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Part 2 Infatuations
Chapter 3 Hot Dusty Highway Blues
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"Freakin' Lexus", Samantha snapped, and, kicked the tire, of the overheated, vehicle.. The Lexus had finally run off, into the side, of some 'tumbleweed' highway, and for no apparent reason, wouldn't start, no matter how much Sam fumed. She had to give it to the kid, at the car rental shop, he really had tried to warn her, even, going so far as offering to forfeit his commission, if she just wouldn't take the car.
"How far are you going in that thing?" Were the last words that she'd, actually, heard from him.
"Not very damn far, apparently", Sam shouted.
The hot sun was beginning to pound at her skin, and, was causing her short, white tee shirt, to cling to her body, as the sweat. that had almost soaked it, accumulated.
"Damn car!"
She looked up into the cloudless sky.
Damn sun!" She fumed.
First the car had swerved, just, incongruously, so far, to the right, and, then, right, again, back toward the left, without the slightest caution, and, as well, the blazing sun, had been pouring down, pretty consistently, upon her, most often, from her side of the car, since morning, And, now the evil thing, was just sitting, at the side of the road, for no damn reason. But what could she do? It had been the last car.
She'd already made it through three quarters of the last, long stretch of tumbleweed road, going straight through near a quarter of the state, and, she could, now, so clearly see, the oasis type image, of Plymouth, the towering, spring filled, mountain, that had stood out, straight before her, on the road, since well before this stretch had begun to appear, an intimidation. The plush blanket of forest, that surrounded Plymouth's slopes, were such a stark contrast, to the imposing highway, that lay before it.
'I knew I should have stopped at one more convenience store, before taking on this highway', she thought, 'I could have prepared better...I could have, at least, gone home, and, got my weapons, she pondered, But, she knew, there had been no opportunity. She had been making such good time, especially once she'd left civilization...but, with that damn hit man out there.
If he'd already got Jason...the thought sent such a frightening chill through her whole body, that, she, immediately, erased any pictures, it may have sprung forth, upon her mind. She hadn't a single lead, on Jason, in over a week, though, and, anyway, there was no way, she could be in two places, at once, she thought, turning around, and leaning against the front hood of the car. She stared, in both directions, and, she'd better, somehow, figure out how to get off this damn highway.
She stared off, into space,. This place could be so, daunting, she mused, and, so, strangely, confounding, at times, she began to remember.. She could remember, just, tearing through the woods, and, those Summers, and, playing, and, just playing, like it was a world, for her, that crossed boundaries, in her young mind, between reality, and, fancy.
A number of the events of her childhood, started to unfold, in her mind, now and, again, and gradually, the surroundings began to take on a more profound familiarity, for her. She remembered, there had been houses, sporadically placed, now and again, down the road, when she was younger.
She wondered if any of those houses were there now. Sam placed her hand, upon her forehead, to shield the light, as she heard a feint puttering, from the direction, that she had come from, and, was surprised to see, that, the state of the shiny, red, flatbed, Ford, truck, that was coming, directly at her, down the road, distinctive music, blaring, out of it...cherry red, and, polished, to perfection.
"I hear hurricanes a blowin' I know, the end is comin' soon...I fear, rivers, overflowing...I hear the voice, of rage, and, ruin...Don't go round, tonight...or, it's bound to take your life....There's a bad moon, on the rise..."
Slowly, the Ford, pulled up, to a stop, beside her, still, directly, on the road. An older man, about Edward Quartermaine's age, with much longer hair, and, a cowboy hat, turned his radio off, and, leaned out the window, and, looked at her, from behind a pair of large Varnet sunglasses. chewing on tobacco, and, occasionally spitting out, far in the direction, away from her.
That's a nice car, there." he said.
Sam looked right at him, and, blinked, a couple of times.
You wanna trade?"
The cowboy looked back and forth, from the car, to the girl, and, the car, to the girl, again, and spit out, to the side, one more time.
"You shit'n me, little girl?"
"No, no, I wouldn't do that," Sam insisted, "I really wouldn't do something like that, I promise you. I'm a private investigator. I'm in the middle of a case. It's very important. I wouldn't be all the way out here, in the middle of nowhere...with such sparse, provisions, if it wasn't a matter of extreme importance."
The man looked at the car again, and, snickered, Then he looked back, again, at the girl. He shook his head, up and, down, a bit mockingly. Sam persisted, tenaciously.
"I don't know what would be the most way to persuade you, how important this is. Lives are at stake, I can assure you."
The man just looked at her, somewhat blankly.
"We could tow this car to your house, up the road, and, you just keep it there, for a day, maybe, two, as collateral...and, and, the cards...I promise. I'm just going down to the mountain, with your truck, to check on a friend. I'm telling you, the truth, really. I'm an honest person. Do I look like an honest person, to you? I do..don't I?"
He took another look, at her face, and, then, he nodded his head.
"How'd you know about my house, up the road?" He asked, suddenly, as he stepped out of his truck, and shut the door, a sudden trace of skepticism, in his voice.
"I've been here, before, a long time ago" she told him, confidently, "I do remember, there are few houses, scattered, scattered, about here. I'm not sure, in which direction, exactly." she glanced at him. "I haven't seen one, for miles...so, it's just an educated guess. I knew you probably, had to live, somewhere, pretty close, by, here."
She stared, back, off, into the direction of the Highway, toward, Ethan, and, toward Hawthorne Grove Forest, and, the highway had already taken a lot out of her, so, she was not entirely attentive , when he stepped up, behind her, and, suddenly, his voice was lowered, and he spoke much more slowly to her, almost, right in her ear.
"But, you are quite mistaken."
His sudden change of tone, made her gasp, but, she didn't turn all the way around, mostly, out of fear. She was never certain, and for that matter, had not been, since Jason disappeared, when, or, if, the hit man, might suddenly surface.
"I do know...exactly, who you are...though, Sam McCall"...
Sam gasped, and, started to turn, but, then, he grabbed her arm, lightly, and, gave out a high pitched, hollow, laugh, that, turned, rapidly, to an even more fatuous snicker. Then, he just kept snickering, through his nose.
"What the heck?" Sam responded, quite bothered, at this moment, with the ludicrousness of it.
"Oh,' the man finally paused, trying to quiet his hysteria. "Oh, I got you..I got you good, Sam McCall..."
He laughed again.
