt curious about what it would be like to be with any of the other three women with whom he had once been so familiar, adding that she had no small amount of curiosity about Jed herself. They knew each other well enough not to be coy about their feelings, and Elliott finally asked her outright if she wanted to fuck Jed, even though he already knew that answer hours ago.

What was important was frank honesty; the balance between full disclosure and kindness might have been difficult for some couples, but they were certainly no strangers to the lifestyle. Minimizing or trivializing their desires and curiosities would only trigger suspicion and insecurity in each other. It had been a very long time since they had gone down this path together, owing to their isolation within the colony, although they had several friends with whom they had discussed testing the waters, who were friends of Chiana’s, and sisters of the Moon.

It had mostly just been idle pillow-talk so far, and they tended to be a bit more guarded and a great deal less impetuous than they had been back before the Apocalypse. It was a small community, and despite the generally broad-minded atmosphere, there would be no place to hide or escape if any misunderstandings arose.

Chiana also knew that Elliott and Jed had been very careful in the past about not jeopardizing their friendship as far as their involvement with the same women. She also knew about both Jed and Elliott’s original unspoken agreement concerning Amy, although it certainly appeared that bridge had already been crossed some time ago.

Elliott explained that they had indulged in quite a few threesomes with casual acquaintances, but also admitted that Amy had been quite special to him, and that had been the reason that Jed had kept her at arm’s length, which suited Elliott well enough at the time.

Before she left and got married, they had both been very close with Leigh-Ann, but had never bedded her together, although in retrospect, he wasn’t really sure why they hadn’t; she was so independent they were both sure that if that had been her desire, it would have happened on her schedule and terms.

He also added that he was prepared to accept Chiana’s attraction for Jed, and encouraged her to talk about her desires.

She finally overcame her trepidation over Elliott’s reaction and asked him outright. “What’s he like in bed? In mean, I know you’ve had the chance to observe him with other women…and I know it’s been a long time, but you know what I like…and maybe it’s just idle curiosity, but is he really good…what’s he like?”

“Well, at least back then, he was like a stallion. Very energetic, but sensitive and tender. There was certainly at least a little competitiveness between us when we were just partying. All the other women worshipped the ground he walked upon, but I never understood why Patty was such a domineering bitch to him. Sometimes I wasn’t really sure if she really even loved him at all. And he would have done anything for her, just to please her…”

“OK, but you know what I am going to ask: what’s his cock like? Is it bigger than yours? Would that bother you? I mean, we picked up a few hostages years ago…like that dancer from the Copa…what was his name? Christ! He was fucking huge, and that didn’t seem to bother you then, in fact I really think it turned you on didn’t it?

“One question at a time, OK? Elliott laughed as he added “Yes, watching Steve fuck your brains out for over two hours was probably one of the most erotic things I’ve ever witnessed first-hand, and I have to admit I was amazed to watch you deep-throat him. I also knew that there have been quite a few extraordinarily well-endowed men in your life before I met you, and yes, it was a turn-on.”

As Elliott spoke, Chiana noticed that he seemed to be getting aroused by the conversation.

“As far as Jed is concerned, he is maybe an inch or two longer than me, but not nearly as thick, although you should know that he is uncircumcised…I know that has been a turn-off for you in the past, but at the risk of sounding a bit gay, I have to say he has a truly beautiful cock.”

“Why? Did you two ever…you know, maybe it was late and you were both high, and well, one thing led to another…just out of curiosity?” Chiana asked rather playfully.

“God no! Jed is one hundred per cent hetero, at least as far as I know…although if he had tried have his way with me back then, if we had been high and no one else was around, I doubt I would have even tried to stop him, so believe me, I understand the attraction, even though I never could have let him know.”

“Didn’t you ever stop to think that maybe he felt the same way?” she countered.

“It never once occurred to me, really…I mean. you’ve seen his demeanor, and as long as I have known him, he never gave any indication of any tendencies in that direction, so I would have to say no, or at least, I don’t think so.” Chiana noticed that Elliott seemed slightly uncomfortable by the sudden turn in the dialogue.

“Well, let’s be perfectly honest…I don’t think anyone would ever guess what kind of depravity goes through your mind, at least as far as the same sex goes, right?” There was mischief in Chiana’s eyes as she spoke.

“I can’t help feeling that you are trying to change the subject to deflect to focus away from you….” Elliott seemed slightly uncomfortable, but not really upset by the turn of the conversation.

“Oh no, not at all…and I am sorry I gave you that impression, so let’s be perfectly clear. I would like nothing better than to find out exactly what he is like in bed. I can’t wait to put his cock in my mouth, uncut or not and suck it till he is so hard he can’t wait to fuck me long, deep and repeatedly.” There was playful sincerity in her eyes as she spoke, knowing that the hot talk would not go unappreciated by Elliott.

She quickly added “I’m not trying to be mean, and I asked you first about how you felt about it. I would never do anything to hurt your feelings or jeopardize our love for each other, but I want that man so badly I can hardly contain myself. I get soaking wet every time I think about it, but I want you to be there with me when it happens, if you want, or you can see if Amy and you can still strike up any sparks if she is interested, or Amy and Rebel for that matter, although I’m still not too sure about Leigh-Ann; she’s not an easy read at all.”

