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You Don’t Get to Say Goodbye… Episode 6B

March 5, 2020

In life, childishness and maturity clash internally at times, most often growing up. There’s a transition period where life becomes a muddled, exciting, insane, formative, blur. More goes on within us than we know. Sometimes, decades pass before we realize lessons we learned when we weren’t aware we were being taught.

Connection 101

Ray and Mary Ann swallowed each others’ tongues at every possible juncture the first couple years. They would get naked on every possible occasion that presented itself, which was far too few in Ray’s mind.

Yet, something else was happening. Mary Ann loved many of the things Ray was passionate about. Music, for instance. She loved live concerts. Rock concerts. Heart. ELO. Frampton. The Police. The only minor hiccup was her disdain for Elton John, Ray’s favorite performer. No matter, they had enough common artists to keep the Elton “thing” at a minimum.

Basketball was another commonality. Mary Ann had a passion for basketball, as did Ray. In fact, Ray played ball every chance he could get. Mary Ann did not like it that Ray could easily beat her one-on-one. Ray loved the fact she did not like that. She possessed a competitive nature. She did not like to lose.

After a while, the focus on sex (without intercourse) diminished a bit. Not much, but enough to allow concerts and basketball to infiltrate their days. Ray played on his church men’s basketball team. He was young and the leading scorer for the team. By far a better player than the rest of the players given their prospective ages which were at a minimum double his own age.

Mary Ann had been attending his church rather than the Catholic church of her upbringing. They eventually hatched a plan to petition the team to give her a spot on the team. Eventually, after getting approval from the team, the church and the league, Mary Ann was finally able to play competitive team basketball.

Ray was head-over-heels. She loved music, basketball…AND SEX!!!! Could there be anyone better?

Ray bodied up against Mary Ann as she attempted to post him up on the right block. He loved when she worked to back him down physically. The contact combined two of his three favorite things in life. Now if only they had some background music…

Mary Ann picked up her dribble, She shot a quick-release step back jumper. Ray attempted to adjust out of his pleasure and back into game mode, but the ball sailed over his outstretched fingertips. Nothing but net.

“That’ll teach you not to be so damned horny all the time!” Mary Ann laughed as he tossed her the ball.

Even though he led 16-2, she still talked shit when she scored. “Yeah, well, if you wouldn’t go braless, maybe I could concentrate better. All I want to do is tackle you and have at those puppies!”

“Better watch out, I might just kick your ass!:

Ray lunged at her as she dribbled to her left. Mary Ann attempted to switch dribbling hands but Ray caught the dribble down low. “Kinda tough to kick my ass without the ball!” Ray laughed.

“What are you talking about? I’ve got two balls!” she exclaimed as she cradled his crotch with her right hand. That allowed her left hand, her dominant hand, free to knock the ball out of his grasp.

She didn’t go after the ball. Neither did Ray. They embraced in a sweaty, passionate kiss. Her hand was now down his shorts, stroking up an erection.

“Do you really want to do this here?”

“Why? Scared we’ll get caught?”

“No. I know we’ll get caught. I’m just not sure you want the world to see your tits,” Ray exclaimed as he lifted her jersey over her head.

Quick as a cat, she darted away, extricating her hand and pulling her top back down with the other hand in the same moment. Ray doubled over in laughter. “You’re so bad!”

“Hey! You grabbed my balls first!”

They both burst out laughing, falling into each other in a heap on the court. They laughed for what seemed like hours to Ray, his sides splitting in joyous pain.

Their lips met as soon as the laughter subsided. Ray closed his eyes to savor the moment. Mary Ann popped up in an instant, grabbed the basketball, and dribbled in for a layup. Ray scrambled to rise up and catch her, but came up a couple steps short of stopping the basket.

Mary Ann took the ball back to the top of the key. “Check,” she stated as she tossed him the ball. “And stop pointing that thing at me!” she laughed as she pointed out his erection.

“Hey, you played with him first. Now he wants to join in!”

They went on to finish their game. Time felt infinite. Ray could not imagine a better girlfriend. He could not imagine a better life. All was right with his world.


In their third year, sexual escapades took on a more mature level. Ray had endured a year of college away from Mary Ann. They still hung out on weekends, but during the week he stayed in the dorm. Se mailed him a letter ever single day. Sometimes the mailbox would be empty and his spirits would drop. Then there’d be two the next day.

The letters did not say much other than “I love you” in 40,000+ different ways. He could not take being away from her, so his second year of college he moved back in with his mother. The one hour commute was a bit much, but at least they could be together more often.

That first year in the dorm, his roomates threw a birthday party for him. They invited some girls from the girls dorm. Ray bought a couple bottles of Bacardi 151. Everyone drank but Ray. One of the girls got drunk and started coming on to him.

The next thing he knew, they were dancing. Then they were dancing toward the desks. Then behind the desks with the behemoth book shelves built into them forming a wall between them and the other partyers.

They kissed. Ray realized his relationship with Mary Ann just shifted. In fact, this could potentially end a perfectly good relationship. What was he doing!

She kissed him again. His will to resist, weak at best, floundered and died a quick death. Hands headed toward breasts and buttons and…

The girl projectile vomited all over Ray’s chest. The sheer volume of puke impressed and mortified him. The girl stood there, terrified by what just transpired.

Ray could not tell if her pale complexion stemmed from sickness or embarrassment. She ran from the room, out the door and down the hall.

