Thursday, December 15, 2011

I'm Done: Part 2

I'm Done: Part 2
©2011 Mika Star

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Kyle froze the moment he realized she was standing there. Once again words failed him. Even as she stood there with an unrecognizable expression she was so beautiful with stray spiraling strands of hair framing her dark eyes and soft skin. 

Normally, if it were any other woman that had walked out on him the night before he would have simply ignored her now until she either got the point, and left again of her own accord, or she would speak her mind, starting a fight, and he would leave her shouting at him from the front stoup.But he couldn't bring himself to do that to Alexis.

As many times as she had walked away from him in the past, there had only been one other time she left with that sort of pained look in her eyes. And it scared the shit of him to see it there once again.

However, the last time had been different. The last time had almost killed him even if it was his own fault. She had seemingly moved on with her life ignoring his every attempt to show her how much he cared for her as if he no longer existed in the world. What hurt him the most was that it was his fault. She had every right to do what she did, and in truth, he was lucky she come back at all.

He would drive by her house noticing the flowers he'd left for her dried and rotten having been thrown or kicked off the steps as she entered her front door.

Every phone call had gone unanswered until one day he had gotten the heart sickening message "The mobile number you have reached is no longer in service..." What was worse, she never bothered getting a home line put in.

He had started writing e-mails to her everyday, which turned into once a week, dropping to once a month or every couple of mouths. He never received a "mail delivery error"  message, at least that would have been something. But no, nothing.

Three years--it had been three agonizing years since she walked out of his life.  Then, just when he became accustom to his unanswered prayers, and the pain that use to wake him at night, eased to a manageable ache of the heart surfacing only when  the deepest of memories were called to his attention; there she was again purely by accident. The depth of her eyes making him weak in the knees. He thought it had been fate giving him one more chance to claim her heart before he lost it forever. But after last night perhaps he had been wrong.

It had taken him a year to get back to this point with her--the way she had looked at him all those hours ago-- he knew what he had seen because he had been patiently waiting for that look--the passion to return to her eyes. After all, true passion cannot exist where lust solely resides. He had run though their encounter a thousands of times between then and now. Yes, he nodded and a smiled to himself, it can't be completely hopeless, not yet.

She had come back to him and damn if he wasn't determined to make the best of the situation, and hope she would let him heal the hurt he caused her a life time ago even if it took the rest of his life to do it.

Creeping over, sitting beside Kyle, Alexis hoped she wasn't crossing an unspoken line. The only sound that could be heard was that of her left tennis shoe squeaking against the polished wooden floor as she turned to sit on the bed.

She stared down at the floor for a long minute twiddling her thumbs not wanting to her mouth to out weigh her thoughts. She wanted to tell him she was sorry for leaving the previous night, but truth be told, she wasn't sorry. She still hurt.

After four years of living with his betrayal she still had no desire to trust him again, and doubted she ever would. She wanted to be with him-to love him and she did to a certain point, but there was now a line she refused to let him cross.

Kyle slid toward her, holding her in the crook of arm, his hand held firm to her arm as if he was afraid to hug her, but didn't wish to let her go again.

She shrugged him off, but then leaned into his chest. He propped his chin on the top of her head as she maneuvered- claspping his arms limp around her torso, letting him know it was okay to hold her-she wanted him to hold her. After which, it was up to him whether or not he would partake.

Brushing a handful of hair from over her ear he whispered, his voice steady and soft, but almost pleading "What do you want me to do Allie-baby?" He placed a lingering kiss on her earlobe as she leaned into his voice. "Tell me."

She turned facing him, kneeling between his legs on the bed. She cupped his face in her hands searching his brown eyes, "Be patient, that's all I can say right now." Tears welled in her eyes, escaping her attempt to contain them, a single steam dampened her cheek before she swapped it away with her thumb.

Awe, baby don't cry. While he didn't quite understand her tears, he was content to hug her to him hoping she might be willing to make him understand if he held on long enough. If not, at least she was allowing him to hold her again.

Her chest tighten in an effort to keep her emotions in check. "Kyle," she spoke slow with sorrow flooding her voice, "I can't do this." 

Kyle's heart skipped more than a couple beats, but when Alexis didn't pull away he took a deep breath in and exhaled letting her continue.

"I can't love you the way you want me to.  I want to, but after what you did, my better judgement won't allow me to. For me your love coincides with pain, and until something else replaces that pain, I can't allow myself to give that part of me to you again." 

Kyle let out a sigh of relief. Even though she had never told him of that inner most thought that must plague her on a daily basis, it wasn't anything he hadn't figured out for himself.

"I know, and I'll spend the rest of my life healing you, if that what it takes. The one thing I 'can't ' do is lose you again."

For some women those words might have been enough to break an iron clad wall of defenses, but for Alexis it wasn't enough. Kyle meant well, she believed, but his words rang in her ears as empty as the wind through a hollowed log.  He had shattered her heart into countless pieces; she needed more time to gather them up again. Right then and there, Kyle made a silent vow to be the one to put each shard back in it's rightful place--to make her whole once more

However, in the slightest chance that he couldn't--in the dark depths of his mind he also temporarily entertained the gut wrenching thought: when all is said and done if he alone couldn't calm the storm in her heart, he would let her go, but not without personally seeing to it that she would find true happiness.

Tired from the emotional battle Alexis fought with herself she slipped out of Kyle's embrace. Pulling off her tennis shoes Alexis laid down on the edge of the bed from where she sat with her back still to him and finally drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Kyle fell in behind Alex wrapping himself around her, soon sleep over came him as he listened to her soft breathing and feeling the steady thump of her heartbeat. be continued...

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

If I Had Only Seen

"If I Had Only Seen"
©2011 Mika Star 

 I blame myself for not seeing the first kiss for its emptiness.  The sparks I expected, died right there on your lips.  Mistaking  lust for love, in my hopeful pride, I overlooked the first sign of the inevitable pain lurking in the shadows of our future.  I found myself kissing you again and again trying in vain to ignite something in my already tattered soul.  Perhaps, if I had listened to the truth of my heart and the reasoning of my head, I could have fled that night, putting miles between us instead of daily fighting dread of what will be heard or said.

Now, I have given you the keys to my fears and you hold each against me as I fight back tears. These demons that you helped manifest have worked there way into the heart of my chest. 

Oh, God please forgive me for all that I have done, but the hollowness seems to have won.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

A Kiss After the Rain

"A Kiss After the Rain"
©2011 Mika Star

We raced out of the movie theater hand in hand.  The newly soaked pavement still held the smell of rain.  We splashed through the puddles as our feet floated across the asphalt. The pure adrenaline of wanting to touch him, to feel the warmth of his mouth overwhelmed me. 

As we reached the car, I pulled him to me, into a much welcomed but completely unexpected kiss.  The instant his lips touch mine all the rest of the world disappeared and time itself stood still.  Nothing else mattered but the rush of the moment.  The happiness I felt coursed through my veins while the heat radiating from our bodies intensified the rolling of tongues until the fire of our hearts subsided enough to break the one lingering touch I have yet to forget.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

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Thursday, November 3, 2011

I'm Done: Part 1

 I'm Done: Part 1
©2011 Mika Star

The front door had been left unlocked.  Alexis knocked, but Kyle didn't answer.  She slipped into the living room sinking into the soft recliner she knew Kyle often fell asleep in after long nights of dealing with deadlines, brainstorming and occasional writer's block.

After calling out to him a few times, and still getting no answer, she quietly walked across the room and down the hall.  Only a bluish glow from his computer shown on the wall right outside his bedroom in the otherwise darkened house.

She found him sitting up his legs criss-crossed in front of him on the bed. The blue fitted sheet lay wrinkled all around him.  One corner of the sheet had been pulled up from the head of the bed just under the pillow he normally slept on.  The flat sheet was sprawled down the side of the bed nearest the entrance to the room while only a section of the comforter could be seen on the floor on the other side of the bed.  His chin rested in the palms of his hands with his elbows on his knees.

