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teribst · 8 months

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Always Bitching

A STORY BY

MIKE

It had seemed like pulling teeth to get her out of the house and into the truck, but finally, we were on our way. Driving away from the rat race in LA to spend 30 days of nothing but sun and fun out on my 34-foot MacGregor sailboat. It was a fully self-contained sloop and would sleep 6 but in reality, it was most comfortable with 4.

It has a shallow draft centerboard that can be pulled up so that with the sails down and running on the little 40-horse diesel that also served as a generator it could handle 3 feet of water. That meant getting up close to if not up to shore.

My longtime girlfriend, Sandy, was in the passenger seat of my F350 and as always was grumpy and bitching. She didn't like the sun, she didn’t like my boat, she didn't like my truck that was brand new or going to Lake Mead. And so for the whole 3-hour trip, she let me know all about how miserable she was sure she would be.

We were about 75 miles outside of Vegas when I finally had enough and when we got to Las Vegas I drove right to Mcclarin Airport. Looking around she asked, “Where are we going?” I pulled up to the passenger unloading lane and without a word went to the back of the truck and pulled out her bag. As I was sitting it on the sidewalk she was looking at me like I had 3 heads “Mike, what are you doing?”

I opened the truck door and smiled as I said “I have listened to your whining and bitching long enough. Get the fuck out of my truck.” her mouth opened “Nope you and I are done. Go find some other dope that you can make miserable because it won’t be me anymore.” I took her by the arm and pulled her out giving her purse to her as I looked into her very beautiful and very confused face and said, “Holy fuck I’m glad I didn’t marry you.” I saw in the rearview mirror she was standing and staring after me as the truck pulled away.

A couple of days before I left LA I had called ahead to the marina. It had been about 2 months since I had been on the boat so I had asked them to get her ready. I had given them a grocery list as well as had them service everything on the boat. I was humming to myself as I put my bag and camera equipment into a cart provided to haul crap out to your boat. Out on the dock as I was passing it, I stuck my head into the marina store's door and smiled at the middle-aged blond behind the counter as she looked up “Hay Tina, am I all set?”

“Hi, Mike! She smiled, “Yup you're all set to go.”

“Do you want me to settle up now or when I come into refit?”

She waved her hand as she looked past me “When you come back will be fine. You alone this time?”

“Yes, it’s just me.”

She chuckled “Good thing my old man is around. I’d fill that empty boat seat for ya.”

Cregg Simms, her gruff old husband of 40 years stepped out from behind the counter “Ohh hell yes! Mike take her please!” He snorted as he laughed pointing out to the marina. “Mike, my boy, I had to pull her out and grease the tiller but other than that your boat is in fine shape.”

From the store, I pulled my little load behind me as I walked the short distance over to the Ranger station to check in. Only a fool went out to spend any time more than a day on Lake Mead without signing in. Because of the lake's massive size, it could take the Ranger Service days to find a lost or broken-down boat, making it one of the most dangerous lakes in the national park system. It was even recommended that some foodstuff, like Spam or something that could hold you over for a day or so be stored on your boat, and of course it goes without saying, there should be a working two-way radio.

It was 102* and the cool of the AC hit me like a slap in the face as the door to the ranger station hissed closed behind me. I looked at a map of the lake as I stepped up to the counter and as her head came up from her computer I found myself looking into eyes so blue they almost looked...well they were robin's egg blue. “Can I help you?” She smiled and her freckled face went from beautiful to stunningly beautiful.

“Um, oh hi um yes… I’m going to be out on the lake for a few days and wanted to check-in. My name is Mike King.” I watched her write it down on a piece of paper before getting up and moving to a dry-erase board.

“Going anywhere in particular?” She asked.

“Hole in the wall then wavy beach and from there I’m not sure.”

I watched her write King down in blue marker and draw a line out to a hole in the wall and then to the wavy beach as she asked “How many in your party?”

“Just me.”

And that made her turn and look at me, “And what kind of boat are you going to be on?”

“She is a McGregger 34, she is called The Friendship.”

Still looking at me she said “I have seen her. Nice boat, but a little big for one person.” And I knew she was sort of testing me thinking she would be out saving my life before the day was over.

I chuckled “When I bought her I had her set up to single hand.” I had tried so hard to not look at the full round boobs filling out her uniform shirt but now I did, taking them in as I looked at her name tag and went on “And Range Simms I thought I would sign up for a 4:30 pm call in with my location and a weather check.”

Moving back to her desk she smiled “Well then you're all set.” She tilted her head to the side a little letting her almost Lucy-red shoulder-length hair fall away from her face “You be safe.”

The rest of the afternoon I spent stowing my gear and what few clothes I had brought away. Then I spent some time checking the friendship out. She was still hooked to shore power and the AC hummed softly as I went through all of her working parts. I knew Mr. Simms had done a good job but it was still something I loved to do. By the time I was finished it was early evening and I was hungry. All I had eaten all day was jerky and my stomach was rumbling in protest as I walked to the marina restaurant. I had a pot roast plate with mashed potatoes and spinach followed by a big piece of cherry pie and coffee. It was still pretty early when I got into the big king-sized bed in the master birth and I don’t remember my head hitting the pillow.

It was just before daylight as I let her lines loose and with the diesel rumbling softly in her belly put my foot to her big beautiful butt and pushed her away from the dock. I backed the big boat out of her slip and it took a few minutes of winding through the marina before we got to the channel leading to the open lake. My heart was full because it felt great to be on the boat and when I turned the Friendship across the wind I watched the sails fill with a pop. With her sheets full of air she heeled over to the port and I took her out of gear but left the diesel running to keep the AC going. My heart sang as I sailed into the morning.

It was just past noon and the thermometer setting on the boat's dash next to the barometer said it was 101. The wind coming through the shade of the cockpit bimini top was fresh spray blowing back off the water making it seem a little cooler. I laughed to myself saying out loud “listen” because there was not a sound save the wind in the sails, the water lapping on the hull as we rushed through it, and the soft rumble of the diesel running in the big boat's belly. “No one has complained about a thing. Not one fucking thing!” I shook my head “How can anyone as smart and beautiful as she is, be such a complete bitch?” I smiled and still talking out loud to myself said “Well I know her boss Andy will be happy about the breakup.” I laughed, “He deserves her.”

As the wind freshened I let the boat have her head. She is by no means a fast boat but when the sails are full and she is running with the wind she is a blast to sail. It also meant that me and her made it to the cove called hole in the wall well before sunset. It's a popular place because it's a very well-protected cove and with 3 other boats already at anchor there I wasn’t going to be the only boat with her anchor lights on that night.

I had a couple of burgers on the small deck-mounted gas BBQ as I called into the ranger station to let them know where I was located. I felt a smile come to my lips as ranger Simm's voice confirmed my location.

I was thinking about not seeing a ring on her finger when my cell phone using my boat's internet hotspot went off.

“Hello.”

“Do you even care that I made it home safely?”

“Sure I do. But you're a big girl and I knew you would.”

“I can catch a flight out in the morning and come back.”

“No, when I put your cute ass out of the truck I didn’t mean for it to get back in it. Sandy, I can’t sand all of the griping and bitching anymore. God woman you were riding in the top-of-the-line brand new Ford truck and bitching about the color, how hard the seat was and you didn’t like the buttons to a dash. You will, I'm sure, make someone a great wife, just not me.”

The phone went dead.

With my second cup of coffee setting snug in its gimballed cup holder and the sky just showing its first sign of light I pushed the anchor up button. When I felt the boat start to drift I slipped her into gear and moving forward just made way enough to help the winch. The anchor clattered into its space shutting off and as the green light came on I added power. Not much, just enough to keep us straight into the early morning breeze as I let the winch on the mast pull out the mainsail. It was up and locked as I was just passing through the mouth of the coves inlet and I let the jib loose. Turning a few degrees to port the sails filled and as she heeled over I took her out of gear.

I picked up the 2-way microphone and gave my call sign “KA15125 Friendship calling Los Vegas Wash Ranger station for travel info and weather.”

Her voice came through the speakers and there were a whole bunch of numbers then “Las Vegas wash has you 5 by 5. This morning will be clear but thunderstorms are expected up lake late this afternoon. Over.”

“Thank you Las Vegas wash. Friendship is en route to Wavy. Over.”

“10-4 have a good morning. Vegas Wash out.”

I locked the wheel and went below, coming back a couple of minutes later with a bowl of Crunchy O’s. I sat watching the sun coming up over the bow of the boat enjoying the feeling of her power as she moved effortlessly through the water. The small wind-driven swell was nothing for the big girl and she showed almost no sign of role as we went, with me thinking about Ranger Simms and how she would look naked. I laughed out loud saying to no one “It sure looked like she had nice tits.” I sat the empty bowl on the small table next to me and picked up my camera for some first-light photos.

As the morning went on I was the only boat I could see. Lake Mead is massive and the last time I took this trip, it took 6 days of sailing to get from the bottom where I started to the top where the Colorado River runs into it. And so with 1000s of miles of shoreline, it wasn’t uncommon on a weekday to be the only boat seen. It also meant that with no one around I was sitting at the helm very naked and loving it.

Sailing is a kind of dance with the wind or could be likened to flying a glider airplane. The wind moving over the sail causes lift as it is pushed on just like the wing of a plane makes lift as the air passes over it only...well no it is like flying except that with every change of the wind or air it affects how the boat is pushed through the water. When I left the cove I had set us on a track east that I hoped would when I tacked back to the northwest would take us right into the mouth of Wavy. Navigating, using what little math skills I had, and following the plot on my lake chart was, at least for me, a very big part of the fun of sailing. We had sailed in a straight line for about 3 hours when according to my chart I needed to turn us. After coming about and everything was set back in place I pulled out my GPS. When I turned it on and followed our track I gave a hoot “WAHOOO!” The GPS showed I had nailed my time to turn and showed the track to Wavy was just like I had it plotted on the chart. And I did a little naked dance on the open deck in the cockpit of the boat.

Now with my mind back on sailing, I looked off to the northwest. The weather was building for sure and as always talking to myself I said “I think we will make it about an hour before any weather gets this far south.” Movement off the bow caught my eye. It was the 24-foot Boston Whaler Rangers boat out of Los Vegas wash and it was flying. The boat had 3 Black Max 200 horsepower Mercurys on its transom and as fast as it looked the boat was using all 600 of them. “WOW!” I muttered thinking it must have been running 65 or 70 miles per hour. I shook my head saying, “Wow!” again.

It was just after 4 pm by the time I got to Wavy and dropped the stern anchor. I let it drag until it hung in something and played out the line until the Friendship nosed softly into the sandy beach. The storm had moved south faster than I thought it would and as I tied a bow rope to a tree on the beach it started to rain. I looked up when I heard the 3 merc’s throttle down and turned just in time to see the Ranger boat coming down off plain. I watched with some interest as it moved to shore about 50 feet away from my boat. I was just thinking there was nothing to tie off over there when all 3 motors came to life and the big boat ran about half its length up into the soft sand. I turned back climbing aboard the friendship and was just sitting down under the cover of the canvas bimini top when the radio came to life. It was ranger Sims calling to tell them back at the ranger station where she was and that she would be staying over until the lake calmed.

