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No, they didn’t. Remember
Let’s not jump off any ravines into a raging river. I don’t swim well.
Can I take you for a cycle ride in the rain?
Rocket fire keeps falling on my head,
she sang. Knowing they returned to the cottage, she heard Volcano laugh at her rendition.
Can’t Get It Up, Join the
Sedona opened her eyes, partially wrapped in the blanket. Jorque watched attentively. She blinked in the firelight’s glow. “New friend?” she asked, staring at the little adorable bundle sitting next to him. Her heart shattered painfully for a moment, then gladdened to tears. The pup looked so similar to her own departed beloved dogs, the breed she had devoted herself to for decades, and loved beyond any measure.
“A baby,” she whispered. She couldn’t halt her flow of tears. “Where?”
“I found him, alone. He belongs to you.” Volcano reached for the pup, placed him on her lap.
“I’ll scare him, crying like this.” But the beautiful pup promptly curled up on her lap, rested his head and closed his eyes, perfect contentment.
“I think he needs a nap,” Volcano teased, and stood. He grinned at Jorque, male one-upmanship. “Somebody’s jealous.”
“You two,” Sedona chided softly. “Come here, handsome guy.” She beckoned Jorque. “I’ll bet you protected me again while Mr. Cherub was off doing cherub winged stuff.” Sedona stroked his neck, kissed his doggie cheek. “Thank you. If you do puppy sitting let me know,” she crooned.
“Happily,” Jorque ruffed.
Volcano frowned, but motioned for his friend to come speak with him. He quickly outlined what had occurred in
“Piece of angel food cake,” Jorque assured, then winked. “Isn’t little tyke over there, going to be in the way, more ways than one?”
“Puppy nanny in mind?”
“My youngest cousin, Tsiri, loves Earth, especially loves earth dogs, although little tyke is a star breed dog originally. She’s been after me to let her assist on Earth for awhile.”
“Why haven’t I met her?”
“She’s been teaching in the Grerosh solar system, training for Earth, since earliest allowance.”
“I’ll talk with Sedona. Maybe little tyke will just have to learn when not to be in the way.”
“Arf, arf,” Jorque laughed, vanished.
Sedona finger-stroked her ‘new baby’ as he slept, and felt a joy she hadn’t in a long while, yet worried. She smiled up at Volcano, beatific, her eyes sparkling. “Thank you. But how are we going to care for him—life on the run, on the back of a cycle. Fighting the bad guys. The black ops guys with the over-large phallic weapons. Can’t get it up, join the New World Order, weapon up.”
“Your junior college paper on peace. The core reason for war.”
“Yeah, when ‘give peace a chance’ meant something.” Sedona leaned down, kissed her sleeping baby’s head tenderly. “My War and Peace class. I’ll never forget. The professor wanted dry economic statistics. But I didn’t know that. So I gave him my theory on why men fight wars in a male-dominated world. Which seemed like total inspiration at the time.” Sedona half-smiled at the memory, luminous with her divine light. “I naively thought I could change the world perspective with it. Big stupid ego of me, wasn’t it?”
“Angelic hope for humanity united with youthful activism, Sedona,” he gently cherished. “I’ll volunteer, hop in bed with your ‘ego’, and give peace a chance.”
“Where were you when I needed a good bed sit-in? Probably not conceived yet.”
“No, not by Earth’s timeline. Your paper,” he prompted. “Wars are fought by psychologically impotent males to make themselves feel macho.” Volcano lowered himself beside her, his angel woman, fascinated with her remembrance.
“Right on, cherub. I realized that deep down men felt so inadequate, and so inferior to women they had to rape, kill, beat or browbeat them into submission. That if men truly felt adequate as human beings, and equal to women they would feel no need to socially dominate, or enslave women in rigid roles.”
“That’s why you believed in true love,” he softly spoke.
