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Adventure Eight: The Cabana Cowboy

 It was definitely going to be a hot day. Already moisture was radiating off the ground in the steamy yet lovely Florida. A gentle wind stirred but it would not last, and on it carried a fresh breeze straight from the Atlantic. The humming of insects and the chirping of birds welcomed the dawning sun. It really was a beautiful morning.

The revving of a truck engine blocked out the noises of the fauna. The truck billowed down the road, and jugs of liquid chlorine sloshed around back in the bed. It still wasn’t bright enough yet for the lights to be turned off so the headlights illuminated and reflected off the dewy streets. The truck slowed to a gentle halt in front of a large house. The lights shut off and the door opened and out stepped a young man. Wearing nothing more than a pair of bleached stained shorts, a ratty yet clean t-shirt, and a pair of boots, the young man walked towards the back of the truck and grabbed his gear. He would have to make two trips, of course, but he would start off with the brushing and cleaning before adding the necessary chemicals. With strong arms he carried what he needed and followed a dirt-beaten path towards the back of the house. 

He punched in the passcode and the door on the locked screen encloser swung open. Taking a quick glance with his teal blue eyes, he scanned the pool water, looking for any obvious imperfections that would need correcting. He saw nothing, of course, for he kept all of his pools in tip top shape. Taking his pole and brush, he began to scrub the sides of the pool. In quick powerful strokes, he cleansed the pool walls all the while water gentle sloshed upward, wetting his shorts and shirt. As it was getting progressively hotter sweat beaded to his brow and dripped down the center of his muscular back. Deeply tanned, the man endured the rising heat and worked vigorously on the pool.

The pool that he worked at resided on a sprawling park; it was not uncommon to see people, specifically women, stop and stare at him as he was cleaning the pool. It was precisely because of that reason why he chose to clean this particular pool at 6 in the morning, when the majority of the wealthy populace was still abed. Saphara had materialized from out of the air and jumped into her most favorite mortal conduit. Short and curvy, the Celestial wore a simple pair of yoga pants and a sports bra. Around her middle was a silver belly chain that matched the twin silver anklets she always wore in this form.  She carried with her a small yoga mat and a tiny backpack containing water, her wallet, her phone, and of course, pepper spray. She walked along the path until she stopped in front of the house where the young man labored. Taking special measure to insure she would be noticed, Saphara positioned her mat so that there would be no way he would miss her. And so, Saphara resigned herself and began practicing the yoga that she knew all too well.

The young man stood up to take a brief break. His pole was plunged deep into the pool and he rested his weight on it. With a free arm he wiped back a few small beads of perspiration. He blinked. When he opened his eyes he noticed that there was a woman doing some sort of exercise. He smiled, but then it quickly faded when he felt an uncomfortable stirring in his lower region. The girl was bent completely over, with her curved backside pointed towards him. Oh lord, did he love a nice piece of ass. There was something familiar about her, but he could not figure it out. And then it dawned on him. It was Penny, his little girlfriend.  The young man quickly finished his work, packed away his equipment, and then leisurely strolled over to where his girlfriend was practicing yoga.

Penny Larue was always inhabited by Saphara. Just as Makala lived on as Honoria, Saphara joined her life force with that of Penny Larue. In truth, Saphara’s attraction to the soul in the young man was eternal, and she preferred to live with him as a mortal throughout many of his different reincarnated forms. And so, a part of her Divine spirit always resided with him, even when he loved others.

The young man walked around until he stood in front of her. Penny’s backside was still pointed up, and her hands came down flat to touch the ground in front of her, (it was a good hamstring stretch, but it also served more nefarious benefits). With fingertips as soft as butterfly feet, he traced her slim rib cage. He lowered his body until his lips made contact with the middle of her spine. He kissed her, and didn’t move for several seconds. Penny tried hard to keep her focus on her breathing but it was very difficult when a stubbly chinned man was kissing and caressing her sensitive skin.

