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9/11/2008

Vegas - The Kid - Part 8

Please Note: Links to the previous episodes are in the top left panel. However, a few weeks ago, I published a slightly edited version called "The Story So Far" which makes the first episode's relationship to the Past Lives series invisible. The link lies between the Fourth and Fifth links on the left. So you can choose. Follow the Cardinal links on the left to see it with the unmodified First Episode, or click on the Story So Far link and then the higher ones to read it just focused on The Kid.

Just as the last episode was dedicated to her, this episode also is dedicated to Warriorwitch, who reminded me that there was a place that all of this started out from, and that I needed to get back there to continue writing this story. Thank you, Warriorwitch. I love you.


And now ... Episode 8 of .... The Kid ....

She stood in the doorway of the DC-3, watching the two people who had been on this leg of the trip walk across the concrete apron in the brilliant heat of the mid-morning Las Vegas sun. Her mind went back to the few minutes that she and one of those passengers had had to themselves, in the rear cargo area, aft of the galley.

She had been busy, working in the galley, the young lad with the white-blond hair a constant presence in the back of her mind. He made her feel afraid. She didn't know why, he just did. Afraid of him. Afraid of his presence. Afraid of his raw sexual appeal. Her husband had been gone such a long time, and the company of men had not been frequent since he'd been gone. She seldom felt like she did right then. The intrigue of a stranger. The many years of lonesome nights. He's a bad boy, she knew. His eyes are so flat and cold. And yet, when he smiles ...

"Ahem."
"Oh my God. You startled me."
"Here's your mug back. I'm done with the coffee. Actually, I was done before we landed in Albuquerque. I figured I'd better give this back."
"That's okay. Thanks."

The plane gave a couple of quick jolts. The Kid looked uneasy.

"Oh, don't worry about that. It's just a little turb. The air gets warm when the sun comes up - out here, that makes for a bumpy ride. It'll be like that - and worse - all the way into Vegas."

"So what're ya doin' here?"
"Just getting things ready for the run into L.A. out of Vegas. We'll have a pretty full flight out of McCarran Field."

The plane suddenly dipped and The Kid lurched into her arms as she fell back against the cargo area door.

"Oops. Sorry."

He stood next to her. Close to her. Her breasts were pressed against his chest. Everything inside her started to twist into exquisite knots of the sweetest pain.
She reached back and opened the door to the cargo area. Small and cramped, there was little room to do more than wrap up in each others arms. His hands slid up her sides to the swell of her breasts and made her tingle all the way down to her groin as his palms slid across her nipples. She reached down and felt for him, found him, and she began to ache with a yearning she had not felt in way too long.

She hiked up her skirt and pulled aside her panties. She started to unzip his trousers.
"I can't. I can't stand hair."
"You won't find hair on me. My husband didn't like it, either."
"Close your eyes, then. Don't look at me."

She wrapped a leg around him as he inserted himself and slowly drew him deeper and deeper inside, the turbulence helping them achieve penetration. She pulled him to her, tighter and tighter, held him closer and closer, stroking his hair, holding his head in her hands.

She had no way to know that this was the first time he had ever faced a woman during sex. She had no way to know he had never felt the warmth of the embrace of a woman. She had no way to know that no woman had ever run her fingers through his hair in the throes of raw, urgent sex.

His lips, next to her ear, brushed her cheek and his breath caught as he whispered,
"Open your eyes."

She looked into his face. She was surprised to see tears in his eyes. He buried his face in her shoulder and stayed there, even as the passionate act was completed and the swelling of passion died.

As he walked up the aisle and back to his seat, she noticed that the other passenger was sleeping. More turbulence. More bouncing. Some people will sleep through anything.

She watched as he walked across the apron and then turned back into the cool of the interior of the plane. And wondered if she would ever see him again and at the same time, hoped she wouldn't. She knew, somehow, there was danger there. And at 28 years of age with a five year old son, she didn't need the drama.

