and
said broken words. Then he looked out through the waterfall and he saw a small
rainbow. He thrust into her hard one last time and with that filled her.
Chapter 10
Rose lay on the rock and soaked up the heat. They had
eaten their bag lunch that she had secured from the place where they were
staying. Now she felt very sleepy. She was stuffed and she had just been loved
behind a waterfall. The ultimate fantasy. Something she had always pictured but
in a book or a movie, never with her as the one doing it.
She felt his hand and, turning her head and shielding
her eyes, she saw his dear face. She loved him, loved him with her very soul.
She would do anything for him, she knew that, lay down her life, if she had to.
Where in the world did that thought come from. Then she got a chill. She was
sweating, ready for another dip and she felt a chill but not from being cold,
it was fear. So raw and on the surface she needed his arms about her.
“Hold me Ty....”
Ty had been watching her as she snoozed in the sun and
he just had to touch her, make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Yup, she was real and
what they had just done was very real.
God, he still couldn’t get over the fact that they had
just made wild love behind the waterfall. Now he wanted her again but it could
wait.
He reached out and touched her and she looked up. She
was so beautiful, laying there, her hair looking like a flame, alight with
color and heat from the sun. Then he saw a look go across her face, so fast, he
thought he imagined it until she spoke, just above a whisper but he heard her.
“Hold me Ty.”
They sat there, him holding her, stroking her head. He
sang to her till he felt her relax enough that she moved a bit in his arms.
“Thank you Ty, I don’t know what came over me, but I needed your touch so
badly.”
“I’ll always hold and sing to you, whenever you are
afraid. Don’t you ever worry.” He kissed her hair and smoothed it back.
“How about we go find those ruins....”
“Okay, sounds good.”
**********
Ty would never tire of holding Rose and he had to get
his holds in now, with his leaving less than a week away.
They had been just sitting there on the old balcony of
the ruins of the Prince’s hideaway for his mistresses. Then Prince Sihanouk had
quite the life style of the rich and famous. He brought parties of people up to
his mountain playground, where they had the casinos and restaurants fit for any
king. That all ended when the Khmer Rouge took over. Now the home where they
sat and the casino back up the road lay in ruins. What was left was covered
with mold.
The sun was strong but the breeze was just right so
they sat in silence, lost in their own thoughts. Ty would feel Rose take a deep
breath and then sigh. He knew she was having a hard time with his leaving soon.
They didn’t talk about it but he felt her growing anxiety. He had to hand it to
her, though. When she turned to him she was always okay. She would push it back
and enjoy him to the fullest. She reminded him of Samid’s wife back in Northern
Afghanistan. Even with all she had gone through she still smiled.
He tried to think of something to take her mind off of
his leaving. “What got you into photography, besides the obvious?”
“Well you know Dad worked during the Vietnam War. He’s
friends with Tim Page. Our home was always filled with people from the field. I
would sit and fall asleep listening to them and their stories of being in the
field, out in the thick of things. I loved it, ate it right up. Then one day Catherine
Leroy came. She was so tiny. Small like my wizened grandmother from Ireland,
but there was something about her that just made you sit up and take notice.
She came quite a bit when she was in the area. She would sit and talk with my
parents for hours. She was the one who really made me want to be a
photojournalist. Her camera of choice was a Leicas, my first one was a Pentax.
I also was learning to work in the dark room so I could do
said broken words. Then he looked out through the waterfall and he saw a small
rainbow. He thrust into her hard one last time and with that filled her.
Chapter 10
Rose lay on the rock and soaked up the heat. They had
eaten their bag lunch that she had secured from the place where they were
staying. Now she felt very sleepy. She was stuffed and she had just been loved
behind a waterfall. The ultimate fantasy. Something she had always pictured but
in a book or a movie, never with her as the one doing it.
She felt his hand and, turning her head and shielding
her eyes, she saw his dear face. She loved him, loved him with her very soul.
She would do anything for him, she knew that, lay down her life, if she had to.
Where in the world did that thought come from. Then she got a chill. She was
sweating, ready for another dip and she felt a chill but not from being cold,
it was fear. So raw and on the surface she needed his arms about her.
“Hold me Ty....”
Ty had been watching her as she snoozed in the sun and
he just had to touch her, make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Yup, she was real and
what they had just done was very real.
God, he still couldn’t get over the fact that they had
just made wild love behind the waterfall. Now he wanted her again but it could
wait.
He reached out and touched her and she looked up. She
was so beautiful, laying there, her hair looking like a flame, alight with
color and heat from the sun. Then he saw a look go across her face, so fast, he
thought he imagined it until she spoke, just above a whisper but he heard her.
“Hold me Ty.”
They sat there, him holding her, stroking her head. He
sang to her till he felt her relax enough that she moved a bit in his arms.
“Thank you Ty, I don’t know what came over me, but I needed your touch so
badly.”
“I’ll always hold and sing to you, whenever you are
afraid. Don’t you ever worry.” He kissed her hair and smoothed it back.
“How about we go find those ruins....”
“Okay, sounds good.”
**********
Ty would never tire of holding Rose and he had to get
his holds in now, with his leaving less than a week away.
They had been just sitting there on the old balcony of
the ruins of the Prince’s hideaway for his mistresses. Then Prince Sihanouk had
quite the life style of the rich and famous. He brought parties of people up to
his mountain playground, where they had the casinos and restaurants fit for any
king. That all ended when the Khmer Rouge took over. Now the home where they
sat and the casino back up the road lay in ruins. What was left was covered
with mold.
The sun was strong but the breeze was just right so
they sat in silence, lost in their own thoughts. Ty would feel Rose take a deep
breath and then sigh. He knew she was having a hard time with his leaving soon.
They didn’t talk about it but he felt her growing anxiety. He had to hand it to
her, though. When she turned to him she was always okay. She would push it back
and enjoy him to the fullest. She reminded him of Samid’s wife back in Northern
Afghanistan. Even with all she had gone through she still smiled.
He tried to think of something to take her mind off of
his leaving. “What got you into photography, besides the obvious?”
“Well you know Dad worked during the Vietnam War. He’s
friends with Tim Page. Our home was always filled with people from the field. I
would sit and fall asleep listening to them and their stories of being in the
field, out in the thick of things. I loved it, ate it right up. Then one day Catherine
Leroy came. She was so tiny. Small like my wizened grandmother from Ireland,
but there was something about her that just made you sit up and take notice.
She came quite a bit when she was in the area. She would sit and talk with my
parents for hours. She was the one who really made me want to be a
photojournalist. Her camera of choice was a Leicas, my first one was a Pentax.
I also was learning to work in the dark room so I could do
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