I watched as she finished covering all of the electronics in the front half of the boat with a cover that I knew she would also use as a sort of tent. I picked up my 2-way microphone “Hi”

Her head came up “10” That was an alternate radio channel and I quickly changed to it.

“Yes.” She was looking at me.

“It's dry and I have coffee.”

She waved and I knew it was because everybody under the sun was listening to the radio. A moment later she hopped off her boat and with what looked to be a waterproof bag came walking through the rain to me. When she got to the boat she waded out into the waist-deep water to the ladder. Her wet but sand-free sandals came up over the side then her bag. A moment later her head popped up and her perfect smile with those amazing blue eyes greeted me, “Did you say coffee?”

“That I did.” I was pouring her a cup and looking at her in her soaking wet ranger shirt as she came up the ladder. Her shirt was tucked into her knee-length khaki walking shorts and her work gun was holstered and strapped around her slender hips. She was smiling as she stepped over the side and on board.

My brain spun as I thought to myself “Fuck me! Godman she is even more beautiful than I remembered. I wonder if there is anything in her head and if she bitches about everything she sees.” I handed her the warm cup, “Sugar or cream?”

“Nope and thanks.” She gave me a look “I was hoping you would be here. I stay out overnight a lot but it is nice when someone you know is close.”

“Well,” I waved my hand around in a grand gesture “Welcome aboard the Friendship. It’s always nice to have a guest.” I set about letting down the bimini’s clear plastic side windowed on the north side of the boat to stop the wind from blowing rain on us. I looked at her waterproof bag and nodded to the open hatch leading below and said, “If you want to get dry I have something you could put on.”

“I”m good. I have something in my bag if you don’t mind me going below.”

“Nope, not at all.”

It wasn’t 10 minutes and she was coming back up on deck in a T-shirt that was wet from her bra under it and dry walking shorts. She was finger-combing her wet red hair and smiled when I asked, “So how long have you been a Ranger?”

Looking at her beached boat she said “Most people ask why first. I had applied for and got a 4-year internship when I was in high school and came right to work when I got out of college.” She looked at me, “That's all I ever wanted to do really.” She shrugged, “The money is ok, but look at all of the fun I get to have and the things I get to do.”

I could hear in her voice she loved the work as she gave me a sideways look. “And why would a man be all alone out here on this beautiful boat? Are you running from something, or maybe someone?”

It was my turn to smile and I don’t know why but I told her about dumping Sandy at the airport. “I am as serious as a heart attack, she even griped that the soda I got from the ice chest was too cold.” I shrugged “I just had enough and so here I sit in the middle of nowhere in the rain with a cop.”

After an hour or so the wind really picked up and that's when it really started to rain and when the wind started to blow around the clear plastic curtain I said, “Look I know you're working, not working, kind of whatever it is you call it when you are caught in a storm, but it’s getting wet out here.” I pointed to the hatch leading below. “I got more coffee, Coke 0, some wine, and beer. I am also having Pork Chops for dinner,” I kind of gave her a sideways look “Your welcome if you have a mind to stay.”

She looked out into the storm and pointed at the 2-way radio, “May I?”

“Of course.” And as she called into the ranger station to let them know she was ok and taking shelter on the sailing sloop Friendship I went below.

When she came below she had a bleak look on her face. “The weatherman says this thing is growing and my not moving off from over us until 3 or 4 in the morning.” She looked around as she moved to sit on a high-backed stool kind of to the side of the gally part of the living quarters. “I told my dad you had this boat set up beautifully.” She blushed “Sorry my dad is Cregg Simms he owns the marina. Sometimes I do the leg work for him when we have a customer that wants us to outfit their boat. I did yours the other day and helped him loosen and grease the tiller.”

I smiled, “I’m glad you like her. She is for sure my pride and joy,” I looked at her. “I can see a little of your mom in you but nothing of your dad. I don’t know why the name didn’t click until you said something.”

“I never knew my real dad. He was killed doing some hocus pocus crap with the IRA in Ireland. Mom loaded me up and came over to America to get out of it. She met my dad when I was about 3.” I could see by the look in her eye she loved the old guy a lot. “You would never know I’m not out of his blood.”

As I cooked we talked of her being a ranger, and of me being a civil engineer and selling some of my photography here and there. We talked about just about anything until I said “You know why I’m out here and that I’m single, so are you, single I mean?

A slight smile came to her lips. “Yes, I”m...well, I just don’t date much.” She looked at me and said, “I guess my last date was when I was in high school.” She frowned “I’m not gay and I love sex so don’t go off thinking I’m,” She started to laugh “Well I guess maybe you could think it if you want to because I am a bit of a weirdo all right.”

“You like rummy?”

Her smile lit up the room “I’ll wax your ass.”

The boat moved from time to time in the wind and it seemed the storm must have dumped 10 inches of rain on us as we sat playing cards and talking about whatever came up. When I looked at the clock it was a little after midnight. “Am I going to get to know your first name or is it simply Ranger?”

I loved the way the corner of her mouth turned up in a slight smile. “Yes, I like it so Ranger will do.”

“Well then Ranger the front berth is clean and made up and you are welcome to it or the couch, you pick.”

I was sitting out on the deck in cut-off jeans shorts with a cup of coffee waiting for the sky to grow light when I heard the electric pump come on running water to what I assumed would be the forward head. It was a small wet room with the shower, toilet, and sink all built into the room, so if you showered everything got wet. It was also nice to have the toilet with its lid down to set on while washing up.

A few minutes later her smiling redhead came out of the hatch “Would you like your coffee warmed up?”

Handing her my cup I said, “That would be lovely.”

When she came back out on deck she handed me a freshly filled cup “Lovely isn’t a word most men might use.” She was smiling in the dim light given off by the mast's anchor light 45 feet above us.

“I’m not like most men.”

“So I have noticed.” She looked around “Mind if I call in?”

A few minutes later she sat with her coffee silently watching as with my camera on a tripod I took a couple of shots of the tailend of the passing storm in the morning light asa it was coming through the rigging. “How long have you been a picture taker?”

I chuckled “Long enough to know to not quit my day job. No, I really started when I was in JR high school. Once the bug bit me I was hooked. I made good money at it up until the whole digital thing and now with everyone having a better camera in their cell than I can afford to buy, well it’s mostly just for fun.”

“I’d like to see some of your work sometime.” She pointed to my cell phone laying on the helm's dash. “Let me see your phone.” I handed it to her and watched as she put her number in it. “I don’t know why but I like you.” She picked up her waterproof bag and hooked her holster over her shoulder as she moved to the deck rail “Where are you going from here?”

“I was thinking I might go up and stay a day or two at Sandbar.”

“Cool.”

I watched as she went down the ladder and dropped off into waist-deep water and realized I was more than a little unhappy to see her going “Do you need help getting the Whaler back out into the water?”

She turned and walked backward and said “Naa, the water is deep enough behind her that those monsters on the back will pull her out.” She turned back and walked to the boat and gave me a backward wave as she walked away “See you later.”

I watched as she used the big motors to pull off the beach and she stayed about 10 feet out as she Idled up behind the Friendship, “Keep it on 12.” she smiled “And just so you know I let you win last night.” She was laughing as she drove away.

I changed the channel on the 2 way to 12 and as she was going around the point. “Thanks,” came through the radio speakers.

It suddenly seemed very quiet as I got the bow line loose from around the tree. With it stowed away I let the winch pull us off the sand and as I drifted back on the anchor let the centerboard down. Then with the stern anchor stowed away, I turned the Friendship toward the entrance to Wavy Beach

The lake was still pretty rough after the storm the night before but the big heavy boat pushed right through the swells. We were under full sail and she was well-heeled over to the gumells with spray coming back off the bow. It was refreshing in the already hot morning as my mind wandered over the night before. I had to say that as much as I loved sailing the old girl it would have been more fun if someone was with me. Then I laughed “You dumb fuck she wouldn’t even tell you her first name. It sure as fuck wasn’t Ranger.”

By noon the lake had claimed to become its normal beautiful self and the Friendship was performing like the queen of the sea she was. With the wheel locked down, I had gone below and was just finishing making a baloney sandwich when my cell buzzed with a text. I didn’t look at it right away thinking it was you know who but when it went off again I picked it up looking at it. I was right, the first text was from her “I went out with Andy last night.”

I sent back “ : ) good for you. Maybe he will make you happy.”

I smiled looking at the caller ID for the next text. It read RANGER

“Too many people know my voice over the 2way. Want some company at SandBar?”

“I simply sent back “A rematch is called for so yes, please. ; )”

My whole day brightened with that text. I shook my head “She may be way out of your league old boy, and then she is a cop. How do you feel about that? What if you hooked up with her? What if she got hurt? How would it work with me living in LA and her up here for work.” And it was just about at this point of crazy in my head I heard it. I thought it was an airplane at first then looking around I spotted a yellow dot on the water that was getting bigger at a surprisingly fast rate of speed. I picked up my binoculars and looked.

It was a go fast or sometimes it was called a cigarette boat. And it looked to be every bit as long as the Friendship. “Wheewweee holy fuck that thing is flying!” As fast as it was coming to me I knew it was running well over 100mph.

I picked up my camera and started taking pictures of the beautiful yellow, and looking through the viewfinder of my zoom lens saw it was a red-trimmed boat. It was only minutes and the boat had covered the 10 or 15 miles that it had been away when I spotted it. It was well trimmed out and riding on its stern with what seemed to be nothing in the water but its props. I didn’t know much about motor boats but thought it beautiful as it blew past me, “Hi!” came through the 2 ways speaker, and rather than answer her I waved.

The Sandbar as it is known is a shallow piece of mountain that runs out in a peninsula from a rugged hillside. It turned into a sandy beach that disappeared into the lake for about a half mile before dropping off into some really deep water. It is well marked and yet it still gets to rip the bottom out of motor boats or the keels off of sailboats all the time. It is also a favorite place of the more open-minded lake people because it is so far from anything no one cares if you're nude or not. Well, no one really cares about nudity anywhere on the lake but Sandbar is a little more relaxed than most other places.

I was about a mile out when I started pulling in the sails and by the time I had everything stowed and put away I was only a few 100 yards from the hidden beach that lay under a couple of feet of water in most places. I saw the big go fast with its bow out to the lake and anchored so that its stern was only a couple of yards off the shore. Quickly pulling up the centerboard as I took the diesel out of gearl\ I let the Friendship nose her way into the sand.

Ranger was sitting on a short beach chair so the water was just about at her waist. My heart just about jumped out of my chest as I looked at her while letting the stern anchor loose. She was sitting in a T-shirt and shorts and my eyes were drawn to her like they were pulled by magnets. I was looking at her while stepping over the side, I missed the bottom rung of the boat's ladder. I think I made an “EEP!” Sound as I fell into the 4 feet deep water sputtering and spitting as I came up for air.