She stood in the doorway leaning her head and shoulder against the frame for a good five minutes before he looked up from his laptop.  He hadn't even noticed she was there, but it didn't occur to her to care. She liked watching him work.

Kyle was an author for an independent publishing company outside of Baltimore.  And from the looks of the bed he hadn't bothered fixing anything after she left last night.

Within the last year, Kyle and Alexis had been in and out of each other's beds; neither of them have dated much nor have they had the desire to define their relationship.  As such, they enjoyed their time together; their relationship held no demands on one another and goodbyes were never lingered on.

However, last night had somehow been different.  Changing things even if only slightly--stirring something to life within each of them neither wish to admit.

                                                                     22 hours earlier...

Alexis had knocked on Kyle's door shortly after the shift she taken up as a florist in a small shop just down the street.

Kyle had answered the door with his usual "Hello Allie-baby.  You're a beautiful sight for sore eyes.  How are you?" before slinging the door fully open giving her the invitation she always patiently waited for.

"Come in. Tonight's pizza night. There's still plenty left on the counter by the stove," he pointed.

"I'm okay for right now."

"Are you sure?  Did you eat anything at all today?"

"Yes, Kyle.  Stop fussing over me.  You're the one I worry about all the time, hardly stepping foot out of these four walls for days at a time."

"It's part of my work, you know that. Besides I still workout in the den most days; I'm not completely inactive."

Yes, I see that.  "Yes, I know, but that doesn't make my concern for you any less."

Alexis knew by now it was useless to argue with Kyle.  He has probably already tuned me out anyway.

"I've got a few more lines to write before I finish up for the evening.  I'll be in my room; help yourself to whatever you like.”  He then turned walking slowly out of the kitchen.

"Please follow me," he silently prayed.

Alexis watched Kyle's bare shoulders roll and the unusual twist of his back to accommodate for the limp of his left leg.

One of her eyebrows raised at the thought: I'd like to help myself to you.  She was glad his back was turned because the thought probably showed all over her face.

Alexis got herself a drink of water and piddled around biding time until she knew he would be nestled in bed again with his electronic companion.

She took off her shoes, setting them down by the door.  Tiptoeing down the hall, she peeked in the doorway, straightening when she realized he was staring at her.

He had covered himself from the waist down with just the flat sheet.  Kyle's computer was nowhere to be seen on the bed.  He had taken the time to place his laptop on the desk across the room.

Her eyes examined his abs and worked their way up to his board chest, and his thick neck. She shrugged, smiling at him.  Ambling over, she knelt on the bed.  He lifted the cover motioning for her to join him. She inched onto him curling her upper body into his chest.  She hoped he couldn't hear the steady increasing thump of her heartbeat.

Kyle's animal instinct was to rip off all her clothes and take her right then and there as she had allowed him so many nights previous.  Yet his desire to hold her, just to touch her, to be genuinely passionate won over for the moment.

He traced kisses up her neck, and along her jaw line to her lips.  His skin warmed as his cock responded to her hand running up and his pants leg. She turned brushing kisses along his chest.  He lifted her shirt up over her head easing her back onto the soft mattress.

Laying his head against her bare beasts, he said, "I noticed you weren't wearing a bra when I answered the door."

"I had hoped you would," she hissed as he licked at her left nipple.  He cupped the full round breast with his hand.  

God, they're perfect.

Alexis pulled him up rubbing her bottom lip on his before sinking into a deep kiss spreading her legs from underneath him in aching anticipation.  Kyle smiled into her eyes before breaking contact to take his time slipping off her skirt and panties. 

The instant her panties touched the floor he reached rubbing the top of her pussy, snaking one finger into her wetness.  She sucked in a breath letting out a whispering moan.  The blood pulsed in her ears as her thoughts raced to what that beautiful hardened steel would feel like inside of her once again.

Kyle kissed her lips.  Alexis caught the button of Kyle pants and with a flick of her wrist had it undone pulling down on the zipper.  Kyle gasped at the relief of his cock from the denim prison. Each second waiting for the release had been like holding his breath underwater.  Alexis rushed to push his pants down around his thighs.

Kyle forced himself off of the bed long enough allow his pants to ruffle to floor.  As he stepped out of them never taking his eyes off of Alexis, she sat up take his shaft in one hand stroking it gently circling her tongue around the hole until she tasted his salty-sweet pre-cum.

Alexis smiled up at him just before he shoved her back down onto the bed, the heat building between them. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he eased his hot manhood into her. Holding herself to him she thrust upward not only forcing him deep inside her, but forcing them both to sit upward on the cotton sheets. There she sat in his lap. The motion of her hips caused his heartbeat to slow. He settled into a comfortable thrusting rhythm with her.

However, the desire to come and make her come with him soon overwhelmed him.  He grabbed a fist full of her silky brown hair kissing and sucking on her neck his dick pulsing inside of her. Wrapping Alexis' arms around his neck he lowered her head onto a pillow that had been tossed out of the way previously. He took the opportunity to suckle each of her breasts, listening to her moan with each touch, before pinning her arms to the bed lacing his fingers with hers.

He pounded into her with such ferocity that Alexis screamed in both pain and pleasure.  Kyle could feel the tension of her body grow as her grip on his hands became a firm hold. His balls tightened and he knew she would come with him while he lost himself in her deep blue eyes. With one final thrust of his hips her orgasm exploded onto him as his warm juices filled her rocking her to her core. He clasped on top of Alexis their hands still partially interlocked. Kyle rubbed one of her knuckles with his forefinger afraid to do little else and ruin the moment.

After several long minutes he lifted his head to regard her sparkling eyes once again. Kyle released her hand to gently brush stray strands of hair out of her face tucking them behind her ear, unable to keep from smiling at her.

Questions flashed in his mind. What the hell just happened? Has her heart come back to me after all this time?  Shit, what do I say?  What do I do?  I don't want to fuck this up again. I might not get another shot.

Meanwhile Alexis thought, shit where did all that come from?  Was there love in his eyes just then?  No, it can't be.  He won't do this to me; I won't let him hurt me again. God, I'm such an idiot!

Alexis stiffed under him.  He suddenly felt like ten tons of dead weight on top of her.  She shoved him aside finding her way to the edge of the bed.

Kyle thought to himself, do something, say something to her, Dammit! Instead, he just sat up against the headboard, feeling helpless to fix what had gone so wrong.

Alexis looked down at their clothes strewed on the floor. She buried her face in her hands shaking her head.  Before Kyle had a chance to touch her again she stood up gathering her clothes declaring "I have to go.  I shouldn't have come here tonight."

Kyle had to fight back tears threatening to well in his eyes.  He watched her face pinch with anger both at herself and at the old wounds he had created long ago, long before she had wised up to what he was.

 Still dressing as she grabbed her shoes with one hand, quietly closed the kitchen door behind her leaving Kyle in his bedroom staring after her.

To be continued...

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Would I Kiss You?

"Would I Kiss You?"
©2011 Mika Star

I would kiss you as the heavens kiss the sky and hell's fire licks at the temptation that fuels my desire for you. Lust would only be the beginning of what I would convey, should my lips ever touch yours. 

Kiss you? I would like nothing more than for my lips to be the source of warming your skin, for you heart to beat in time with mine ignoring, the echoes of our pasts. 

No promises made or broken, only you and I wrapped in a moment of sweet uncertainty, hoping that one kiss might lead to the next.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Lone Tree

"Lone Tree"
©2011 Mika Star
The blue sky soon becomes blanketed by rolling purple clouds as the glow of the evening sun gives a rosy pink hue to each it touches.

A lone tree appears black against the array of colors as it stretches into the sky tall and proud regardless of already being baron of most of its foliage.

If one is quick and quiet to observe there are two birds nestling in the crook of a large branch.

Perhaps, I was wrong in assuming the tree stands alone for even now there are three hearts mingled within these hours of time and space.

Breaking Through

"Breaking Through"
©2011 Mika Star
The once dank ebony forest stirs with life as the long awaited sun's rays filter through the leaves of trees making their way to the floor. From the underbrush come families of mice and rabbits; ants scurry about looking to replenish the food supply for their colonies after being stuck underground for the past three weeks of steady rain.