The Kid crossed the apron in the blaring bright heat of the morning sun. Man, it's fuckin' hot. He felt the top of his head with the flat of his palm. And I need a fuckin' hat. As he approached the terminal building, he noticed two beefy men in Hawiian print shirts looking out over the apron. Wrong guy, assholes. But you ain't got no way ta know that, huh? Cool. Fuckin' cool.

He caught a cab outside the terminal building, took it to a nearby motel and checked in. The driver recommended this particular motel because it has air conditioning. First motel in Vegas with Air Conditioning. Just like the Casinos.

The room was cool, in spite of the heat outside. That big machine in the window really did a job keeping the room cool. But man, it was so noisy he couldn't think. He dropped the valise on the bed.
He had to think. He had to figure out what he was going to do next. How he was going to find Sully. Sully and some building ... what did that fucker say ... Baxter, that's it, Baxter building, corner of Frontier and Fremont.

As he closed the door to the room behind him, he stopped for a few seconds, his heart suddenly pounding and his hands sweating as his mind was filled with the vision of deep blue eyes looking straight into his, the first time ever during sex and fingers in his hair, but gentle and .... sweet.

He shook his head. Gotta get movin'. I'm in Vegas!! VEGAS!! I am HERE!!

Now's the time to do it.

Gotta catch me a cab and go find this guy ... this Sully.

And tell him that Joey The Hat sent me.

28 comments:

Jientje said...

As people from Bruges would say!
Chapeau!
Which would probably be a Top Hat
In Paris.
And a Chapeau Melon et Bottes de Cuir In ... Fairy Tale land!!
Of course Tony Cooper used a different kind of Flowerpot!!!
**** Translation,
Chapeau Melon et Bottes de Cuir =
Puss in Boots!

Yeah.
Oh My my my!!
Sorry I'm late, honey!

Jientje said...

Boy oh boy!!!
You ARE good!!!
My Lord My saviour, my Knight in Shining Armour!!!!

Shadow said...

what is it about 'bad boys' that is sooooo appealing. i'm hooked...

Myst_72 said...

Juicy!

Great work Lou....!

G
xx

moneythoughts said...

Nice chapter Lou. I thought it was very well done. The whole thing reminds me so much of radio when I was a little boy in the late '40's. You can hear the sound effects in your mind.

Joyce-Anne said...

Did I ever tell you I love Thursdays and anticipating new chapters of "The Kid"? Well, I do. Anyway, I find myself wanting more and already looking forward to nest week. :-)

Veronica said...

You have a very "Tell it like it is, say it like it's spoken" style which I am enjoying very much.
And I mean that. I'm really enjoying this.
I don't know if this means anything to you, but it's not something I say to just anyone. To me, it means the world:

You, my dear, are a writer.

And I will be reading.

Employee No. 3699 said...

Great chanpter! The 'scene' was very well done. I can't wait until next week.

Sandy C. said...

I agree with Shadow. Something about bad boys... :)

You know I love this installment. The slight nuances and tweaks really made a difference.

The cargo scene? I didn't breathe the entire way through. :)

Jennifer said...

okay Lou... here I am. :) lol I didn't get to read your post... I was checking emails to see if I had heard from the mortgage broker or real estate agent... neither, but I was so happy to see a comment from you. :)
you sure do know how to make me feel loved!! :) i'm sorry i have been so absent lately... I do sincerly miss your blog and your stories. :) i will try to catch up some while the girls nap today... and by "girls" i do mean my twins and and the the "girls" or "twins" like lotus' bewbs!! lol just incase the DOM was thinking that. :) lol

i will also try to leave another lengthy comment for you when I come back. plus there is always this weekend... i think i will be just sitting at home... so ci an always do something fun like come read your stories. actually that is a good plan!! :)

thanks for all the LOVE!! :)

xoxoxox

witchypoo said...

The issues with hair part was just creepy enough. Whew. You, suh, can write!

Honeybell said...

Goodness gracious me!

This was fantastic Lou, truly.

Tash said...

Brilliant Lou, as ever! Finally got caught up and loving every minute of it!

Can't wait to see where he goes from here!

www.ayewonder.com said...

Lou,
I thought your treatment of the sex scene was perfect. It could have easily been gratuitous but it wasn't at all. It helped develop the Kid's personna. Maybe the best writing yet.