For her part, Ranger was laughing her ass off as I walked out of the water leaving any dignity I had behind in the lake, “You sure do know how to make an entrance!” She snorted as laughter took her over again. Her eyes searched my face and she chuckled “Are you hurt?”

“Just my pride.”

“I bought steaks, a couple of potatoes, and salad.” She was still chuckling, “I thought it would be my turn and I’d cook for you.”

“That sounds great!” I smiled “I don’t know what I am wanting most, to just sit next to you or to see your boat.”

She smiled standing up “Well I guess since you showed me yours I could show you mine.” her cheeks flushed “You can sit next to me after.” and when she looked at the big boat her face softened “That is Piggly Wiggly. I named her that because running like we did today she sucks diesel to the tune of 5 gallons per mile, and I do love to let her have her head.” We stepped up onto the swim platform as she went on “She is 48 feet long and has two 1400 horsepower cats that make her go.”

“1400 is a lot of ponies.”

She shook her head, chuckling as her hand came to my arm “Honey that’s 1400 each.”

As she took me through her boat I could see she was very proud of it, with its front V birth, small galley, and a potty. I was impressed that the cockpit had every button and dial there could be. Hell, she had a depth finder as well as a small radar. She ran her hand lovingly over the helm as she ended the tour with “She is this girl's dream. I worked my ass off to afford her. She was salvaged out and with my dad's help I had to almost completely refit her.” She pointed back to the beach “The water is cooler.”

We spent the afternoon talking about growing up, me in Texas and her in the marina. We found we had a lot in common with us both liking baseball but not so much football. She liked golf as did I and it just went on with us talking about everything. It seemed there was no filter as we became more and more relaxed with each other. She gave me a sideways look, “I wanted to thank you for not making a pass at me the other night.”

I grinned at her “The other night you were a woman that could use some help. What kind of an ass would try to take advantage of that.”

“Oh, I’d be willing to bet 99% of the guys I know would.”

“Maybe you just don’t know the right guy.”

Her eyes kind of searched my face “Do you think I know one now?”

“I hope so.” I felt myself frown “But you said you don’t date?”

“I did say that, didn't I.” She reached into the water coming up with a handful of sand and watched it as it trickled back from between her fingers. “I bet when dad told you we had to fix the tiller on your boat he said his boy helped didn’t he.”

It had been more of a statement than a question and it hit me like I was hit in the face “Shit are you a dude?”

She laughed a little softly “In no way shape or form.” She dropped the sand and rinsed her hand “I was born with an oversized clitoris. That's why dad calls me boy. I don’t think he did it to be mean when I was little, but with him it just kind of stuck.” She gave me that sideways look again “I’m not a hermaphrodite either. I’m one 100% woman.”

I had been sitting on the sandy bottom and leaning back on my elbows so the water was almost up to my neck. “Ok, so you know I have to ask, Ranger, how big is big?”

“Normal like now it’s about an inch long.” She sighed “But when I get excited it can get to be almost 3 inches.” she started to get up picking up her chair “And that's why I don’t date.” She started walking to her boat. “The one and only guy to ever see it fixed that.”

“Hay! Where are ya going? I thought you were cooking me a steak later.”

She stopped and turned to look at me and there was something new in her eyes as she asked “You don’t care that I’m deformed?” she looked down at her feet “And if you don’t count the use of toys a virgin.”

I got up and walked to her, putting my hands on her shoulders as I pretended to look her over. “I see two arms, two beautiful legs and I don’t see a 3rd blue eye” I chuckled. “And not that I looked but I’m pretty sure I only saw two boobs. So Ranger I’d say I see about the most perfect and beautiful woman I have ever seen.” I took her hand “Don’t judge me by what others do or say, just give me the chance to fuck things up by myself.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent in the water and when she looked at how low the sun was getting in the sky she asked if I was hungry. I hadn’t thought much of it but suddenly I was starving and said “Oh hell yes.”

She got up and went to her boat and once on board lifted an ice chest up onto the rail. “Come get this. I’m messing up your boat, not mine.”

As she sliced the potatoes she told me of her life with her dad who at one point had been a county sheriff and a drunk. “He got sober when I was umm…12 and he became a different man. So now we are close, in fact, I’m closer to him than mom.”

I told her about growing up on an 800-acre farm with the closest neighbor being 4 miles away. My life was uneventful and when I lost my parents I sold the farm and moved to LA. I felt the frown when it came, “It always pissed my dad off that I didn’t want to be a farmer.”

She smiled. “If you put the stakes on the grill they should be done just about the time they are.” She put the pan of potatoes and onions on my galley stove as she lit it. “I know you said you had some but I brought Wine.” She looked at me, “And beer.”

The food was perfect as was the company. We had just finished cleaning up when her hand came to my arm “Mike, am I staying over?”

“I would love it if you did, but Ranger I don’t want to pressure you.”

“I know that's why I want to. Let me go get my bag and when I get back I'll kick your ass at rummy again.”

Not long into the card game, her hand came across the table coming to rest on top of mine. “Mike I’m too excited and way too nervous to be any good at this.” She stood up pulling my hand with hers. I got up and let her pull me to the master's birth. In the small but nicely laid out bedroom, she pushed me back and down so I was sitting. Her eyes searched mine “I told you I only went on one date and I thought he was the one. It was when I took off my clothes he started to laugh. That’s how he left me standing naked and very hurt.” She hooked her finger in the bottom over her shirt saying “I want you to see me. I want you to see me as I am.”

As her shirt went over her head and her full round breasts with their nipples so pink they were almost skin color came into view, I didn’t really know I said it, “Holy fuck!” I looked at her face saying, “They are so... so perfect!”

I started to reach for her and she pushed my hand away “No.” I could see she was breathing a little hard. “Oh god, I’m really doing this!” Her thumbs went into the waistband of her shorts and with a downward push, they fell to her feet. She wasn’t wearing panties and as the shorts fell to the floor the hair on her mound came into view revealing that it was every bit as red as the hair on her head. I must have gasped because her hand went over her mound. I looked up at her “Oh please no! Never cover it. Fuck it’s simply perfect!”

A slight grin came to her lips as her hand moved a little shyly away and in the lamplight from the nightstand, I saw her lovely girl's lips were swollen and puffy and I saw that she was so wet it was leaking out onto her thighs. I slipped off the bed onto my knees saying “I want to see it.” I looked up into her eyes “Please.” She bit her bottom lip as her fingers went to her girl's lips and I watched as she slowly pulled them open. It was long and thick and full of blood so it was beautifully swollen. Without a word, I reached to her putting my hands on her hips and she stepped to me as I pulled, planting my face in the V between her legs. I moaned softly as the heat and smell of her sex took over my senses and with my eyes closed I pulled the rubbery clitoris between my lips and revealed in its softness thinking “My god even her clit is perfect!”

I was only there a moment when I pulled back. I had to have more and with my hand on her hips turned her pushing her back so that when her calves hit the bed she fell back onto her butt. I knew or thought I knew to go slow but her hands came to the back of my head pulling me to her as her legs went around me. She moaned “Oh yes!” As I sucked her back between my lips. I was only there for a moment, but I wanted her nectar and slipped down so I could dive my tongue into her, stabbing her over and over as she lay gasping for air. I moved up, taking her now fully swollen clit in my mouth and sucked it. “Oh HUH HUH!” Her butt pushed up into my face “Aaaaa!” She came in one long push then it was suddenly like a jackhammer pounding into my face as I sucked her to another mind-numbing climax. “OH, in me. I wan, ohhh I want it umm AAAA in...mmMeeee.”

With my shorts pushed down around my knees I wasn’t going anywhere even if I wanted to and with her legs still around me it made it even more difficult to get my steel hard up to her opening, but I did. The second she felt the tip at her opening she was pulling me in with her strong thighs, her hands pulling my head so my lips found hers. I smiled saying “Yes but...um easy honey I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Umph.Oh, fuck push! Ohh yes I want it, Ohhh yesssss!” I pushed as she pulled until she cried out “Oh my god you must be in my womb! AAAaaaaa fuck yes, oh oh oh god oh yes fuck me push it ohhhh!”

I moaned “I’m gonna cum.”

I thought she would let go but her eyes met mine “Oh yes. I want that! I want to feel it!”

“Oh god I, I'm!” Her eyes got big as plates and she cried out “I feel it oh, it’s so hot! Oh, fuck yes OHGGAaaaaaa!”

As I grew soft in her I sort of pulled her over on me and we both kind of collapsed together. Her lips came to mine and she was crying as her fingers ran over my face. I wiped her tears “Why are you crying? Oh shit! Did I hurt you?”

She laughed “No, not at all it was perfect!”

We both moved around so we were more on the bed and I pulled her into my arms. It was late and still holding her I flipped off the light. It was a few minutes before she whispered “Mike it was all I ever dreamed it would be.”

“You make it sound like I won’t be doing it again.”

She sort of lifted up moving more on me and I could see her face above mine in the dim light of the galley “You mean you want to do it with me more? I thought, well I just thought…”

“Oh, you silly, silly girl. I think you're going to have a hard time getting rid of me.” I put my hand on her hip pushing “Here move over me.” When she was straddling I said, “Lift up.” And I put the tip of my again erect cock at her opening. She quickly figured it out and slid slowly down on me.

“Oh mike it's pushing, it’s so deep, I mean how long is it.”

I smiled to myself “Just under 10 inches.”

She moved slowly, letting herself adjust to my length and girth. “I thought you were all the way in me but you weren't. Were you?”

“No, I didn’t want to hurt you.”

She leaned forward on her hands, her red hair falling so it covered her face in the shadows as she moved very slowly on me. When her pubic mound found mine she let out a soft sigh “I think you have a problem.”

I felt her insides trembling “I do?”

She moved a little up then down grinding that beautiful big clit into me “Oh HUh huh umm. Oh God Aaaaa.” She jackhammered her mound into mine as she came, then she froze. “I, I can't move because if I do I’m going to cum again and if that happens I won’t want to let you go.”

I pushed up into her. “You might not have a choice about who is doing the moving on who.”

“Oh fuck Mike OH FUCK! Ungaasshit!” her lips found Mine “Cum for me! Oh honey I want to hoooo shit AAAaaaa!” As she came I pumped up into her pushing in as deeply as I could as my seed jetted into her belly “OH, OH YES OH!”

I took her hand. “Come on, let's go out to the swim platform and shower.”

We were both sticky with cum and sweat as we padded naked through the boat. The night air was perfect and the water pumped from the lake while cool was not cold at all. We took our time washing each other, tickling, and playing. Back on deck, I got a couple of fluffy white towels and without talking we stood in the middle of the cockpit drying each other. With her towel between us, she pressed herself into me as her hands came to my face. When her lips found mine they were not demanding but so very soft and warm. She put her head on my shoulder softly saying. “How can I feel like this? Shit man, I have only known you for a hot second but it seems like all my life.” her lips found my neck and she nipped it before moving away.

