Wilderness04
countdown to bliss
Two weeks to w-day:
We have escaped to the wilds of Tao's New Mexico. A friend of Roz in loaning us their spiritual spring home in Pilar near the famous Alcalde NM, where famed artist Georgia O'Keefe settled down and began painting her now world-famous paintings.
The morada (adobe) is a lovely oasis of tranquility. Built original in 1900. Roz's friends have converted it to an amazing residence. With separate master and guest casitas, each with its own lovely sunroom living room and a great room with fireplace. Each guest casita (A small, attached but self-contained house) is perfect with its own kitchen, bath and private patio. Taylor and Gail take the larges guest casita. Sawyer and Mia have the other guest Casita.
I relax the calm early evening on the main patio high on our hill and watch the Rio Grande drift past below. The guys are fishing, I suspect from the cursing that we are having Chicken for dinner in the gourmet kitchen with Alder cabinets, incredible antique-like Rumsford stove, stone countertops from the Rift gallery. Mia has banished us older ladies to the firepit warmed patio, sipping hot peppermint schnapps laced chocolate while she bangs around her dream kitchen.
We could get use to this laziness. Gail is reading a book on the local art colonies around Tao's. We have 12 acres here and only about 20 minutes from downtown Tao's. But it seems we are hundreds of miles from civilization. I relax watching the sunlight reflect off the western face of the Sangre De Christo Mountains Picuris Peak.
The craziness of the wedding planning and the meltdown of the wedding planner, Grace and Jose. I think they are living vicarious thru me to have they're over the top dream princess fairy tale wedding. I don't need five hundred guests, or a train on my dress longer than Princess DI. Or any of the other hundred bizarre demands.
I don't care if the guest eats caramelized quail, seared duck foie gras and sweetbread. Or roasted lobster and artichoke soup with black truffle. I'm threatening to have Dominoes caterer my reception. The Three head hydra have already allotted 1-million dollars for the wedding and reception before they ask me a single question of what I want. I'm wondering if I maroon them on a desert island till after the honeymoon is legal?
My innocent jest about Brideizlla, has nothing on those two (Grace and Jose). Gwen thought she was helping by having a wedding planner come on board. But that just added a third monster to my woes. I take the Schnapps and chug a health shot.
"Anna relax. I've got the trio scouting honeymoon locations and cake. Everything you want for your wedding is set and will be ready in two weeks. They won't find out till next week you've by-pass them."
"I know. I just worry about hurting their feelings. I know they mean well, but I don't need a princess wedding. Or a grand Imperial reception. I just want Christian."
"I know Anna, regretting turning down the Elvis wedding in Vegas now?"
"God damm it Gail! I am not doing the Elliott and Jose dream wedding. Didn't even have to give that one thought."
"Well! I'm marrying a foul mouth shrew? Am I?" Chris says leaning over the wall. I glare at him.
"Well the great and mighty fishermen have returned!" Jason crows
"Chicken for dinner again." Luke laughs passing us.
"Chicken, uh great and might Fishermen?"
"Hey it's not our fault. There's no fish in the river."
"Then explain, the two boys over there carrying fish home? Christian GREY?"
"Jason? I thought as much Anna. They spent the time down at the shore, farting and telling man lies."
"Hey, we didn't just tell man lies, or fart jokes. We had deep discussions on the unstable thoughts and moods of the females of the species." Chris smirks at us.
"Chris you prick, next time tell me before starting world war3, again!" Jason tears off, a book on the Tao's artist colony chase him. With Gail not far behind.
I throw my cup at his head, he ducks. I grab the Schnapps a give chase. He enters and evades me in till the master suite. He turns at the bed, I canon into him. Spilling the liqueur over us. He takes my lips. When I come up for air, we are naked. How does he do that?
Christian Grey has an uncanny ability to remove my cloths without me being aware. I push and roll him to his back. Grinding on is six pack. He forces me down to cowgirl my bucking bronco. I scream so loud it rattles the mirrors and windows.