In the distance song birds can be heard, faint sounds that grow to fill the air. A soft breeze weaves its way into a badger den while mingling with budding flowers.

It seems sunshine can break through even the darkest of places, be it allowed.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Comet Amongst the Stars

"Comet Amongst the Stars"
©2011 Mika Star
An old friend once told me "You owe it to yourself to become a comet amongst the stars." I found it to be an odd statement at first since everyone always told me to "Reach for the stars."

After a long pause he continued, "I don't discredit those who find their stars and hold onto them for dear life, but is it not true that the sighting of a comet is much more rare than the stars we see over head each night? A rare, beautiful stream of light barreling across the sky, past the stars, reaching for the unknown."

Friday, September 30, 2011

Rain Ripples

The second and final photo and snippet of the day...

"Rain Ripples" 
©2011 Mika Star

 This is probably the coolest, calming rain water photo I have ever seen. =)

 The afternoon sunshine had given way to gray clouds and heavy pelting rain. Alone at lunchtime and not particularly hungry, I found myself fascinated by the beads of water falling miscellaneously to the ground.

Individually, they fell from the sky becoming the central cause of the hundreds of ripples forming in the ever deepening puddle right outside of my office window.  Each unconcerned droplet dove in determined to created its own place in the world.

The rain slowed and just as quickly as it had hidden, the sun broke though the clouds giving the remaining ripples a silver glassy sheen.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Midnight Moon

Today's Snippet...
"Midnight Moon"
©2011 Mika Star

Hanging in the sky, the moon shown liquid silver over the blackened waters of midnight looking like an enormous spotlight waiting for me to divulge my inner most thoughts of the events that had taken place that day.

My whispers into the wind became visible in the chill of the air as the secrets, otherwise held within me, drifted into the unknown.

Wrapping my unbuttoned coat tighter around my torso, I forced myself up from where I was sitting on the dock. Turning from the water, my thoughts drifted to lighted windows, a soft bed and hot coffee at sunrise.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Just Around the Bend

Today's photo and snippet...

"Just Around the Bend"
©2011 Mika Star

"Freedom waits just around the bend," he thought. With anxiety nipping at his heels he couldn't turn the corner fast enough for his liking. He knew once the wheels of his black Shelby hit the other side of the curve that would be it. The town would be out of sight and so would he.

Glancing back and forth, his eyes were glued to his rear view mirror almost as much as to the road in front of him.

No one saw him leave; at least it didn't appear so. He had left quietly hoping he wouldn't stir any suspicions.

A flow of calm washed over him as he concentrated on the amber light being painted over the asphalt and its surrounding. The crisp sunlight shown over the green summer leaves of the trees he grew up climbing in. His foot didn't ease up much on the gas pedal but his heart stopped thumping in his ears quite so hard as his pulse returned to normal--back to what it had been before he impulsively throw everything he owned, or thought he might need to start a new life elsewhere, onto the leather bench seat behind him.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Just Off Shore

Since I began posting landscape images on Facebook and since my stories have been put on hold I had been thinking about adding a snippet of writing to go with each photo here on my blog. I noticed that Lee Brazil and Havan Fellows have joined in on a similar writing exercise, starting with a photo of male hotness!

I realize landscapes are no comparison to how a blazing hunk of man meat can get you all hot and bothered, *winks* but for now I will start with the scenery that speak to me.

"Just Off Shore" 
©2011 Mika Star

I woke this morning determined to beat away the stress that has been plaguing me for some weeks. I threw on a pair of khaki shorts and a white tee shirt.

I jogged out to the waft, feeling the plush grass under my bare feet, followed by the patter of each on the faded wood.

I hopped down into my sallow aluminum john boat. With an oar in each hand I rowed away, putting a fair distance between the land and myself. Stopping I tossed the anchor over board. I hadn't intended to swim, but I gave in to the temptation of the calm waters. 

I dove in no longer concerned about who might see what my clothes would have otherwise hidden. Seconds later my head bobbed on the surface as I reached for the side of my silver companion.

I smelled the aroma of the burning cane fields as I watched the smoke bled into the sky dimming its brilliant blue hue.

 I gripped onto the top edge of the boat with my limbs hanging freely. content to allow the quiet current to massage my aching muscles; I watched the ivory rays of sunlight dance on the water.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Father's Ty: Part 3

 Father's Ty: Part 3
©2011 Mika Star

Jodie stood there watching Ty drive away. What just happened? What did I miss? She went as far as to wonder if  there was something she had done wrong. Her feelings were a bit hurt, but curiosity replaced any insecurity she felt. There was something going on with Tyler and she was determined to find out, one way or another, what it was.

Jodie walk back to her car where she had left the chief salads she had picked up for her and Tara's lunch, suddenly glad she hadn't placed them in the sun.

                                                          *   *   *

  She bounded in the door of the bakery. "Fooood" she called to Sara. "Cooooming" Sara announced as she walked from the kitchen.

"Sounds like a personal issue to me."

"Says the one who probably stopped off for a kissing session."

Jodie eyed Tara "What's that supposed to mean."

"It means, I saw you and Tyler Turner sneak to the back," she pointed in the direction of the back door, "last night."

Jodie followed Sara to a small table and chairs in room off the side of the kitchen.

Jodie's mouth hung open.

"Oh don't look so surprised and no worries I'm won't say anything to anyone."

Jodie knew full well she was talking about her parents.

"Not that it matters now anyway, you're eighteen, right?"

"Yes, but the last thing I want to hear is another sex talk from either of them."

Sara held her hands up in defense, "Hey, what you and Tyler do is your business. I was just teasing you."

*    *    *

Jodie dragged in the house after her shift, shutting the door heavy handed.

"Mom" her voice reverberated in the foyer and carried upstairs.

Elizabeth came from her study to the banister greeting Jodie with a full lipped smile. "Hi sweetheart," she couldn't help but noticed her daughters heavy hearted eyes. "What's wrong, Jo, what happen?"

"Nothing really, I guess. Mom, Tyler and I were supposed to go out tonight, but he never called me like he said he would."

"I'm sure there is a reasonable explanation." Elizabeth descended the stairs one step at a time listening carefully to what Jodie was saying.

"Maybe, but I saw him down the road from Mae'z today. He seemed out of sorts and has yet to call me back or answer any of my texts."

Jodie followed her mother into the kitchen.

Elizabeth became sightly concerned but kept her thoughts to herself. Yesterday, Tyler and Jodie seemed to be just as inseparable as they were when they were younger, so for him to be seemingly ignoring Jodie...

"Hmmm did you talk to him when you saw him?"

"Yes, briefly, but not about much of anything before he drove off while I was in mid-sentence."

"He drove off; did he say where he was headed?"

"No and I never got a chance to ask."

Elizabeth pulled her meat loaf out of the oven, setting it on the stove to cool.

They turned at the sound of the front door opening again.

"Well, hello ladies, how was your day?" Phillip rubbed his hand together nervously with a smile plastered on his face. His smile faded as Jodie turned to greet him with lingering sadness.

"What's the matter, Jo?"

"Nothing for you to worry about Dad. I'm going to bed."

"But, Jo, you're not going to eat?"

"Do you mind saving some for me, Mom?"

"Well, I guess not. It'll be wrapped up in the oven for you when you're ready."

"Thank you, Mom. Dad. she nodded, "I love you. Good night."

Jodie plodded up the stairs allowing her hand to skim the top of the banister.

"Good night dear." they each watched her tired posture as she ascended to her room. 

Once in her bedroom, after countless attempts to distract herself from the conflicting encounters with Tyler over the last couple of days, she flopped down on her bed. Sleep overtook her thoughts quickly as she drifted into subconscious dreams. 

*    *    *
Jodie  flailed in a fit laughter,  in the passenger seat of Ty's carShe could hear Ty's deeper toned voice, but couldn't see him in her line of vision; she could only assume he was the one driving. 

Suddenly, Jodie eyes grew wide as she was jolted against her seat. Her arm slammed hard against the door. she screamed in pain and terror gripping her shoulder with one hand and the door handle with the other in an effort to brace herself. 

