Love in Strange Places. Anonymous

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      As I wandered through the crowd, that thought kept repeating itself over and over again in my mind . . . tomorrow would be my last chance. But, suppose I did get it all worked out in my head. Then what? Would I talk Rebel into quitting the carnival? Would he consider settling down in our little town and becoming a regular citizen? Would he be the same person I’d fallen for if he made that change?

      As the carnival lights blinked out that night, the surge of passion I felt watching Rebel as he shut down the Death Machine pushed all other thoughts from my head. I burned for him, and tonight, I knew I wouldn’t be rushing to get home. Tonight would tell the tale.

      I couldn’t wait to have his hands on me. The lights went out then, and as he finished locking up, I pressed myself against his back. I heard him catch his breath. Then his head rolled back, eyes closed, as his hands reached back and found my thighs. I swayed gently against him. His hands slid under my miniskirt. My arms were wrapped around him, my hands caressing his muscular chest. Then my hands moved downward, down to that special place that told me how much he wanted me. Rebel moaned lowly, then turned and clasped me to him. As he bent to kiss me, he slid down onto the roller coaster entry ramp, pulling me astride him. He slid my panties off, and then handed me a condom.

      “You do it,” he said huskily.

      There we were, where anyone might see, only the darkness to hide us, and I didn’t care. As I rolled the sheath onto him, I could feel my excitement building to an uncontrollable pitch. Our coupling there on the entrance to the Death Machine was even more passionate than before. I hadn’t known these depths were in me. I couldn’t imagine ever giving him up.

      When it was over, and we’d caught our breath, Rebel helped me to my feet. He slid his arm possessively around me and led the way to his trailer. He stopped me just outside the door and made me close my eyes and wait while he went inside. I felt light-headed. I’d surrendered myself to whatever the night would bring.

      Rebel popped out of the door and came to me, looping an arm around my waist and holding my hand as he ushered me into his place. When I opened my eyes, a warm glow enveloped me. Rebel must’ve placed fifty candles around the small room. The couch was made out into a double bed, on which he’d spread luxurious, black silken sheets. Cool jazz emanated from speakers in all four corners.

      As a tenor sax wailed seductively into the night, Rebel lifted me in his arms and placed me gently on the bed. Then, with a mock flourish and a wicked grin, he produced two wineglasses and a bottle of wine. As I lounged on the bed, sipping my wine, he opened the refrigerator and removed a platter containing a wedge of cheese, crackers, smoked oysters, and olives and carefully placed the platter on the bed beside me.

      “I’m all sweaty. I’m gonna jump in the shower. Care to join me?” he asked.

      I hesitated momentarily, but a duet shower sounded very good. “Sure,” I said.

      What came next at first astonished me, then felt wonderfully sexy. Rebel picked up two towels, took me by the hand, and led me outside.

      “Where are we going?” I asked.

      “You’ll see,” was all he said.

      Then he led me around behind the trailer to a wooden platform with a large, circular rod overhead supporting a shower curtain that encompassed it, and a large, plastic container overhead. He shed his clothes, piling them on a nearby yard chair, and reached to slip my top off over my head.

      “What’s this?” I asked, a bit unsure about what, exactly, was going on.

      “The shower,” he answered, a mischievous grin teasing at the corners of his mouth.

      “What?”

      “You said you wanted a shower . . . well, get naked, then. This is it. Come on in.”

      With that, he parted the shower curtain and entered the platform, pulling me in after him. As I quickly shed my clothes and tossed them onto the chair, he turned some handles, and suddenly, wonderfully hot water cascaded over us.

      “How do you get hot water out here?” I asked, laughing in wonderment.

      “Solar heat,” he said. “I have a portable panel set up just over there.” He motioned with his head.

      It was the most sensuous shower I’ve ever had. We lathered each other’s bodies with our hands, caressing, stroking gently. Then, as the hot water cleansed us, Rebel embraced me tenderly, planting kisses all over my body.

      Refreshed and relaxed, we lounged on the bed afterward, wrapped in towels, and dug into the snacks he’d prepared for us. As we worked on the second bottle of wine, he lay on his side, looking at me silently. A wistful, almost sad look came into his dark eyes. As I reached out to him, he took me into his arms. Every nerve ending in my body seemed more alive than ever before. He caressed me, held me tight, and made soft, tender love to me. I slept a deep, peaceful sleep in his arms that night.

      Hours later, I woke to find him propped on his side, facing me, those black pools of his eyes reflecting the warmth of the morning sun, a sweet smile on his lips. The chirp of grasshoppers in their summer assault on the nearby fields accented the laziness I felt as I stretched out on the silken sheets. Just then, at that moment, my world was perfect. I wanted nothing more than to lie there in the summer morning and not have to move even a toe. I smiled at Rebel, then lazily closed my eyes again. His fingers traced paths up and down my body like feathers on the wind. I felt the passion begin to build inside me. Then, once again, we made love tenderly, lovingly, completely.

      “I’m not married,” he said, out of the blue, as we lay in each other’s arms afterward. There was a palpable silence. Then, very lowly, he said, “But the truth is, I almost was… once.”

      “What happened?” I asked.

      There followed a long pause, and then he said, “She left me,” and offered nothing more. His life was still a complete mystery to me, but the things I felt in his arms couldn’t, wouldn’t, be denied.

      Finally, hunger pangs reminded me that we had other human needs to tend. “If you’ll go get my bag out of my car, I’ll see what I can put together for breakfast,” I said, though I would have preferred to lie there naked with Rebel all day long.

      I pulled on one of his T-shirts and began to rummage through the small refrigerator and the cabinets in search of breakfast fixings. To my surprise, he had eggs and sausage, biscuits, coffee, and jam—even some scallions to chop into the eggs as I scrambled them. We ate, and I set about cleaning up afterward.

      Rebel sat in his chair and watched me, a strange, unreadable look on his face. Then he got up and left—without a word, without a kiss, without a gesture of any kind. He just left. The invisible barrier had slammed back into place. I had no idea why. I killed as much time as I could in the trailer, but as a couple of hours passed with nothing from Rebel, an uncomfortable, restless feeling overcame me.

      Had I been dismissed?

      Was our time together already over?

      Something clutched at my heart. Not knowing what else to do, I took my bag and headed for my car.

      But my path took me to the roller coaster, instead. As I shielded СКАЧАТЬ