“Great. That’s great for you!” Ray exclaimed as he surveyed his soaked shirt and pants. “I can’t come after you with all this puke on me,” he muttered.

Ray did not hold the incident against her. In fact, he wanted to talk to her. He actually desired to see if they could rekindle the spark which led to the unfortunate event.

Alas, she would not speak with him. She would see him walking toward her and she would change sides of the street to avoid him. Ray decided two things. One, the effort it would take to pursue this girl would be overwhelming. Two, his relationship with Mary Ann was too good to toss away like this, so he decided to tell her what happened.

Mary Ann was none too pleased. When he told her about the puke, Mary Ann smiled. “Got what you deserved! Too bad none of it went in your mouth!”

“Oh my god! That’s nasty!”

“Yeah, well, you would have deserved it if it’d happened!”

In this third year, Ray felt so much more stable. His parents paid for his first year of college. The second year, Ray bought a car so he could commute, and the rest of the money he’d saved by working in high school all went toward tuition.

This year, though, saw many good things happen to ray financially. He’d landed a job as manager of a sporting goods store. He traded his car in for a brand new car, transferred to a college 10 minutes from where he lived, and bought a house by being in the right place at the right time.

Now, Mary Ann had graduated from high school. Despite her mother’s objections, she moved in with Ray. They’d decided they would get married. Again, everything looked so perfect.

There was just one problem…

You Don’t Get to Say Goodbye – Episode 6A

February 1, 2020

Blind Passion

The next day. A fateful day in May. The twentieth as a matter of fact. Love wasn’t in the air. Love resided in his veins. Arteries. Yes, heart, but everywhere else in his body as well. Loins. Oh, hell yeah! Loins! Thoughts. Intelligence.

Ray had turned eighteen five months ago. Hormones? Hell yes. Still a virgin. He’d actually met Mary Ann a week ago through his good friend Debbie. He knew Debbie had the hots for him but she was away at 4-H Camp. Debbie would have been the obvious choice. One quick check with her mother and those plans were thwarted. Mary Ann, though, had been flirty. She worked at Burger Chef. She joked about guys ordering a hamburger ATW – all the way.

Going “all the way” was the big thing sexually with teens. Most talked about it. Many did it. Many didn’t. Ray was a “didn’t” who wished to change to the other side. Less than twelve hours after nearly committing suicide over Elizabeth, he found himself driving to Burger Chef with one phantasmal question on his heart, mind and soul…

Mary Ann

“Will you go out with me?” Ray asked across the counter after ordering a burger, fries, and strawberry shake.

Mary Ann’s blush shot fear through his body followed by glee once he noted her eyes. “I get off work at 2:00. I have a short shift today,” Mary Ann responded with an unnerved look. No doubt the shock of Ray showing up to ask her out had not occurred to her in any universe.

“When can I pick you up?”

“How about now?” She stated as she slid his food to him.

Ray’s turn to feel shock hit him like a fiery blast furnace. He hadn’t expected a date today and it was only 1:10. Apparently, Mary Ann did not care too much for her job. She walked to the back of the store, told her manager she did not feel well and that she needed to go home. She called her mother from the store and told her she was going to a movie. She should be home by 10:00.

Ray sat at a table in the far, back corner. He stared at the burger and fries as though they could help him. Panic flooded his nervous system. What would he say. What would they do?

“Ready?” Mary Ann asked, jerking his focus away from the food.

“Let’s go!” Ray nearly shouted with enthusiasm he didn’t know he owned. He grabbed the food and shake and headed to his car.

One of the things Ray and Mary Ann had engaged in when they met courtesy of Debbie was blatant flirting.

“Know any deserted backroads?” Mary Ann asked.

“I know a few,” Ray responded. His heart had to be in the stratosphere.

“Let’s go to the closest one.” Her urgency fueled his. He knew. He knew she would kiss him. He also knew she would do a lot more.

Ray accelerated, turned down West Washington Street and headed through the mountain terrain toward the Wine Cellars – the most secluded place he knew. Within ten minutes, he parked the car behind a stand of trees and underbrush, making his gold car virtually invisible from the two lane road.

Within seconds they parried tongues. They kissed forever or a half-hour depending on which reality you are in.

At some point they exited the car. Fortunately, Ray’s picnic blanket still lay in his trunk until he pulled it out and spread it in a shaded spot more secluded than his car. There, they lay down, resumed passionate kisses that would make a porn star smile, and writhed as two people who had no clue how to do the very thing they knew they desired to do.

At one point, Ray found himself on top of Mary Ann. He slid his hand up her torso, underneath her work shirt. His fingers met her bra. With one movement to her right shoulder, half-dumping him off her, she used both hands behind her back to release the cloth wall obstructing his path. She rolled to her back and locked eyes with him.

He did not break eye contact. Fascination with the emotional changes in her eyes with each millimeter of ground he covered until finally cupping her right breast with his left hand captivated him. His hands were not small. She fit nicely, softly, into his palm. Forefinger and thumb played lightly with her nipple. Her eyes darkened and brightened simultaneously. He loved the reaction.

Ray lowered his head to hers, again moving in millimeters, until each felt the breath of the other, somewhere between a gasp and a pant. He grazed her lips with his, eyes still locked. Pain. Fear. Ecstasy. Excitement. Passion. So many emotions. He knew he appeared just as wild-eyed, if not more so. He pressed his kiss to her lips in ever increasing pressure until their tongues met again. In the middle of this long-lasting, passion-overrun kiss, she moaned involuntarily. Her eyes, lost in the excitement, lolled back as she closed them with a serene, flushed look splayed across her face.