I watch the ceiling stucco of painted adobe, swirl and merge into patterns. I don't think it could ever be better. I feel his wicked tongue, boy was I frigging wrong.
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Midnight:
We find in the frig, a tray of food to warm up. a note from Mia to please get Gail and me gags. The neighbors across the river complained about the noise. I laugh at the church mouse quiet Mia ad Luke show. If we were as loud as them. The sheriff from Tao's would have stopped by.
I make some lite fare. We relight the fire-pit and mellow in the lounger, cuddling in the star canopied sky. The air is so clear it seems the star lay upon the land. The night life howls and skidders outside the wall. This is a dream, and I pray never to awake.
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Two weeks three days later:
I can't believe my wedding is over, I am Mrs. Anna Grey. the wedding was small, family and a few friends. My dress simple and airy, the train barely touched my ankles. I smile into grey eyes alight with fire. Much like the first time I met him. Looking into those orbs of need, want, pulling me into his world, his soul, into his love.
I look about me, this is like the ending brawl of Blazing Saddles. I spin an unwanted paparazzi, and deck his big dumb ass. How twenty of these parasites invaded the Fairmont hotel to destroy my reception. Or dozens of drunk college kids think they were crashing a secret Rave. I head over to grab my husband, who is biting off more then he can handle as usual.
I kick frat boy one in the balls, hit frat boy two in the knee. I hope he wasn't a jock, cause he's now a cripple. I grab my husband's hair, pulling him back from the fight. "What were you thinking taking on the varsity WSU football offensive line?"
"OUCH! Hey I was winning! An it was just five on one, pretty even odds" he smirks in his blood splattered tux. I wipe his bloody lip and kiss him. What else could I do.
We make our way to the exist; Gail and Mia are holding the doors clear. Mia has one of the warming trays as a bat; I think the cheeseburger sliders one. Gail has what's left of one of the vase pedestals. I scan back, Luke is hauling Elliot, while Jason has Carrick. I see Grace charge into the pile around Jose. I hear both screaming in battle rage.
"I didn't think my mother was that blood thirsty?" Chris looks stunned
"That Nothing! You should have seen her going after the Pimp in Detroit. It took five policemen and two stun-guns. She's hell on wheels mama grizzly bear!" Carrick grins at us. He is feeling much better, grinning like a Cheshire Cat
"Yea, I know I was on the receiving end remember?"
"Christian, your mother loves you, she could no more give you up then breath under water. She was off balance, hurt and felt a failure; for failing you. She acted wrongly. We all did. Please forgive us."
Christian simple hugs him. I feel my man's love for his family.
"Hey guys we saved some wedding cake, its not much. But here" Smiles Gwen and Roz; handing us a plate of smashed wedding cake.
"Gave up the fight early Roz?" I tease her
"There was no one left to beat on after the tag team of Jose and Grace. Who knew?" Roz smiles. We all laugh. As the swat and cops finally arrive. We see Grace leaning on Jose laughing like loons. They high five, grinning at us.
"Hell, of a great party we planned!" Jose jokes as we help the exhausted pair into chairs. Waiting on the cops to get to us.
Thirty minutes later:
Welch limps over "I settled the cops; all the cameras and recorder are erased. A certain coed at WSU posted the Rave, seem the freshman editor is holding a grudge."
"Why the party encounter?" Anna asks
"NO! it's me. I kind of hit it and strung her along during your coma. It didn't end well after I met her parents. Then I met Jose. Sorry?" Elliot confesses.
"Well maybe you should talk it out; to stop this before I shave her bald and tape her naked to the WSU flagpole. Jose, they do have a flagpole, don't they?"
"Yepa! Right in the main entrance. I'll do the photos!"