“I feel the same way. It is crazy but I think the good lord made you just for me.”

“Kim.” She moved so her teeth found my bottom lip and nipped at it pulling on it “My name is Kim.”

Kim in nothing but a T-shirt stood by the Friendships Helm looking at the ship's clock and the sky. “I have to work tomorrow and It’s getting late. I was sitting on the high captain's chair and she stepped to me “If I leave now I won’t have to push it so hard to get back to the wash before dark.” She moved to me bending so her face got really close to mine “I’ll leave my ice chest so I know you will have to find me to give it back.”

I grinned at her “Oh me finding you will be about the last thing you need to worry about.”

It of course took me 2 days to get back to the marina. It was the first time since I bought the Friendship that I had wished she wasn’t so slow.

We text constantly, nothing too serious, just silly little thoughts, and when I came around the end of the breakwater I saw her walk out of the ranger office on shore. By the time I made the turn she was standing on the finger of my slip when I eased the Friendship to a stop. I went forward and tossed her the bow line and as she made it secure I got the stern line all secure. There were a number of people around, fishermen, and other boaters staying on their boats,s and Kim coming down to meet my boat really was pretty unusual. When I stepped through the gate in the handrail she said loud enough for anyone to hear, “I’m here about the chest you found and the contents you called in about.”

I smiled “Ok it’s below if you would like to come to take a look at it.”

The second we were below deck and in the cool of the AC Kim turned and was instantly in my arms. Her lips were trembling as they met mine, then she stepped back looking at me, “I really don’t like not being with you.” She stepped back and shook her hair as she started for the hatch “I’m off at 5 but need to go home and change. Meet me at the Fog Horn and you sir are buying me dinner, umm...about 8.”

“Deal,'' I smiled.

I made a mad dash into Las Vegas and was back but about 6 pm. A quick shower and shave and at about 7:30 a text. “I’m here, so hurry.”

I instantly spotted that red hair and smiled seeing Kim. She was standing by the pool table talking to several men and women. She was wearing a yellow knee-length strapless summer dress with 3-inch wedge-style slingbacks and looked simply perfect. Her face broke into a smile when she saw me and said something as she walked away from them. There was no hesitation in it when she got to me and she leaned in giving me a kiss. She chuckled as she hooked her arm in mine. “That will start some tongues wagging.” She pointed to a table in the corner with a great view of the marina below. “I hope you don’t mind but I had them set this up for us.”

Looking around the room as I pulled the chair out for Kim I saw almost everyone in the place was looking at us. “It would seem the locals are either restless or very nosey.”

She smiled, “Nosey.” her smile turned into a grin “Pull your chair over close to me.”

I had hardly sat when the waitress was standing next to me. I could see in her eyes she wanted to know what was going on as she asked “Would you like something from the bar?”

Looking at me Kim put her hand on top of mine, “I’d like a Budweiser.” She looked at me and I said, “I’ll take the same.”

The waitress walked away and Kim looked at me. “It’s ok. This is a small town and everyone in it knows I don’t date so this is quite an event for them.” She shrugged, “It's a small community out here and everyone wants to know what everyone is doing.”

The waitress came back with our beers and smiled as she sat them down, “Here ya go. Do you need more time or do you know what you want?”

I looked at Kim “You order and I’ll have what you have. You know the food here and I don’t have a clue.”

Kim, still smiling, asked “Do you like shrimp?”

“Yes, I love them.”

She got a funny expression as she looked at the waitress “Brandy this is my boyfriend Mike and we will have the 12 piece shrimp combo and you tell Kent to cook them done or I’ll kick his skinny ass.” as Brandy walked away Kim very softly said, “Watch this.”

First, this Brandy went to the kitchen and the cook looked at us with a frown. Then she went to the bar and it was like a match had been struck in the place as suddenly everyone in the room was whispering and sneaking looks at us. “Honey I was going to wait until after dinner to do this.” I looked around at everyone still kind of staring as I pulled the ring from my pocket.” Ranger Kim, will you marry me?” I lifted her left hand and she started to giggle in a very girly way, nodding her head and as I pushed the ring on as she whispered, “yes.”

You could have heard a pin drop in the room and I stood up “Ladies and Gentlemen.” I looked down at a very pink-faced Kim. “She said yes.”

And the room exploded in laughter and applause.

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Carolina's Journal Log 5:

We got an early start this morning to head up to the Valley of the Hidden Dinosaur. Rosedawn and I were careful as we headed up the slope to the Valley's entrance. We nearly slipped a couple of times, the ice hidden under the snow nearly causing some real trouble for us. The icicles in the narrow pathway have doubled since I was last here, and a few looked a bit too close to snapping off and falling.

We took the... probably not up-to-date elevator down into the valley. With the ice and snow, we didn't want to risk going down the cliffside. I'm pretty sure that that entire elevator set is an OSHA violation in and of itself. Nevertheless, we began heading for Nic Stoneground's camp, wondering whether or not the entire place had been covered in snow. The fog usually choking the valley was, weirdly enough, gone. It was quite odd seeing the valley without the fog, and it all looks... smaller without the fog. Nic Stoneground's camp was intact, so we continued on our way through the Valley.

Rosedawn and I traveled up to the Valley of Frozen Mist, not a single wisp of fog in sight. While walking through the Valley of Frozen Mist, we came across a large, frozen tree. It reminds me of a Life Warden tree, though visibly somewhat smaller. Perhaps it was young when the Valley first froze over and never got to reach its full size? Maybe Nic Stoneground or Professor Einstein know something more about that

We headed back to Valedale, wanting to avoid any frostbite and/or hypothermia. Our next stop was Mistfall, so we'd have to pass through Firgrove. We could always take the usual route of the trail past the mill or head through the Hollow Woods and then over the bridge, or, we could have some fun. Of course, we chose the second option. We slipped and slid down the frozen Silversong River, avoiding crashing into any snowbanks along the way, thankfully.

We got off the ice and headed to Starshine Ranch. This part of Firgrove looked just as beautiful in the snow as the area in and around the main village. Starshine Ranch looked like it was plucked straight out of a Hallmark holiday movie. People were still barrel racing and going about their normal days, something that was a bit ironic, seeing as Western riding wasn't usually in snowy areas.

Leaving Starshine Ranch, Rosedawn and I headed through the pathway to Mistfall. As we continued heading to Dundull, we found ourselves running into one main trouble. We were passing beneath a large pine tree, and that's when it hit. And 'it' was a massive drop of snow. We made it out unscathed, though it truly felt like that scene from Bambi. Nearly lost my hat too.

The snow now mostly banished from our attire, we made the final leg of the trip to Dundull. We paused to briefly speak with Sigry and Rania, asking how Dundull was doing. Dundull had encountered relatively similar events to this before, so they were prepared for the blizzard.

I grabbed some tea at a nearby café before we continued on our way. The foxes at Kit's fox kennel were all playing in the snow. One was running around in circles around one of the small shelters, while another was just sitting, surrounded by snow. Not sure which one I relate to more.

Leaving Dundull, we traveled toward the nearby Jorvik Rangers station. We walked through the snow, everything coated in white. Arriving at the station, I spoke briefly with Alonso. I considered asking about his horse's now red-burgundy-like mane and tail. Whatever floats your boat, I guess.

Traveling up to a ledge on the mountainside, we looked at the snow-covered Dundull in the distance. This place is beautiful. Our next stop was actually back home in Redwood Point. I'll have to come up to this spot more often, it's quite peaceful.

Traveling through the brush on the path into the Wildwoods was definitely tedious. Nevertheless, we made it through without any snags. Brambles or otherwise. As we crossed the stone bridge over the gap toward Redwood Point, we made sure to stay at a slow pace, wanting to avoid slipping and falling.

Finally, after a few days away, we made it home. The towering redwoods were all dusted in snow, and so were all of the bushes and grasses covering the ground. I took Rosedawn into the stable, planning to get her cleaned up and groomed before taking a nap myself. Some hot chocolate sounds nice.

#long post #star stable spoilers #sso spoilers #just in case #ssoblr #star stable #star stable online #horse: rosedawn #arrow's typewriter

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41 | Green Smoke

Pairing: Tokyo Revengers x Fem!Reader

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FLASHBACK ~ TWO WEEKS AGO

WAKASA’S P.O.V.

While Y/N and I go off looking for supplies in the stadium, I hear some other voice and peer around a corner to see if it’s Senju and Takeomi.

“Shit,” I whisper to myself when I look back. I can’t tell if whoever is there saw me or not.

“What?! Are they okay?” Y/N asks, thinking it’s the two siblings.

“No, it’s not them, Y/N,” I shake my head as I grab onto her shoulder roughly. Though I don’t mean to hurt her, I can feel the tips of my fingers press into her skin.

“Jesus, you’re fucking hurting me, Wakasa. What’s crawled up your ass? Let’s just go back the way we came!” she shouts, not fully processing what I just told her until she hears the voices call out to us.

“Hey, who’s there!”

“We gotta go,” I tell her worriedly, grabbing onto her hand and tugging her along as I run the opposite way. However, because of her injury she’s having a hard time keeping up.

“Don’t you have a gun or something?” she breathes heavily. “We can just kill them and then-“

“No, Y/N, I don’t! And your foot is fucked. Can’t you run any faster than this?!” I accidentally snap.

Y/N looks down at the blood seeping through her bandages. And as though just thinking about it made her even worse, she suddenly rolls her ankle and falls flat to the ground.

“Goddammit, Y/N,” I grumble, pissed off that we’re just so close. “The fucking exit is right there.”

My brain races a marathon as I try to figure out what to do. At the rate we were just going, we’ll be dead in less than a minute.

“You’re so fucking annoying, you know that?” I shake my head as I reach down and grab her by her good leg. She looks so confused as I drag her around a nearby wall, keeping us safe for another minute or two. “Can you even follow a simple set of directions?”

At this point, Y/N seems to have given up. She’s taking all her anger out on me, yelling at me to just leave when we both know it’s not that simple.

I shove a few napkins from a nearby container into her mouth and place my foot on top of her ankle, crushing her leg. The poor girl tries so hard to keep from screaming as tears stream down her cheeks.

“Don’t be pathetic. I’ll distract them for you. Crawl away, Y/N, or you’re fucking dead.” I say to her, unable to even look at her. I shouldn’t have done what I just did to her, but I can’t go back now.

With a sigh, I walk off and turn back around the same corner we had just come from.

“Hey! You there! Get your fucking hands up!” two men shout as they race towards me.

Apparently, I don’t get my hands up fast enough, and one of them- the one I now know as Inupi- shoots. However, that asshole misses my body and shoots me in the center of my hand.

“Fuck,” I groan as I drop down to my knees, using my other hand to stop the bleeding. Luckily, the bullet didn’t go back out the other side of my hand.

“Ah, shit,” Inui freaks out as he rushes to my side and kneels down beside me. “Damn, I’m really sorry. You’re not dead, right?”