Ray rose slightly. He maneuvered, at great effort, to free his right hand to in turn free the buttons of her blouse from their locked position. Mary Ann opened her eyes once again. A new look appeared. One of higher level intensity. A look Ray had never seen in his life, not even the movies. His fingers fumbled with their task. She did nothing. He continued to knead her breast with his left hand while his right toiled to bring the hidden into view.

Two years, or two minutes later, he brushed back the right side of her blouse with his previously fondling left hand while the left side of the blouse fell to the blanket, gravity being kind. He lightly plowed her bra up to her neck with his right hand, then used both hands to knead and play with those magnificent mounds of female pleasure.

He dropped his gaze from hers, lowered his head, and alternately teased each nipple with his tongue. Soft, quick swirls and licks and nuzzles from his nose. Ray felt lost in toyland with so many places to go and no real direction. She followed his passion as though a violin being played. He teased. He satisfied every thrill he’d ever imagined. He loved that each thrill revived stronger the second time he pressed for it. The thought occurred to him that he could do this forever.

They rolled around. Mary Ann shed her blouse and bra, suckled him to her breast while both hands drove his head deeper into her soft chest further than he’d dared to go. She arched her back. He knew. He knew she craved more. Her hands released his head, but he kept up the pressure. Her breathing accelerated.

Snap. Zip. She grasped his left hand. She pulled in down to the unzippered entrance. Fingers slipped under panties. Moisture.

Ray felt a rising panic. This was where Nannette’s sister and brother-in-law had interrupted. He was not sure what to do. He grazed his middle finger over her clit sending her back into a more pronounced arch. He kept flirting with the little hot spot. at one point, he pressed a little harder. Her hand shot down and lifted his slightly, guiding him to where she needed.

Mary Ann kept her hand on his, feeling his touch both tactilely and vicariously. All this increased her excitement. He could tell by her ever-growing rate of breathing, her moans coming more consistent, and her back bending she must be a near breaking point.

She slid her middle finger over his and curled it inward. The penetration carried her off to someplace Ray could only imagine. The raging, guttural moan presented itself undeniable release. He knew she just climaxed even though he’d never experienced this before.

He didn’t just like it – he loved it.

He kept plunging her further and further into blinding ecstasy until she grabbed his hand at the wrist and yanked it away. She could take no more. Ray buried his face into hers so quick and so hard their teeth clanked. Neither withdrew and the kiss might as well have been two horror movie monsters eating each other’s face off.

At some point, reluctantly, they parted, separated only by their breath but no longer locked in a soul-sucking kiss. Wild eyes replaced by unaddressed glee and laughter, they lay on the blanket, each searching for words. They had not spoken for over an hour.

“Let’s visit Debbie at 4-H,” Mary Ann exclaimed.

Ray felt an overwhelming pang of wrongness but desired to please her above all else. “Ok,” he heard himself reply. She quickly assembled her blouse back on her shoulders, fingers working nimbly to lock the buttons back up. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Ray asked, pointing at the disheveled bra tossed aside in the earlier melee.

“I thought you might like having easier access,” Mary Ann slyly replied.

A wave of intensity raged throughout Ray’s internal body. He pulled her roughly to him and kissed her with a masculine viciousness that surprised him. She caved into him, rubbing her slightly covered breasts against him so he could benefit from the reduced padding.

All Ray could think of was the fact he would get access to her naked breasts, again. Today!

The meeting with Debbie went as Ray had imagined. She stammered a bit while she recovered from seeing them walk up, all over each other, with Mary Ann braless to boot. Debbie regained her composure quickly, but the pain still lurked behind her eyes.

Ray learned something key about Mary Ann at this point. She was not above gloating. She showed him off like a carnival prize, not only a prize, but the largest, toughest one to win. He felt special. He felt buoyed by the intense attention. Nothing else mattered, at least, at that time.

When they left the camp, they needed to find someplace else to go.

“We could go to a movie,” Ray began, “and find a dark corner?”

“I did tell my mom we would be at a movie,” she responded. “And what would we do in that dark corner?”

Ray felt the puffiness of his lips. They’d already kissed so long and so hard that he felt both lips like balloons blown taut on his face. “Make out some more,” he responded.

“Works for me,” she exclaimed.

They ended up at the premier of a major motion picture which went on to change the landscape of movies forever. Ray would have to go back a year later to see what he’d missed. Neither had come up for air the entire movie despite the packed house and others able to see them necking. Fortunately, the film was so compelling, no one even noticed. If they did, not one person said a word.

They saw each other often. Wherever they went, they looked for someplace secluded to make out unless they were out with friends. Debbie was often one of those friends. Ray always felt a twinge of guilt, but she chose to go with them to carnivals, movies, restaurants, etc.

It wasn’t long before Ray moved into another realm of sexual pleasure. They were out on a “picnic” which always resembled that first date with his blanket, off a secluded road. This particular day, they’d found an ideal spot where they both felt confident no one would come around,

Mary Ann popped the snap on her jeans and unzipped them, as usual, but this sun-drenched day, she shimmied out of her pants completely. She lay naked to the world, more importantly, to him, and he dove in without hesitation.