The car toppled once then twice, and if not for splashing into the water there might have been a third roll. In the moments following- water cascaded in from the broken window beside her. Her body instinctively stiffened as she inhaled her last breath of air before the cab became completely submerged in the cold depths. 

Jodie yanked at the seat belt freeing herself from its trap. She glanced over at Tyler; he simply nodded for her to go. She tried protesting pulling against the buckle that threatened to keep him there, but she needed air and soon. She unwillingly swam out between the shards of glass kicking harder as she cleared the frame of the window, leaving Ty. Up and up she went toward the surface of the unknown body of water. Where was she, she wondered right before breaking topside.

A slow rain pelted her face as she stared up at gravel just off the edge of an asphalt road. The car had barely missed the guardrail.  Skid marks left in the dirt and rock caused her to gasp in awe. She jerked surveying the rest of her surroundings realizing Ty had not yet surfaced. 

She dove down to search for him in the wreckage. He was gone--missing as if he had never been there at all. Her chest tightened with panic.

*    *    *

Jodie woke with tears in her eyes covering her mouth after a heaving scream.  

Phillip banged a fist against Jodie's door. She heard his muffled voice from the other side hollering "Jodie! ... Jo! ... Are you okay? ... What going on?"

Jodie head snapped about face, still reeling from the images of her dream; she cautiously slid from under the covers to unlock her door. 

"Daddy, hold on," he heard her whisper though the wood. The knob clicked twice before he carefully pushed the door open allowing light to creep in from the hallway. She back away from the door crawling onto her bed. She felt like a little kid again as her dad sat a few feet away from her at the end of her bed.

It had been years since he had checked on her in the middle of the night. The amber glow from the open door did little to hide Phillip's concerned expression.

"I'm assuming since you are otherwise intact that was one hell of a dream; So I'll ask one more time, Jo, what's the matter? "

"Tyler..." tears welled in her eyes again.  "Disappeared."

"What?" A look of shock graised his face while guilt washed though him once again.

"I'm going to call his mother to see if she has heard from him yet. I'm sorry, Jo, I never meant to hurt either of you."

"What are you talking about?" it was Jodie's turn to look surprised by his statement.

"What did you do, Dad?" Her question came out a bit more stern than she had wanted it to.

He looked at her unable to hide the guilt and shame for having not told her his secret sooner. "Right now, I need to find out about Ty. Stay here; I'll be right back."

Jodie got up to follow anyway. Her palms began to sweat and  her pulse raced as unease set in. She watched her father dial Mrs. Carson's number. She studied his movements as she listened to the conversation.

  "Carol, hey it's Phillip. Have you heard from Ty at all?"

"No, I haven't and I am really beginning to worry. I just tried his cell phone again and now it goes straight to voicemail."

"Carol, I'm so sorry." The mayor eyed his daughter nervously as his stomach knotted. He turned his back to her unable to face her  frightened expressions."If I had thought telling him would have effected him this badly I would have carried it to my grave. If anything bad happens to him..." He fell silent.

"Phillip you can't say that. He deserved to know. Frankly, if it is anyone's fault it is my own for not telling him sooner."

The mayor let out a heavy sigh. "Carol, call me, let me know the moment you have any news. Otherwise I am going out to come first light."

Carolyn sighed "I will Phil. Try and get some sleep. Someone needs to."

"Bye Carol."

"Bye Phil."

Jodie tapped her foot anxiously biting at her fingernails while she lost all sense of what was being said as stared off into space.

"Jo?" Phillip touched her shoulder, bending slightly to meet her eyes, bringing her back to the land of here and now.

She looked at her father square in the face "I'm going with you."

"Okay, honey."

She stood stone still, tight lipped and her storm filled eyes burned like lasers into his soul. "I'm serious. I'll go sleep out in the car if I have to. And I expect you to tell me what it is you told Tyler to make him run off. He wouldn't have left me like that..."

Her mother crossed her arms over her chest startling Jodie as spoke from behind her. "I don't care what your father has done you don't speak to him like that. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mama," she said looking over her shoulder out of the corner of her eye.

"She's right though, Liz, I should and I will, I promise. I'll come get you before I leave. Now, we all need to try to get some more sleep. "

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To be continued...

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Father's Ty: Part 2

Father's Ty: Part 2
©2011 Mika Star

From the look on Tyler's face, the Mayor's secretary decided against her usual bubbly "Have a nice day," gesture and sat back following him with her eyes. He yanked open the lobby door ignoring the sunshine as it cascaded into his eyes.

He wrenched open his car door clasping into the seat. He beat on the steering wheel when the car wouldn't start right away. He choke passed the lump in his throat before letting tears free fall.

A man noticing Tyler's dilemma grabbed his set of jumper cables and hollered "You need a jump?"

"Um, yeah, that would be great." Tyler said with much less gratitude than what he felt.

He got out of the car to help hook up the cables then hopped back in to wait for the battery to charge. The man jumped into his own truck to rev the engine.

Just then, Tyler phone rang. He glanced at the caller I.D.; it was Jodie. "Not now!" he groaned. He tossed the phone in the passenger seat as the engine finally cranked to life.

"Thanks, man!" he called out from his seat.

"No problem. Been there."

Tyler hurried to help unhooked the cables and went their separate ways.

His phone sounded one more time as he climbed in again. He grabbed it off the seat. With tear stained cheeks, his hands trembled at the thought of listening to the message. For a split second, he thought of throwing the damn thing out the window. He had it in hand, all it would take is one flick of his arm to rid him of a little bit of pain. Reasoning kicked in, however. He not only would be out a phone, and have to buy another one, but he wouldn't be able to avoid Jodie and her family forever as long as he lived in Minden.

Another thought crossed his mind--he could leave. His mom wouldn't be home for hours and he hadn't found a job yet himself. He still had money in the bank from his last pay check and fifty dollars left of the money his mother had insisted on giving him for the Father's Day carnival. That's what he would do. Leave. For the week at least. He would pick up a battery for his car, swing by the house to pack some things and be gone before anyone realized.

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At the house, he ripped his clothes away from his sweaty skin. He dried off as best he could; knowing he was in too much of a hurry to take a shower. He shuffled about his room throwing clothes and other essentials into in a green duffel bag. He slipped into a clean pair of jeans while running into his bathroom to grab a couple razors and noticed his toothbrush and toothpaste, snatching them from the counter as well. He hurried back into his room; shoving the items in his bag. He smoothed a blue tee shirt over his torso, stepping back a moment, scanning the area, hoping he hadn't forgotten anything. He surveyed each room as he walked toward the front door. He stuck his feet in a pair of tennis. He had his hand on the door knob, then turned, grabbing for a pen and a piece of paper. He scribbled:

I'm getting outta here for a while. 
I'll try be back Sunday night. 
Please don't to worry too much. I'll be all right.  
love you,

He stuck the note between the keys of her laptop.

With his bag in hand he headed to the front door hesitating for a moment before jarring the door open, a cool breeze met his face and skimmed throw his black curls. He If he could make it out of town without being noticed he would be free to set his own course before being mainstreamed into reality again.

He jogged to his hand-me-down Mazda slinging his duffel onto the backseat from the open window. He pulled his door open dropping into the seat all the while mouthing a prayer that the car would start; that, in fact, it had just been the battery.

The car fired up without a sputter. Tyler let out a pent up breath and said a silent "Thank you." Pulling out of the driveway, he made a mental note of the streets less traveled at that time of day.

 He was cruising along, windows down and the radio on low enough not to draw attention. He briefly stopped at a stop sign nervously drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel. Tyler look around to see Jodie coming up the sidewalk toward him. His heart thumped in his chest; his pulse quickened at the sight of her. She was the last person he wanted to see at the moment, but damn was she worth looking at. her hair, slightly longer than shoulder length, blew into her face as she tucked some of it behind her ears. Her sapphire eyes burned into his memory. The curves of her body stirred something in him he had been trying to suppress since seeing her yesterday morning.