“You shouldn’t kiss me, Rick.” Said Penny. Rick pulled his lips away and stood to stand tall. Slowly, Penny rolled herself up to face him. Her face was rosy from being bent over, and her mossy brown eyes boasted a tiny sheen of lavender. Of course they pulsated black and white, but that was only when he was not looking.

“Well, don’t make yourself available. And besides, you did that on purpose.” Said Rick who had a faint western drawl that clung to every word he said.

 Penny blushed and blustered, “Well how was I supposed to know you would be here, at this time, doing your silly pool cleaning thing?”

                Rick folded his arms in his lovable arrogant stance. “Silly? My business is silly?”

                “No, that’s not what I meant.  Just, gahhhh. Go away. I’m trying to clear my mind.”

                “Clear your mind of what? You don’t even do anything stressful.”

                “Yes I do! Just because I don’t run my own business, or have much of a job, doesn’t mean that I don’t get stressed out. Now, please leave.” Penny took a few deep breaths through the nose and then out her full red mouth.  She stood in mountain pose, with her hands clasped at heart’s center. Even though he could not see it, Saphara’s Rose opened and closed a deep and beautiful cherry color.

                Rick, the quintessential asshole that he was, imitated Penny.

                “Ohhhmmmm nyyyy aaaaayyyy ayyyyyyy yaaaaa ohhhhhmmmmm.” He chanted. Penny scowled and opened one eye to glare at him.

                “Really, you fuck? This is not a joke. I don’t sound like that.” Penny rolled her eyes in exasperation. “You’re such an idiot.

                “Well I’m sorry that I don’t understand what is so special about your damn yoga.” Said Rick in retort.

                “Rick, it’s about clearing your mind, and just feeling what you feel. Being one with the universe. The poses just help you.”

                “So sticking out your ass helps you become one with the universe?”

                “GAAAHHHH RICK! I—” Penny’s groan was cut off by the ringing of Rick’s phone. Fumbling in his pocket, Rick pulled out the small device. He took a quick glance to see who was calling and his eyes flashed with annoyance.

                “What?” he barked.

                “Where you at? Don’t you know we have more houses to do today?” asked the voice on the phone.

                “I’m hanging out with my girl at the moment. I just finished the big house on Manchester.”

                The voice on the other end chuckled deeply. “Oh yeah,” he said, “Something is hanging out all right. Just hurry up.” And then the voice abruptly hung up.

                “Fucking Brady.” Swore Rick as he slammed his phone back into his pocket.  He turned to leave. “Text me, okay?” That was Rick’s signature way of saying good bye. And of course, he never texted back. 

                Penny looked downward. “Oh, she started. Okay. Have a good day.” She hated seeing him go. It always seemed he had to leave right when things were important to do something else. Penny watched him leave and gazed softly at the muscles rippling through his shirt.

                “Rick.” She called with a hint of desperation. He swung around and his magnificent blue eyes looked directly into hers. For what felt like a moment for Rick was actually a closer to a thousand years. There was no length of time great enough to capture the amount of love and passion the Celestial felt for this soul.

                “What?” he said rudely, “I have to go.”

                “No you don’t,” said Penny, “You don’t ever have to go. Come back to me.”

                Rick let in a shallow breath before expelling it loudly. “Penny, I have a job to do. I’m sorry, sweety. I ‘ll talk to you later.” And then he was gone.

                Rick was Saphara’s weakness, but also her greatest source of strength. Every time she existed with him, he left her. She felt pain and heartbreak just as stronger if not stronger than a mortal woman. But such was her curse. To be a Celestial meant many things. Cosmic power and responsibility, Falling in Love was not a luxury she was allowed to have. For to Fall in Love she would have to forsake her Celestial powers and become mortal. She wanted nothing more than to have her heart’s desire, to belong only to Rick, in his myriad of forms. Saphara would gladly sacrifice her powers to give him her soul because that was the one thing he had ever wanted. Rick, Rogeth, Prince Anjali, Ahkmen, and Runs-With-Wolves, to name a few, all sought to possess the Divinity that resided in Saphara’s mortal incarnations. But she couldn’t give it, she just couldn’t. Once there were many Celestials, but they were foolish and all had Fallen in Love. Now there were only two Celestials left, two beings who had the responsibility of keeping all the Planes in balance. As powerful as Makala was, she could never do it alone. And so Saphara dealt with the numbness of heartbreak as she watched Rick in his many different forms take other lovers who gladly gave him their souls.