“Fucking idiot,” Koko shakes his head as he stands behind Inui. “He’s not going to die from a hand injury.”

“He’s not?” Inui looks at me curiously.

“Don’t think so,” Koko shrugs as he bends over, getting way too close to me.

“Fuck you,” I spit at him. Without really thinking about it, I then ball up my good hand in a fist and punch Koko square in the face.

“Shit!” Koko gasps as he stands up and takes a step back.

“What- what was that for? He wasn’t the one who-“

“Dammit, Inupi, see what happens when you show ‘em mercy?” Koko grumbles as he wipes the blood leaking from his nose.

Just then, I notice Senju and Akashi approaching from behind them. Senju makes her way past with the gun she had stolen from Y/N. Akashi then bends down and wraps my hand with a roll of toilet paper he had happened to collect.

“You two!” Senju then shouts at Inupi and Kokonoi, “You’re fuckin’ coming with us.”

The next thing I know, I’m waking up in the ranger’s station with sunlight pouring in through the windows. I can hear Senju whispering about something and the smell of day-old instant coffee.

When I sit up, I see the same two assholes who shot me in the hand still nearby.

“Jesus, what the fuck are they still doing here?” I curse as I remember the pain in my hand. And as I look down, I see a whole lot of yellow and blue where I shouldn’t be.

“They’re stayin’ for a while,” Senju tells you. “They need the food and it’s a good spot to hunt. We could use the extra arms.”

“So we kill ‘em and get their arms. Why do they need to still be alive?” I scoff.

“Why do you?” Kokonoi rolls his eyes.

I glare at him as I swing my legs over the side of the couch I was sleeping on before looking over at Akashi. “Is my hand going to be alright?” I then ask. “Cause I’m going to need two to strangle him.”

“Well, uh, it’s infected,” Akashi responds nervously.

“So isn’t there some medicine or something we can do to help with that?” I ask.

“I’ve been keeping it as clean as I can but there’s no medicine ‘round here to help with that,” he continues.

“No medicine for a fucking infection in a ranger’s station, what the hell?” I grumble.

“Shoulda killed the crappy ranger,” Kokonoi scoffs.

“You could say that again,” I nod in agreement before realizing what I had just done. There’s no way I’m going to let Senju and Akashi keep these two fools around after they just shot off my hand.

But must to my dissatisfaction, Inui and Koko stick around. A couple of days pass and my hand has only gotten worse. The whole thing has blown up like a balloon and my fingers are starting to turn black. Even though Akashi’s real careful about his words, I know it’s bad.

“Be honest with me,” I say to him one time as he’s changing the bandages, “What’re we gonna do about this? It’s only getting worse, yeah?”

“Well there is a chance that the infection could spread up your arm and other parts of your body…” he begins before pausing. He’s not enjoying where this conversation is headed.

“Stop sugarcoating it and tell me the truth. You wanna cut it off or what?” I then ask.

Akashi hands his head down and shakes it softly. “No. I don’t want to. But I think it might be out only-"

“No,” Senju chimes in just as she walks through the door and overhears her brother. “You’re not amputating shit! He is going to die without his hand!”

“He’s going to die with it!” Akashi snaps suddenly. Finally, the truth comes out.

The two of them look at me, waiting to see my opinion. “There’s nothing else we can do, right?” I ask him.

“No,” he hums sadly. “I’m sorry.”

“Then I’ll do it. I rather lose my hand than my life.”

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laresearchette · 1 year

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Thursday, March 02, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: SPOONFUL OF SUGAR (Shudder) THE FLIPPING EL MOUSSAS (HGTV Canada) 9:00pm ALASKA DAILY (CTV) 10:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT DRAGONS: THE NINE REALMS (TBD - YTV) MY DIARY OF LIES (TBD - Lifetime Canada)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

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NETFLIX CANADA FRAMED! A SICILIAN MURDER MYSTERY (Season 2) KARATE SHEEP MASAMEER COUNTY (Season 2) MONIQUE OLIVIER: ACCESSORY TO EVIL SEX/LIFE (Season 2) SPACE JAM: A NEW LEGACY

MLB BASEBALL (TSN/TSN3) 12:00pm: Phillies vs. Red Sox (SN) 1:00pm: Pirates vs. Jays

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 7:00pm: Sabres vs. Bruins (TSN5) 7:00pm: Sens vs. Rangers (TSN4/SNWest) 9:00pm: Leafs vs. Flames (SNPacific) 10:00pm: Wild vs. Canucks (TSN2) 10:30pm: Habs vs. Kings

NBA BASKETBALL (SN1) 7:30pm: Raptors vs. Wizards (TSN/TSN5) 7:30pm: 76ers vs. Mavericks (SN1/SNEast/SNOntario) 10:00pm: Clippers vs. Warriors

CANADA'S ULTIMATE CHALLENGE (CBC) 8:00pm: Pairs compete in the Handcar Hustle at Carcross Station; teams Bridge Build and Supply Carry above the Yukon River; and finally the solo Fat Tire Desert Bike Race. A Player Shuffle surprises everyone.

TRIGGER POINT (CBC) 9:00pm: Lana struggles to cope with the dangers of her job, but finds support in her budding relationship with Karl.

THE GREAT POTTERY THROW DOWN (Makeful) 9:00pm: It’s Raku week and the potters are asked to make a Japanese-inspired tea set and then to take on a hand-pulling task. Ceramicist Florian Gadsby joins the judges to assess their efforts and eliminate a contestant.

LEGO MASTERS AUSTRALIA (Discovery Canada) 10:00pm: In the first challenge, teams must create an entirely new creature by blending the DNA of two existing animals. In the second, each team must fill a segment of a space shuttle with a minifigure scale build to survive elimination.

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ramrodd · 1 year

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How can the essays of George Orwell be used to develop critical thinking about current events and issues?

COMMENTARY:

You can begin with the opening sentence: “The clock struck 13” is like the opening sentence of “The Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock:

“Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table”

In terms of your experience of the narrative of 1984, the first sentence of 1984 is like the door in Revelation 4.2 and the mirror in “Through the Looking Glass”. If read that line and close your eyes, maybe spark a doobie and play the opening theme of “Twilight Zone”, defines the phenomenal reality of the narrative.

What you just read is an example of literary analysis as performance art.

If you go through 1984, you will find a trail of these cultural artifacts of the characters in the novel, like bread crumbs, leading your forward. Dagny Taggart has a similar role in Atlas Shrugged, dragging you by your dick, forward, into the inevitable submission to the superior intellect of John Galt, who talks the same shit as the Unibomber’s manifesto. With Dagny, who leaves a lingering bouquet of Chanel no. 5 and sex, she is the bait in Ayn Rand’s Venus Fly Trap.

The conceit in English letters is to conceive a narrative as compelling as scripture using different literary mechanisms

And, when it comes to critical thinking, Hegel comes in handy for his mathematical clarity and simplicity. Especially when you include the 4th law of logic in your outline.

Prufrock is setting out for the clubs in Top Hat and Tails, as one does. The cultural perspective defines The Great Gatsby. This is what was referred to as “The Swells” in the America of “It’s a Wonderful Life” Only, J. Alfred is an American in Oxford. You can hear the twang of James Whitcomb Riley in The Hollow Men, but T.S. Eliot is channeling the young Prince Edward, getting ready to Top Cat his way around The Strand.

Hegel and Kant make it easy and fun to do. And, as a commercial process, a capitalist tool. If you are invested in “originalism” of the Barr Decision, Kant anticipates George Washington as a Deist and Hegel reflects von Steubin’’s influence on the Just War Doctrine of the US Army War College and the command and organizational processes of the Command and General Staff College and US Army Ranger School. Ayn Rand and Robert Heinlein shared the first Prometheus Award in their particular category, the difference being that Robert Heinlein’s version of the future is informed by Kant and Hegel and captured by Starship Troopers as they tie into Arthur Clarke’s 2001: A Space Odyssey, while Ayn Rand, like Newt Gingrich, trying to re-write the Bolshevik Revolution. Like Major Trainwreck Greene, the Whites would have won if she had been in charge.

I’m an Army brat. The idea of the clock striking 13 would have happened on Armed Forces Network in Germany in 1956, when Newt Gingrich and I were stationed in Stuttgart at the same time. Just after Sputnik. Sputnik totally freaked the Army community out. There were still a lot of POWs from the Philippines in the Army community as a particular point of price of service. They’d been there, done that after Pearl Harbor and the entire community shuddered.

The US Army community is a socialist society by constitutional necessity, so the socialism of the novel seemed familiar. I was too young to understand the betrayal: that would happen for me in Vietnam. But from my experience, socialism is nurturing and enabling and encouraging one to be all one could be.

I’ve had many meetings at 1300 hours ever since i lived in Germany. In 1956, the US Army community was prepared to snatch the women and children back to the states in 24 hours during the Hungarian Revolution. So, the idea that there was a war going on just over the horizon, which informs 1984, was a fact of my life.

I understood perfectly the evil George Orwell was getting at and I agreed with him. An important role that Critical Race Theory is how damaging evil is and how to fix the damage and renew the culture using capitalism.

You can do exactly the same thing with Atlas Shrugged as 1984. George Orwell was trying to warn the world about people who thought like Ayn Rand and William F. Buckley. Ayn Rand and William F. Buckley are exactly like the unfaithful servants in the Parable of the Vineyard. 1984 is about a country run by people like Ayn Rand and William F. Buckley. There is an actual, real time, connection between William F. Buckley’s campus marketing strategy for the 1960 agenda of the John Birch Society, the January 6 Conspiracy and the vast right wing conspiracy Hillary Clinton correctly identified in February 1993 that would drive Vince Foster to suicide,

Who is John Galt? Ayn Rand’s essential model of class room instruction is to beat you into submission and that was the first of 500 pages of similar abuse. John Galt is a perfect metaphor for William F. Buckley’s political objectives consistent with the John Birch Society in that they are so loathsome that they can vever be successful in polite society, much less the rational self-interests of Biden votes. John Galt has to do all his politics from subversion, sedition, sabotage and constitutional deconstruction.

George Orwell was waning America about the potential for the January 6 lynch mob to erupt into view and blow up America. Beginning at 1300 hours on January 6, 2021.

It’s critical thinking, every step of the way.

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The World Of Ice And Fire: The Giants (Revised 11/18/22)

Warning, Spoilers Ahead…

The chapters are written from Yandel’s perspective, and he explains some of his information may be truth, or myth, or a mix of the two. In essence, we have an unreliable narrator. Unreliable narration applies to real-world history as well. A common saying is “history is written by the winners” along with historians who have their own personal biases. Along with events that happened so long ago we can only estimate what occurred using surviving evidence.

The unreliable narration allows GRRM wriggle room in future stories if he decides to change the events in the world book.

Back to the book…

The Dawn Age:

The Maesters obtained the small amount of knowledge from the “oldest of texts: the tales written down by the Andals, the Valyrians, and by the Ghiscari, and even by those distant people of fabled Asshai”.