Chiana continued “I think it is really sweet that you have been so careful not to do anything to make me feel any jealousy over having three former lovers suddenly show up on our doorstep, but I think this time the glove is on the other hand. We didn’t plan any of this any more than we planned the collapse of the entire Western world.”

“The truth is that we have both been a little stir-crazy; call it cabin fever or whatever you want, but we have not had a lot of options until today. We made the best of a very bad situation, and it led us here, and we have managed to attain a better standard of living than we ever knew before, and I can’t help feeling that this is right.” Chiana smiled slightly a she gave Elliott’s right nipple a slight pinch and a twist.

She added, ”Neither one of us should have to stifle our feelings, or even our impulses. Let’s just see where that leads us. We’ve lost a lot of the spontaneity that we had when we were younger. We can’t reclaim our youth, but we can re-discover our impulses and maybe find a way to enjoy some of the craziness and joy we knew when we were younger and less cautious.” Chiana knew exactly how to reach Elliott when she wanted something.

Elliott nodded in agreement as his previously limp tool began to swell. “OK, so what’s the next step?”

With that, Chiana got on her knees and took Elliott’s cock deep into the back of her throat as she stroked it with both hands until he was hard as a rock.

Quite pleased with herself, Chiana sat back on her haunches and admired the handiwork of her efforts. Elliott was well above average in length, but his girth was a real jaw-dropper because it was as thick as Elliott’s wrist.

“OK, that should give them something to talk about.” she said. “See if you can wrap that towel around yourself and let’s go out and see what happens next.”

“I don’t know about wrapping it around me, but right now I could probably just hang the towel over it.” He chuckled.

As Chiana started to leave, Elliott asked her if she was going to use a towel to cover herself.

“No, I think the ladies’ dress code for tonight is au naturel, but if Jed is going to wear a towel I think you should too…at least for now.”

As Chiana finished drying herself with her towel, she threw it over her shoulder and grabbed Elliott’s hand to go back out into the parlor where their guests were waiting.

I may need this for later,” she said as she winked at him.

 

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

09/22/2017

 

 

Once in a Blue Agave Moon: One Nation Verboten

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Economic Redistribution, Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone on June 17, 2017 by dreamlanddancing

“As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.”

(H. L. Mencken, writing for the Baltimore Evening Sun on 26 July 1920)

Although this quote was written many years before, it was not until the election of George W. Bush to the presidency that it seemed that indeed, the “chickens had finally come home to roost”  and Mencken’s prophesy had in fact been fulfilled,

This was followed shortly thereafter by a change in the economy from the first (inherited) budget surplus in almost one hundred years into a seventeen trillion dollar deficit, and the near-collapse of the American, and eventually, World Economies whose bailout was carried on the backs of the working Middle-Class to protect the privileges of those whose short-sighted greed and excess had caused it.

(It would have been far cheaper and more logical after all, to put the bankers and the legislators who abetted them in jail, buy the houses from the banks at cost, rather than at their added ballon-payment interest rates, and let the people pay back the same government that would have saved the bankers, rather than their homes, for instance.)

But of course, the nationalization of that much real estate to do something effective to aid our own people and save the economy without regard to the protection of a corrupt group of privileged insiders would undoubtedly end up being labeled as “Socialist” and we have already been conditioned to hate even a little potential Communism far more than an endless amount of Corruption.

But it wasn’t until the election of 2016 that perhaps the most sinister aspect of that predication, which had somehow gone unnoticed became glaringly apparent, although it is in the first, not the last sentence that our doom was prophesied.

“…As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people…”

It took the mind of an only marginally intelligent or sane home-grown political strategist who had built his fortunes upon treachery, lies, smoke and mirrors, emotional drama, blackmail, dis-information, denial and fraud, being totally without any scruples, and little substance to mange to become a culture-hero able to align and rally paranoid, anti-intellectual religious simpletons, racists, jingoistic xenophobes, misogynists and most businessmen into one unified voting body politic in order to get himself elected to the presidency of a country so full of angry, fearful, superstitious and mean-spirited pricks that his victory was guaranteed long before the first ballot was cast.

And “the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last….”

(Even if only by being at best considered by too many who saw him as “the lesser of two evils.”)

Given the choice between even a nominally intellectual or educated usurper of the will of the people, with her own history of fraud, lies and deceptions who at least preached tolerance and understanding, and a clearly unbalanced and emotionally retarded snake-oil salesman:

Always bet on large groups of stupid people to do the bidding of the sort of cynical crook who will convince them of things he himself does not believe, but thinks they are ignorant enough to accept.

Always bet on those charlatans to channel the hatred, fear, and resentments of those so enslaved by their own beliefs that they profess to even love their collars and chains; who will do no end of evil at his bidding and surrender the very rights they profess to love, to protect what they are allowed to call their freedom.

…To never underestimate the potential for the tyranny of evil men to prevail.

(After all, many, if not most of the entire animal kingdom will go so far as to kill or even eat each other under the right circumstances allowed by their respective tribe or pack, much like what humans call Justifiable Homicide.)

Animals however, rarely kill anything they don’t eat, (except for the males, whenever mating rights or territory are involved) and they don’t have to hate their dinner in order to kill or eat it.

It should not have surprised the Liberal/Intellectual Left-Behinds that no matter how blatantly false or illogical the pronouncements or actions of this Mussolini-esque harlequin, no matter how loud their protests or indignations (as well as those of the rest of the world), nothing changed amongst his supporters, who managed to keep him in power and seemed as ubiquitous as Christ on the Cross, Mickey Mouse, and Coca-Cola.