The split-second his tongue brushed her clit, her back arched enough do drive one of those oversized Tonka trucks underneath. This pleased Ray. Mary Ann would give herself over to pleasure like a ravenous beast to food. He played his tongue along her lower lips, flitting and flirting. He’d read somewhere that if you write the alphabet with your tongue around a woman’s clit, it would drive her bonkers. Somewhere around “h” or “k” Mary Ann appeared delirious. In future years, he would remember this and thank his lucky stars he’d read the article which informed him of this special technique.

Ray and Mary Ann explored and experimented with all the sexual intimacy they could think up. Both were virgins and both lived for imaginative endeavors. When it came time for actual intercourse, however, things did not go so well.

Ray was loathe to hurt anyone, especially Mary Ann. Despite her bravado and big talk, Mary Ann did not handle pain well. Whenever Ray attempted to slide himself into her, she complained and said it hurt too much.

“I don’t think I can do this,” she stated one day. “Maybe you’re doing it wrong?”

“Doing it wrong? There’s only one way to do it,” Ray responded. They were a couple years into their relationship. He would tell his closest friend that whenever they got together, he would get lockjaw.

“She loves in when I go down on her,” Ray would say.

“Stop bragging,” his friend would say because he was not getting any sex at all.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but I go down on her much better than she does on me.”

“Again, do I really have to repeat myself?” his friend responded.

“Ok, ok. I just need to talk to someone about this.”

“You probably just have to pop her, you know? Just shove it in real hard and be done with it.”

“That’s a bit crass, don’t you think?”

“Look, there’s those people who would say eating her out on a daily basis is crass. Who gives a shit. Just do it!:

After a while, Ray stopped trying to have intercourse and resigned himself to oral sex. This happened right around the time he proposed…


Blind Passion

You see her eyes
Not their color
Passions. Likes. Dislikes. Inner thoughts. Emotions.

You see her face
Not the eyebrows
Telegraphed desires.
Warmth of her smile
Truth of the glimmer from those aforementioned windows to the soul

You see her body
Not the proportions
The manner in which she moves
When she dances, she’s a smorgasbord of poetry in motion
When she walks she’s a samba
When she talks her body whispers and screams as needed
When she’s gentle, her movements mesmerize
When she touches, the penetration of electricity transits your nervous system’s railways

You hear her voice
Not the soprano or alto
Chords strung in tune to your heart
Strumming away at your soul as a siren invitation
A craving to hear the soft sweet nothing whispered into an anxious ear

Knotted emotions unstrung
She waltzes your passion wherever and whenever she likes
Whether she realizes or not
Captivation a welcome dream to play with in those nether regions between sleep and awake
Dreams but not dreams
Fantasies but, oh hell yes, fantasies
Dark, playful eyes tease and please and beckon and walk away
Cradling your control every step of her way

You buy into passion
Every minute twitch of a lip
Every slight rise of her brow
Every sensual wiggle of her ass on the dance floor
Every demure stroll in her otherworldly gait
Every smile she conjures in you
Every smile she displays on that lovely countenance
Every breathless look she steals from you despite your willingness to give them freely
Every hope which blossoms
Every flirt she throws your way

Blind passion drives you
Whisks you against the current of reason
Driving dreams and lusts to unrealistic levels
Then questions their lack of reality
Causing confusion, delirium, more fantasy, more craving
Knowing your best move calls for withdrawal
You plunge ahead
Telling yourself, “I can handle this”
Knowing full well,
You cannot.

Sweet bliss would entail lips to meet
Underneath eyes meeting
Underneath minds greeting
Overtop hearts beating
Underneath moon gleaming
All to sate one, all-encompassing reality

Blind passion…

And more?…

You Don’t Get to Say Goodbye – Episode 5

November 19, 2019


While the heart may be broken many times, there comes with each a sense that the present one stands as the most painful of all. While the feeling is understandable, retrospect identifies which ones inflicted the most impact. Some become bellwether moments while others get the nod of “that was destined to happen.”

When you reach a point where you no longer own access to your will to live, you know you’re in trouble.


She always walked with a pronounced bounce in her step. This produced a number of mesmerizing effects on Ray. Her hair nearly always sported a ponytail. “Chantilly Lace” came to mind every time he witnessed the phenomena. That bounce in her step fell nowhere near ladylike, yet it came even less close to sultry. The only description Ray could conjure fell to words like joy, self-esteem, confidence, comfortable in her own skin, and free.

Elizabeth was a Jewish girl one grade beneath him. That type of observation stood as an interesting juxtaposition to the fact that she was far more intellectual than anyone in the senior class. She was the only underclassman in the Trig/Calculus class. There were only 7 people in the class out of the entire high school.

Her eyes appeared as large saucers. A deep brown, incredibly expressive nature allowed her to convey joy and merriment without saying a word. She possessed a quick wit and an amazing ability to think 10 steps ahead of most people. Few would call her attractive. She had no physical classic beauty attributes. She would never be confused for a model, or even a “looker.” But to Ray, Elizabeth defined beauty. He could not understand why all his friends could not see just how stunning she was.

He actually knew why they couldn’t get past the physical aspect. They were all caught up in Playboy model types of beauty. Elizabeth had nice curves, if not classic. But she possessed something no other girl in school could come close to: a mind loaded with creativity, exuberance, brilliance, and she genuinely cared for others. She was not “stuck on herself” like so many of her compatriots.

