98 miles from home. They were huddled around a pile of burning dried
cactus, Eric was telling Laura a story of his martial arts career.
"*Sigh* there were about 120 people, 63 of them belonging to the Korean team, Grandfather was the coach of the American team; only 7 guys. That was the best competition I ever went to"
"So you went to the 2028 summer games in Tripoli?" said Laura, her arms wrapped around her knees, rocking back on her tailbone
"Ah, ah, ah," said Eric quickly "Not just went; came home with a gold medal for gyroogi"
"Whoozajiggawha?" asked Laura
"Sparring," said Eric, cracking up "anyways, I had to spar a French guy; name was Master Jacques Louvrè, 4th Dan black belt, like myself, I beat him 24-19, and got a massive head injury in the 3rd round"
"What's that?" she inquired, studying his head
"Big ol' gash in my face," said Eric, tracing I gigantic, but barely visible scar across his face
"Ouch," she said "That's gotta suck"
They were on the last leg of their journey through the harsh Texas desert, a mere 42 miles from Huston, on their way through a small town called LaGrange, they had purchased additional supplies, and continued on. It rained that night, so there was no fire; Eric and Laura were huddled together under a giant rock formation, there was a great rainstorm from dark gray stratus and cumulus clouds blanketing the late night Texas sky.
Laura had her head lay in Eric's lap, he was idly stroking her hair, staring ad the drips of precipitation leaking down from the top of the rocky crag.
"Tell me more about Rio Grande," requested Laura
"Now," interrupted Eric "Wait just a cotton-pickin' minute! This whole trip we've talked about me, my life, my experiences, my stuff; enough about me, I wanna hear about you for a change!"
Laura lifted her head "Me?" she asked, "What do you want to hear about me for? I'd probably just bore you to death, anyways"
"Yeah," laughed Eric "Like I'm not gonna die of boredom way the hell out here, anyhow? Sounds to me like you're hiding something."
"Fine," she said brusquely, "Lemme tell you a thing or two about myself. As I told you before, I was raised in Lisbon from a very young age; my father was the head of a big law firm, Wilson, Thompson, Knackson, and sons. My mother was a professional model, obsessed with the proposition of the "perfect tan", so she was almost a scientist if you will. We had a big seaside villa on the outskirts of Lisbon, by a not often traveled region by the strait of Gibraltar…"
She paused…
"Go on," said Eric "I was rather beginning to enjoy the story of the beloverly lady"
"Can I tell you a secret?" she asked him
"Sure," mocked Eric "But make sure Bobbi Jo isn't listening, she's the biggest blabbermouth in school!"
"Something I've never told anyone" she continued, obliviously
"Uh," started Eric, beginning to see the somberness of what she was about to tell him "Yeah, sure, Mum's the word."
"When I was little, my mother had a sun room on the roof of our villa; she used to sunbathe there… in the nude…"
She proceeded to tell the painful story of her childhood; her upbringing had been good; with the exception of this; her parents had never bothered to teach her the dangers of nudity in the modern world, what it could cause people to do quite rashly. Once she was finished, she buried her head in Eric's shoulder, and began to sob uncontrollably. Eric took his index finger and gently lifted her head, then, looking into her eyes, he spoke.
"Laura," he started "When I was 12 years old, my dad caught my looking at his stash of playboy magazines; but rather than tell mom and ground me and make an example of me, he just sat me down on his bed and gave me this speech. He told me 'Eric, there comes a time in every young person's life when they go through something called puberty; but it's not something to worry about, really,' he tells me 'your body is changing in ways nobody can explain, and, of course, you'll want to explore this; that's okay; just as long as you're not hurting anyone else'"
There was a pause
"Over the years," he said "A lot of adults I've known have tried to play the wise man, but none have been better suited for that job than my dad; lord, he is a smart guy!"
Laura wiped the tears from her eyes "Eric," she said, hoarsely "what would I do without you?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, shortly afterwards, he lifted his head
"The feeling's mutual"
He kissed her again, and again, and then some more, entangled in each other the fell to the ground.
Author's note: In answer to the question you sick perverts are probably asking yourselves; no they did not have sex! Sheezus! Can't you people appreciate a good romantic moment when you see one?
"I'll bet if you would have frisked me, you would have found it… because I was keeping it in my butt!"