…And their anger, hatred and fear was as vast and unlimited as the Pacific.

Then, suddenly, several months before his re-election, in the middle of what promised to be the mother of all last stands of liberal opposition determined to prevent his re-election (which was undoubtedly doomed to yet another crushing failure), within three days time, first the Federal Reserve Banks were destroyed and rendered radioactive by terrorists for almost purely psychological purposes, and then The Armageddon Virus drained the world banking systems of all of their collective assets, and finally rendered the entire Internet, as well as any and all computers using it useless.

Much like Stuxnet, it contained many interlocking Zero-Day vulnerabilities and Doomsday self-destruct sequences targeting not only the computers themselves, but also any equipment connected to or controlled by it.

In a world devoid of either computers, Faith, or Money, the infrastructure of the Western world collapsed in less than a week, with no police or troops to control the riots or looting, and no firemen to put out the flames or paramedics to take anyone to the failed hospital systems.

No public safety, public or private schools, electricity, clean running water, solid waste treatment plants, mass transit, mass media, or grocery stores, but plenty of mass hysteria.

No Social Security. No unemployment compensation or disability checks. No public dole of any kind.

By the time that he became the first president to commit suicide, there was no news media in any form to report it, few interested in reading it, and no one ready to step up to the plate to assume the chain of command of a wrecked nation in flames.

Of course, it was only a matter of time before the natural ascendancy of self-determination, ruthless pragmatism, life-sustaining skill-sets, and as always, blind luck and questionable circumstances would produce the leaders, movers and shakers, producers and reapers of the boundless opportunities created by way of mass economic re-distribution, but it would be an agonizingly long time at best.

And maybe…just maybe for the first time since the beginnings of recorded history, it would not be determined by wealth, position, social status or privilege, inherited aristocracies or fortunes, sex, race, religious, or ethnic affiliation…at least not at first.

(Keep in mind, it’s not so much that human nature was changed all that much, but it would of course, take time to establish who’s gang was the most powerful; even if only for the fleetest blink of a second, that field was leveled long enough to provide a window of opportunity for the truly smartest and the fittest to not only survive, but flourish and thrive….)

This is the type of self-determinism that would have given Heinlein an erection (were he still alive) while he tried to use “the present state of affairs” to explain to the ghost of Ayn Rand the paucities of Objectivism, now that Reverse Evolution had been stopped dead in its tracks.

In the blink of an eye, the perspectives of nearly every living human on the planet changed, although generally in proportion to just how much privilege they had lost.

Americans, the most pampered and spoiled of all, went from whining about pay raises, real or imagined sarcasms, their feelings of low self-esteem, their endless blame-shifting and refusal to accept responsibility for their own present circumstances,  feeling unappreciated or undervalued, or the insensitive remarks of anyone in general, to being genuinely thankful for not being killed, raped, and/or eaten, let alone worrying from where their next meal was to come.

They had taken so much for granted for so long that they forgot:

> how good it is just to not be a part of the food chain, or

what it takes to be a real top predator.

> what it’s like to be totally dependent upon and responsible for their own thoughts and actions to determine the length and quality of their lives.

> that nothing is either forgiven or forgotten, much less guaranteed.

> that you do not require forgiveness for Sins invented and created in someone else’s image.

> that only your family, clan, or tribe will be there to pick you up and help you get back on your feet when you fall…if you are lucky.

> …the rest will only be there to pick your pockets and bones.

> that every day is Judgement Day.

> that no amount of money will replace the memory of your everyday lives as your family grew up and you grew old, or the fact that you learned to value it too late.

> what they gave up when they traded their lives for money, and their Instincts for Reason.

> that they don’t have to ask permission, apologize, or face denial of their rights of freedom and movement to pursue their desires.

Yes, undoubtedly, most people in very poor health would not suffer for very long, with no money to be made by keeping them alive like vegetables on a farm, or by planting them elsewhere for longer periods in smaller, far more expensive patches of real estate with only lawn maintenance to be factored.

Yes, it was also found to be true that many of the diseases and maladies of their artificially increased lifespans were induced by a lack of exercise, bloodless violence, stress, and thankless pursuits of objectives completely removed from their own activities of daily living, perhaps even giving credence to long-debunked myths about how your conscience somehow punished you for your own wrongdoing and its associated, accumulated guilt.

They learned that by eating or drinking too much to try to subvert appetites for other more natural, and life-affirming pursuits, one induces or at least encourages Type II diabetes, congestive heart failure, and hypertension.

…that “Only in America” could a “Couch Potato,”  let alone a six-hundred pound human incapable of feeding itself exist at all.

…or that no medication can cure the depression caused by the paralyzing realization of the falseness, emptiness, and futility of anyone’s life unless they take arms against a sea of tormentors and the slings and arrows of outrageous fortunes bred by false desires, ignorance, addictions, and suffering.

And finally, most, if not almost all of the money they became convinced they needed to buy possessions to fill holes in their spirits as big as Existentialism itself was as unnecessary as the imaginary false Hierarchy of the (New) Needs by which they had been hypnotized or the long-gone understanding or memory of Maslow’s originals.

They soon realized that lofty ideals alone would not protect anyone, because Enlightenment and Compassion can only stay the executioner’s hand when it is under the control of the victor.