Snapping out of his trance he remembered where he was and why he was there to begin with. Jodie...sister...she doesn't know... His first instinct was to peel away, leaving her in his dust. However, he knew that would only alarm her so he played it cool as she approached leaning her forearm in the window.

"Ty, I tried calling you earlier. I left a message."

"I'm sorry, I was having some car trouble and hadn't had a chance to call you back."

"It's okay. You're here now."

"So I am..." Tyler revved the engine with a sight impatience building in the pit of his stomach. "but I've got to go." His eyes darted from direct contact with her own. "I'll see you around."

Jodie was taken aback by his sudden urgency to leave she stepped away from the car. She waved him off as if what she had to say didn't matter. "Yeah, I'll see you around. Hey Ty--" He didn't give her a chance to finish her sentence before he sped off not wanting to expose anymore of himself to her then he might already have. He knew she had always had the ability to read him better than anyone else he knew even though it had been years since they had seen each other. She proved that to be true last night.

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Last night...

Tyler and Jodie stayed together though out the evening and on into the night. After getting over the awkwardness of wanting to be close, but being unsure if the other wanted the same thing, they took every opportunity to touch and hold one another. When the festivities were coming to an end and it was clear people were beginning to disperse to their homes Jodie's mother found her and Tyler talking among themselves. "Hey, you two, have you guys been having a good time?"

Jodie smiled "Yes, mom, I think we have," trying to hide the stars in her eyes when she looked at Tyler for his agreement. This has been the best day of my life. 

"I'm glad to hear it," she beamed. She looked back and forth between them, "Your dad and I are heading home soon. I hope you two do the same. You both have an early morning ahead of you."

"We won't be too much longer, Mom." They exchanged wordless anticipation after Elizabeth turned away from them.

Taking the arm of her husband, Elizabeth and Phillip walked to their car, got in and Phillip waved to them as the car pulled away from the town square.

"Let's go," Tyler grinned taking Jodie by the hand. They dashed to the back of the bakery. "Since we only have a little while before we are expected home, I wanted to--." Jodie cut through his words with a kiss, just a peck, at first. Tyler returned the kiss before Jodie had time to wonder if that was, indeed, what he had been waiting for, as much as she had since they laid eyes on each other that morning.

The kiss intensified as Tyler opened his mouth inviting her tongue to play. She obliged exploring the wet heat she had only dreamed about before then. Sure, she had kissed and even gone a bit further than, perhaps, she should have with other guys, but kissing Tyler was different. She didn't feel pressured into anything. It hadn't been a dare or a ploy to keep a guy she liked from ditching her. No, this was Tyler and he wanted to be with her just because the sky was blue and the grass was green; because they had kept their bond of friendship even after years of being miles apart.

Their hands wandered freely and unjudged over clothes, under clothes and onto bare skin. Tyler's blood was already boiling and his breathing became sallower. In a rush of hormones, Tyler was about to lift her shirt up over her head when he snapped back into reality. What the hell am I thinking? What are we doing!

He stepped away from her dropping his hands to his sides.

Jodie felt herself come down from the clouds, she opened her eyes meeting Tyler's gaze full force. "I'm sorry, Jo I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have brought you back here. "

She looked at him with the same apprehension and shyness he saw in her that morning, then she spoke up, touching the sleeve of his shirt. "Ty, it takes two ya know. I wasn't thinking either."

Well, you're not some back ally whore. "You deserve better than this." He stared into her eyes feeling ashamed.

"I had been waiting all night for the perfect time to get you alone. I wasn't sure what else to do. I didn't want to go another day without being able to touch you, to feel the warmth of your skin and those lips." He tapped her kiss swollen mouth. "At least once..."

"Before God know what else happens to splits us up, again."


"I understand. This morning when I realized who you were it took everything for me not to kiss you right then. That's part of why I had to make myself get back to work. I couldn't stand there looking at you and possibly making a fool of myself in case you didn't feel the same way. I've missed you so much."

"I've spent so many nights, the last few years, dreaming of  you." He moved to close the space between them again, cupping the side of her face with one hand. He kissed her gently again. "Okay, let's get you home before I start something else and forget to stop."

"One of these days I won't let you stop," Jodie teased leading him back to his car.

He opened the driver side door. "One of these days I won't have to," he said before ducking into the car.

"I'll call you tomorrow, maybe we can figure out something to do after work."

"I've got that meeting with your dad and afterward I have to start looking for a job."

"Okay," she tried hiding her disappointment behind a half smile.

"I didn't mean 'No', but if I don't pick up, leave a message; I'll call you back."

Tyler waited for Jodie to get into her PT Cruiser. He pulled out of the parking lot behind her following until they stopped in front of her house. He watched her walk up onto the porch noticing how well her pants complimented her ass. A "Damn" slipped passed his lips and he hoped she happened heard him.  She waved letting him know she would be okay.

The only memories he had of the rest of the night involved falling into bed and dreaming of Jodie and the day's events.

To be continued....                      

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Dirty Jokes 1

A dog, a cat, and a penis are sitting around a camp fire one night. The dog says, "My life sucks, my master makes me do my business on a fire hydrent!". The cat says, "I don't think so, my master makes me do my business in a box of cat litter." The penis outraged, says "At least your master doesn't put a bag over your head and make you do push ups until you throw up!"

One morning a woman was walking out of her front door, when she notices a strange little man at the bottom of her garden.
"You're a goblin," she says, "I caught you and you owe me three wishes!". So the goblin replies "OK, you caught me fair and square, what's your first wish?". The woman stops and thinks for a second, "I want a huge mansion to live in.", goblins replies "OK, you've got it.". Woman again thinks it over, "My second wish is a Mercedes." "OK, you've got that too." "My last wish is a million dollars!". The goblin then says "OK, you've got it. But to make your wishes come true you have to have sex all night with me." "OK then, if that's what it takes..."
Next morning the little man wakes the woman up.
"Tell me," says the man, "how old are you?" "I'm 27", she replies
"Fuck me", says the man, "27 and you still believe in goblins"

A guy walks into a sperm donor bank wearing a ski mask and holding a gun. He goes up to the nurse and demands her to open the sperm bank vault. She says "But sir, its just a sperm bank!", "I don't care, open it now!!!" he replies. So she opens the door to the vault and inside are all the sperm samples. The guy says "Take one of those sperm samples and drink it!", she looks at him "BUT, they are sperm samples???" , "DO IT!". So the nurse sucks it back. "That one there, drink that one as well.", so the nurse drinks that one as well. Finally after 4 samples the man takes off his ski mask and says, "See honey - its not that hard."
This beautiful woman one day walks into a doctors office and the doctor is bowled over by how stunningly awesome she is. All his professionalism goes right out the window...
He tells her to take her pants, she does, and he starts rubbing her thighs.
"Do you know what I am doing?" asks the doctor?
"Yes, checking for abnormalities." she replies.
He tells her to take off her shirt and bra, she takes them off. The doctor begins rubbing her breasts and asks, "Do you know what I am doing now?", she replies, "Yes, checking for cancer."
Finally, he tells her to take off her panties, lays her on the table, gets on top of her and starts having sex with her. He says to her, "Do you know what I am doing now?"
She replies, "Yes, getting herpes - that's why I am here!"
A man and a woman started to have sex in the middle of a dark forest. After about 15 minutes of it, the man finally gets up and says, "Damn, I wish I had a flashlight!". The woman says, "Me too, you've been eating grass for the past ten minutes!"
Three guys go to a ski lodge, and there aren't enough rooms, so they have to share a bed. In the middle of the night, the guy on the right wakes up and says, "I had this wild, vivid dream of getting a hand job!" The guy on the left wakes up, and unbelievably, he's had the same dream, too. Then the guy in the middle wakes up and says, "That's funny, I dreamed I was skiing!"
Construction worker on the 5th floor of a building needed a handsaw. So he spots another worker on the ground floor and yells down to him, but he can't hear him. So the worker on the 5th floor tries sign language.
He pointed to his eye meaning "I", pointed to his knee meaning "need", then moved his hand back and forth in a hand saw motion. The man on the ground floor nods his head, pulls down his pants, whips out his chop and starts masturbating.
The worker on 5th floor gets so pissed off he runs down to the ground floor and says, "What the fuck is your problem!!! I said I needed a hand saw!".
The other guy says, "I knew that! I was just trying to tell you - I'm coming!"
Three sisters wanted to get married, but their parents couldn't afford it so they had all of them on the same day. They also couldn't afford to go on a honeymoon so they all stayed home with their new hubbies. That night the mother got up because she couldn't sleep. When she went past her oldest daughter's room she heard screaming. Then she went to her second daughters room and she heard laughing. Then she went to her youngest daughter's room and she couldn't hear anything.
The next morning when the men left the mother asked her oldest daughter, "Why were you screaming last night?" The daughter replied "Mom you always told me if something hurt I should scream."
"That's true." She looked at her second daughter. "Why were you laughing so much last night?"