LceeL said...

jientje: I am so glad you liked it.

shadow: When you figure that out, let me know, and then I'll try it on and see what happens.

myst_72: Juicy? I wasn't THAT explicit!

moneythoughts: Thanks, Fred. I hear it - but I wrote it. I'm glad someone else can, as well.

joyce-anne: This may be the only time in my life when it's actually been okay to leave a woman wanting more and more.

veronica: I am, truly, overwhelmed. Thank you, Veronica.

employee: Thank you. It's getting harder and harder to live up to expectations. And NO, that's not any kind of sexual reference.

Sanday C: I thought about making that scene longer - more detailed. But I couldn't do it without making it 'dirty' and that's not what this is all about.

Jennifer: Nap time! girls. And my mind go twinning off in a lovely direction ... thank you. I needed that.

witchypoo: Thank you, ma'am.

Honeybell: Thank you, honeybell. Warm?

Tash: I'm working on next week, even as we speak. For the first time, I am actually NOT two weeks ahead.

Ayewonder: Thank you Mike. As noted above, I couldn't write the sex scene any other way without going into graphic detail. And that's not what this is about. Besides, if I was going to go that route, I'd have to do a LOT more research.

Myst_72 said...

No, you weren't explicit but you have written it in such a way that invokes much imagery!

So the juiciness must be in my head - makes sense! He He!

G
xxx

Patsy said...

Just right --- the whole scene -- just right! You do handle these things so well, but I always have to grin about sex scenes where the couples are standing up --- see I'm 5'2" married to a 6'3" guy -- see why I grin?

warriorwoman said...

Lou, you give me too much credit, but thank you.

I liked this segment of the story, it showed more guts and attitude from The Kid.

Christy said...

I feel sorry for this abused child.

I knew a guy--maybe biblically, I won't say--that had been abused and he always wanted to do it from behind.

Those tears.

Now I hate knowing what I know will happen.....

Maybe there's a baby, though....stranger things have happened.

redchair said...

I told you they'd love this one. Great segment, Lou.
Vikki

Hyphen Mama said...

I'm late to the party. I knew I couldn't read it while rug-rats were running amok.

Well done! I'm almost speechless. Now I'm trying to figure out how much longer The Kid is gonna hang on.

maggie's mind said...

Yours is the only post I read today that wasn't a 9/11 post (just how I am), but I just had to visit The Kid, and I was not disappointed. There was so much to love about this episode - the hair thing, the first time facing someone thing, the blue eyes. Delicious.

LceeL said...

myst_72: Yes. The Theater of the Mind. Where each person gets to construct their own vision of what is going on.

patsy: 5'2"? vs 6'3"? Hmmmm. Okay, leaving lalaland now ... If that were an issue here, I just would have had her climb up on the suitcases.

warriorwoman: Thank you, ma'am. Thanks to you.

christy: The initial idea was to make him totally despicable - but that didn't work out. I'm glad it didn't.

redchair: Thank you, Vikki. You were right.

Hyphen Mama: Thank you. I love leaving a lady speechless. (heh, heh) That said, we've still got several episodes left to go. End of October, maybe.

Maggies Mind: Thank you Maggie. 9/11 was on my mind, too - but I've been so busy and it snuck up on me so fast, I didn't really think it would be right to pull the episode so late in the game.

Nicole said...

That's it...sigh.....after the book I read last night,....man,....I don't know if I can sleep tonight... but hey, hubby's still at home :D

Holly at Tropic of Mom said...

A mile-high club story!

Eric S. said...

I'm sorry I was late, what a post! I think you did this chapter perfectly, not too much but not too little. I just wish I could manage such balance in my stories. I didn't even take a sneak peak.

I can tell you are feeling this story again, and not worrying about the writing as much. It's better that way. I couldn't do it, I'm no where near good enough. Keep up the quality story telling.

Elizabeth said...

*fans self*
Wow... it's hot in here!!!!! Is it just me????

Lady Language said...

Steamy! Any woman who is a fan of romance novels need not buy another Daniel Steele...go Lou!