If only he knew, thought Saphara through Penny, how much I loved him. If only he knew how much I adored him, how I have been with him all throughout his many lives. If he could only understand, if he could treat Penny with a little more respect instead of like a convenience. And with that, the Divinity escaped through Penny’s exhalation and soared back into the sky. She gave Penny the strength she needed to endure the seemingly never ending disappointment that Rick was. Penny needed so much and she gave her heart freely for naught. Things will get better. Penny chanted this mantra over and over again until she broke out in tears.

The following evening, Penny felt a strange urge to drive over to Rick’s house. Today was the day, she was going to profess her undying love for him. She knew deep in her heart of hearts that he was the one for her but she did not know why. Saphara was not fully inhabiting her form, but a large portion of her Divine spirit always resided within her. Penny could not see it, but she had a large rose on the center of her chest that always bloomed.

And so, Penny arrived at Rick’s dumpy little house, the epitome of a bachelor pad. Empty beer cans, trash, and BB gun pellets decorated the landscaping as would flowers and shrubs at another’s home. The garage door was open and that is where she found Rick, bent over laboring on his precious dirt bike.

“Hey,” she said. Rick started and turned around.

“Penny, what are you doing here?” he asked.

“I just wanted to see you.” She said sweetly with a smile.

Rick wiped his hands on his filthy pants and replied, “Well I wish you would have said something. I’m busy and I’ll be leaving with Brady here soon. I have to fix something for him.”

“But Rick, you can’t just say no? I really want to hang out with you right now. I was thinking maybe we could go have ice cream or something. I’ll even buy.” It was pathetic sometimes how much Penny tried to please this man. She knew very well that she came several steps beneath his dirt bike in his life, but hope burned in her chest in the form of a great rose that someday he would realize his folly and be her Prince Charming.  Of course, Penny had a much higher stance in his eyes, but it was her own vanity that blocked it out. Why couldn’t he just love her as much as she loved him? There had to be some reason, an ex-girlfriend, the bikes, Brady… Penny’s mind would go on for lengths trying to discern the cause for his lack of concern. She thought she understood him, but she didn’t.  

What Penny didn’t understand what that this man operated on a strict schedule. Rick was cold in his feelings and showed them not. He would be rough with her and didn’t take it easy on her just because she was his girlfriend. What could he say? He was a cowboy after all. But there was so much more to him than the rugged exterior. Rick’s coarse outer layer hid a swiftly intelligent mind, and more importantly, a soft heart. He loved with all his being and it’s not that he didn’t know how to show it, he promptly chose not too. He did let his guard down every now and then, and Penny lived for those moments when Rick was sweet and kind. He would do little insignificant things like stroke her hair or look at her without bias. Oh, how her heart would melt when she could feel his warm gaze on her.  Penny lived for those moments because she thrived on attention. In the end, both were not perfect, Rick so rough and Penny too soft, but the Divinity knew all of this and guided them both.

“Look Penny, I don’t have the time for this. We didn’t have plans and I’m sorry. Maybe next time.” And he turned back to his dirt bike. Tears pooled in her eyes and threatened to burst forth. It was at that moment when the Divinity came in full force to her body.  While the Divinity knew what was in his heart, his treatment of Penny had to cease. The color in Penny’s eyes flashed to black, and then to white. The air around her teemed with power which caused her form to look encapsulated in fuzzy strands of energy.

“Richard Freeman Adams.” It was not just that Saphara said his name, she had commanded his soul to harken unto her.  Rick spun around to see his tiny girlfriend standing on the air. Her hair floated around her as if she were underwater, and her eyes flashed so quickly they appeared to be silver.

“WHAT THE FU—” that was all he managed to say before the Celestial magicked him into the air with a delicate flick of her wrist. Saphara pulled him up by his neck until his terrified blue eyes reached her silver ones.