"Alright enough you blood thirsty scurvy crew! Elliott and Jose will talk to her and smooth the waters. I mean it! Anna! you and Gwen will not take revenge, till I tell you can! Christian, Carrick wipe those smirks off, this is going to cost a lot of money and social pain. Alright calm down, say the minimum and don't lose your cool, Ladies and Jose that means you guys!" Welch turns to the arriving Commissioner of Police.
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Wednseday at the Zig Zag
Elliott-pov:
I pin Miss Kavanagh to the seat, breathing fire and brimstone, she shrinks under my words than smacks my Adams apple, kicks my knee and tries to flee. Jose grabs her and we push into a private office in the back.
"All right bit #ch. You are to stop harassing my brother and his wife. That shit at the reception was mean and cruel."
"What are you talking about? I didn't have anything to do with that!"
"Like hell! We traced the Rave announcement to your laptop!"
"What! That doesn't make any sense? My laptop is busted in my condo. Has been since last Tues. I couldn't have done it! I was out of state till this morning?" Kate says and looks confused. I want to believe her?
"Kate, how do you know your laptop was broken?" Jose asks
"My roommate Leia, told me when I was packing. She borrowed it for a paper. Said she'd get it fixed? I haven't seen it or her since I got back."
"Where were you?" I ask
"None of your business Elliott Grey! you don't own me!" she barks and the heat between us is lava. I reach over and cup her face and kiss her lips, we melt together. I need her, like I need Jose. I break and grab his hand, pulling him to us. Kissing him. They are the same. Now I'm confused.
"EL I'm not Bi." Jose whimpers into my neck.
"Try?"
"Elliott? I don't know about this?" Kate waffles. Jose kisses her. They go from peck to third base in a flash. I jump into the three-way.
2hrs later:
We dress, unsure of what we have and are doing. I smirk at the shy pair. Jose has proven to be Bi, but post-orgy he confessed that he had tries with a couple of girls and it hadn't works. I ponder Katie's confession about hating three-ways.
The three of us seem in sync. Almost a complete person. I hug them both. What should I do about this?
"Guys lets go home, to my place and work this out?"
They nod, I am stoked. The best of both worlds. We head out to my love shack. It's a good thing the adults have got a condo in the Capital Hill section of town. I'm not sure how mom will react to my new partnership. Kate giggles we are a reverse Mormon. She has two boyfriends/husbands. This alternative relationship is going to be wild. I suspect with two fashionista and spoiled brats; I'm going to have to make more money. Has my two spouses conspire to remold the house. O' the joys of living together!
"Jose? Stop remodeling and text Luke the info on Katie's ex-roommate. Tell him to get a crew and move her stuff to my house"
"Your House EL?" Jose barks hurt
"Hey I didn't agree to that?" Kate chirps in.
"YES! My house! Which you two will only remodel with my consent. Since we are going to make it our house. I will need to expand the master bedroom to handle the bigger bed, since you both are bed hogs."
"Bed hogs, your sleeping on the couch!" they both say at the same time. I laugh at their staring at each other. Love is so frigging grand. Already my boyfriend and girlfriend are in sync.
I feel my wallet getting lighter and my life better. We pull up to house, I love this place. I dreamed of a family here. my family, with my spouses and kids. Maybe I'm a closet Mormon, ala Frisco; I sit and watch them start to head in, arm in arm. Head to head. They turn smiling at me. I get out of the car. Walking over and hug them.
"Welcome to our house, my boyfriend. My girlfriend. Last one naked on my bed. Has to do the dishes tomorrow."
"you mean tonight?" they both say again together, god that so cute.
"NOPE! Because I'm keeping you both in bed; till late tomorrow afternoon. You two are going to be comatose from the orgasms and pleasure; I plan on unleashing on you two. NOW scoot." I smack their asses as they rush giggling up the stairs.
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Luke-pov
I work the info Joe texted me, this Leia is a piece of work. Nothing seems to fit. Her money is suspect, her classes are fake. Her profile is so fake, I suspect she's a grifter. But why Kavanagh and why Grey? I have a crew to move Kate's stuff to Elliott's. That gotten strange, a three-way with two gay guys. Well Elliott is Bi. So? I guess he's turned Jose Bi. Kavanagh history reads like a female version of Elliott; so, I guess it's? Screw it! it's strange.