The daughter replied "Mom you always said that if something tickled you should laugh."

"That's also true." Then the mother looked at her youngest daughter. "Why was it so quiet in your room last night?"
The youngest daughter replied "Mom you always told me I should never talk with my mouth full."
This guy wakes up out of a deep sleep and, feeling real horny, nudges his wife awake and asks, "Why don't we get it on, eh?" She replies, "I have an appointment at the gynecologist tomorrow and you know I don't like to make love the night before." So the husband agrees and rolled back over and started to go back to sleep.
A few minutes later, he nudges his wife again and asks, "You don't by any chance have a dentist's appointment tomorrow, do you?"
The queen of England was visiting one of Canada's top hospitals, and during her tour of the floors she passed a room where a male patient was masturbating.
"Oh my god!", said the Queen, "That's disgraceful, what is the meaning of this???"
The doctor leading the tour explains, "I'm sorry your ladyship, this man has a very serious condition where the testicles rapidly fill with semen. If he doesn't do that five times a day, they would explode and he would most likely die instantly."
"Oh, I am sorry" said the Queen.
On the next floor they passed a room where a young nurse was giving a patient a blow job.

"Oh my God", said the Queen, "What's happening in there?"
The Doctor replied, "Same problem, better health plan."

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Father's Ty: Part 1

I hope everyone had a wonderful Father's Day whether it was spent with your father or in memory of him.

In loo of Father's Day let's leave Sara and Zara in their private haven for awhile to take a trip back to Minden to see what's been going on...

I hope to get the edit version up soon. Here is what I wanted to post last week anyway...
 Father's Ty: Part 1
©Mika Star ~2011

On June 19th  there was an annual Father's Day celebration coupled with a birthday surprise for the Mayor in the town square. Jodie's dad, Phillip Dumont, was the Mayor of Minden, and as such, the best thing that happened to the town in a long time. 

When Jodie's mother, Elizabeth, wasn't working beside her husband and taking care of Jodie she baked the best fruit pies in three counties. The bakery often bought her pies since she had no time to work at the bakery itself.

Elizabeth had spent the last week in her kitchen making enough pies to share with the town. It was agonizing for anyone driving by the mayor’s house the last week. The smell of apple cinnamon, blueberry, cherry, blackberry, peach, pear and even banana crème pies was enough to make anyone's mouth water.  The neighbors would often leave her front porch with a shadow of disappointment written on their face because Mrs. Dumont turned down each and every plead to taste one or two pies. "No, these are for Father's Day, if you want some you'll be there." She would point to them matter-of-factly, "You better be there; I haven't made all these pies for nothing, you know."

Jodie had spent the last couple of summers working at the bakery full time, and any opportunity during the school year. This summer was her last before she made her way to a college campus. She was so excited to a part of the cake preparation today. Why? Because she, Josephine Alexandra Dumont, had been put in charge of designing her father's birthday cake, which would be displayed next to the town's giant annual themed Father's Day cake.

The last few weeks after the manager kicked her out of the shop to "Get some sleep” she stayed up until the early hours of the morning writing notes and sketching designs.

Finally, Jodie decided on a simple three tier design. On a personal level, her father preferred things as simple and straight forward as possible. She eyed her sketch pad several times before nodding off to sleep. She just knew he would love it!
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When the doorbell of the bakery rang the next morning, Jodie and Sara were putting the finishing touches on what would be the top tier of the mayor’s cake.

Jodie made her way to the register expecting Mrs. Carson there to pick up the loaves of rye she had ordered yesterday. Instead, her breath caught at the sight of a handsome vision straight out of her dreams. Dressed in loose fitting black jeans and red tee, Tyler strolled in the door with the sunshine at his back and shades drawn up on his forehead.

He slumped against the counter his short black curls stiff with gel. She stared, studying his face for something familiar. His arctic blue eyes sunk into her soul sending a chill down her spine rooting her feet to the floor in front of him.

She found her voice long enough to choke out "C-c-can I help you."

"Yeah, I am here to pick up some rye bread my mom ordered.”

"Okay, I'll be right back."

Jodie turned an about face; her legs appeared filled with lead. She urged herself into the storage room. She returned to Tyler with a large bag of individually wrapped loaves of bread. Setting the bag on the counter she rang up the sale. She avoided direct eye contact with him. "That'll be $48.96."
"Wow, that must be some bread," he said sarcastically.

"The best, fresh and made to order," she countered.

Pecking at the sale key, the draw popped open; his fingers brushed her skin as he handed over the cash in full. His fingers were so warm compared to hers.

Tyler's heart thumped as he waited for Jodie to count all of the money; to find the extra white piece of paper he had slipped in between the bills. He held still, waiting for her reaction.

Jodie's eyes darted from the folded piece of paper to Tyler and back again. Unfolding it, her pulse racing in her fingertips, she found a picture of the two of them hugging each other tightly the day they had started Kindergarten.

She remembered the morning well; her father rushed her out of the car to catch Tyler before he turned the corner to go into their classroom. Jodie caught Tyler by the arm. “Tyler will get to the correct class.” her dad assured the teacher guiding the boy. Her dad had taken the smiling snapshot of them right before they entered the classroom.

A few years later, after Tyler's dad died he moved away with his mom. She hadn't seen Tyler in what, ten--eleven years?

"Ty?" she said aloud.

Blood rushed to her ears, and her chest tightened with so much joy she thought her heart might burst. She fought back tears. After so long, she was determined not to let crying be the first memory Ty had of her.

"Jo." his white smile lit up the room.

She threw her hands in the air. "Oh my God, I can't believe it is you! How long have you been in town? For that matter, how did you find me?"

His gaze shifted to the tile flooring, "My mom and I moved back here about a week ago. By asking around over the last few days I found out you worked here." He looked back up at her smirking, "When Mom mentioned something about the bakery and rye bread I volunteered to come see you- to pick up the bread."

"Your mom is a Mrs. Carson now? Well, I guess, this explains why she didn't give me her first name on the phone yesterday."

"Yeah she and my Step-dad got married a few years back. He's a good guy; he tries. He treats her right, so I can't complain too much."

Absolutely thrilled, Jodie rounded to the outside of the counter spreading her arms for a hug, secretly hoping she wasn't being too forward after all these years.

He welcomed her into his arms. He took in the sweet smell of cucumber melon body wash and chocolate icing. They hugged for a long moment each reluctant to let go. He set her back down on the floor as she had practically jumped into his arms.

Handing the photo back to him, she played with the seam of her apron. “Ty, I wish I could sit and talk with you for awhile, but I have to help Sara finish Daddy's birthday cake. There is no reason for his birthday to be overlooked just because it happens to also be Father’s Day.”

 Tyler laughed "Yeah, and the fact that he is the mayor of Minden."

"I know. Can you believe it?"

Tyler just shook his head without taking his eyes off of her.

Jodie trotted back toward the kitchen. Sara stood in the doorway, arms crosses and foot tapping, impatiently.

"I'll see you around." Tyler waved to Jodie, slid his sunglasses back over his eyes, and pushed his way out the door onto the busy sidewalk.

 Sara nudged her “So, what was that all about?” she asked almost teasing.

“Oh, I don’t think I ever told you-about him…”                                           
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 Jodie kept busy even after finishing her father's cake, but 6:00 didn't come fast enough. She couldn't wait to see the look on her father's face, wondering what he might say when he found out the cake was Jodie's own design.