"You don't remember me, do you?" He finally slowed down, to ask, a little quieter, this time, "You really don't remember me, at all, do you. I seen you so many times, little girl...back, when you was growin' up"
He nodded his head.
"Yep, you used to come up here, all them Summers, whit yer daddy...a bunch of times. I couldn't forget a pretty, little, face, like yours...not in a million years, naw. You don't remember? You used to come down to our grocery store, by the house. It's the only one, in the valley...you'd always get you a Rainbow Pop and, try to get your daddy to buy you Cracker Jacks, to...you remember...?"
Sam turned her head, a little, to the side, and now, for the first time, really, studied the intricate lines in his face.
"Remember the tree, with the big, shiny red apples...and, you used to just love to climb that tree, and, get you one." He laughed.
A moment passed.
"At the end of the Summer...when your daddy was wantin' to leave...you couldn't bear to go...and, you'd go, and, try an' hide, up in there, in them branches. You'd stay, for the longest time, sometimes,..you didn't want to come down, out of the tree..." he finished, softly.
Sam just looked at him, for a second, or two.
He looked down, shyly.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to stir up any distant memories, Samantha, if you don't care to think about it. You probably don't remember who I am," he said, "It was a long time ago. I'm sure I look a lot different. I'm not quite the man I was, then."
He looked down, at the ground.
"Mr. Dillon, Charley Dillon...you know...like Bob Dylan....but...d-i-l-l-o-n. I remember you," Sam said, quietly, "and, your wife's name is Evelyn. I do remember."
She laughed.
"God, I loved climbin' that tree."...
Mr. Dillon laughed, also, and put his hand, on her shoulder.
"I know you, Sam McCall. I know you're an honest person. Of course, I knew, from the moment I laid eyes on you, that I was gonna help you. Come on, let's get this lemon of a ca,r hooked up to the old truck."
Sam stepped, along, beside Charles Dillon, as he walked back, to hook the car, up to his rig. While they were walking, he snickered, again, and looked at her.
"You got anything else to trade?"
Sam's comeback, as per usual, did not miss a beat, of deadpan, timing.
"I don't know...do you?"
"Come on, little lady...let's go on and see. We'll check out the store, and, I know Evelyn has probably got somethin', interesting, lying around, for you."
"Oh, no...thank you...fuck me, again!" Ethan's words rang out, from the car window, of the Mustang, onto the, still air, of the, otherwise, silent, empty, highway.
"Oh...thank you...hurt me, again, motherfuckers!"
His cries had rung out, only moments after, the, actual, white rabbit, had scampered, out in front of the car, startling him, with the suddenness, and, causing him to jerk the handle, out of impulse. The car swerved, drastically, to the right. He had, then, heard the right tire pop,as a nail pierced it, and, the car plunged, wildly, off of the road. Striking the very corner of his temple, upon the rear view mirror, he slammed on the brakes, just in time, He had barely, avoided, the rocky hillside, at the base of the mountain. He struggled, as he was catching his breath.
"Shit! Shit! Shiiit! Why the hell did a white, fucking, rabbit cause you to swerve? What the hell do you care about a damn white rabbit, anyway?"
He was sitting in the car, rather dazed,
'Ok, don't even see, the mountain...no mountains...for miles, not even a hill...not even the tiniest, most minute, little, damn ,hill...and, now...I guess, just wanna go run my ass into this, gigantic, friggin' rock!'
Still, he looked up, a bit daunted, at the seemingly, expanding hillside, above, that encompassed Hawthorne Grove. At least, he had made it, most of the way. He still had, at least, an hour of open road, ahead, even, once he hit the windy roads, leading to the cabin.
Damn!"
He sat back, and, he stared up, into the nearly, cloudless sky, yet the sun penetrated, hard, against his skin, and, the seat beaded his chest, and, brow.
"Damn it! Why do you hate me?" He railed, toward the vast heavens, above him, then, sat back, and, shook his head, back, and forth, laughing. He looked back, up, toward the one cloud, he saw, in the sky. He looked at it, pensively, talking to it, like it had some vague answers, or some link, to the beyond.
"Why does it seem like it's just me, you hate?
He asked the question, to the wide open sky. Then, a moment later, he unconsciously, reached up, toward the wetness, that had begun to trickle, along, the right side of his brow mixing, itself in, with the substantial moisture, of his sweat, that seemed, at times, to be pouring from his face, or, down his back. He reached over onto the passenger seat, and, picked up, his tee shirt, which had been, uselessly, drenched, for miles, and, dabbed at it.
"Well...I didn't think I hit that hard..."
He stepped out of the car, and, closed the sun roof, then, latched it. He noticed that his head seemed to spin, when he stood to his feet, for the first time. The sun was really penetrating, and, challenging his senses, by now.
"I gotta change this tire, and, get the hell out of this heat," he mumbled, and and, pulled himself, forward.
Suddenly, he laughed, just a bit, but, mostly, a sarcastic grin.
"It's really fuckin' boring, running for your life!" He shouted, opening the trunk, and, pulling out the spare tire, and, jack. He set the spare tire down, by the front of the car.
By now the beads of sweat were starting to well up again, in his pores, and, his whole body, was, once again, fast becoming drenched with the wetness, of his own perspiration.
'Well, it's like, I might as well, just, not waste my time, fightin' it', he thought, and, ran his hands, along the damp moisture, as it, ran, along his chest.
"Screw it...all, of it. Just, change the tire..."
After he had placed the tire back on, he tightened the bolts, back on the frame, and, loaded the old tire, and, the jack, back into the trunk, then, closed the it. He had grabbed a large bottle of water, from the inside, and, he leaned back on the edge of the car, and, started to drink some of it. He stood straight up, and, he started to pour a large amount of the water, over his head, chest, and, arms, and, much of it, trickled lightly.
It felt so good, and refreshing to him, and, slightly chilling, against his skin, and, it caused, goose flesh to well up on all this pours, for a few moments. He let out a deep breath, and ran his hands through his cool, wet hair. He let out a moan, and, took a deep breath, releasing it all, in one gigantic, huff, sounding, something, in the distance, like a stallion, in the vague, desert winds. Unconsciously, he began to swirl his hips, to a kind of, invisible music.
"Let's dance! ...boom...bu-boom, boom, boom", he whispered, "Put on your red shoes, and, dance, the blues...boom, bu-boom, boom."
Calmly he began to dance, gracefully, in the sunlight, as the first hint of shadow, began to fall, sheltered by the towering rocks. ,
"Let's sway...sway through the crowd, to an empty space...ha ha ha..."