Ray and Elizabeth became fast friends She was a total flirt and Ray loved it. They made up little flirtation phrases and never failed to use them when they passed in the halls of school. She lived quite a ways away on the top of a mountain. Ray would sometimes drive up the mountain to Japonica Lane just to see if he could guess which house was hers. He only did this a couple times because the street ended in a cul-de-sac and there was no way to make the trip down the lane without being noticed. He didn’t want to be creepy.

As his senior year moved quickly on, the prom sprang onto the horizon. Ray was now head-over-heels gaga over this little Jewish waif. He mustered all his will one day and approached her during lunch break.

“Hey Bethry!” Ray tossed her direction, using his flirty name for her.

“Hey! What’s up? Want to find a dark corner?” Ray felt the thrill attached to the mere thought of doing such a thing. They’d been flirting like this for quite some time. Of course, Elizabeth flirted like that with many guys. She was simply bubbly that way.

“You realize prom is coming up soon,” Ray jumped right in.

“Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed.” She shot him that sly, ‘I’m lying’ teasing look, daring him to ask her.

“Would you like to go as my prom date?” Ray’s boldness surprised him.

“Why, I’d be most honored dear sir!” Elizabeth stated in an exaggerated southern drawl. She batted her eyes at him for added effect. He so defined the word smitten.

“Well, me lady, there’s only one thing with regard to this shindig,” Ray replied with a less admirable southern accent.

“And what, pray tell, may that be?” When she was in full flirt mode, Ray could scarcely think, much less corral his thoughts enough to make sense.

“I, uh, um, well, I don’t, I mean, I’ve never really, um, danced before, like, uh, you know, at a dance.” His stumbling did not seem to bother her. In fact, her eyes lit up at his uncomfortable stammering and she poured on the flirtatious charm even more.

“Well, now that seems a mite troublesome as this IS a dance you’re inviting me to, sir!” She winked at him. “I suppose I could teach you some steps if you’re willing…” she tossed over her shoulder as she walked away from him.

Ray stood in place for a moment. She was halfway across the room before he realized she kept glancing back as an invitation to walk with her. He scrambled to catch up. “Oh, I’m willing, ma’am. I’d be much obliged!”

She grinned. “I’ll be wearing a long, yellow dress.”

She strolled into her after-lunch classroom and winked at him once again.

Ray drifted down the hallway, in search of that part of his brain which would tell him where HIS next class was located.


Prom night arrived. Ray drove up to Japonica Lane for the first time as a legitimate interloper. Her house stood near the end of the cul-de-sac on the left side. She met him at the door in her gorgeous yellow dress, her long hair incredibly styled with a couple slender curls parading behind her cheeks and the rest of her hair in an elaborate mix of ties and swirls. He’d never experienced beauty on this level. Ray knew overwhelming love for the first time in his life.

Yes, he’d been gaga crazy for Dawna and Rachel, and Tamara, but Elizabeth had established residence in his heart over nearly a year of interaction and flirting and intellectual sparring. Ray loved her on levels he’d never known existed.

“Are you ready, me lady, to trip the light fantastic?”

“Absolutely dear sir, as long as you don’t trip me on the dance-floor!” she teased.

One of the great things about being with Elizabeth was that he could be himself. Yes, she was a big time flirt. Yes, she was intellectually intimidating at times, but she never lorded these attributes over him, or anyone else for that matter. She simply lived in her skin and allowed those around her to do the same.

At the dance, the music was loud and Ray felt immediately intimidated. Flashbacks to his one dance with Dawna and how awkward they both were flooded his heart. They each were stiff and frightened. Ray feared he would be the same now, nearly six years later.

Elizabeth immediately tamped down his fears by becoming her usual social butterfly self. They went around and spoke with people each of them knew. This established a comfortable rapport between her and Ray. Earth, Wind and Fire whisked through the speakers with their new song, “September.”

“Ready to dance?” she asked without segue.

“I…I guess,” Ray stammered.

“Don’t worry. This is easy. It’s a swing. All you have to do is remember 1,2, rock step,” she instructed.

Ray had no clue what that meant. “Uh, ok.”

“Here’s how we get into dance position,” she shouted over the music. “Give me your left hand! Ok, now put your right hand on my waist right here on my back,” she instructed by placing his hand just above her left hip.

Ray noticed how tightly her yellow gown hugged her hips. Something within him screamed to slide his hand down a few inches… “Ok, got it,” Ray stated with disguised fear.

“You begin with your left foot. We dance in place to begin with. Your left foot we step forward just a little bit. That’s “1.” You lift your right foot and set it down, that’s “2.” You bring your left foot back just behind your right heel. That’s “rock.” You lift your right foot and set it back down again. That’s “step.” 1,2, rock step. 1,2, rock step.

Ray felt stiff as a board. He felt like Frankenstein, unable to unlock his knees. But he tried the 1, 2, rock step. To his amazement, she matched him. His left hand was holding her right hand. His right hand was just above that beautiful curve in her gown. He felt his knees begin to relax. Now all he needed to do was find the beat of the music.

By the end of the song, Ray had actually managed to find the rhythm and become slightly competent.

“You’re a good listener!” Elizabeth exclaimed as the music died down.

“Hopefully, I’ll get to be a good dancer at some point,” Ray replied.

“Don’t worry about it. Look at all the people too scared to get out here and dance!” She smiled up at him. “You’re already better than them and that was your first dance!”

Over the course of the evening, they talked and danced a few more times. They fell into a comfortable rhythm. They held hands a lot. This was pure heaven for Ray. He remembered how thrilling it was to walk around holding hands with Rachel five years ago. This was far better!