First, one has to survive in order to live long enough to savor one’s existence. Sentience, Enlightenment and Compassion are acquired tastes.

A more accurate modern translation of René Descartes’ original hypothesis might have instead been “I think, therefore I desire that which I do not need, thereby I suffer in pain, and fear, and therefore I am.”

“God (sic) protect me from all the Good People…especially your followers.” (unk. origin). The depth of their self-righteous hatred, fear and evil knows no bounds.

So much for “…the inner soul of the people…”

Be careful what you wish for.

Sayonara Y’all…

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

06/16/2017

(out-of-sequence; chapter tbd later…also please keep in mind that true to my own genre of Enhanced and Fortified Non-Fiction, this piece starts in my somewhat altered reality of the here and now as well as the there and then before launching into the indulgences of my apocryphal visions of what the future may hold.)

Once in a Blue Agave Moon: A Modest Proposal

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Economic Redistribution, Liason Between Parties, Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon on April 3, 2017 by dreamlanddancing

 

Chapter Fourteen

Don’t forget that Elliott was there to witness Jed introduce himself to Chiana. He was also there to watch Jed, just by virtue of being his natural self, not only become completely distracted, but to also find himself speechless in the presence of his wife, who appeared to be equally spellbound by Jed.

There was nothing contrived within it, no way to rehearse for the performance. It was  true, and real, and honest. It would be safe to say that the four people who were there were equally unprepared and surprised.

There was nothing Jed did to provoke what happened, at least consciously, and nothing that could be said in derision of Chiana’s reactions, which were equally honest and without fault.

Most people would be angry, or feel threatened, but Elliott and Chiana were most definitely not most people, and that connection between Jed and Chiana was something that could neither be denied nor ignored.

It just was.

It would take some time to adjust to this most recent development, but in the meantime, jealousy and insecurity would only confuse and confound their abilities to reconcile it.

In the awkward silence that followed, suddenly Leigh-Anne snapped them all out of it In a way that only she seemed to be able to do.

“Soooooo…Jed, was there a question in there, somewhere, or were you about to make a point of some kind about something?”

“…uh…I’m sure there was, but for the life of me, I can’t remember….” Jed grinned sheepishly, but gave no evidence of any feelings of guilt. Neither he nor Chiana had any reason to feel guilty, and they knew Elliott well enough to know that full disclosure was the only acceptable mode of operation.

“Pleased to meet you, Jed.” Chiana said as she held out her hand to Jed.

“Likewise, Chiana” He said as he politely took her hand as one might do at a formal dinner, and then very ceremoniously bowed at the waist, and lightly kissed her hand. Chiana hoped no one could see the shiver that ran up her spine and down to her most tender parts.

There was no way that any of them could un-remember what they had just  watched take place.

“Well!, What a relief! And to think that I was worried that you two wouldn’t get along…”  Elliott managed to find a way to give them all an opportunity to laugh, albeit somewhat uncomfortably, which effectively de-fused the bomb.

It was also his way of letting everyone know that, in addition to not being blind or stupid, that he possessed the wherewithal to remember that Jed was his best friend, as was his wife Chiana.

When we try to fight or resist the reality of our present circumstances, we not only create, but we also guarantee our own misery.

When we embrace anything less than the plain, unvarnished truth, we invite falsehood, delusion, and self-deception.

The actions we choose, as well as the emotions that give birth to those actions will compel the  outcome of what will follow more than any other single factor.

Sometimes we succeed in the face of what had looked like inevitable failure by way of extraordinary effort, or of sheer dumb luck, and no effort, but whatever happens, the only way we can ever hope to find any peace, as well as the love we deserve is to accept the Here and Now, and then govern our actions accordingly in the present moment.

We have no control over the Past, but even if you believe you can prepare for your future, you have to accept what is, as it is now.

The Heart seeks what the heart wants, despite the rules or conventions our minds try to create so as to deny what is out of Fear of what might be.

“Elliott, where ever are our manners? I’m sure our friends must be hungry and thirsty after their ride here…” Chiana was quick to follow Elliott’s lead.

“I don’t want to sound pushy, but I also think we could use a nice hot bath, but if you can tolerate eight hours worth of accumulated sweat and road grime long enough to let us eat and drink first, we would love a meal.” Rebel said as she and Amy walked up together. “As I remember, Doc is one hell of a good cook.”

“Absolutely! There’s plenty to drink, and I barbecued last night, so you can have your pick of ribs, brisket, chicken, roast pork or gator tail.” Elliott said.

“And we also have sweet tea, ice water, and plenty of fresh fruit  juices, or I can make coffee for anyone who wants it” Chiana added. “but no more soft drinks…unfortunately, sometimes I get a craving for a Coke, or a ginger ale, but…I guess they was just more corollary damage from the Armageddon Virus…..”

“Plus we have home-brewed beer, a few varieties of wine, and what can pass for any kind of whiskey you like.” Elliott said as he waved his hand toward the buildings that occupied their compound.

“So I hear. Did you know that you have a very elite cult following of admirers of your distilled spirits?” Jed asked.

“Really? I have bartered and traded a few gallons here and there for materials and supplies or parts when we needed something we couldn’t make or do without, but I always do our business off-premises and I don’t even want anybody to know where we are, or what we do here.”