His whole body, was swaying, impulsively, back and forth, by now, and, his hips, were swinging, and, rotating, to, and, fro, as, he sang.
"...and, if you say run...I'll run, with you...and, if you say hide...we'll hide...because, my love, for you...would break my heart , in two...if you should fall...into my arms...and, tremble...like...a...flower...wow,"
Ethan laughed, out loud.
"...the shit that Luke has on that player...dang! Could do with some Lady Ga Ga, about now,'" he mused, "Just, Dance! Bu-dut-um-boom..."
Still, he was moving toward the open car door, to grab the MP3, which was, after all, the only music, he had. He was still laughing, and, kept singing, while he reached onto the passenger seat, and, grabbed it, then, turned it on, and shoved it into his back pocket, as he began to pick some things, around the car, so he could head out, again. The original Eagles song, on the player, began, from the beginning, and, he hummed and, sang along with some of the lyrics.
"...four that want to own me...two, that wanna...don't let the sound of your own wheels...make you..."
By now, he'd finished, and, took a couple of deep breaths, then he stepped around the car, and opened the driver's side door, still singing, along, to parts of the song.
"Well, I'm standin' on the corner, in 'Bum-Fuck, Arizona...such a fine sight to see...It's a girl my lord, in a flat bed Ford, slowin' down, to take a look, at me...Come on, baby...don't say maybe...I gotta know if your sweet love, is gonna saaave me..."
He stopped suddenly, and, shielded his eyes, as he stared off, down the road, in the direction he had come from, because, he saw dust, smoking up, along the highway, as a vehicle, was fast, approaching.
"No way!"
His jaw began to drop open.
'...There was no way, in hell.. It is most certainly, not, really, an honest, to goodness, woman, in a an honest to goodness, bright, cherry, red, freakin., flatbed...Ford...truck....some kind of...hot chick, comon' at me...wearing a...a sunhat..."
He peered closer.
"Ok...nooot happening! I feel like I haven't seen a woman, in so long," he laughed, though, he pressed open the latch, to the car door.
The truck pulled over, beside the 69 Mustang, and he clicked it shut, again. The woman stepped out of the truck, on the driver's side, closed the door, and seemed to take very elegant, accentuated, steps, around the back. He could not see her face, because of the sun hat, but, the sensuous form of her body, looked slender, warm, and, enthralling, as she stepped closer, to him. Her clinging, white tee shirt, was drenched, and he could see under the damp shirt, as it cascaded downward, over the waistline of her tight dark, blue jeans.
'This woman has a beautiful body', he mused. 'Maybe my horrendous month, could possible be going better, momentarily.'
She suddenly, strode, more briskly, toward him, and, as she approached, she took the sun hat, and, tossed it onto the back, of the flat bed truck. Ethan started to smile, but, in a moment of registration, the smile vanished, from his lips, as well, as his eyes, which registered a feint element of fear, and, disdain, when he recognized, Sam McCall, standing, there, just a, few, mere, feet, from where he stood. He gasped, and, stepped backward, in shock, almost stumbling, in the heat, midst the sweltering heat, and the oddly swirling, patterns, of his mind.
"No! You're not here You're not!" he shouted, "I don't see you. You're not standing there...you little, fucking, freaky, bitch!"
Sam just stood there, a moment. The sharp chill, of the afternoon's first wind's floated across her back, and, along with him words, sent something cold, across her whole being. He looked at her, with true fear, in his eyes, which was laced, with something more akin to loathing. At first, it seemed, almost impossible for her to speak, then, she proceeded.
"Ethan, please, don't speak to me, like that. It's so, unlike you. I know you're angry with me. I understand, that, perfectly. Just, please, let me talk to you, for one moment. It's very..."
"You think I'm angry with you?" He repeated, in a questioning manner. "Damn straight, I'm angry with you, freaky broad...you freaky, little...aaarrhh."
"Ethan..."
"Where's your boyfriend?" He was looking around, occasionally, on the ground, for the tire iron, but, he realized, he had already put it in the trunk. "Did you come out here, to do me, together? Like 'couples' thing? ...oh, yeah...oh, yeah...he's actually, unresponsive, I hear...I think...""
He looked upward, along the higher levels of ground, the jagged, endless seeming, slopes,of the, no more,, distant, mountain. He looked, back and, forth, a couple of times, assessing the relative, between the trunk of the car, and, Sam, and, then, back, up, pensively, toward the crumbly mountain slopes. He took a deep breath, and, stared right into her eyes, for a few moments.
"Ethan please. I wouldn't hurt you. I wouldn't hurt you...not, again...not for the world."
He turned away, in disgust, for a moment, and, shook his head.
"Yeah, you just came, all the way, out here, to the middle of this, socially phenomenal...totally 'happening', location! Well, that makes sense,", he fumed. "You Sam, probably, 'the freakiest broad, I've ever, met'...drives a freaking red truck, all the way out here, to the middle of Bum-Fuck, Arizona...in order to catch up...what?...on harassing me,? !"
His laugh sounded rather, harsh.
"We're not in Arizona," Sam said.
He looked out, at the open highway.
"We might as well be."
After a moment, he touched his forehead, where the area, toward the right of his temple, had become very sore.
"Ethan, you're bleeding," Sam declared, "You're hurt. Please, let me help you, for once...let me..."
"Get away from me!" He shouted.
"Ethan...I need to try to tell you something...just, take a deep breath, and listen to me, just, for a... "
She took one step closer, and, he reached his left hand toward her, and tapped the base of it, against her chest bone. At the exact same moment, his other arm, pulled back, spontaneously, as his right was clenched into an instant fist.
"I said...fucking, stay away from me!"
Sam stepped back, bit, out of shock, and, horror, and, Ethan stepped back, also. He lowered his fist, slowly.
She just looked at him, and, she couldn't believe what she had just seen.
"I'm not like that.' He said, softly. "I don't care what you, all, think. I'm not that!"
She did not step forward, again, for long moment.
"I know, very well, that you're not," she whispered. "That's why I came all the way out here...to tell you, that...to tell you about Kiefer...and...how wrong I was...about so much...about you, Ethan. I just...I need to explain, to you...I have to..."
"Explain?"
He laughed out loud, again. How his laugh, so, mimicked the way his father's had seemed, when she said the same thing, to him.
"Ok," He shouted , in a harsh, accentuated way, "Why don't you just go ahead and explain to me, then, why you fucking...ruined...my...life!"