Near the end of the evening, Ray felt compelled to pop the question. He knew this was what he needed to do. He knew he would kick himself if he did not at least try. Elizabeth was the girl for him. Every fiber in his body told him this was right. There would be no better time than this dance to ask.

“Uh, Beth,” Ray began.

“Yes?” she crooned, batting her eyes up at him.

She must have noted his tone, his non-use of his pet names for her, and his nervousness. “Would you go with me?” As soon as he said it, he wondered at how goofy it sounded on one hand and how serious on the other. Shouldn’t it be “go steady with me?” But this was the vernacular of the day, and he was sure he’d said it right.

Her eyes lit up and she appeared to reach another level of glee. “Yes. Yes, I will go with you!” She hugged him and from that minute forward, for the rest of the evening, everything became a muddled blur.

When they arrived back at her house, he walked her to the door. He knew he needed to kiss her. Not that he didn’t want to, but it was imperative that he actually work up the nerve to kiss her. As he bent over to press his lips to hers, he noted at how short she was compared to him. Not that this mattered in any way to him other than he did not want this kiss to be awkward. Their lips finally met.

Hers were so soft. The connection electrified him. The power jolt nearly knocked him away as he struggled to maintain the kiss, to linger just a bit, so as to extend it forever in his heart and mind.

“I’ll come up tomorrow if you like,” Ray stated, working hard to keep himself steady. His knees felt like they would buckle.

“That would be nice,” she said as she slipped in the door.

“See you tomorrow, Bethry,” he smiled as he stepped back.



Ray was nervous. He’d actually asked Elizabeth to go with him, she’d actually said yes, and he was going to head up the mountain. To bolster his confidence, he asked their mutual friend,Teresa, to go up with him. It turned out that Mark Turney lived next door to Elizabeth and Teresa had a crush on him. This would be a great way to introduce Teresa and Mark and help Ray overcome his fear.

When they pulled up to Elizabeth’s house, there were cars in her driveway, so Ray parked across the street in an empty lot. Ray and Teresa strolled across the street. They found Beth sitting on Mark’s lap on his front porch.

Ray was stunned. Mark had his arms around her and she simply sat there as he and Teresa approached. She greeted them as did Mark. Elizabeth did not move from Mark’s lap, nor did Mark release his arms from around Ray’s girlfriend. Teresa, being a chatterbox by nature, immediately struck up a conversation. Mark and Elizabeth interacted in the conversation. There was joviality, laughter, and a steady stream of words. Teresa kept the conversation going and going and going.

After the conversation had droned on for ten minutes, Elizabeth noted Ray had not spoken as yet. He and Teresa remained in the yard looking up at Mark and Elizabeth on the porch. “You haven’t said a word Ray! Say something!” Elizabeth exhorted.

Everything within Ray’s world had crumbled at this point. This was not the way it was supposed to be. His girlfriend on another guy’s lap. Not only another guy, an extremely attractive, intelligent guy home from his first year in college. Everything hurt inside. His heart. His mind. His soul. He could not find anything to say. Anger flushed through him and yanked a word from his mouth. “Something.”

Ray turned on his heel and headed back to the car. Teresa stumbled verbally as, right after Ray had spoken, she’d attempted to get the conversation going again.

“Well, uh, I told Ray I had to get back home pretty quick, so I, uh, I gotta run!” Teresa said as she backpedaled toward the car whose engine just roared to life. “See you at school tomorrow!”

“I’m so sorry, Ray,” Teresa said, trying to console him as he drove down the mountain.

“That was not right, was it? I mean, she’s my girlfriend and she did not even come down and hug me and she just kept sitting on his lap like it was not something that would bother me. Am I crazy?” Ray blurted through tears streaming his cheeks.

“No. No, that was not good. She should not have done that,” Teresa agreed.

He dropped Teresa off. It was dusk. Ray decided to drive up to the top of one of his favorite mountains. When he reached the top, he turned off the engine and cried for a couple hours, attempting to work through what had just happened.

The moon rose above an adjacent mountain. The view over the ledge where he’d parked took on a surreal appearance. He started up the engine. All it would take would be a short acceleration. He and the car would fall gloriously to a demolished end at the bottom of the rocky mountainside. He did not want to live. It seemed that he would never find anyone who would love him.

He searched and searched and could not find a reason to keep living. He shifted the car into drive. He placed his left foot on the brake, his right on the gas pedal. All it would take…

Why should I live? What hope do I have? I want one piece of hope. One reason…


He’d just met her through a mutual friend a few days ago. She actually flirted with him. He would ask her out. “If she says no, he’ll come back to this spot and floor it without stopping…”


Broken Heart

Dreary become the days of solitude and loneliness
Beacon searching no longer a thing
Sad songs resonate with a wounded heart
Tears released as the songstress sings
Too much sadness, too little joy
Heart too mangled as an abused little toy
No respite for a deep-feeling soul
All that remains is that abysmal hole
The one in his heart open, inflamed
The one left to fester, unexplained
Hope, a faint, far distant memory
Hope, a fading, far distant memory
Hope, a dying, far distant memory

Dreary then, the days of solitude and misery…


You Don’t Get to Say Goodbye – Episode 4

November 3, 2019

Sometimes we take not only the road less traveled, but also the road less lighted. Yes, delving into darkness can be thrilling, frightening, and educational. Little good ever comes of such endeavors unless you take the time to learn something. In some cases, the lessons don’t reach you for many years. But isn’t that the way of most everything? Even now, on the other side of halfway, lessons still present themselves. Concepts you like to think you could have grasped back in the day, but when you’re really truthful with yourself. the fact that you didn’t get it until now tells you everything you need to know about who you were then…

Sometimes we go slumming…


Ray had never been one to associate with “the wrong people.” He’s always managed to steer clear of the ruffians, the bad girls, the smokers, the druggies, etc. For the most part, this was not a conscious choice. He simply, genuinely, had little in common with those types of people. The “selective” nature of his association with people sprung directly from his own personality.