“Trust me, Elliott; it was not easy find you. I have spent the last six months trying to track you down, before I even realized it was you, but let’s talk about all that later after we get out of this hot sun…oh and by the way Chiana, If you want any kind of soft drink…even Yoo Hoo or Squirt, I can probably get it for you  ” 

“Really? Weren’t all those bottling plants shut down?” she queried.

“They were, but they’re still some large caches of all sorts of things in warehouses that can be bartered; I have developed a network of suppliers and buyers for almost anything you can think of, or desire. It is at least part of the reason we came here, but not the most important one, by any means.”

“Perhaps we can discuss it at length when we get inside while we eat.” Chiana gently placed her left hand behind Jed’s right bicep to gently grasp the inside of his arm as she began to walk with him.

“Well then, just follow us and we’ll get y’all fed before we give you the grand tour.” Elliott was smiling faintly at Chiana and Jed as he turned to Amy, Rebel, and Leigh-Anne. As he walked a few steps backward, he gave them the sign to follow him, palm up hand extended making an arc up toward his face. 

“What about my dog?” Rebel asked. “He’s well-trained, and gets along with  people and other animals as long as they behave themselves.”

“No problem” said Elliot. “He’ll fit in fine with our critters, and we have plenty for him to eat too. Did I hear you call him Mordecai?”

“Yeah, that’s right, it’s supposed to mean ‘Warrior’  but once I introduce you to him we’ll all be fine.”

Rebel called Mordecai over and they all did “touch” to introduce themselves before they went into the kitchen/dining area.

 

Chazz Vincent

03/02/2017

 

Once in a Blue Agave Moon: All Things Return to the One

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Liason Between Parties, Mature Theme, Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon on March 31, 2017 by dreamlanddancing

Chapter Thirteen, Part Four

Rebecca was the real wild card of the trio. She was unknown to Jed, Elliott, or either Amy or Leigh-Anne back when they all knew each other, and at first, Elliott was unnerved by her sudden reappearance. He could think of no obvious explanation as to her connection to them and her presence within the group initially seemed contrived, until he finally put the pieces of the puzzle together.

Most everyone who knew her well called her “Rebel”, but her real name (or at least one of them) was Jeanette Rogers.

Although she and Amy shared the same surname, they could not have possibly been less likely to be related. She had used almost a dozen different aliases over the years, (including her screen name) but she had confided to Elliott that Rogers was her genuine birth name.

She grew up dirt-poor in rural Virginia and had almost no formal education, but loved to read just about anything that caught her surprisingly wide range of interests, although she refused to lose her trademark Southern drawl or her country pride and roots.

Elliott had befriended her at a time when no one else would; when he had no idea that she was in fact slightly rich and formerly famous. She was even more mystified that he made no effort to try to fuck her.

Unfortunately everyone else in her life at that time wanted something from her and drugs, sex and money seemed to be the only way she knew to get people to take her seriously or pay attention to her.

Not that he didn’t want to; he just was in no hurry and at least initially didn’t think he should take advantage of her misfortune and vulnerability.

Besides, he could sense her cynicism and suspicion and knew well enough that that if he didn’t live down to her lowest expectations, she would undoubtedly consider it a challenge.

He was right, of course.

Elliott really had no idea about how famous Rebel really had been, until weeks later, while he was at a video rental store that also maintained an “adult” section in the back when he asked the owner if he had ever heard of her.

It turned out that she had developed such a following (including the store owner) that after she left the business, another actress started using her screen name, despite the fact that they bore absolutely no resemblance to each other.

It turned that she had not only been featured in over two dozen films in which she had starred, but she had also done many appearances with most of the biggest names (and cocks) in the business.

If you cross-referenced her screen name during the time that she was using it, she came up in over one hundred titles.

She later told Elliott that she considered him one of the few real friends she had and the only one whom she trusted.

She had made and lost quite a fortune and reputation in the Adult Film Industry before she walked out on all of it. Ironically, it was Rebel who was the most modest about anyone seeing her nude body, although she was rightly proud of the beautiful single-needle Cholo-style monochrome Tree of Life tattoo that covered her entire back.

Unfortunately, she had undergone one too many breast augmentation procedures, and the surgeries had resulted in irregularities of the surface of her skin that were not as unattractive as she thought they were, but considering she was used to being adored…more accurately, she got paid just to pretend that she so desperately needed to be adored, when in fact, what she did need was recognition, validation, support and encouragement.

Now she airbrushed original artwork on custom motorcycles, had her own tattoo parlor in Fort Lauderdale and raised champion pit bull dogs that provided her more than enough money to be able to live off of after she had wisely invested in a home that was paid for while working as a Porn Star.

All of this, was of course before the Armageddon Virus destroyed the World Banking System.

Once in a Blue Agave Moon: All Things Return to the One, chapter thirteen

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Imp Of The Perverse, Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone on March 31, 2017 by dreamlanddancing

 

Part Three

 

Jed was playing with Rebecca’s dog when Leigh-Anne called to him to come over to meet Chiana.

Mordecai was a mixture of Staffordshire Terrier, Blue Tick Hound, Mastiff, and American Pit Bull. He was at a stable weight of seventy six  pounds, and looked like he had been sculpted from sandstone.

Hanging by his jaws to a very thick piece of hawser, Jed hoisted Mordecai while he performed a series of perfect bicep curls, one after another as the dog growled ferociously and shook his  entire body like a fish being hoisted from the water.