Of course, any moment she had alone, her thoughts drifted to her encounter with Tyler. He looked incredible. She would have never believed it was him had he not kept the picture all this time.

Hours later, both cakes along with an assortment of cookies and cupcakes were loaded into a van for the short trek to the auditorium in center of town.

The five tier Father's Day cake took up an entire five foot by five foot table. The design had a blue rippling water effect. The top tier depicted a man in his row boat pulling in a fish caught on his fishing pole. Grasses and cattails surrounded the bottom tier. In dark blue icing, Happy Father's Day stretched over the three center tiers.

The Mayor's cake was made of three white layers. Slices of strawberries patterned the entire cake. Each slice had been lined with chocolate fudge icing with Happy Birthday written in strawberry jam at the top. Thick Bavarian Crème filled the center of each layer.

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It had taken an hour to pack the entire (attending) towns people into the auditorium. Jodie met her mother and father at the doorway. She fought the urge to nervously twirl the end of ponytail in her fingers.

Her mother had called her earlier to warn her of how her father's mood had soured after he found she had left for the bakery before telling  him "Good morning," much less anything to do with Father's Day or his birthday.  He wasn't the type of person to get bent out of shape if he didn't get gifts on any occasion. However, like anyone else, he hoped for some sort of recognition from his loved ones. It wasn't too much to ask. Jodie hoped this would make up for her absence this morning.

Jodie and her mother led the Mayor to a lone chair near the center of the stage. Everyone in attendance over the age of nine were given a metal spoon and instructed to aid in a drum roll using the back of each chair when given the signal. Each child nine and under were given party favors--absolutely anything they could make noise with, and instructed to make as much noise as they possibly could when the curtain was pulled revealing the two cakes he had yet to see.

For the most part everything went off without a hitch. The crowd cheered as Jodie came from behind the curtain hugging her dad.

Microphone in hand, Jodie apologized to him. "Dad I'm sorry for not being around this morning for breakfast. I know you do your best to make time for me then, even when your day is otherwise slam packed. But I am hoping you will forgive me this once," she grinned from ear to ear.

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After a few heart felt words from Jodie's father. Her mother announced "Okay, enough of the chit-chat, who wants cake? For those of you are not interested in cake at the moment, let the festivities begin!" Another cheer broke out from the crowd as they descended on stage or out the doors to the small amusement park set up outside.

The Mayor beamed at his daughter as she told him she had personally designed his cake herself. "That's not all!"  Jodie ran frantically out into the crowd of people, hoping she hadn't somehow missed Tyler's exit. Someone tapped her on the shoulder.

"Would I happen to be the lucky one you are looking for?" Tyler's voice was little more than a whisper in the shuffling crowd of people. Jodie turned, instantly melting into his big brilliant blue eyes, he playfully batted a set of eyelashes no boy had a right to own, but any girl would envy. Jodie grabbed him by the wrist, and led him to where her father now stood on ground level in front of the stage.

"Daddy, I want you to meet, Tyler." she motioned between the two of them. " Tyler this is my Dad, Phillip Dumont, Mayor of Minden."

Tyler held out his arm for a formal handshake. "Tyler." Jodie nudged his shoulder, "Show him the picture." Tyler grabbed at his wallet snatching the picture out of its placement among some other photos he cherished-- holding it up for the man to see.

 Jodie's father stared at the photo for several minutes without a word. He looked into Tyler's face with tears welling in his eyes. "Ty, my boy, how are you!?"  He jolted Tyler into a bear hug. "How's your mom?" he choked out while handing the photo back.

"Oh, she's good. I'm good. She re-married and missed 'home' too much, so here I am, Mr. Mayor."

Phillip's beaming expression sobered. "Ah, I trust that he treats you and your mother well?"

"Yes, Sir he does."

"See that I don't find out any different." there was almost a growl in his voice.

"You won't, Sir, I promise."

Carolyn Carson was the widow of Jacob Turner, Phillip Dumont's life long friend, and companion. Phillip had almost had a stroke the night Jacob had died. He had run sobbing, and screaming into the street clasping into a heap of unconsciousness.--That was close to fifteen years ago. 

The Mayor hugged his daughter and Tyler once again. "Now, you two go have some fun before this old man ropes you into a chain of stories that would take up the rest of the evening. Nice to see you again, Ty. Meet me in my office tomorrow morning, 8:00 sharp. We've got some 'catching up' to do. Oh, and tell your mother I said 'Hello' if I don't see her sometime tonight."

At the door Tyler took Jodie by the hand heading out into the cool evening air, and into the future that lay at their feet.

The next morning, 7:00 came far to early for Tyler. In an effort to impress, he wasn't sure whether to break out a  three piece suit or go casual, so he decided to go with his best dress shirt and a pair of slacks. He'd at least carry a jacket with him to throw on just in case.

Although he was dressed, his hair wouldn't cooperate, he spent ten minutes looking for his toothbrush, and of all days, his car wouldn't start right away. Making a metal note to get the battery checked, he walked up to the secretary's desk with three minutes to spare, and not a clue as to what the mayor wanted to speak to him about.

His stomach knotted when the secretary told him he could go into the mayor's office. He gathered up his nerve along with his jacket that rested on the arm of the chair next to him.
A full toothy grin spread over the Mayor's face as Tyler entered the room closing the door quietly behind himself.

"Good morning Ty. Have a seat."

"Good morning, Sir." He pulled a chair up to the front of the desk admiring the wood stained oak, and glancing at a picture of Jodie and her mother nestled among paperwork next to his computer.

"Enough with the 'Sir'. The formality is necessary when we are among other people, but here, just you and me, 'Phillip' will suffice."

"Yes, S-- okay" Tyler stumbled over the words, not accustom to being informal to his elders, especially to those he respected.

The mayor angled his leather chair allowing himself to look at Tyler and out at the town through the massive office window when he had the desire to do so.

Cutting into the awkward moment Tyler tried it on for size,"...So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about, Phillip?" Yeah, it will take some getting use to.

Phillip spoke quietly as if the walls in his office had ears, and he was afraid of being overheard. "Ty, you know your father was my best friend. After all these years there are still overwhelming moments when I miss him so much." Tyler sat back in his chair studying the man before him and hanging on his every word.

"It was wonderful to see you last grown up. I hope you can forgive me for not trying to keep in touch with you and Carolyn, at the time it just seemed easier to try to forget, and move on with my own life, for Jodie and Elizabeth." Phillip starred at the floor, elbows on his knees wringing his hand together in slight embarrassment coupled with regret.

"Well, you were like a son to me, back then, and I often wondered how you and your mother were doing. You know, in your dad's will, in agreement with Carolyn, you were entrusted to me should something ever have happened to her. I signed the documents myself. I don't imagine she ever told you that?"

Phillip eyed Tyler for the first time in several minutes. Tyler leaned forward, cocking an eyebrow in interest. "No. She never told me that."

"Well, she probably thought it best to tell you if the time ever presented itself."

A bit of anger welled up in the pit of Tyler's stomach. The anger was evident on his face, his lips tightened as he ground a fist in the arm of his chair. Phillip could hear the snarl in his voice "That's great to know, what if she had been killed in car accident then I would have just been shipped over here, whether I liked it or not!"
Phillip looked sympathetic to the boy's reasoning, "I wish I knew what to tell you, son." The word slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it.

Tyler lost control of his anger at that point. "I'm sorry, Sir but you have no right to call me 'Son', you just finished telling me you purposely left my mom and me out of your life and now you have the nerve to call me son! " He yelled, "I miss my dad too, you know. And if I had thought for one second you and I would have been sitting in your office talking about him and all this...CRAP I never would have tried to find Jodie it the first place."

"Now wait just a minute I didn't mean to...You can't take this out on Jodie, this is between you and me. I didn't tell her about any of this either. It is not fair to her."

"Well, I'm done listening. If Jodie wants to know why I am not around maybe then you will tell her, about the brother she might have had. I don't even understand why you told me all of this. It doesn't even make a difference anymore. I'm eighteen."