Yandel notes these are ancient races but would still be considered children during the Dawn Age. Primary sources – very slim pickings.

“The eastern lands were awash with many people” but Westeros only had two: The Children of the Forest and the giants.

No one has collected the legends or histories of the giants. The Wildings claim the giants and the Children of the Forest lived (uneasily) alongside each other. The giants are simple, huge, and powerful hunter-gatherers. Night’s Watch rangers state the giants are covered in fur. They were 12 to 14 feet tall, and did not make clothes, homes, or weapons. The gaints appearance seem to resemble Yetis or Sasquatches. The television show removed the fur and gave the giants a ridged face with a shape that reminded me of a Neanderthal.

The last known report of giants occurred during the early years of Aegon V (Egg). Maester Aemon (Egg’s brother, stationed in the Night’s Watch) found numerous reports of rangers’ encounters with giants and the Children of the Forest.

Are Aemon’s findings the “last known reports” or does Ser Duncan the Tall get to fight a giant when he heads North? There are two possible times Duncan could fight a giant in the timeline: the first when Dunk & Egg interact with the She-Wolves of Winterfell and the second when he escorts Maester Aemon and Bloodraven to the Wall. I want this fight to happen so we can see Dunk’s reaction to being the tiny one in a brawl.

The most notable account is from Redwyn, a Night’s Watch ranger during the reign of King Dorren Stark. He recounts traveling from Lorn Point to the Frozen Shore and claims to battle giants and encounter the Children of the Forest.

Dorren pre-dates the Stark Lineage listed in the book so Redwyn’s encounter with giants would have been well over two hundred years ago.

A Maester Kennet is mentioned. He served Winterfell under Cregan Stark. He’s most known for studying the barrow fields, graves, and tombs of the North.

Was Kennet researching Northern burial practices or was he searching for signs of magic in the Stark tombs and the barrow fields of the Dustins?

Yandel believes the giants are extinct – even beyond the Wall. The readers know that is untrue. Tormund and other wildings have encountered giants in the present day. It’s been since the release of A Dance With Dragons since I’ve done a re-read of the series but If I remember correctly, the Wildings stated the giants were near extinction. Mag the Mighty, King of the Giants, died battling Donal Nye during the Attack on the Wall and Wun Wun tore the Stormlands knight (Justin Massey?) apart in the aftermath of the mutiny. I think those are the only two named giants in the main series.

The television series had the same giants. They were wearing clothes and were rather hairy, but no fur. Fur wouldn’t be bad thing to have if you lived North of the Wall!

The Night King had giants in his army but they were walking corpses. Love Lyanna Mormont, still don’t believe she could kill a giant.

A Maester Kennet is mentioned. He served Winterfell under Cregan Stark. He’s most known for studying the barrow fields, graves, and tombs of the North.

Was Kennet researching Northern burial practices or was he searching for signs of magic in the Stark tombs and the barrow fields of the Dustins?

Up next, the Children of the Forest.

#ASOIAF #Game Of Thrones #The World Of Ice And Fire #Giants #A Song Of Ice And Fire #GOT #TWOIAF #Ser Duncan the Tall

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Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

The wind is an audible creature, scraping along the sides of his audials and burrowing itself into his processor. His inbox is bristling with messages, his HUD contains concerns from his partner(s.)

He has not answered them.

The blue of his habitual visor is absent, his headlights off. The ranger station is dark as well, the field guides having gone back to the main camp house well before dark. That's good. It means he won't have to hunt for anyone out here. Means he won't looking for frightened, pale faces looming out of the dark. Means he won't brush the snow away and find the subject of yet another missing poster.

The playlist that normally runs its course alongside his comm's suite is quiescent. Sensitive audials can pick up the different sounds the wind makes as it races and slams into the trees, the way it whirls and eddies, and whispers and screams. The crunch and squeak of snow under his pedes, the way it wettens as his heat melts the frozen precipitation.

On this side of the mountain, the only lights belong to the stars.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Another pause before he comes to the edge of the ravine. Snow drifts along, picked up by the wind and flung from the sky. It settles on his shoulder-struts and along his helm. His treads aren't as keen as Traibreaker's and Beachcomber, and his claws are at adequate for climbing- but the rock here is fragile.

Uncertain.

Just like himself, at the moment.

Behind him, in the cave he just left- the altar with its candles are a dim, orange glow. Dancing holo images of friends and family long gone past line the ofrenda. When he gets back, he'll respond to his calls.

His texts.

His messages.

He'll don the mask that so many see as him, rather than of him. He'll smile and flirt, point finger-guns and laugh.

But for now, he'll quietly remember.

And grieve.

#<an explanation where Jazz has been since halloween>#yeet #indi writes

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casspurrjoybell-17 · 2 years

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HEART'S DESIRE - CHAPTER 24

*Warning: Adult Content*

The state of Montana isn't known for its restrictive speed limits but Montreal Hunter breaks them anyway as he pushes his old Nav to the limit, passing other cars on the double line and triggering rage in his fellow motorists.

His cell-phone pings with an incoming text but he keeps his eyes on the road.

Town is twenty-minutes away, Jake Nash's address probably more.

He doesn't know it but he’s guessing Freya does.

And if not, he trusts she can find anything.

Hence the text. Monty tosses his cell-phone to Kit.

"What's she say?"

Kit struggles to interpret the message.

He's learned to read pretty well already but nerves and the unfamiliar format trip him up.

"Jake st... still at... st... station," he reads.

"I will try to keep him dis... dist..."

"Distracted," Monty supplies.

"Distracted. Ad... address is... one-six-four-three Ald... Alder Creek Lane."

"Shit. Where is that?" Monty used to know this area but it's grown over the years and 'Alder Creek Lane' doesn't ring a bell.

Kit continues to stare at the cell-phone, as if this information will reveal itself if he just looks hard enough.

Monty takes it back from him and ask the A.I. for directions, then swears again as the map orients itself and he see it's on the other side of town, in an outlying neighborhood, a thirty-minute drive.

Jake could get there from the sheriff's station in less than ten.

"Monty!"

Kit's warning narrowly saves Monty from rear-ending a slow-moving truck and he thanks the Gods his behemoth of a car has decent brakes.

Setting his cell-phone aside, Monty grips the wheel with both hands and takes a breath.

Kit sits wide-eyed and stiff with fear in the passenger seat but Monty senses his courage, too.

Reaching over, Monty takes Kit’s hand.

"Good thing I got you," he says.

"You saved our butts."

Kit blushes bronze but squeezes Monty’s hand in return and doesn't let go.

On the next straight stretch of road, he passes the truck, earning a string of angry honks from the driver and Monty reminds himself not to be mad at the next person he sees driving like a jerk.

Who knows, maybe they really do got somewhere important to be.

Monty drives fast but careful the rest of the way, the silence only broken by the artificial voice on his cell-phone, telling him which roads to take and where to turn.

His heartbeat quickens and his breath whistles in his nose and throat as they approach their destination.

Against his will, Monty recalls the last time he raced against the clock like this and pressed down on the gas a little more.

He can't live through that again.

"There it is."

Kit points and Monty sees it, too, at the end of the street, on the cul-de-sac, a simple two-story house with peeling paint and a half-tiled roof.

A large dumpster full of old wood and other junk sits on the faded lawn out front and half the windows are boarded up.

Jake wasn't lying about the renovations, at least.

Thankfully, there's no sign of his ranger's truck.

Monty pulls up to the curb and kills the engine, then pauses and takes a breath.

Whatever awaits them within, knowing for certain must be better than not knowing at all.

Glancing at Kit, Monty sees his dark eyes shining with barely contained fright but with a fierce determination, too and it surprises him.

It's a look Monty has never seen directed at himself before but which he’s seen on the faces of his mated siblings plenty of times.

Monty looks away.

Kit should save that kind of devotion for someone he loves.

"You wanna wait here?" Monty ask Kit, quietly.

He shakes his head.

"No. With you."

With no time to argue, Monty nods.

"Okay. But I need you to do what I tell you. And if I say run, that means run. Got it?"

"Okay."

Monty takes another breath and then they move.

They get out and walk up the path to the front door.

Without being obvious about it, Monty takes in the neighboring lots.

The adjacent houses aren't too close and there's no sign they're being watched but Monty doesn't take that for granted.

The last thing they need is some nosy neighbor calling the sheriff on them and alerting Jake.

As expected, the door is locked but the latch isn't fancy and there's no evidence of a security system.

Monty breaks the handle off and it opens.

Kit and Monty slip through and shut it after them. Inside the home, it's dark and it takes a moment for Monty’s eyes to adjust.

The place is gutted, the floors bare and the walls stripped down to the framing.

Bits of plaster litter the floor and drop-cloths cover what looks like a small mountain of furniture, piled in the center of the living room.

Wires hang from empty light fixtures and the kitchen sink sits on the floor, disconnected from its pipes.

"Good excuse to be spending so much time here," Monty mutters.

"This isn't a one-man job, unless it's all he does. Good way to hide unusual noises, too."

Monty glances at the large gas-powered generator in the corner and at the array of power tools lined next to it and gets a queasy feeling in his stomach.

In the wrong hands, a tool becomes a weapon or an implement of torture, all too easily

"Where do we start?" Kit asks, staying close to Monty’s side and peering about at the mess.

"Are you okay to Shift? You're a helluva lot smaller than I am and I think some heightened senses would come in useful here."

"Yes, I'm okay."

He says it with enough earnest conviction that Monty believes him.

"Good. Why don't you take the yard and I'll search in here. If there's..." Monty winces but force himself to go on.

"If there's buried evidence, a little fox sniffing around outside is less likely to draw attention than a large man. Or a large wolf, for that matter."

With a shy smile, Kit glances around, finds a clean patch of ground and strips out of his clothes.

Then, far more seamlessly than Monty has ever seen a werewolf Shift, Kit morphs from man to fox.

A small, gray fox, this time.

Blinking pretty black eyes at Monty, Kit darts back towards the door. Monty follows and opens it a crack for Kit and he slips through.

Monty props it open with a nearby crowbar, just enough Kit can get back in and then turns to his own search.

Honestly, if there's anything to find, he doesn't expect to find it outside.

He just wanted to spare Kit the shock, should he find something unpleasant. Monty starts upstairs but this is quick work. There are three bedrooms and a bath. One room is obviously Jake's, though it has the personality of a military dorm room, a bed in the corner, clothes in drawers, basic care items, razor, soap, shampoo, towels and not much else. Monty digs through a duffle bag in his closet but find nothing more incriminating than a pack of condoms and a winter coat.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath and zips the bag back up, leaving everything as he found it.

If they're wrong...

Back on the ground floor, Monty turns in a slow circle, rubbing the back of his head.

The house is laid bare, its bones exposed.

There aren't many places to hide anything but he checks anyway.

He finds nothing but the temporary residence of a man who doesn't intend to stay long.

The kitchen cupboards are empty and the trash full of takeout containers.