Ray was now a senior. He felt the burden of not having a steady girlfriend since seventh grade. The situation had very little to do with his desire. Quite possibly he wanted one too much. His overwhelming shyness thwarted him at every turn. All his attempts at flirting and double-entendre were admirable. In fact, he had a number of girls he flirted with often. He simply could not bring himself to close the deal.

TJ was gone. He’d gotten a girl pregnant and graduated a year early. All Ray’s other friends liked to play sports, so Ray enjoyed his time on the basketball court or playing football. He also worked delivering newspapers from 2:30am to 5:00am every day. He had loads of money. He had loads of time. While his friends had to work evenings, he had them free and clear.

His third period class had him sitting near the door. His teacher left the door open most of the time, as did the teacher diagonally across the hall. Early in the semester, Ray noticed a girl with jet black hair cascading down her back like a licorice waterfall. One particular autumn day she made eyes at him.

He felt a rush of blood through his face and the tingle flare throughout his body. She appeared to be attractive, at least from a distance. That was good enough for him. He knew she was a sophomore because he noted a couple of familiar faces in the same room with her. He winked at her the first opportunity that popped up.

She smiled.

If it took being a senior to catch a girl’s eye, he was not above it. In fact, their grade levels gave him a confidence advantage. His senior status would carry quite a bit of weight. Any sophomore worth her salt would leap at a chance to go out with a senior.

The non verbal flirting went on for a couple weeks. His cursed shyness still ate at him. Ray managed to get her name – Nannette – and a few little tidbits of information on her. She lived in the bad section of town, a place Ray had never ventured. He still wouldn’t either. Ray’s sister warned him off.

“Nanette is not very nice. I don’t think she’s very clean, either.” Lea was a sophomore and had a couple classes with Nannette. “You could do so much better.”

“What do you mean, ‘she’s not very clean?”

“Her hair is greasy and she looks and smells like she takes a shower once a week.”

Ray kept his thoughts to himself. He realized Nanette possessed more bad-girl tendencies than good. She also fell outside his preferred body type. Ray liked lithe, somewhat thin girls who stood a bit taller than most. Nanette was short and stocky, although she was developing nicely. She would never grow into a woman Ray would be physically attracted to…

None of that mattered. Nanette was interested in him and he was interested in what she could teach him. No doubt she did not own much “thinking power.” Nannette was far too base and dull of wit to ever be confused with an intellectual being. Another of Ray’s criteria she did not meet.

In fact, the only criteria which had Ray pursuing her was that she was interested, available, and apparently somewhat hot to trot.

One morning after class, they met in the hallway. “Are you ever going to ask me out?” Nannette queried with a tease.

“Of course I am,” Ray drawled, buying time for his normally nimble mind to shift into the right gear. “In fact, I was thinking we could go to a movie this Friday.”

“Oh, crap!” she exclaimed. “I’m babysitting for my sister. Her and her husband are going out to a movie. He’s a marine, you know.”

“Bummer,” Ray replied, more relieved than bummed.

“But you could…” Nanette trailed the partial sentence off with an intensely devious, flirtatious look in her eye.

“I could what?” Ray asked, intrigued.

“Well…you could come over to my brother-in-law’s house when I put the baby down for the evening.”

“Would they be ok with that?” Ray asked, hoping the answer would be positive.

“What they don’t know…”

“What time?” he heard himself asking.

“Let’s shoot for eight o’clock. Here’s the address.” She handed him a piece of paper containing the nearly illegible address scrawled in ink (another thing Ray did not care for – sloppy writing).

“I’ll be there,” he stated boldly, even though every muscle in his body felt weak and rubbery.

“I will turn the light in the front room on and off three times. That way you’ll know its safe to come in.” She giggled with excitement. Ray fed on that giddy feeling himself. He worked hard to control his excitement.

“I look forward to it,” he stated far more calmly than he felt.


Over the course of the next two days, Ray drove out to the address Nanette had handed him. He observed the neighbors, their houses, and places he could park which would not draw attention.  He wanted to make certain nothing could go wrong. He could not imagine what would happen if they got caught. Whatever that would look like, he knew he wanted no part of it.

Friday night arrived. Ray’s palms gleamed with sweat underneath the streetlight. He’d parked behind the house because there were no lights. It would be difficult for anyone to even know he had parked there. He arrived a half-hour early. Ray strolled through the yard, making a mental note of any obstacles which might get in his way if he had to bolt.

The only major obstacle was a small, stone fence which nearly encircled the house in a horseshoe shape. The wall-fence did not stand particularly tall, Maybe three feet. He could easily jump that. He was hoping Nanette would signal with the light earlier than eight o’clock. Of course, she had no way of knowing he was out there.

Ray kept checking his watch. It was ten after eight. Had she played him? Was he  a fool for believing her? How cruel would that be?