-Darrel Hammond (as Sean Connery) Saturday Night Live
"*Sigh* there were about 120 people, 63 of them belonging to the Korean team, Grandfather was the coach of the American team; only 7 guys. That was the best competition I ever went to"
"So you went to the 2028 summer games in Tripoli?" said Laura, her arms wrapped around her knees, rocking back on her tailbone
"Ah, ah, ah," said Eric quickly "Not just went; came home with a gold medal for gyroogi"
"Whoozajiggawha?" asked Laura
"Sparring," said Eric, cracking up "anyways, I had to spar a French guy; name was Master Jacques Louvrè, 4th Dan black belt, like myself, I beat him 24-19, and got a massive head injury in the 3rd round"
"What's that?" she inquired, studying his head
"Big ol' gash in my face," said Eric, tracing I gigantic, but barely visible scar across his face
"Ouch," she said "That's gotta suck"
They were on the last leg of their journey through the harsh Texas desert, a mere 42 miles from Huston, on their way through a small town called LaGrange, they had purchased additional supplies, and continued on. It rained that night, so there was no fire; Eric and Laura were huddled together under a giant rock formation, there was a great rainstorm from dark gray stratus and cumulus clouds blanketing the late night Texas sky.
Laura had her head lay in Eric's lap, he was idly stroking her hair, staring ad the drips of precipitation leaking down from the top of the rocky crag.
"Tell me more about Rio Grande," requested Laura
"Now," interrupted Eric "Wait just a cotton-pickin' minute! This whole trip we've talked about me, my life, my experiences, my stuff; enough about me, I wanna hear about you for a change!"
Laura lifted her head "Me?" she asked, "What do you want to hear about me for? I'd probably just bore you to death, anyways"
"Yeah," laughed Eric "Like I'm not gonna die of boredom way the hell out here, anyhow? Sounds to me like you're hiding something."
"Fine," she said brusquely, "Lemme tell you a thing or two about myself. As I told you before, I was raised in Lisbon from a very young age; my father was the head of a big law firm, Wilson, Thompson, Knackson, and sons. My mother was a professional model, obsessed with the proposition of the "perfect tan", so she was almost a scientist if you will. We had a big seaside villa on the outskirts of Lisbon, by a not often traveled region by the strait of Gibraltar…"
She paused…
"Go on," said Eric "I was rather beginning to enjoy the story of the beloverly lady"
"Can I tell you a secret?" she asked him
"Sure," mocked Eric "But make sure Bobbi Jo isn't listening, she's the biggest blabbermouth in school!"
"Something I've never told anyone" she continued, obliviously
"Uh," started Eric, beginning to see the somberness of what she was about to tell him "Yeah, sure, Mum's the word."
"When I was little, my mother had a sun room on the roof of our villa; she used to sunbathe there… in the nude…"
She proceeded to tell the painful story of her childhood; her upbringing had been good; with the exception of this; her parents had never bothered to teach her the dangers of nudity in the modern world, what it could cause people to do quite rashly. Once she was finished, she buried her head in Eric's shoulder, and began to sob uncontrollably. Eric took his index finger and gently lifted her head, then, looking into her eyes, he spoke.
"Laura," he started "When I was 12 years old, my dad caught my looking at his stash of playboy magazines; but rather than tell mom and ground me and make an example of me, he just sat me down on his bed and gave me this speech. He told me 'Eric, there comes a time in every young person's life when they go through something called puberty; but it's not something to worry about, really,' he tells me 'your body is changing in ways nobody can explain, and, of course, you'll want to explore this; that's okay; just as long as you're not hurting anyone else'"
There was a pause
"Over the years," he said "A lot of adults I've known have tried to play the wise man, but none have been better suited for that job than my dad; lord, he is a smart guy!"
Laura wiped the tears from her eyes "Eric," she said, hoarsely "what would I do without you?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, shortly afterwards, he lifted his head
"The feeling's mutual"
He kissed her again, and again, and then some more, entangled in each other the fell to the ground.
Author's note: In answer to the question you sick perverts are probably asking yourselves; no they did not have sex! Sheezus! Can't you people appreciate a good romantic moment when you see one?
"I'll bet if you would have frisked me, you would have found it… because I was keeping it in my butt!"
-Darrel Hammond (as Sean Connery) Saturday Night Live