The closet contains only a shop-vac and a broom. In the living room, the mountainous form hidden beneath the drop-cloths reveals only furniture, a sofa set, dining table, sideboard and chairs.

Monty lets the cloths fall as they were and takes a breath of dust-filled air. Everything is still.

Then a little gray shape darts between his feet and a moment later Kit is stumbling towards him, naked and shaking

"Monty... Come quick. There's a... there's a there's...”

Monty grabs hold of Kit’s shoulders to steady him.

"Kit, take a breath."

Obediently, he inhales sharply through his nose.

'That's it. Now... you found something?"

"Where?"

He points towards the back of the house.

"Okay. You think anyone can see us from out there?"

He shakes his head.

"Good. Okay, back door."

Outside, Monty assesses the risk and finds it minimal.

The house is set further back than its neighbors and only a stretch of scrubby ground and a privacy fence separates it from the open land beyond.

Unless Jake's neighbors are pathologically curious, no one is watching us

"Okay, what it is?" Monty asks. Kit, still naked as a wild fox, though hugging his arms across his chest and shivering, leads Monty along the side of the house to a spot where a layer of bark chips overs the ground beneath the overhanging roof.

"Here."

Monty studies the ground.

"What is it?"

"Something... beneath," he whispers. "Earth and... blood."

Biting back a surge of fear, Monty kneels and brushes the bark chips aside.

Below, he finds a layer of loose soil, and then a slab of concrete.

"It's just the foundation," Monty says, sitting up and brushing dirt from his hands.

Kit grabs a hold of Monty’s upper arm.

"No... there's something more. I'm sure of it."

"Okay, okay... I'll keep looking."

Monty continues to scoop the dirt aside.

Then his fingers brush something different. Working frantically, he clears a patch of chips and dirt and reveals an iron hoop set in a square.

It could be the septic tank but then again...

Waving for Kit to stand back, Monty grips the iron ring and braces himself.

A normal man, even a normal man of my size, might struggle to lift something so heavy on his own.

But he’s not a normal man.

He’s a Wolf and an exceptionally strong one.

With a few quick, bracing breaths, Monty raises the block and hauls it to the side.

A black square yawns in its place, smelling of dank earth and a set of steep wooden steps lead into the gloom.

Kit's fingers close tight around Monty’s.

He'd like to chase Kit off, to do the smart thing and tell him to run and to wait where it's safe but his heart rebels and Monty just can't let him go.

So he takes a few more steadying breaths and then they descend, hand in hand, into the dark.

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Kyoto to Tokyo: Staying in Kawasaki

We left at checkout from Kyoto (2/11) and took the shinkansen (aka the bullet train) to Tokyo. We initially had two plans: visit a temple we like that has a flea market on Sundays, and visit Yoyogi Park where the rockabilly guys perform on Sundays. We were staying in Kawasaki where our friend was taking us to a restaurant, which is about 45 minutes from Shinjuku, and closer to Kyoto.

Our only mistake was not stopping in Kawasaki to drop off our bags. We thought we could take them to Shinjuku and put them in a coin locker while we were doing things. The coin lockers, while plentiful, were all in use, so we dragged our bags 15 (normal) minutes to the shrine, poked around the market, and decided to skip Yoyogi to get back and drop off our bags. Carrying bags and switching hotels often was the negative of our travel, taking a lot of energy and time we could have put elsewhere.

The name of this shrine is Hanazono shrine, we've visited it at some point on nearly all our trips to Japan!

After Hanazono shrine, we rubber banded back to Kawasaki, where we were staying for the night. Our hotel was pretty old style, somewhere between a love hotel and a business hotel, in a quiet and older part of the city, but about 10 minutes from the station where the restaurant we would be visiting was. We ate lunch, relaxed, and charged up before meeting our friend. Shops like this that sell rice or noodle sets are plentiful and cheap.

The restaurant we went to for dinner is called Kaiju Sakaba, a bar and restaurant owned by Tsubaraya, the tokusatsu (think Power Rangers as an example) company that created and produces Ultraman, an extremely popular Japanese superhero. There is a new Ultraman show every year, so costumes are always being produced and maintained for broadcast and live events. Every Sunday, the restaurant has a costumed actor come and visit the patrons. When you enter the restaurant, you have to be scanned to see if you are capable of becoming an Ultraman. If not, you are allowed to dine among the villains. It's cute, the monster themed food and drinks are very good. We got our photo taken with the Alien Pitt, a reoccuring monster that was originally made in the 70s and has been used in the last few seasons. This is almost certainly a screen used costume.

Every dish and drink is themed, for example the salad plate asks a quote from a villain character from the original Ultraman series, who tries to bargain with a child to get permission to take ownership of the world. When you finish eating, you use the utensil on the dish to indicate your answer. I said no, the employees threatened me.

The walls are lined with signatures from actors, writers, and voice actors from Ultraman shows. There are also a lot of high end toys and decorations. Videos of monsters eating at the restaurant play and a loop of episodes where the Ultraman of a given series gets beat up by monsters plays.

We had our photo taken with the Alien Pitt, and one with our friend. She said she visits the restaurant often with her family. It was a very cute experience.

After we parted ways with our friend, we checked out a Taito game center nearby; which is a chain of arcades we've seen all over. We played a bit of House of the Dead (A zombie shooting game; this appeared to be an updated remake of one I remember seeing in movie theater lobbies and arcades back in the day), raced each other in Mario Kart, tried our luck at more claw machines, and used a Purimania machine, which is like a photo booth on steroids; it has tons of options for stickers and makeup and automatically applies tons of filters to warp your face into an "ideal" anime-ized version of yourself. They are a little off putting at first but at the same time, I do think they're kinda cute! haha

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Race Point Ranger Station #mynewengland #provincetown #racepoint (at Race Point Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch8oFDiM6u2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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jontycrane · 3 years

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Provincetown

A charming coastal town at the tip of Cape Cod, Provincetown was one of the first places in America to be visited by Europeans, back in 1602. The Mayflower pilgrims were frequent visitors from the early 1600s onwards, from their settlement of Plymouth across the bay. It grew in the 19th century from fishing and whaling, and started to attract writers and artists from the turn of the 20th…

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#Boston to Provincetown ferry #Cape Cod #Long Wharf #Old Harbor Life-Saving Station Museum #photography #Pilgrim Monument #Provincetown #Provincetown Causeway #Race Point Beach #Race Point Ranger Station #They Also Faced the Sea #travel #USA

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Happy halloween 🎃 👻

What about werewolf!boba finding out his partner is having his little cub. His little wolf pack expands by one and he's over the moon (no pun intended 😂) cos he didn't think he'd have this 😭

Happy Halloween, darling! I miss my little Werewolf!Boba AU we had going with the 666 Celebration Asks, so I'm taking this onto it, I hope you don't mind! And of course you won't have to read the other parts to understand this, it can be read on its own :)

Pairing: Werewolf!Boba x Forest Ranger!Reader

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Something was off with Boba, nothing obvious or you would have figured it out by now, but he was acting slightly different. Boba was more protective, well more than he already was, and during your little, almost nightly, picnics at the tables beside your ranger station, he seemed to be pushing more and more food towards you, to the point that you made the joke asking if he was trying to fatten you up only for him to pause and clear his throat before backing off with a small shake of his head. And when the full moon came, and he was in wolf form he stuck by your side the entire night, and as you fell asleep with him wrapped around you, you felt him nuzzle at your stomach softly before laying his head on it.

You weren't sure what was up with Boba, but after about two months of this and a bout of nauseous for the last two weeks having you running to the bathroom...well you had some suspicions on what was wrong. You didn't bring it up to Boba, or eventually him when you snuck into town one evening after your daily work was done. The entire trip you were stressed and trying to convince yourself that this all was in your head, you had just caught a bug and was sick, but as you stood with the pregnancy test in your hand, you knew in your heart that it was something more than just the flu.

The trip back to your small cabin home had your heart racing, and it felt like the trip took hours rather than thirty minutes. And when you pulled in and parked your car your heart dropped a little when you saw Boba standing outside of your door with crossed arms staring at you through the windshield. With a deep breath, you pulled yourself together to smile at him and wave, which you saw made his shoulders relax from their tense position, though you brushed the action off as nothing.

As you got out of your car, and got into the backseat, you thanked your foresight to grab a few other things for the cabin along with the pregnancy test, though it had mostly been impulse buys, and things to keep you distracted while you waited for the pregnancy test-- meaning a tub of your favorite ice cream, a brownie mix, and the ingredients for your favorite soup.

As you stood back up, you jumped as you came face to face with Boba’s chest, and you laughed it off as you shut the door and turned to walk to the cabin, saying, "You can't scare a girl like that Boba, might have a heart attack! You're too quiet."

Boba stopped you in your tracks, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, which made you relax and smile at him softly. Then, he reached for the bags causing you to panic a bit pull the towards yourself, much to his confusion.

"I was wondering where you went, little one, and was a bit worried when you weren't here when I got here. If you needed things from the store, you just needed to call me and I would have brought them to you."

You felt heat rise in your face, and nervously you walked around him, dodging his hands as he tried to grab the bags again, and as you walked inside your home you cleared your throat and replied, "I know that...of course I know you would do that for me, but I thought a trip to town would do me good, you know? Plus I cant rely on you all the time!"

Quickly, not looking at him, you shoved the ice cream into the freezer, along with all the cold items into the fridge for when you wanted to start the soup for dinner. When all that was left was the bag with the pregnancy test, almost taunting you, you quickly shoved it inside your jacket, before turning around to find Boba leaning against your kitchen doorway.

"Are you alright, little one?"

You nod with a quick smile, walking over kissing his cheek, "I'm fine, its just...its just been a long day."

Boba nods and gives you a pitying smiles before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips, lingering for a second, before saying, "Go take a shower and change into some comfort clothes, and I'll order your favorite Chinese food and go grab it, as my treat."

You grin widely, and give him a quick kiss as a thank you, and say, "You always know how to cheer me up, thank you."

After that he shows you away, and pats your bottom as you walk passed him heading to your room. Smiling softly, you head to your room, gathering some night clothes before going to the bathroom, only to pause as you peeled your work uniform from your body and the bag with the pregnancy test fell to the floor. Reality came crushing down on you once more, as you lifted the box from the bag, and with a somewhat defeated sigh you followed the directions before setting it on the counter, telling yourself to hide it somewhere when you got out of the shower.

In the shower, you found yourself just standing under the hot water as the steam rose around you. Your eyes locked on the wall infront of you, as your mind worried and raced over the results of the test, and how Boba would react if it ended up being positive. Your relationship was still rather new, and while you knew you loved him, that you wouldn't want to be with anyone else, the two of you had never talked about children. Fuck, Boba hadn't even told you he loved you yet, well verbally, not that you cared, you didn't want to push him and knew he would tell you eventually, but still....if that that test came back positive, how was he going to react?