Jed then began to slowly spin on a fixed axis as he steadily increased the speed of his spin as Mordecai, still orbiting around Jed held on even more stubbornly until the dog’s legs left the ground, thrown by centrifugal force upwards until he was parallel to the ground.

Hearing his name, he quickly slowed down to hear what  Leigh-Anne had to say, as both of them were already taking bold strides forward in Leigh-Anne’s direction as soon as the dog’s feet touched the ground.

Not waiting to have Leigh-Anne introduce them, Jed make a distinct point of being the first one to extend his hand to Chiana as his said: ‘Hello Chiana, my name is Jed. It is indeed a pleasure to finally meet you. Leigh-Anne says that you two knew each other, from years ago years after…well, let’s just say when people used to say…”back in the day”… and well, just  let it go at that….?”

His voice trailed off as he found himself staring into Chiana’s dark eyes while the faintest hint of a glint, or near a glimmer of a gleem began between them as it flashed on both of their faces, and it progressed from smile to grin that just ever so slightly relaxed as they both recognized what was passing between them, acknowledged its existence, and then lovingly pulled back, just to acknowledge their honorable intentions, and let it go.

They both pulled back as they shifted their weight sightly behind themselves until almost all of their entire weight rested on their right foot, resting on the ball, as if to feign some degree of suspicion, each turning their heads to an almost unnoticeable shift of the angle of their faces, like a dog watching television, puzzled.

And speaking  of dogs, it was about at that point when Mordecai jumped between them, but if they hadn’t known better, Jed and Chiana would have both sworn that it was in defense of Chiana, not Jed.

He even turned his back on Jed, as he very politely sat down and offered his paw to Chiana, tail wagging enthusiastically.

 

Chazz Vincent

03/30/2017

 

Once in a Blue Agave Moon: All Things Return to the One

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Chapter Thirteen, Part Two

Leigh-Anne was a nursing student when she and Elliott met. They were incredibly close for several years and were really crazy for each other, but oddly, neither one ever referred to the other as a “boyfriend” or “girlfriend”.

Recently divorced, she was still struggling with balancing her new-found independence vs. companionship and affection. Although they were well-matched in intellect, disposition, and sexual appetites, they always seemed to pair off with someone else from their circle of friends and lovers, only to eventually find themselves back in each other’s arms…or bed.

They both seemed afraid to become a “couple” because they never wanted to have to break up. Years later, Elliott admitted he was slightly intimidated by her.

He knew he had a tendency to engage in outrageous behaviors that usually would drive women out of his life, and it was clear that Leigh-Anne was not willing to be a victim again. More than once she had used Elliott as a “booty-call” if she suddenly found herself alone too late to call anyone else, and he was only too happy to oblige her.

She was bolder and more fearless than most at a time when Elliott had considered the adjective “shameless” to be a genuine compliment, but she seemed immune to infatuation and its concomitant crush, so they developed a deep a abiding friendship (with benefits) long before the term became en vogue, and neither of their significant others acknowledged or understood it.

Elliott knew she would not put up with the kind of bullshit to which he regularly subjected a number of the women in his life, (including Amy) and because he was afraid of loosing her, he could never “seal the deal” and commit, so one day she just walked back into and out of his life like a cool breeze.

Amy had already left Miami for parts unknown, and Leigh-Anne had just come back from an extended vacation. She dropped by, but suddenly apologized that she had only come by to see if she could in fact remain faithful to one man; since Elliott was her “litmus test”, she announced that she was going back out west to get married.

On a certain level, he was flattered, but he was far from pleased.

A few weeks later, he decided to go on the road with a reggae band and didn’t come back for almost eighteen months.

This was about six months after Jed had gotten married; Leigh-Anne was not invited to either the wedding or the reception, even though Elliott was, despite Patty’s objections.

Apparently, Jed put his foot down about inviting Elliott, his best friend, but at the expense of not inviting Leigh-Anne because Jed had made the mistake of admitting to his fiancée that he had “once” slept with her (which was a gross understatement, unless he meant “once upon a time”).

Elliott always believed she would be back someday. Now, years after he had given up on such a hopelessly romantic fantasy, it looked like they might at least have the chance to get some kind of closure…or….?

They lost touch with each other for several years, but he always thought…(perhaps hoped was a better word), that somehow they would get the chance to resolve this unfinished business between them.

Over the years, when they did meet, he learned that she had not only gotten her MSN, but had become quite successful, married well, and had raised her children.

Elliott sensed that the honeymoon was definitely over, but beyond that, he had no clue. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her husband; it was more a matter of being able to see beyond  being someone else’s ideal of the perfect wife, and NO ONE was going to tell her what she could or could not do, including visit “old boyfriends”.

Once her children were gone, she began to travel farther and farther from home for longer times more and more frequently…until the money disappeared.

She could have chosen to sequester herself in their desert home, which was paid for and very well appointed and supplied. She was already prepared for that.

She had experienced a few apocalyptic visions years before, when she and Elliott were close, and they had discussed “what if” almost as if they already knew that something would eventually happen, one way or another.

But when it did, and with a vengeance, safety and security no longer occupied her top priorities. Instead she saw it as an opportunity to experience something dangerous firsthand, as if the world was new again, and it was all happening for the first time.

She had witnessed some of the most dark nights of the soul that Elliott had ever experienced, but wasn’t that surprised hearing that Elliott seemed to have wrangled his way back into the catbird’s seat but had no idea what to expect when she got there.