He laughed.
"Nothing's pressing here, of course...we have all day."
"The sun's going to go down, pretty, soon." Sam replied.
She reached toward his temple.
"Please, let me just take care of the blood."
"Don't touch me!"
His sharp tone, stopped her, in her tracks, again, as, he pointed at her, and, completed his intentions, by enunciating them, directly, toward her.
"Don't you...ever....freaking...touch me, again," he shouted, in a demanding tone.
These treacherous, and, harsh words were so penetrating to her being, it made her stop dead in her tracks.
"Why wouldn't you believe me?" His voice, was starting to break down, "I told you I didn't do it. I told you, so many damn times, I was innocent of that...heinous crime...but, you believed it. You thought I was capable of it."
He suddenly lowered the tone of his voice, and, talked softly.
"Why was it so easy for you to believe it, of me?
Even your boyfriend gave me the benefit, of the doubt...but, not you."
It was so hard for her to look, in his eyes, now. She looked down, toward the ground, and, shook here head, and, then, glanced, back up, and met his gaze.
"I was wrong. I was a fool...I was so fooled, by the hold Keifer had on Kristina...that caused her to lie. I was so gullible. I believed it all...just all of it. Can you ever, in your whole life, just, try forgive me, for all this?"
He didn't say a word, but, looked at her, with disdain. He stepped back, and, sat down, on the largest rock, over by the base of the mountain. He just looked at the ground, but, they were both so intently aware, of each other's presence, at this time, that neither one of them could have shifted, without the other one knowing it.
"How, the fuck, do you expect me to get past something, like that?" He finally asked her."I mean, what did you expect of me? You thought you could just come to my open arms?"
He stood up, and, walked back toward her, slowly. She realized, at some point, that he was picking up his pace.
"You know what the real problem, is, with you?" He shouted out, "You think you can kick my ass."
He pointed at her, again, but, only once.
"You've always thought you could kick my ass, from the moment, that you freaking met me, bitch! What is it with hard ass women, like you...you think you can just trash me, every minute, of the fucking day "
The cold words were piercing, but, Sam, just stood there, momentarily. He did not come, much closer to her.
"That's not true," Sam said, slowly.
"Yes, you have", he continued. "You've always played your little games...with me...I don't know what you want from me. You want some, dim, panty waste guy, who follows you around, going...'oh, yes...yes...whatever you want...I'll do it...whatever it is, as long as you don't fuuck my head up, anymore."
"I never did that," Sam stammered, "It wasn't till...Kiefer, had such an influence, over Kristina...I never would have...Ethan, you must relent from this senseless badgering, please...please, do listen to me...hear what I'm saying...really, hear me. I am sorry...I am so, just, so sorry."
"You're 'sorry'...'so, so sorry'. Now, you're just comin' at me...with, 'oh, you're sorry.'..."
"Ethan...stop."
Her voice became, somewhat exasperated, but, she, then, proceeded, with a delicate, caution.
"Fuck you!"
He leaned against the car, again.
"I know what it is," he finally. declared, "I know what the fuck's going on."
Sam was breathing, deeply, and, she attempted to take one very long, and, mind cleansing, breath.
"What is that you believe is going on?" she sighed, a bit, nervously.
He jumped up, to a standing position, very quickly, again, up in her face.
"I KNOW what's going on!" He stormed.
Sam took a step backward., but, Ethan, kept advancing. She almost stumbled, while, he kept drawing closer.
"You think I'm submissive...don't you? You think I'm fucking submissive!"
"What?" Sam burst out, a look, of real astonishment, plastered all over her face.
It was, perhaps, the last thing, that she had expected, at that moment, to come forth, from his mouth. He was still standing up, straight, and, tall, right, before her. He looked right in her face and began to enunciate sharply.
"You are, merely, three/ fifths, my fucking size!"
He was, almost, yelling.
"I could kick your ass, any day of this, fucking, week...and, you know it!"
"Ethan..."
"You know it...you, fucking, whore!"
Ethan lunged, immediately, in the direction, toward her, and, it was so sudden, so, impulsive, that it shocked her, and, gave her no ample time, to respond, in any way, in regard to defending herself.
Ethan grasped Samantha, with his strong hands, and, for the first time, as, they were clamped, so tightly around her arms, and, at times, her, shoulders, she realized, just how powerful, he truly, physically was. He just moved her, so, effortlessly, around, pressing her, backwards, and, grasping her, it seemed, toward him, at times, so that she could not have moved to get away, in any capacity.
"Ethan," she screamed, "Ethan...no! Let me go!...Please! Let me go...you damn bastard...let me go!"
Ethan relaxed his grip, and, let her slip away, softly, form his impersonal advances. Then, he just stood there.
"What's the matter?" He asked, "Don't you like it?"
He put his foot on the rear bumper, for a moment.
"I guess, I should have never come out, into the FUCKING WOODS, with, you. Don't open that trunk door...Ethan!" Sam shouted, fiercely. Her voice rumbled, and, cracked, with the force of her shout. "I mean it...don't you dare go for that, fucking, tire iron, you mother fucker!"
"I just said, 'I thought you liked it'," Ethan shrugged.
He put his boot down, and, walked away from the foot of the car.
"Just...please...Ethan," she said, in a very soft voice. " just come...over here, and, talk to me, for a moment, please...we've got to try to communicate, better than...this...somehow. I'm so sorry about what happened...please, try."
Ethan walked toward her, still, a skeptical, unbending expression upon his pale features.
He started walking around her, in circles.
"Well, I don't know...you seem to really like it...rough...sometimes..."
"You don't know what you're talking about..."
"I don't?"
She tried to elude his strange shifts, but, he kept such a tight area, of space around her, that she could hardly step, and, in no direction, that resembled being away from him. He moved closer to her, again. He backed her up, against the frame of the car, in the open doorway of the passenger seat, and, she was blocked off, by the door frame.
"Ethan, damn it!"
Samantha pressed against him, but, he was so still, that it caused them both, to remain, immovable.
"Let me go...Ethan," she said, more softly.
He was still pressing, firmly, against her. The bulge in his trousers, was more prominent, than, she had yet imagined, it could have been.
"You used to like it so much," he spoke, in a much softer voice, and, his hands roved, emphatically, over the course of her entire frame, and, encompassed so much, of her skin.
"You used to beg me never to stop."