“The bond that mattered between a woman and a man, the bond that wouldn’t break. To me, once upon a time, true love meant true freedom,
being with someone because you chose to be with them. Wanted to be with them. Stars in your eyes, stars dancing in your heart. Silly, silly willy me.” She sighed loudly, sadly.
“What’s love got to do with it?” he gently teased, and adored watching her hold the pup. Adored her heart’s illumination.
“The Tina Turner.” Sedona smiled, her lips and her heart. “Yeah, what’s love got to do with it? It’s actually the dancing that matters.”
“Dancing, disco, you were, you are ‘brick house’ sexy,” he crooned. “Dancing date after we change the world?”
“I was ‘brick house’ sexy,” she woman proudly agreed. “That’s it! The real new world order, the day after the end of the Mayan Calendar. On
Volcano chuckled, from his toes up to his head, and down to his soul, then up to his winged spirit. “At 11:11 pm, my dancing queen, it will be Friday Night Fever, instead of
Saturday Night Fever,
and we’ll bring forth, dance forth the enlightened nature of humanity, especially men.”
“Wish, wish upon a blue ray star, straight from the galaxy’s heart,” she sang while she stroked one finger over the pup’s tiny relaxed ear. “Is it arriving? The blue star of enlightenment?”
“Yes,” Volcano stroked the pup’s warm side, felt his little breaths of sleep. “The galactic wave of love. Those who love, live in love, true love, universal love, will receive. Those who don’t love will perish naturally. Eventually in the divine order.”
“Emotionally infantile men in their sandbox of war?” she sardonic-demanded, not exactly caring how bitter she sounded. ”Real men don’t make war. They protect their families and themselves. They fight savagely if they have to for what’s important, like freedom. It’s not about who has the biggest best gun. Or who has the biggest shooting cannon. Who’s the biggest baddest tyrant on the world stage. The power trip, as my generation used to say.”
“Flower power,” Volcano imitated, inhaling the flower ambrosia of his woman. “If men could make love, men wouldn’t make war. The sum of your paper?”
“Right on, dude,” she affected, reviving memories buried in the back files of her mind. “I thought men would learn how to make love, then not want wars. War as obsolete. That they—men and women—would battle, use our warrior natures out on the sports field. The Olympics, not war. Hey! Do you dance like John Travolta, Mr. Friday Night Fever cherub?”
“Patrick Swayze,
Dirty Dancing
,” he seductive crooned. His woman flamed excitement, pure sex hot. Untamed.
“You know all my carnal secrets,” Sedona muttered, blazing inside.
“No,” he murmured. “But I will.”
“Yeah,” she muttered dryly. “If you take me ‘dirty dancing’ you might. And who is going to take care of baby pup? If we’re off having the time of our lives?”
“Puppy parents have puppy sitters. We’ll figure out how to take care of him,” he tenderly promised. He gazed into her happiness, into her ethereal turquoise eyes when she looked up from the pup. “Puppy papoose. I’ll make him a helmet when he’s big enough.”
Sedona leaned toward him, and kissed him so sweetly, so sumptuously, he glowed golden. His cherubim wings flapped in the celestial realm.
“We can try,” she murmured. “See if he adapts. No puppy food.”
“I can whip up a manna substitute.”
“Can he become a manna-fed dog?”
Volcano kissed her temple. “He can. Want to think of his name while I whip us up something to manna eat?”
“What do you have in mind for manna dinner, cherub?”
“A dinner you’ll be so grateful for, foxy lady, I’ll be dessert.”
“Are you going to manna intoxicate me, make me wiggle on your lap again?”
“Intoxication,” he seductive purred, pulled the tiny brown bottle of Godiva liqueur out of his pocket.
“My favorite!” she whisper-gasped.
“After dinner.” Volcano stood up with the bottle, dangled it enticingly,
but set it down close to her.
“No kitchen that I can see,” she crooned softly. “Just a pot.”
“Been around a few galactic pots in my life. A cherub learns dinner survival. I’ll even watch ‘baby’ if you want to soak in the bath pool.”
“
“Drop the blanket and I’ll show you.”