Elliott had welcomed the leveling effect that the Armageddon Virus had on the world in many ways, and he believed that Leigh-Ann somehow had found a way to leave her comfort zone in style, with sense of class, and with power.

For the first time in over a decade however, he knew he would not feel like a bum when he was around her. They would be on level ground, eye-to-eye, but most importantly, neither one of them would be encumbered by any prohibitions by their significant others as to how far they would choose to take their familiarity and curiosity.

For the first time…ever.

Elliott figured it was probably best to assume that she would not be interested, act accordingly and let her take it to the next step, if that was what she wanted.

After all, that was essentially how it had worked between them from the start. And it would be a win/win no matter what the outcome.

Now that self-sufficiency was more valuable than money, she was self-empowered. But most importantly of all, he trusted her…he always had.

They were never a couple, never broke up per se and yet he knew he still felt more than a little sentimental about whatever it was that they had shared.

Elliott had always tried to be close with at least one nurse or doctor who for whatever reason, chose to take the less-traveled road thereby making themselves accessible to him when he might need them.

From injections to bullet wounds, the ones who weren’t afraid to break, or at least bend the rules seemed to gravitate to Elliott, who was regarded as a something of a fixer who could make things either appear, or disappear when needed, whose only regard for the laws of men was to not get caught.

Some people might be inclined to regard Elliott as opportunistic, but with his reckless judgement, he needed all the help he could get.

He used to consider the company of attorneys in much the same light, but ever since this New-Age Apocalypse had effectively rendered all laws null and void, attorneys were of little use, except as part of the food chain, or blood sport, unless they had somehow managed to leverage some sort of power, or something of perceived value, since few of them were especially adept at the sort of survival skills that determined REAL POWER in a world where wealth and privilege had evaporated overnight.

 

Chazz Vincent

03/30/2017

 

Once in a Blue Agave Moon: All Things Return to the One

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Mature Theme, Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone on March 31, 2017 by dreamlanddancing

 

Chapter Thirteen, part one

Our perception of Time, as invented by the Mind, completely distorts how we regard our world, and these inventions of our minds have enslaved us to both Regret and its corollary, Fear, but without  getting lost in the explanation, consider how pliant and variable it would have seemed in this situation.

While waiting in anticipation for the arrival of Jedidiah and his companions, Time seemed to be almost at a standstill, and yet if he had the luxury of a week to prepare himself he could not have possibly anticipated what he would see or the results of their arrival.

Einstein had correctly postulated that both Time and Space are curved, and the effects of Gravity and Velocity further distort what the Mind has led us to believe is fixed and constant, but that is a matter for another time and place if you will pardon the expression; it is mentioned here only as a prelude.

Twenty years is in most cases, is more or less one quarter of a human lifetime, barring the effects of stress, trauma, toxins, proper nutrition and maintenance, (or the lack thereof), yet it seems to pass in the twinkling of an eye.

Yet in terms of the evolution of Life on this planet, Man’s entire sentient existence of approximately fifty thousand years is minuscule, compared to the one hundred and seventy-five million years that dinosaurs ruled the earth, which is further dwarfed by the geological age of the Earth, which is much shorter than the age of Mars, or Jupiter, etc…by Ahhh! how I do digress….

They rode up on four very large, fully customized motorcycles and one sidecar with a dog in it.

The sound was deafening; with scavenger exhausts and no mufflers, by the time they finally shut down their engines the silence seemed to scream in protest.

As they got off their bikes, they all just stood there for more than a minute, as they surveyed each other. It really had been a long time, but as they stood there assessing each other, looking for the glimmers of recognition of each other, they all began to grin, shake their heads, and began to laugh before they rushed in on each other in an impromptu group hug.

They took turns hugging and kissing each other, laughing until they thought they would cry.

There was something about the way each of them looked to each other, having carried around a mental snapshot of each other that was twenty years old, what they now saw seemed to tell a story about each of them, crow’s feet, character lines, a few grey hairs and all.

Amy was the first to speak.

“Well, boss, you always said we would meet up again someday, and frankly, I thought you were full of shit, but by God, here we are again, and I’m damn glad you were right….”

Leigh-Anne broke in. “All it took was a complete melt-down of the entire world’s culture and infrastructure to do it…tell the truth, did you have anything to do with it, just to get us back in touch?”

Jed suddenly blurted out “Well, if I had known that was all it took, I probably would have done it myself.”

Rebel finally got off her bike and unleashed her dog in time to say “So what’s up, Doc?” She had accidentally given him the nickname “Doc” one day when they were getting very high together after he had finished a night shift in the ER.

She just blurted it out before she thought about Buggs Bunny’s signature phrase, and they had suddenly broken into hysterical laughter at the incongruity of it, which probably was not as funny as it seemed at the time, but the intravenous Demerol made it seem funny as fuck, and she decided right then and there that “Doc” would be her nickname for him because she hated the name Elliott and told him that the first time she met him.

Not to be outdone, whenever she called him Doc, he called her Lola, after Bugs Bunny’s girlfriend. Everybody else thought it was a reference to the Kink’s song by the same title, except him and her.

And yes, you really did have to be there to appreciate it…but that was the beauty of it…they both were there at the time, and it was  moment that transcended attempts to explain or re-create it later, but like a secret handshake or a password spoken between covert agents, that moment was their’s and their’s alone.