He pressed up against her, with his whole body, and just held her there, and, she felt her muscles start to relax, in a very involuntary way, that was startling to her senses.
"Eth-an..."
He whispered, in tones, right up, beside her ear, and, rubbed across her breasts, sometimes, clutching, in random areas, around her body.
"See...you can't get enough." He sneered.
Ethan pressed his right hand firmly, against the very base of Samantha's crotch., which made her gasp out. He laughed, with some sort of repulsive, delight. He rubbed the middle finger, of his hand, rather roughly, but, a little slow, straight up the crack of her sex, all the way, up to her clit. Samantha's head, started to roll back, involuntarily. She moaned, so it was not, entirely evident, to her, that he had groaned, also. But, she still, was pushing him away.
He stepped back, momentarily, but, only far enough to reach out, and, grab her hair, all at once, really hard, at the base of her neck, and then, he pulled her head, back, though, it was in a much gentler, way, now. She could feel her heart beating, so rapidly, in fear. Ethan grabbed her, by her arms, and, twisted her around, till her back was to him, and, he had literally bound her, to him, with them. Then, he whispered, loudly, near her ear.
"But, after what you did to me...do you think, for one moment, that I will spare you all the heartache, that you have, coming to you?"
Sam was struggling in his clutches, but, he just seemed to enjoy it, all the more, that she couldn't get away.
"Ethan..."
She tried again, in vain, to struggle, but, he only held her closer to him, and licked at her ear, and, blew, lightly, into it. He went on, with his this, most, hostile whisper.
"You fucking bitch...I bet, you remember, now, how you liked it. You liked to play with me, just, every single minute."
He was pressing, against, her, and, she simply, could do nothing, but struggle to release herself from his clutches.
"You remember...you remember how you used to play games...with my mind. Well, are you feelin' sorry, now, that i hate you? So...are you sorry, for that., at least...that I will hate you, always?"
Sam was incapable of fighting with him, anymore. She had no real concept of all the emotions that he was, so, easily, capable of causing to be emitted, all, through her, until the moment, when, he had begun to touch her. Now, she was so afraid, yet, she could not account for the warmth, and, light, that seemed, again, to permeate, her system.
She simply froze, and, pressed, back, against him. Her head fell slightly back, against his shoulder., She felt resigned to believe, in her own, initial, impressions of him, before they had been so bastardized, like every other aspect, of whatever our relationship might have been meant, to be ...and, that impression was, that he was a good guy...a wonderful, man...
This was some twisted dream...but, if she solved the riddle right, he would release her. She let go, these same thoughts, toward the heavens, and, then she allowed herself to be almost limp, in his arms. She truly felt every inch of his being, encompassing her, somehow. Whatever this wrath, of his, that she had suffered the actions to incur, she was fully prepared to face. She knew, somehow, in this sheer moment of abandon, that she in some way, had belonged to him, maybe, forever. She had just forgotten. He just held her there, for a long time.
"So, that's just it, then" he he said, in almost a whisper, "You're sorry."
Sam nodded.
"Then, say it to me.." he muttered, "Say how fuckin' sorry you are, to me, again."
"I'm sorry.."
"Again..."
The tingling line, of his tongue, as it traced, around the lobe of her ear, chilled her, again, as a light stream of air, floated, upon it. He laughed, with a wry delight, and, triumph, as, he had slowly begun to loosen his grip, on her, She would have, not been, but, vaguely aware of this.
"I'm sorry," Sam gasped.
He gently placed his hands, about her arms, and twisted her around, till she was peering up at him. The look in his eye, was purely triumphant, but, she had not envisioned, that, such a glint of malice, would have accompanied the quite forceful kiss, that he seemed determined to plant on her.
She pulled back, slightly, in start. and, he kissed her, lightly, upon her cheeks, and around the sensuous areas, of her for head. Yet, still, she was starting to cringe, a bit, again, at his cold, sudden, touch, as the grip of his hands, on her arms, tightened, and, he pulled her closer, toward his acrid expression.
"...but, after what you did to me...you really do have a lot of nerve...ha ha... to imagine, that I would, just, simply, forgive you...for ALL, the things you've done..to me."
"Oh, please,...Ethan"
Sam was feeling little other than absolute fatigue. She couldn't imagine, how, after driving all night and day, that he had all the energy, that it took, to exhaust her so...and, how many days, without sleep, before that, he had endured, partly, from the impact of all her mistaken notions. Yet he just kept, on, almost, screaming, at her, clutching her to him, so she couldn't get away.
"You're such a whore...you just give it away, so many times...so often..."
"No," she muttered.
He laughed straight in her face.
"Yes, you do...you lie...you cheat...you manipulate...things, all around. me...you have, for years..."
Sam froze, in her tracks, She looked, straight, at him.
"No...I didn't," she said, with profound conviction. "I haven't, even..."
"Yes, you did...you forget, I used to know you, back when you could sell it, so easy, to anybody! You used to lie to me...cheat on me...try to drag me around, like our personal 'f'uck up' boy..."
"I did not do those things, Ethan," Sam screamed, and, scratched, deliberately, and, desperately, at his arms. But, he only tightened his grip, firmer, screaming back, right at her.
"Yes, you did, Rebecca!" He shouted. "You did every fucked up thing to me, in the world...faster, than I could ever even figure out it had been done..."
Sam's eyes turned cold, and a freezing current, seemed to emanate forth from them.
"Rebecca?" She gasped.
She was just staring towards him. He was shaking her.
"You did them all, Rebecca. It wouldn't be able to make it all go away, even, if I could just make it all stop.
Sam stood back, and, held herself, about her arms, protectively.
"I'm not Rebecca," She said, with evident determination.
Ethan pressed toward her, clasping his hand over her mouth, then, moved back, away from her, suddenly.
"Shut up!"
He just stood there, glaring at her, and, wouldn't take his eyes away.
"Shut...the ...fuck...up, Rebecca..." He sneered.
Sam rolled her eyes.
"Ethan," she stormed, out, louder. "I am not Fucking, Rebecca!"
Ethan sighed and took a deep breath, and, looked at her, strangely...perhaps, a bit closer.
"You're, fucking, Rebecca..."
Sam just looked at him, and, then shook her head, back, and forth. a whole lot of times.
"I am not!"
Ethan paused, and, for the first time, he silently, reached up toward the small wound, on his forehead, and, looked, uneasy, He dabbed, at the cut, with the dingy tee shirt. He glared at her, threateningly, and, threw the shirt aside, again.