This was one of those times Phillip wished he had never given up smoking. He felt sorry for the kid, and thought perhaps he shouldn't have told him anything. At the same time he couldn't help, but feel he had done the right thing. As much as it stung to have Tyler around--he couldn't help but notice how much he resembled Jacob-- he wouldn't have it any other way.

Tyler waved him off, storming out, slamming the door. From Tyler's reaction Phillip hoped in time he could see past this meeting, past the hurt, for the sake of his daughter if nothing else.

to be continued at a later time...


Does anyone now have a serious craving for strawberry shortcake? Yeah, me too! *shuffles off to the kitchen to see what I can find*

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Looming Love: Through the Eyes of Zara Camden

The steamy photo was found and provide by Jade Baiser. In turn, the photo along with what she originally wrote to go with it has become the source of my inspiration for this first installment of  this story.

 Looming Love: Part 1
©2011 Mika Star

I knew Sam was the kind of guy that insisted on taking a shower before climbing into bed at night. I also knew he and his shower had an equally important meeting every morning at 5:30 whether he need be in the office or not.

Last night, as we talked on the phone, he mentioned he would be off of work today. Well, I also happened to have a key to his apartment for occasions when he 'misplaced' his own key.

We have been friends since the day he moved into the Charington apartment complex five years ago September 18th. I know what you are thinking: she must have it bad for this guy if she remembers the exact day he moved into the apartment down the hall. I remember that day simply because he moved in only a week after I moved to this town. I knew no one at all at that point.


The night we met there was a knock at my door. My first thought, as I rolled my eyes, someone had the wrong apartment number again. It happened several times since I was handed the pair of keys to my apartment. My very own apartment... I opened the door prepared to give the speech I had become accustom to already. I will never forget that goofy grin on his face when I asked him who his was looking for. "Actually, I was looking for you." he continued to smile as I fumbled for what else to say. "Oh, really,'' was all I could think of. Until then no one seemed to have noticed my existence. I didn't really mind, I was used to being alone, and on my own to do as I pleased. I liked it that way...most of the time.

Here was a man, standing at my door, looking for ME. His straight sandy brown hair hung down to his shoulders, and slightly in his face. He brushed it away with a noticeably scared forefinger revealing eyes that burned electric green. A leafy green vine tattoo stretched down his left arm from somewhere underneath a loose fitting, black AC/DC t-shirt. I had to fight the urge to reach and touch his arm. His warm skin and soft hairs...Every inch of my being wanted to find out where the tattoo ended. He waved a hand in front of my face  "Earth cadet." I realized I had been staring.

"Oh, I'm sorry." My face warmed; I hoped the shadowing of the doorway hid the shade of red I'm sure was visible on my face. He let the moment pass, by holding out his hand, adding "Maybe one day I'll tell you the story behind that beauty." He looked down at his arm pointing with his eyes. Oh my God, those eyes! "For now let's go. I'm walking down to Ben's to get some coffee. It would be great not to go alone."

Was he hitting on me, or was he just in need of a friend? As much as my heart wanted me to dive into those arms to find out where things would lead...for the hell of it... The reasoning part of my brain reminded me of why I moved here in the first place.

I retracted the hand I was about to give him making an excuse. "Sure, I'll go with you, but first let me grab a hair band to put my hair up with. I'll be right back." I closed the door making him wait outside.

I rushed to the bathroom. I threw my hair up and stood at the mirror long enough to ask myself  "What the hell am I doing!?"

I grabbed my keys from the glass table next to the door, slipped on a pair of flip-flops, scanned the room of unpacked boxes, and headed out the door almost running into him. He had been waiting patiently for me in the same spot I left him leaning against the door frame.

We walked to the cafe in silence, for what seemed to be forever. I took in the warmth and smells of the town. Until then I had not noticed the intoxicating smells of coffee and fresh bread coming from the cafe and nearby bakery.

The friendly man next to me smelled of Old Spice and shaving cream. It was only then it occurred to me I don't even know his name.

He opened the door of the cafe for me. Walking in the door he shouted to a petite redhead behind the counter "Two of tonight's finest, Angie." The woman had a look of surprise on her face that curled into a prefect white smile.

I walked over to a table ready to sit down when he caught my arm saying "No, there is somewhere else we will be sitting."  Two foam coffee cups in hand he pushed the door open for me again holding it open with his elbow.

We made small talk as he lead the way back to the steps of our apartment building. "This is what you had in mind, huh?" teasing him. "Ah well, I figured it would be quieter than the cafe and if you decide to take leave of me,  you won't have far to go. I would hate for a woman who does not even know my name to feel uncomfortable in her surroundings." I was astounded he had that kind of consideration for my feelings. I managed a "Thank you." There was a thick pause in the air. Doing my best to hide the embarrassment in my voice I asked "Who, may I ask, have I had the pleasure of  spending time with tonight?" I looked him straight in the face, letting out a small laugh. "My name is Samuel Loumas." holding out his hand for the second time that night. I took it, shaking his hand. "I'm Zara Camdon. Nice to meet you." 


I let myself in Sam's door. It was 5:45. I knew he would be walking out of his bathroom soon. I was hoping he would not already be dressed.  I crept into his bedroom. It was always so neat and clean except for the clothes he, no doubt had stripped out of last night before his shower. Oh, the thought of the water running down his lean, beautifully curved body sent blood rushing to all the right places. My lips tingled at memories of touching his skin.

I quickly, quietly undressed, sitting cross-legged in the center of his only sightly unmade, queen size bed. I heard the water of the shower turn off, knowing he had shaved while in the shower, there was not much time left before he would wrap himself in towel and grace me with his presence.

He switched off the vent and opened the door. He was startled only for a moment; then took his time giving me a once over. He looked straight into my chocolate brown eyes. He let his towel fall to his feet on the floor. He dipped onto the bed. Those hungry green eyes burning into me with the rising passion in the air... My heart thumped in my chest and my pulse began to race. No words were said.

Now, entirely on his hands and knees -- the closer he got to my lips the more I sensed the heat already radiating from him. I slumped down slightly onto the pillows. He kissed me. Our tongues tangled together almost immediately  in a fit of rage, rolling with ease around the familiar crevasses of each others' mouths. I felt him lick my palette as his tongue exited my mouth. I playfully bit his bottom lip. He kissed the tip of my nose. I sat up straighter back into the Indian style position I had been in moments ago, in attempt to not allow his lips to leave my skin. I  whimpered softly. With one solid sweeping motion he buried a finger into clit a few quick thrusts of his hand later he had added another finger. I fell against the bed, beginning to moan. Careful not to interrupt the movements of his hand I unfolded my legs. He hovered over me. Kissed my lips again and traced his mouth to each of my breasts. Each one of my hard nipples were waiting to be sucked on. Just as he circled one with his the tip of his tongue I groaned and came just enough to stay wet-- slick for the entry of his hard cock that craved attention.

At that moment I roll Sam to his back; his cock standing attention just for me. Wrapping my hand around the base of his throbbing manhood I licked slowly up the shaft and around the head dabbing the tip of my tongue in the pre-cum that awaited tasting. I licked back down to the base of his cock, massaging his balls until they became taught in my hand.

It took every muscle in my body to keep from coming at the moment I slid his steel inside of me skin to skin. I rocked my hips back and forth. Bending down to kiss his nipples-- solid under the weight of my tongue and saliva. I traced wet kisses as far down his chest to his stomach I could reach without breaking my soft thrusting motion. The smell of his skin and the Old Spice he wore invade my sense of smell. I dug my nails into his flesh as he gripped my hips.

With a few hard, quick thrusts he filled me with his juices as mine dripped onto his balls. Both of us let out a pent up scream of satisfaction. I dismounted laying in the crook of his left arm for a few moments. He looked at me, grinning, green eyes shining, "Good Morning." I kissed him lightly before getting up to go to the bathroom...."Good morning."

To be continued...

UPDATE: I have pulled the rest of this story off of my blog for publishing. I'll update you as soon as I know when the release date will be for the book.