Electricity pin-balled throughout his body as the front light flicked off and on three times. His stomach knotted up. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead despite the chill, autumn air. He made his way through the front gate and onto the porch.

Wood planks revealed his presence. Before he could knock, Nanette opened the door. She shushed him with an index finger to her lips. “She would not go to sleep. It took me forever to get her to crash.”

She stepped back and let him in, then checked behind him before closing the door.

“We can sit on the couch,” she said, pointing to a dilapidated couch covered with a yellow comforter.

Ray strolled over and sat down with Nanette joining him quickly.

He put his right arm around her and she turned and shoved her lips on his. This kiss exploded fire throughout his body.

Nanette unbuttoned the second button on her blouse. He disengaged the kiss and took the not-so-subtle hint. His left hand slid across the opening she’d created and slipped underneath her bra. Her nipple was so tiny and quite taut. She moaned as soon as his fingers made contact with the delicacy.

Ray’s mind jumped images of flicking that nipple with his tongue. This one thought dominated everything within him. He could not focus on anything else. His fingers left the soft mound of her breast and paired up with his right hand. They worked on disengaging the rest of the buttons on her blouse.

She joined in as though the world would end within the next minute. Nanette wriggled out of her top while Ray fumbled with the bra. He had no clue how to get that damned thing off! Nanette giggled and flicked something on the back and Ray felt the resistance of pent-up flesh release.

In the darkness, Ray marveled at their Siamese, pristine beauty. Both nipples now stared at him. Dull light from the lamp in the window was the only illumination to serve him. His face dove onto her right breast. His tongue gleefully danced on top of that tight pinnacle.

“She must be liking it,” he thought as she moaned reassurance to his overstimulated brain.

It appeared there would be minimal conversation. Ray squeezed and licked and flicked and toyed with those incredible breasts – incredible simply because they were the first he’d ever experienced – until Nanette shocked his senses again.

She unsnapped her jeans. Her short little fingers worked the zipper down as Ray froze on his chest-high perch. He sat up, placed his right arm around her shoulders again, and kissed her.


He did not let up. His left hand made contact with her naked stomach. Her moan became more shrill. His fingers snaked beneath her jeans. Her panties. They met a soft carpet of hair. Then wetness…an opening…a moan more guttural now…and…and…

A car engine and headlights in the window of the back rooms were followed by two car doors shutting.

“Shit!” Nanette exclaimed. She scrambled to get her clothes back together. “They’re home early!”

All the known demons to mankind and more assaulted Ray’s overstimulated heart. Fear and panic ripped at him. True fight or flight took over. Fortunately his clothes remained on, although he noted she had unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants at some point.

“Get out!” Nanette whisper-shouted as she stood and zipped her jeans. “They’ll come in the back door because they park in the back driveway.”

Ray muttered something unintelligible, even to himself. He grabbed at the waistline to his pants to keep them from falling to his knees and causing a tumbling disaster. He leaped off the front porch, felt grateful for his previous recognizance of the yard, and dove over the stone fence.

He crawled up next to the fence, breathing like every molecule of oxygen was necessary for his survival. He strained his ears for sounds of voices or footsteps. No door flew open with a clatter. No harsh yelling ensued from within the house.

As Ray fumbled, ever so quietly, to re-zip his pants and buckle his belt, crickets and sounds of the night went on their merry way without regard to Ray, the arrival of Nanette’s sister and brother-in-law, and what had transpired within those walls.

Not trusting the moment, Ray remained on the ground. The cold earth beneath him seeped into his clothing, through the layers of his skin, and into his bones. He was in over his head. This was not romance. This was not how he’d envisioned a relationship. The wrongness of it all took over his thoughts. He needed out.

After another five minutes, the cold became unbearable. Ray rose stiffly to his feet, a wary eye on the windows and door. He stretched out his recalcitrant muscles. The faster route back to his car lay before him, through the yard. He chastised himself for parking in back of the house now. Ray started off at a brisk walk, then a full sprint, taking the long way around the block. He slowed down as he approached his car. Now was not the time for anything careless.

He unlocked the door, slid into the seat, and prayed the dilapidated Chevy Vega would spring to life on the first try. Of course, it didn’t. Nor the second. Nor the third. A white cloud of smoke signaled the engine bursting to life, albeit sputtering like it was on its last breath. He shoved Leftoverture into the 8 track and was greeted by “Carry on My Wayward Son.”

Ray snickered as he pulled his car away to relative safety. He realized as the words, “there’ll be peace when you are gone” rose from his speakers, that they hadn’t even said goodbye…



Youth and desire
Burning questions

If the questions burn,
What is their fuel?

Most often – intellect.

Intelligence appears as a backseat to wanton desire
Decisions follow created paths carved into reality
No discernable trail
No logical success outcome
No real chance to make any dream come true
Because the dream does not exist in the real world.

Road blocks
Unexpected variances
Surprise situations


In those short moments
Those ideal
Exhilarating moments where reality meets fantasy

Where imagination
All meet with rooms, and couches, and clothes, and skin, and secretions, and electricity

There meets reality and the world you most desire.
There resides the snippets in life where memories love to be colored like a favorite coloring book
There lives the ashes, mingled with the laughter at oneself decades later
There, splayed out on the pages of your mind, rest the moving pictures of your life
There you revisit them

Yes, the thrill and adrenalin long ago faded into less than mist
But for that moment…

You were kissed…

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