"If I could just get my hands around your throat..."
Sam kept her cooled down demeanor,, somehow. She looked, closely, a his eyes.
"You're Rebecca," He blared, at her, once again.
"I can't be Rebecca," she told him, quite simply, "It's impossible...because, I can't be two people, at once."
He looked at her, for the first time, confused.
"What do you mean?"
She guarded his gaze, jealously.
"I can't be Rebecca...because, I'm...Sam..."
He took a breath, and blinked once.
"Sam?"
He mused. momentarily, on the thought,
"You're Rebecca..." he fell back to repeating, in his mind.
"I'm not Rebecca," Sam repeated, with a quiet patiently, once again.
"You're not Rebecca?"
He blinked, again.
"You're Sam." He whispered.
Sam looked in his eyes, and, nodded. Ethan knitted his brow, and, he looked right at her, and, for the first time, he seemed to register an uneasy doubt, somewhere, within his mind.
"You're not Sam." he said insistently, to her again. "You're Rebecca...there's no way I would, ever, speak that way to Sam...I would, never..."
His voice trialed of, for a moment.
"There's no way, in hell, I would ever speak to Sam that way."Your...your...fucking Reb..."
He turned, away, and, just kept repeating himself, questioningly. He sat down on the large rock, again,
"I would never treat Sam that way", he fianally said. "because...because, I love Sam."
He stood up, suddenly, and, looked closely, at her, again, and, a fear, and, horror, registered, in his eyes. He turned around, and, looked at her, and, she raised her gaze, and, met his.
"No," he gasped, "No...that didn't, really just happen...there's, just, no way in hell! Oh, Jesus, Sam..."
His palm clenched, over his mouth, for a long while, then, he moved it quietly, away. He just stood and, looked at her. He leaned back, on the rock. He looked dazed, though, almost, like ,he couldn't move.
"Sam, I'm so sorry."
He wouldn't even look a her. I don't...I don't know what I'm doing....I don't know, what's going on, at all."
He paused.
"Oh, no...this isn't happening, no!.This is not happening, again, no...oh, no way, at all."
She moved toward him, and touched him, compulsively, on the shoulders, and, lightly, across his hair, causing, him to moan, in distraction. But, he didn't stand up. As she stood, for a moment, closely, beside, him, she saw that, his demeanor, had changed, once, again. He seemed exhausted, and, immobilized, somehow, by his own tortured sense, of uncontrollable grief. He seemed barely there, to her, in comparison to every other time, she had ever seen him, and, it frightened her.
He was looking away, in distraction. He leaned his body, in half, and, clenched his arms around his shoulders, rocking forward, a little, and, back, on occasion. It seemed, at times, to Sam, that he was nearly weeping. Sam had not moved, in some time. She was building the courage in her mind, to come up with the words, that would not devastate any, and, all, relations between them, forever.
"This is not your fault, Ethan, and, I won't let you continue to think so. You're hurt. You have injusred yourself, and, you're not quite coherent, and, I'm afraid..."
Her voice trailed off, but, there was, still a dead silence, from him.. She went on.
"Things are so overwhelming, for you, right now...for us," ahe went on,"and, it's not, all about, simply, the things that we've done. In so many ways, we're just victims, in this. I need you to snap out of it, right now, and, remember what kind of person, you really are. You're lovable. You've been loveable, all the time..."
She had to fight back her emotions, to speak..
"I just, didn't know it. Can we just try to chill out, a little, so, we can, give each other a chance."
He sat up, and, looked, at her.
"Go away, Sam," He finally said, in rather certain, tone.
She looked positively, exasperated.
"I need you, to come with me, take my hand, and, come with me, to the car.
Listen,to me, you've got to pull yourself together, a little bit, here. I'm not kidding. I have to get you to a hospital, or something. The cell phones work for shit, around here. The power lines are out, all over the mountain, Mr. Dillon told me, till morning, cause, a couple of the power lines, are down. We've got to get out of here, before it starts getting dark. "
He swiped her hand away.
"Go away...I fucking mean it."
She grabbed his hand, again, but, it was tenderly.
"This has been an exhausting day.", She said.
She sighed, heavily.
"I don't want to go to the damn hospital. There isn't one for about a hundred miles..."
Sam smiled, gently, at him.
"Yeah, in Bum-Fuck, Nebraska."
Ethan stopped, and, glanced toward, her. She thought she detected the hint of a smile, from him.
"We're not in Nebraska," he grinned.
Then, he snickered, and, looked away, as though, it were still inappropriate, for him to be smiling. She tried to speak softly. Her words, by this time, were floating upon him, in a resonating manner, and, he barely understood a syllable she was speaking.
"Come on,"
I don't want to go with you, Sam...I don't want to get in the car, with you..."
She crouched down, beside him.
"Why?" She asked him, quite, simply.
"I don't know, Sam", he shrugged, "I don't understand it. I just can't do it, all, anymore...with you..."
She shook her head.
"No,", she said, disagreeing, "It's not true...none of this...It's the fucking, desert...none of this is true! I have to get you out of here."
"No,", he began, to pull away, abruptly. I'm not going anywhere with you, Sam. I don't know, if I, really...trust you, anymore..."
Sam really sighed, as he pulled away from her, yet again, and, held his palm up, to his face. He went on.
"I'm not going...I said, I'm not going with you, Sam...you can't make me...You can't. .Rebecca...tell, her...I can't go with her...I can't be with her...like, this...anymore..."
Sam looked at Ethan very oddly. She wasn't sure what to make of all his sudden emotional, shifts, she just knew, he was utterly exhausted.
"Rebecca...Rebecca, do you think, I should ? Should I go, in the damn car?"
Sam just gazed, at him, in silence. She shook her head.
Answer me, Rebecca...," He snapped, "What do you think?
"I think you should go," Sam said, softly.
He stopped.
"I should go? You think, I should go? Is that you, Rebecca? I thought you were there...I don't know...Is that you...Rebecca?"
Sam bit down, on the very edge, of her lip
"Yes," she whispered, walking, quietly, over, toward him.
She touched his hair, softly, though, it's certain, h never, did, feel it.
"Yes, it's me..." Sam, said softly, "It's Rebecca...I think you should go."
He looked up toward her
She took his hand, and, he stood, slowly, to his feet.