“Mortal,” said Saphara, as her eyes bore into Rick’s, “Do not make the mistake of disgracing my conduit ever again, for when you do so, you anger the Divinity that is always residing with her soul. It is through the grace of my Divine understanding that I do not obliterate you unto a thousand wriggly pieces of diseased flesh. Your lack of respect, your disregard for others and their feelings, and your great vanity all test me sorely. From henceforth, you will bow in submission to my mortal conduit, you will prostrate yourself self at my Temple that exists between her thighs, and you will worship the Goddess that breathes through her lips.” Saphara paused, her eyes slowing in their pulsation. “Do I make myself clear?” All Rick could do was stutter. He tried to scream but he could find nothing in his lungs to generate the sound of his fear. And so, he nodded, and slowly a feeling of understanding washed through his senses. His eyes turned crystal clear, and through them looked his soul into the eyes of the Celestial.

“Saphara.” He said, and that was all the Celestial needed to hear. From this moment one, all would right betwixt Penny and Rick.  Saphara blinked her eyes and triggered a momentary shift in Time.

And so, Penny arrived at Rick’s dumpy little house, the epitome of a bachelor pad. Empty beer cans, trash, and BB gun pellets decorated the landscaping as would flowers and shrubs at another’s home. The garage door was open and that is where she found Rick, bent over laboring on his precious dirt bike.

“Hey,” she said. Rick started and turned around.

“Penny, what are you doing here?” he asked.

“I just wanted to see you.” She said sweetly with a smile.

Rick wiped his hands on his filthy pants and replied, “Well I wish you would have said something. I’m busy and I’ll be leaving with Brady here soon. I have to fix something for him.”

“But Rick, you can’t just say no? I really want to hang out with you right now. I was thinking maybe we could go have ice cream or something. I’ll even buy.” It was pathetic sometimes how much Penny tried to please this man. She knew very well that she came several steps beneath his dirt bike in his life, but hope burned in her chest in the form of a great rose that someday he would realize his folly and be her Prince Charming.

“Look Penny, I don’t have the time for this. We didn’t have plans and I’m sorry. Maybe next time.” And he turned back to his dirt bike. He reached for a wrench and went back to twisting a loose gear. Penny stood and stared forlornly at his back. She walked forth and placed a small hand on the back of his neck and leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“I should have called,” she said. “I’ll get going then. Call me later tonight, if you want.”  Rick nodded his goodbye, and Penny went home.

Rick fumbled around on his bike for quite time. He had spent the past week and a half rebuilding the engine, and he prayed that tonight his efforts would pay off. Holding his breath in anticipation, Rick plunged the rusty key into the ignition and twisted. There was some whining and screaming, but it would not start. His breath came out in a disappointed sigh. Rick tried again. And again. And again. Still nothing. Rick stood straight up and swore. He would have kicked the bike, but that might make things even worse. So, he walked backward a few paces and reached into his pocket for a cigarette. He lit it, and inhaled the fumes and felt a chemical-induced calm flood his senses. The sun was setting behind him, and he could see the reflection glinting off of the chrome sides of the bike. It was strange, he thought, the color of the setting sun reminded him of Penny’s hair. He stood for several minutes, contemplating the image he saw of Penny in the glowing reflection on his bike. Her hair was so beautiful, a deep auburn color with traces of gold in the front. Oh, how he loved to hold the silky tresses when she squirmed and buckled beneath him. He walked towards the bike and reached out to touch the vivid image, only to meet with cold steel. It was at that moment that Rick realized something important; this bike was lifeless. It hardly ever ran properly, caused him nothing but grief, and to his greatest dismay, it didn’t even belong to him. The bike was cold and it was lifeless. He knew that his bike was just a toy, a monument to all the disillusioned fantasies he had ever had. And yet, the sun continued to glow in the reflection until it set behind the horizon. It occurred to him then how to fix the bike, and a smile split across his tanned face.