Sedona shook back her fallen hair. “Sex maniac cherub! Here! Baby knows you better than me.” Tenderly she lifted her pup up to him. Baby stretched, yawned, then snuggled against Volcano’s chest.
Sedona stood, nude. Struck a pose for him ala sixties sex kitten. As she remembered it.
“Makes a carnal cherub glad he’s on Earth.” Volcano wolf whistled softly.
“Where did you learn that?”
“The movies, where else? Come on, sexier than Ann-Margret, I want to see you sultry reclining in the pool.” He took her hand, leading her toward a gauzy curtain.
“Not while Baby is watching,” she mock-teased, following him as he opened the curtain.
“His eyes are closed.”
“Wow.” Sedona gazed at the circular rock pool just large enough for her. Water poured in gently, bubbling, swirling the pool.
“It’s thermal. Test it for heat,” he encouraged.
Kneeling on the stone floor, Sedona dipped her hand, then slid into the water. “Lovely. A gal could get spoiled.” She leaned back, the massaging warmth of the pool exquisite. “Who does this cottage belong to?”
“No names to protect the innocent, remember?” he amused, but serious spoke, and boldly enjoyed watching his woman.
“Now I do. Whoever, I am very grateful.” Sedona rolled over luxuriously. “Can’t swim worth a darn, but I love being in water.”
“Come on, Baby, you and me before I forget dinner. And let naughty red-nosed Rudolph come out to play inside my woman.”
“Rudolph with your nose so bright, won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?” Sedona sang after him, and knew she shouldn’t sex antagonize him, but it had been so irresistible. No doubt, he’d make her wiggling ‘pay’. Her inner thighs tingled with desire, surprising her.
Sedona undulated, feeling like she belonged to the water. Languidly she rolled back and forth. Who knew for sure, when she would get this opportunity again? She shut her eyes, flowing with the silkiness of the water. When she opened her eyes, a spirit wolf alertly gazed at her. In the delicate warm light her coat was golden and cream.
“You could be my pup’s mom,” Sedona whispered, “except for the curled tail.”
I am his spirit mom. I will help you take care of him.
“Thank you,” Sedona murmured, in profound awe. She wished she could touch the incredibly beautiful wolf. “What is your name?”
Call me Moriah. You will see me again.
Like mist, she vanished.
Sedona blinked several times, longing to see Moriah again. Elated, she swished dreamily in the water, only rising when her skin began to prune. Warm whirls of air began, drying her.
“Wow! This is wonderful. I want one!” Spying her pink robe, she slipped it on. “Oh, that cherub! What’s a woman to do with him?” she murmured, knowing the ultimate joke was on her. Most probably.
She moved the curtain aside. Her cherub, in a man’s short robe, leaned over, feeding tidbits to Baby. Steam curled from the pot. He glanced up, smiled largely. “He’s learning to eat from my hand.”
“I can see that. Good idea. I met his spirit wolf mom.”
“Moriah?” He straightened, grinned. “She introduced herself to Baby. Gave him the nose nuzzle greeting.”
“And I missed it. Darn.” Sedona knelt down beside the pup. Volcano placed the tidbits in her hand. “You need a name besides Baby,” she crooned, feeding the pup one piece at a time. He was a polite little guy, his dark almond eyes watching every move she made.
“Tastes like chicken,” Volcano half-joked.
“What? No liver! You’re too young for a lot of liver, aren’t you, darling?” She finished feeding him, opened her hand for him to sniff, see it was all gone. Daintily, he licked her palm. “What’s your name?” she crooned.
“I don’t think he’s saying yet. Or talking much yet.” Volcano reached for a pottery bowl, then filled it from the pot.
“I thought maybe his spirit self would tell me.” Sedona leaned down, lightly nuzzled her nose to his tiny wet nose, since the pup allowed it. “Can’t have too many mommies.” Sitting up, she took the bowl Volcano gave her. “Taste like chicken?” she quipped.