The report this morning shows Kate was in Utah at a private alcohol rehab outside of Garden City on beautiful Lake Bear in the north east corner of the state till yesterday morning. She was settling her Mother after a public meltdown in LA at the Walt Disney Concert Hall. Eamon's hold up in the family house outside of Hilo, with his current mistress.
Kate's useless brother is camping out with a cougar in the Hampton when not snoozing thru Columbia. The roommate worries me. who and why is she hunting my girl. Since she showed up, I've felt like she's my little sister. An the boss as one of my kid brothers. I didn't know him before the coma, so I don't know what he was like before Anna. But several people have told me what a sick fu ##K he was. But I have absolute faith in Jason and Gail. Mia is fragile after the family meltdown, but she is resilient. I look at the window watching her reflection; shy, unsure stalking of me. The computer beeps.
I add a forensic guy to the crew, get Leia fingerprints and DNA. I feel my lover hands caress my neck. She nibbles on my neck. Walking cooing noises. That harden me, it's her way of demanding, quality time. I rise and sweep her into my arms and carry her to our bed, rumbled from our earlier exploits. I love her till the faint rays of dawn invade the twilight. I gaze over her face, sated and sweet in sleep. I'm so fu #King luck to have her in my life.
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Christian-pov
I snuggle my girl as the airplane floats south. I need distance between us and the Seattle scene. Only Parks and Jason and Gail are with us. We float along the west side of the Andes mountains, after refueling at Andrés Sabella Gálvez International Airport. We cross at Reserva Natural Los Huascoaltinos into Argentina.
We are landing at Jorge Newbery Airpark in the Palermo section of Buenos Aires. From there we motorcade with four SUV down the Av. Costanera Rafael Obligado to Au Pres. Arturo Umberto Illia. The Park Hotel in the Retiro neighborhood of the city next to San Martin park; directly across from the Torres Monument in Argentine Air Force Square.
We have the Regis suite, the presidential suite with a fantastic view of the San Martin park to the west. The landscape created by the 1889 French urbanist Charles Thays, the trees and walking spaces with the great Ombu tree and National Art Museum.
The Argentine Air Force Square across the street, the former British square before the Falklands war. My girl can't wait to walk the parks, with her two dogs. She teases me. We have a vet visit tomorrow afternoon to get him cleared. Welch got him designated as a security dog, (service dog)so we can take him inside anywhere we go. Sgt is lounging on his bed, snoring blissful as the plane floats over the Andes. I hold my life and future in my arms.
Morning in the Regis suite:
I let my girl sleep, as I walk Sgt across the street in Air Force Square. We meander the grass and around the Brick and marble tower. The black wrought iron fence seems to imprison the towers form. I wonder at the Palladin style, the British thistle of Scotland, the English rose, the Welsh dragon and the Irish shamrock. Its 75.5-meter-tall with large clock face seems more England than Argentina. I read the inscription over the door. "al gran pueblo argentino, los residentes británicos, salud" ('To the health of the Great Argentine people, from the British residents) the local CPO tells me bitterness over the Falklands war occasional see vandalism on the proud structure. I feel for the building, made in friendship and civic spirt, abused by the petty hatred of small minds.
I walk Sgt back to the hotel across the San Martin road. I plan on a breakfast with my lady. Then maybe food afterwards. I pick up the pace.
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We tour the sights in Buenos Aires, sad that the Teatro Colón is closed for remodeling. Won't be open for a couple more years. We tour the Recoleta Cemetery, the Plaza de Mayo, and the El Obelisco dining in the nearby La Estancia Asador Criollo.