Amy was a little bit gaunt, and very tan. She had quite large, pendulous breasts that looked that much more impressive on her slender frame, despite her rather wide and squared shoulders. She looked like she had become something of an exercise queen because her skin was quite taught and her muscles rippled as she moved.

Then Elliot noticed the tattoos that covered most of Amy’s arms, that hinted at the fact that there were probably more elsewhere…and then it hit him like a slap to the face as Rebel walked up and put her arms around Amy’s waist…

That’s the connection! The tattoos! It was obvious that Amy was the link between Rebel and the rest of the group. He also sensed that they were very close friends, which, as he thought about it, made sense.

“Nice ink! Where did you get it done?”

“My shop.” Rebel said as she pulled Amy a little bit closer, and Amy winked at Elliott.

“We got to talking about crazy motherfuckers we had known…”  Rebel continued “…and loved…” interjected Amy “…  “…and guess who’s name came up?” They finished the sentence together, and broke into laughter.

Rebel went on in her slow, seductive drawl that seemed sometimes as if she would never finish her sentences. “We began to realize that we had a lot more in common than just tattoos…and your cock…” “…and Jed…” Amy added.

They were beginning to finish each other’s sentences, like Popeye’s nephews. Elliott realized that it was incredibly erotic just to imagine…they had shared more than a few women together over the years, and Amy sometimes used Elliott as bait to  “turn” a woman that hadn’t realized her bisexual urges…yet.

Amy was the prototype of the “genius waitress”. She spoke at least three languages fluently, held degrees in art history and anthropology, and while she was working on her degree in psychology, she either worked as a bartender or a waitress. She could, and often did just about anything that came her way as long as it paid well enough to let her follow her own star and dance to her own tune.

She originally came from a very affluent upper-middle-class family in North Miami Beach but became the black sheep about the time that she and Elliott fell in love and ran off together.

“My parents are probably turning over in their graves right now.” Amy confided. “…and not just about the tattoos, but then again, I never really wanted to be buried in a Jewish cemetery anyway.”

“Oh yeah…and that quote that I always thought was yours…” Rebel added.

“If I had it to do all over again, I’d do it all over you!” (This time, in unison, as they put their foreheads together and rubbed noses.)

Amy had not lost her gift for theatrics. She knew that Elliott would be unable to resist the two of them. It had been a characteristic defining feature of their relationship most of the time that the were dating or living together.

But Elliott had learned a thing or three over the years….

He was intensely aware of Chiana’s presence as she stood apart from the group, analyzing and assimilating the Gestalt of it. He knew that she would be determined not to be jealous or judgmental if she could help it, but he also knew that ignoring her the minute another woman…let alone two women wiggled their “charms” under his nose like a frog swimming in front of a bass would be monumentally insensitive and stupid, even by his standards.

“Look, Honey…remember Leigh-Anne? She came to visit us shortly after we moved to Lauderhill…Where are my manners? How are you?…I mean, considering the whole world nearly went down the drain two years ago…You look well…how long has it been since the last time the three of us were together?…”

Elliott was not immune to babbling like a fool when he felt awkward or stressed, and Chiana actually felt a little sorry for him, because she knew what he was trying to do because he cared deeply for her; because he was determined not to give her any excuses for feeling jealous or threatened, even though she already knew how hard it would be to not get overwhelmed by Amy and Rebel’s seductively strong tractor beam.

Leigh-Anne was less inclined to engage in theatrics of any kind, and infinitely more subtle in the process. Her strength was in her lack of pretense, and discretion. She had managed to enjoy a deeply passionate relationship with Elliott at times when both of them were (more or less) exclusively involved with other people.

She also recognized the fact that Elliott had matured more than even he realized, and appreciated that he didn’t just let Amy and Rebel steal the show before the curtain even opened, and she was genuinely glad to see that Elliott and Chiana were still together, and still in love.

She liked Chiana and had a feeling that they would probably bond in a way that would not create tension or discord between them. She was a very savvy businesswoman, and recognized that if this business venture was to succeed, they could not afford to let their first five minutes together turn into the “Hey Look at Me Show.”

Leigh-Anne had a mannerism that Elliott had found charming the first time he saw her do it. She would shift her weight from one foot to the other whether she was walking or standing still, and she would lead with her head as she did it, usually grinning and rolling her eyes.

Elliott was convinced she was not aware of it, because it at least appeared to be totally un-self consciously self-conscious.

As she sauntered up to Chiana she winked at her in a way that conveyed her understanding and empathy, almost ignoring Elliott in the process.

“Good to see you again, Chiana. Looks like you managed to figure out how to keep him happy and out of trouble. That’s certainly no easy task, and I’m glad to see that he finally realized that he needed somebody much better than himself to do it. You look well…is he behaving himself?”

 

“Most of the time…he wouldn’t be Elliott if he didn’t push the envelope, and then I would probably get bored if he got too predictable, although we both know that there is not much danger in that happening. I can’t tell you how glad I am to see that you are a part of this…whatever it is….”

“We’ll  talk later, after the children have gone to bed…I will tell you what my take on this is, and you can judge for yourself, but between Jed and Elliott’s talents and resources, I think that we can make this work.”

“I’ve never met Jed….”

“Well we need to correct that immediately! Jedidiah! Come over here and meet the only woman that could put up with the likes of Elliott for all these years.”

 

Chazz Vincent

03/30/2017

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