Another day had passed, and Penny was outside rolling the trash cans down to be picked up the following morning. The sun was lowering itself in the sky, and she felt the warm rays down her back as she deposited the stinking cans by the side of the road. A numbness froze her heart and she was drenched in the sorrow that her love was unrequited. Oh how she wished she could free herself of this burden, this never-ending misery, this heartbreak. Tears were evident in the lavender sheen of her mossy brown eyes. Penny turned to walk back inside the house. Her ears strained to pick up a rumbling noise far off in the distance. The rumbling got louder and louder and Penny had ceased in returning to her house. Instead, she looked down her street and watched as young helmeted man approach her house on a thundering street bike. He killed the engine and the noise died. He swung off with experienced grace and kicked out the stand for the bike to rest. Removing his helmet, Rick walked towards Penny. He stopped and dropped to his knees and placed his helmet beside him. His tanned and muscled arms reached out to encircle Penny’s slim figure into his embrace. Rick nuzzled his face into her soft belly and breathed in her sweet fragrance. Tears began to fall down her face and dripped onto his blonde hair.  Rick looked up and stared into Penny’s face.

“I love you.” He said. He had spent the entire evening trying to figure out an acceptable apology, knowing that he had screwed up terribly. All he could come up with that would be both appropriate and meaningful were those three little words that Penny wished to hear. “I love you.” He repeated. Rick stood and took Penny’s little hands into his and raised them to plant tender kisses. “I love you.” Staring into her large eyes, Rick dropped her hands and reached for the back of her neck. Gently, he pulled her head to his, and he kissed her with an impassioned intensity. His lips grazed hers and he bit her lower lip. Rick kissed the corners of her mouth and then the side of her cheeks. Lastly, he placed a kiss upon the top of her forehead and then bent so that his forehead rested upon that spot. “I love you.”

Penny had a choice to make now. She could either forgive him or spurn him. She contemplated for a few silent moments that stretched for an eternity for the Divinity. Rick’s hair glowed in the setting sun; it looked as if he wore a halo. Penny stroked his hair. It was at that point that she realized something critical. He was a cowboy first, and then her girlfriend. For some reason that epiphany struck a chord in her soul. She knew Rick meant it when he said she loved her, and if she wanted to love Rick, she had to accept his rocky nature.  Penny didn’t know how long she would remain his girlfriend but one thing was for certain, she would stand by Rick so long as he needed her. To hell with what everyone else said about him, he was her cowboy, and she claimed him.

“I love you too, Rick. I’ve always loved you.” Whispered Penny as she accepted him for who he truly he was.

“I know,” he said, “And I’m sorry for being a dick. I don’t try to hurt you, but I always ending up doing so. But I promise you this, Penny, as long as you love me, I will always give you endings like this.” Penny looked up at him quizzically, and her brow creased in confusion.

“Endings?” she asked. Rick motioned with his arm towards the setting sun.

“Endings,” he repeated, “Where I come back after being an ass, say I’m sorry, tell you how much I love you, and where we will ride off into the sunset together like they do in those books you read.”

“I realized last night that I never stop doing things. I keep working and I keep going, and I forget that I need to stop and take a break. You, Penny, you are the one that I want to stop for. I can’t promise that I won’t stop being a dick, but I will stop to properly love you and treat you like the Goddess you are.” It wasn’t the most poetic of apologies, but it made sense. Penny nodded her tear stained face in approval.

“What’s this about riding into the sunset?” she asked, and a small smile lit up her face. Rick extended a hand towards Penny.
                “I’ll show you.” He said, and he led her to his bike.

“But Rick!” she protested as he placed his helmet over his head, “I thought you said your street bike only seat one person. How are we both going to ride?”

“Like this.” Rick straddled his bike and pulled Penny onto his lap and cradled her to his chest.  Her arms wrapped around his neck and she lifted her mossy brown eyes to meet his blue ones.

“Isn’t this dangerous?” she asked.

“Nah, trust me.” And with a wicked smile that was hidden behind the helmet, Rick started the bike and the engine roared with life. He backed out of her drive way, and accelerated towards the setting sun.

Rick lived a simple life. All he needed was love, and then his bike.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The End

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