Shaking your head, you slowly went about washing up, and as you were stepping out of the shower, you heard the front door open and close and Boba’s voice yell that he was back with dinner. So not to worry him more, you rushed through drying off and getting dressed, pausing only a second to shove the pregnancy test behind your hair brush holder, and walked out with a smile so you wouldn't worry him more.

"Sorry, I took way longer than I thought I would. The hot water just felt really nice."

Boba only sized you up and smirked as he pulled the food from the bag and setting it on the table, "I was wondering where my old wrestling sweater went."

Again, heat flooded your face as you glanced down at the sweater that you may or may not have stolen from his house when you stayed over last time.

"Sorry....its just really comfortable..."

Boba only shook his head and pulled out your chair for you to sit down before settling into his own, and opening his own food, "It looks better on you anyway."

The heat still simmered underneath you skin as you looked over at him and bit your lip with a smile. Grinning, you opened your side of fried rice, only to pause and have your heart stop. Panic bloomed across your face as you looked up at Boba before dashing to the bathroom as the smell from the food you usually enjoyed had turned your stomach. In the bathroom, you cringed as you emptied your stomach into the toilet and flushed it just as Boba came rushing in, worry painted across his face.

"Are you okay, little one? How long have you been sick?"

Drained of energy, you just shook your head as you leaned against your bathtub. Worried, Boba turned to the sink and grabbed the cup ypu kept there, and started filling it with water before handing it to you. Only, when he had grabbed the cup, he had bumped the hair brushes over, revealing the pregnancy test, though you didn't realize it as you rinsed your mouth out with some of the water and started sipping the rest, only to pause, frozen when Boba crouched in front of you and held it up, asking, "Whats this?"

Swallowing hard, you looked from the test to Boba’s face a few times, as your heart rate sped up in horror.

"I...I was going to tell you...well after I found out what the answer was...tha-thats why I went to town today, and I was waiting for it to finish when you got back," your head dropped down to stare at your lap, your hands clenched around the cup as silence followed your confession. The few seconds it took for Boba to speak up felt like a lifetime, but eventually he softly cupped your face and tilted it so you were looking into his eyes. Then carefully he flipped the test around for you to see that it read exactly what your suspicions had been telling you, you were pregnant.

Biting your lip, you turned back to Boba, whose face was hidden of any emotion and made your heart drop. You swallowed thickly, and whispered out his name, and his jaw ticked slightly, before he asked, "It's mine," and you quickly nodded looking at him with wide eyes, thinking, like it would be anyone else's, then he nodded, and continued, "What do you want to do?"

"What do you mean," you asked confused. Boba was so calm right now, or at least he was acting like he was. Meanwhile, your heart was aching and racing, hoping for his acceptance and love and both not receiving it, but also not being pushed away and rejected either.

"Do you want to keep the baby," this time as he spoke, you could hear just a slight tremble in his voice, a hope that he was not expressing. So you looked into his eyes, tears forming at the edges of your own as you nodded shakily, "If you want me to, yes....I want to have this baby."

And then, for the first time since you had met Boba, you watched as so many emotions flashed across his face, all of them holding love and care for you and the prospect of his unborn child, and you could only let out a shaky breath as the tension left your body. Then Boba was wrapping you in his arms, pulling you towards him as he whispered, "I love you so much little one. I have since I first saw you working, and have yearned to be yours everyday since.....and i....I never imagined this would happen, I never believed or hoped to have a babe, a pup of mine own, but I should have known you would be the perfect partner, be the person willing to carry my child.... I love you, little one, more than I can express."

And there as Boba held you tight, your cried and whispered 'I love yous' back to him, feeling happy and loved and excited for this new development in your relationship with the man you cared so deeply for.

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Godmonster of Indian Flats

If I had a dollar for every movie I’ve seen about a bloodthirsty mutant sheep, I would have... two dollars.

I was entirely willing to feature Godmonster of Indian Flats based on its strangeness alone, but it does have one connection to MST3K in that actress Peggy Browne was also in Avalanche. Another performer here, Kerrigan Prescott, also had a part in previous Episode that Never Was Fiend Without a Face, so hey, close enough!

Dr. Clemens and his assistant Mariposa discover a mutant lamb on Eddie the Rancher’s sheep farm, and take it up to a secret lab at Indian Flats for study. This seems somewhat outside of Clemens’ claimed purview as an anthropologist, but whatever, I’m just here to watch the movies. While the monster grows to maturity in a tank, the mayor of a local tourist town, Mr. Silverdale, is refusing to sell land to a Mr. Barnstable, who is interested in the mining rights. We soon get the idea that Silverdale is less interested in tourism than he is in having his own private Wild West LARP, and the townsfolk have an almost cult-like reverence for him. Eventually, their increasingly violent attempts to run Barnstable out of town cross paths with Dr. Clemens’ pet mutant, and all hell breaks loose!

Well, maybe not all hell. This movie hasn’t got the money for all hell. Rest assured, though, that they unleash all the hell they could afford.

The hell in question takes the form of a lumpy hunchbacked sheep creature with a rubbery sock puppet head, one long dangling arm, and a huge Kim Kardashian ass. It interrupts a picnic, and blows up a gas station by knocking over a pump with its bubble butt. It may or may not understand English, and it breathes poisonous gas when injured. The puppet is pretty weird and scary-looking in the darkness of Clemens' secret lab, but out in the full light of day it is ridiculous.

Any movie with a mutant sheep monster is going to be weird, and the monster is the weirdest thing in the movie, but make no mistake – Godmonster of Indian Flats sans monster would still be a weird fucking movie. The other story going on here, Silverdale vs Barnstable, is thoroughly bizarre in itself.

Apparently it's not enough for Silverdale and the townspeople to simply refuse to sell Barnstable their mining rights. Instead, they have to totally ruin his career and both his physical and mental health! First of all, they invite him to their 'Bonanza Days' and have him take part in a shooting contest, where the whole town conspires to make it look like he accidentally shot the sheriff's dog. Then they hold a funeral for the dog as if it were a person. The whole time the dog is fine – it was just playing dead, and afterwards the sheriff sends it to live with a friend.

When Barnstable still doesn't leave town after this, Silverdale's toady Phil whacks him over the head with a bottle, then shoots himself in the shoulder and puts the gun in the unconscious man's hand. Barnstable wakes up in jail and demands a lawyer, but everybody ignores him. Eddie and Mariposa help him escape, and the sheriff then forms a posse to hunt him down and lynch him! At the end of the movie Silverdale triumphantly tells Barnstable that he's going to lose his job because his boss is embarrassed by all these goings-on. At this point Barnstable also has a cracked skull and a broken arm. He's a PTSD-ridden shell of a man and yet Silverdale is still yelling “I've beaten you, Barnstable!” as the end credits roll.

All of this might become a little less weird (but way more horrible) when I mention that Barnstable is the only black character with dialogue. And yet, none of it is ever overtly framed as racist. Nobody ever uses a slur – in fact, Barnstable's race is never once referenced in dialogue, not even obliquely. You could cast a white actor in this part and nothing would have to be changed. What Barnstable seems to represent, and what Silverdale and the townspeople claim to be fighting against (Silverdale declares that he is 'the custodian of an era'), is decadence and capitalism, concepts traditionally associated with a white elite.

This in itself should be read as a commentary on race. It's notable that Barnstable is playing by white rules. He's a smooth businessman representing the interests of his presumably white boss. When Silverdale invites him to Bonanza Days, he is happy to step into that role, too. He dresses the part and takes up the six-shooter, and does a pretty good job with it. Barnstable is a 'model minority' figure, a black man with the trappings of white success... and in spite of that, he is still abused. Hard as he tries to fit into the white people's world, he is not welcome there.

I don't think that's actually what Barnstable is supposed to represent to the viewer, however. The people of this town are described in the opening as 'living in the past' and we see that they're very dedicated to it. Silverdale dresses the part of a nineteenth century gentleman even when he's at home. Everybody dresses up in period costumes for occasions like parties and church, and the town's status as a tourist attraction requires many people to play such a role full-time. There's a dark underbelly to this quaint little world, as we see in the opening when a barmaid steals Eddie's casino winnings, but even that fits their chosen period.

Barnstable intrudes into this world as a representative of modernity and reality. If you're paying attention, you soon realize that the 'past' the townsfolk are living in isn't like the real past at all. The real history of this little mining town would have involved filthy, back-breaking work in the mines, and saloons full of drunks, prostitutes, and crime. The modern town has adopted the pretty trappings of the 19th century – the clothes, the horses, and nice little shows of piety like the dog funeral – while sweeping the dirt and violence under the rug. The latter are only to be turned on outsiders.

This fantasy version of the old west is also very, very white. In the real world, history is always more diverse than we usually think it was – one of the historical figures who inspired the character the Lone Ranger, for example, was Bass Reeves, the first black US Marshall in the west. The people in Silverdale's town have no interest in that. There is not a single Native American character in the movie, and I've already mentioned the lack of other people of colour, except for a couple of background tourists. This is an essential part of throwing away the ugly parts of the past – race brings conflict, and Silverdale and his followers want none of that. Barnstable's race makes his status as an outsider all the more obvious, both visually and as a reminder that the world these people are trying to live in never really existed.

This puts Barnstable in a very strange place in this movie. He's definitely a victim, but never a hero – in fact, Godmonster of Indian Flats is yet another movie that doesn't have a hero – yet he is not a villain, either. He's just some poor bastard who wandered into a horror movie and now he can't find his way out of it.

So... what does any of this have to do with a mutant sheep monster?

I dunno. There seem to have been mutants in this area for a long time, since Clemens talks about legends of a 'mine monster' and even shows off weird fossils he's found, but how does that tie into the theme of clinging to the past? Maybe it's supposed to be about history repeating itself, since new monsters are being born just as the mines are about to re-open? I have no idea.

Does the monster die at the end? I cannot tell you. I think it dies when the truck it was caged in blows up? The movie ends with an angry mob pushing the truck over a steep slope where they dump their garbage, while Eddie, Clemens, and Mariposa try to reveal Silverdale's own land-grab scheme. This all degenerates into chaos and people tumbling down the hill and shooting each other, while Silverdale stands there yelling about how violence controls the masses and how he's beaten Barnstable. It's an ending that seems calculated to leave the audience going, “... huh?”.

Why is it a God monster? Now this, I do have a theory about. I don't think the sheep is actually the godmonster – I think the titular menace is actually Mr. Silverdale! He wields a god-like authority within the town, even when his evil scheme is apparently exposed at the end, and uses it to do monstrous things! If that's not what they were going for... then I have no idea.

I mentioned in the opening that I've seen two movies about mutant sheep monsters. The other is Black Sheep, which is one of those off-the-wall movies they make in New Zealand when they're not doing Tolkien-related stuff. Black Sheep was apparently inspired by Godmonster of Indian Flats, but it throws out the race relations stuff and runs with the 'mutant sheep' thing to make on of the most perfect dark comedies I've ever seen. I would recommend it to the strong-stomached in the same way I recommended The Valley of Gwangi to anyone disappointed by Beast of Hollow Mountain – it is everything the older film should have been but was not.

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