The white linen tables, we get the private Emperador' room, its 200-seat capacity is empty with our twelve. We have a quiet corner table, lost in each other's eyes. We have tickets for a nearby show. We split the Parrillada Turística La Estancia chivito, matambre, and pork sausage. Sgt gets the Bife de lomo.
We talk and plan our next few days. We plan a trip to the ocean near Villa Gesell. A quiet Thursday on the beach. I rented several rooms at the Chacras Del Mar. The hotel on the beach south of the city is perfect for the us.
Tomorrow Tuesday, we have some business meeting at companies I'm thinking of acquiring. But tonight, its Teatro Nacional Cervantes performing Barranca abajo (Downhill). A Latin American tragedy, of a Uruguayan patriarch and his family of women who, not unlike Lear. Turmoil and despair, unable to make the transition into modern, liberal society rips and grips the family.
We after dinner meander up the Carlos Pellegrini to Av. Cordoba, crossing the widest Ave in the word the famous Av. 9 de Julia. We have stage level balcony, first suite. Anna is stoked to watch the show. We both have a good handle on Spanish. Poor Gail will use the translator headset, her Spanish isn't good enough to follow the play. We four enjoy the show, each other and comfortable feelings we have.
Anna-pov:
I spend intermission with Gail in the lady's room, getting my make up put back and drying the playfulness of my husband from my thighs. My blue blouse and skirt is very casual compared with the other patron, but I don't care. I am comfortable, and open to my man. His magic fingers never seem to not want to play.
I don't know how I could do this trip without her. Helping me navigate the crowds and sniped remarks about my hidden face. Or stupid attempts by the other females to separate my man and me. I can remember tearing the vice president of the cell phone company down here a new one. After asking Christian to take a private tour of the city with her.
She crawled backwards out of the conference room with me over her every step. Berating her and demanding how a company could employ someone with this stupid and immortal behavior. If Gail hadn't been there, I would have broken her tramp bones.
I smooth my skirt, looking one last time in the mirror. "Anna your perfect, now let's get back to the men before they drink all the wine." She takes my hand and escorts me out to our guys, surrounded and buffered by security. Christian looks relieved we are back.
"I feared SGT was going to have to go psycho on these wanna-to-be's. They tried four time to break thru security. Carlos and Alfonso suits are ruined with red wine." He complains, hugging me tight. I feel his stress.
I take the wine glass, hand it to Parks and kiss my man like we are the only people in the world. Sending him to a happy place. As I come up for air, I see Gail looking all happy and motherly. Our adopted mother and father. I can see Ray and Senior behind them, smiling too. We head back to our seats.
After the meeting tomorrow, we are going to Carlos Thays Botanical garden in the Palermo district. Home to more than 5,000 species of plants, many in organized displays and others not. The tourist guides speak of winding paths and quiet fragrant surrounded benchs, I have a good book on my iPad. If we get bored or just want to walk, we can do the nearby zoo. Although SGT will have to wait in the car.
Sunday:
After services in the La Basílica de San José de Flores, in the Flores section of Almagro's. The middle-class barrio is refreshing from the high society of the downtown. I liked the church during our tour Friday. The Priest even allowed Sgt to enter and stay for the service. He remarked how the Basilica was Pope Francis's family's house of worship, it's was here he decided to dedicate his life to God. His papacy started on March 19, 2013 Saint Joseph's Day (San José - the patron saint of this church). Talks of instructing the youth who would become his boss.
We fly out after a dinner El Muelle Restauranteon the river south of the airport. We take over a section of the outdoor patio as the weather is so nice. The breeze refreshing and the setting of the sun perfect for our last day of our honeymoon.
The isolated house on a pier with its pointed tower, mansard roof and leaded windows, it looks more like a haunted mansion at an old English seaside. El Muelle Restaurante is a break from the beef driven city. We enjoy the Mediterranean styled seafood. We have the locally caught pacú river fish and chips. Enjoy the quiet river traffic an occasional plane. A perfect ending to our honeymoon and the start of our lives.