Ethan slowly slipped backward, against the doorway of the Mustang, and, eased his way into the passenger side of the car. He immediately repositioned his whole body to one side, and, after Sam had shut the door, carefully, behind him, he leaned his head onto his hands, against the window, and, was, at this point, Sam could tell, completely, unconscious.
She stepped into the driver's seat, and, touched his forehead, which felt remarkably cold, but, his breathing was fine, and his heart was beating, steadily, as ever. She buckled, his seat belt around him, then she positioned herself in the driver's seat, and, adjusted the mirror. She strapped her own seat belt, around her, and, turned the key, in the ignition.
She stared over at Ethan. How all those uninvited feelings, had crept upon her, and, she wasn't certain at what point ,they had taken on, this particular intensity, and, that was the, distinct bit of knowledge, at that point, she really would have liked to have known. Ethan shifted, some, in his seat, as Samantha found herself, glancing at his face, for several moments, before she started to turn out, on the road.
An unexpected melody began, that sounded, as though it was from a small MP3 player, over near, vicinity of where Ethan was laying back. She recognized, an obscure, 80's dance song, by the B52s, but, she couldn't tell exactly, where it was coming from. She shrugged, and, smiled, quietly, for a moment, and, the rhythmic sounding song, began to play, and, she stepped, lightly, to the gas pedal, Then, Ethan opened his eyes, momentarily and looked at her, as the song began to play, and, they spun out, back on the highway...
"She came from Planet Claire...Why did she come from there? ....She drove a Plymouth, Satellite...faster than...the speed of light..."
He just grinned at her,
"Sam,?" he said, softly...
She smiled at him, and, he tipped his head, a little, to one side, rolled over, and, seemed to fall back to sleep.
He shifted, periodically, and, a number of the times, when he did this, he would end up sitting, or, leaning, on the player, in a way, that caused the buttons to get pressed, at all different, random times, which would, inevitably, change the song.
Sam began hearing alternating parts, of all these different songs, which, would not stop speaking to her, a little too deeply...all, connected to, and, attached to the way Ethan was moving around beside her.
This kept making her want to glance over at him, his body, stretched, out, yet, somehow still seeming crumpled, within the expanse of the small seat, and, it felt so exciting, feeling that close to him, though, she experienced more than a twinge of her own guilt, now, when she did this. But, it was so difficult, sometimes, to keep herself from wanting to catch a glimpse, at him.
The progression of the random songs, made her, laugh, sometimes, though, when, it wasn't speaking to her, in, altogether too personal metaphor. A lot of the songs, were the same ones that had played on the radio, when she had traveled these highways, before. She had sat through portions, of countless, familiar choruses, that, she hadn't heard, in ages, floating by, away, with their own, ironic, humor, that was,so, unfathomable.
It only made it problematic, that she was driving, on these, by now, dark roads, spinning, by now, through the windy wooded, forest, bends, around, hectic turns,...and, every time, the song would change, after a while, every time the some changed, it After a while, it became, more distracting, trying not to look over at hi ass. She couldn't get to the MP3 player, at all.
He kept shifting, and, at one point, she pulled over, onto one of the side roads, to try to see if she could get it, from him, and, so, hopefully, she might get to avoid listening to twenty more choppy parts, of ,scattered, renditions, the rest of the way. When she moved close to him, she couldn't help, but, just stare at his quiet features.
He looked as though he was going to open his eyes, at any moment, She still wasn't certain, of the possible state, of his mind, with all his, drastic, mood swings, earlier. Also, she just knew, he needed plenty of sleep. She kept trying to determine the specific location of the cabin. A couple of times she saw him shift, in the seat, and, at one point she saw, a flash of the silver trim, of the MP3 player, flicker, in the light of the tiny flashlight, on her key chain.
Every time, he would move, though, something inside her senses, were trembling. She was so sleepy, that, she knew, that, if she couldn't concentrate, and, get them, a little, farther, down the road, that she was probably going to fall asleep, along, there, somewhere, at the wheel. He moved, from one, side, and back, to the other, and, as he turned the second time, it was, toward her. When he did this, she reached, around him, really quickly, and, tried to grab it...
...but, as the fates would have it, of course, to her dismay, at that very moment, he turned back around, the opposite direction, unconsciously, pinning her hand, under his back, in these tight quarters, and, as a result, her bracelet, got tangled, all around the long chain, hanging from his belt buckle.
'Oh, no,' she gasped, and, again, she found herself, in the intricately quandary, of being in this close, enticing proximity, of hearing his heartbeat, louder than anything else, in the world, all the while, being, thoroughly, unable to move. She tried, in vain, to manage to untangle, ultimate jumble of silver chains, and, manage, somehow, not to wake him up, at that moment, at the very least
When he opened his eyes, her lips, were straight up, in front of his. Sam cringed, at the thought of him waking up this way. She wasn't exactly sure what his reaction would be, considering the state of his mind, if he were to start once again, to envision her, as sinister.
Ethan, took, only a fraction of a moment, and, then, grinned, staring straight up, at her, with a still widening smile, on his face.
"Sam McCall," he declared, boastfully. "Are you trying to play with my ass?"
Sam blushed...
"No..I...no-uhm,"
She was speechless, as she noted him looking over their surroundings, in, kind of a quizzical, confused, way.
"Sam, how come you got your hand, tied to my pocket?"
"It's the songs," she says, "the songs..."
"The songs?," He laughed, "what do you mean, songs...?"
He moved around, a little bit, under the curves of her body, as her delicate ass, pressed down, against his dick, as well as, the fact, that her breasts, swerved around to touch him conveniently, aiming for his pure convenience., and, at these times, were providing such a delicate pressure against chest.
"The problem is...the song doesn't...really, remain the same....
"Huh?"
It took him a moment, till he noticed the
"Oh...Luke's MP3, player..Oh, I see what you mean...yeah, sorry...forgot I had it, there."
He laughed, and, caressed her, delicately. Somehow, the vision of his smile, had been, a comfort to her, at times, even, during, these, recent, trying hours. At this moment, their mouths, in such deliberate proximity, seemed altogether too enticing, to both of them. Ethan reached to the side, into his back pocket, and, witched off the MP3. The car fell very silent, but, for the combination, of both their hurried breaths.
"I wouldn't have tried to grab it, if it hadn't been driving me...to, sheer lunacy, so..."
He shook his head, blankly, and, gave her a soothing smile.
"Why not?Y He laughed, "You can take, it you want to. It's just one of Luke's old ones."
"Oh, it's not that," he said, looking away from his, slightly intense, gaze.
"Why?"
She looked at him shyly, blushing, a little bit, while trying to continue to appear, to have her mind, on something else, but this tense, subject.
"Because, you...remember, one of the things that you, were so adamant about telling me, back there, out on the highway. .."
He looked at her, for the moment,, quizzically, for a time, then, shrugged one of his shoulders, with a vague, dismissing, pass, of his hand.
"I really wasn't paying attention to anything, driving, out there, on the highway, today."
"It was when we stopped," she started slowly, then peered, over into the corner of his eyes, trying to assess him. so.
"What are you trying to tell me?" He asked, genuinely.
"Out on the highway...you told me, never to touch you, again...never to lay these hands, on you...on no part of your body...ever.."
There was no uneasy silence, for long, because, upon hearing her less than encouraging words, the most immediate response, apparent, from him, was amusement.
"Oh...yes, you can see...very well, you can observe my uncharacteristic reaction to being so close to you, right now."
She grinned at him.
"It's just that, I guess, personally, I would want to get clear, about something, like that, before proceeding, just on my own instincts, about it.,..Do you know what I mean?"
He nodded.
"I can understand that, " he mused.
He was still just staring, at her.
He slid the side of his fingers, gently, down the long extension, of her neck.
"Oh...why won't you, just, simply, kiss me...Sam McCall?" Ethan declared, feeling, so, aware, of the permeating intensity, that had been building, the entire time, she had been sitting right there,on him..
Sam smiled, shyly, but, she didn't look away.
"Are you sure that's exactly what you're feeling?" Sam responded.
To this reaction, he snickered, all the more heartily.
"I'm always ready to kiss you, Sam McCall..."
"I think you should let me go..."
"Don't be frightened."
"I'm not frightened...it's just..."
"God you don't even want to give me a simple peck, on my lips, Jesus."
His voice trailed off, at the sight of Her eyes wandering in different directions...any but, so directly, into the vicinity of his, which were piercing right through to her soul, even as she looked away.
"God, what the hell did I do?"
"What is it?"
"It's nothing. It's , just, simple. I just want you to let me go."
He shrugged, and, his body relaxed more, back, in his seat..
"I'm not holding you."
He lifted up his arms, still grinning, with his eyes. Sam laughed, now.
"You know what I mean...help me get untangled," she giggled.
He tipped his head, to the side.
"I could do that, I guess. I'm pretty good, at things, like that," he said.
"I'll bet you're good at a lot of things."
He raised his eyebrows, and, nodded.
"That may be true. But, is helping you get all untangled, really in my best interests."
"Well, I would hope so..." Sam exclaimed.
"Well, I would hope not," he shifted his body, toward her, decisively, "Ah=ha-ha..."
"Come on, just let me go, so I can get you in a comfortable place. "
"I am in, I assure you, some remarkably, comfortable place."
Sam sighed.
"Come on, Ethan..will you just untangle me, please, so I can drive us."
She was looking at him, but, her eyes were distant. She felt a pressure along her arm, and, heard the feint jungle of the links, but, Ethan was still very much trying to look into her eyes. He tilted, his head, now to the other side, and, he stopped smiling.
"What's the matter, Sam? "He asked, as she noticed, he had lost a whole lot of the light, in his eyes.
"You know, things have been so complicated..." Sam began.
He shook his head, and, wouldn't look away.
"There's nothing complicated about it," he said, in a very matter of fact way, "I love you."
He finally looked, downward.
"I've always loved you., from the moment I laid eyes on yu..."
His voice trailed off., and, he let out a truly heavy sigh but, soon, brought his gaze back, to stare, into her eyes.
"It's only because, you have someone in your life, that I didn't say anything, about it.,. the fact that I desire you, But, I do. I do want...you."
Sam felt, the tingle, and, coldness, of his heavy pocket chain, as she slipped, her loosened hand, up from the side of the car seat, and, rubbed her wrist, a little bit.
"Thank you," Sam said,
Ethan stretched his legs, and, she could feel him moving,
"Oh, don't you know, Sam...?"
He looked away.
"I'd do just about anything, you ever asked me to do.
She hadn't moved from where she was leaning up against him, in this comfortable manner. She was still staring into his eyes, but, it's doubtful, that he would have detected the small amount of f penetrative searching, in them.
"How much of earlier, out on the road, do you remember?" She asked him, again, though, he just shrugged it off.
"I don't remember a whole lot about that drive to day...even, starting...what day I started, I don't know, it was...yesterday..." he took a deep breath, , and laughed, "If really, not even sure, why you're driving my new car."
Sam's eyes widened. He was still looking around, at the leather upholstery, lining, the car, for a moment, then he looked back at her, smiling.
"I don't care, if you drive my car, Sam,...you can drive my car...Oh, hey...was that song, on there?"
Sam, eyes, once again, glanced across, his soft, at the same time, enticingly male's features. She was searching his eyes, and, having an unbearable time,
They were still staring at each other. Suddenly, Sam lifted her hands, to his face, and, traced his cheeks, with the tips of her fingernails, pulling him to her, as she pressed her face, passionately, to his. They did not care, at that very moment, ever to part, really, as, daily obligations, and, events, seemed remote, then, , to them.
All Sam could see was, his eyes, his lips, his face...his body. She wanted to stare at his body, but, still, intently, but, still, preferred he not be privy to this knowledge. Both of their lips, were pressing, to the lips of the other, and, gentle caresses, discovered remote erotic areas, of each other's, skin.. Their mouths, pressed softly, together, and, they could feel each other's exhilarated breath.
As Sam carried on, with fastening her own the safety belt, around her chest, once again, in the driver's seat, and, adjusting the mirror, in the same way she had, before, she had gone driving, on the main road. She could not pull her glance, momentarily, away from the casually, relaxed form, so close, by, still right there, beside her.
She could tell by his deep, even breathing, that he had drifted back into a state of slumber, which was, in her mind a good thing, because, she knew that he needed the rest,, so. In any event, it was a relatively short drive, from this point to the cabin, and, she presumed, they would be tucked, in, comfortably, before a roaring fire, in a very mere matter of time ...
Two more songs, softly enchanting, songs, played out, on the rest of the drive, up Highway 2,on their way to The cabin. that made more sense, in the realms of her mind, than all the other musical, floating, particles, strung together .
The songs were, Super Tramp, 'Give a Little Bit', and 'I saw the light,', by Todd Rundgren.
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