The Girl Written by: Jem Aura (C) Chps 31-32
----> THIRTY ONE <---- A few days later we sat at the galley table, me
having just returned from inspecting some damage to a boat fifty miles down
the coast. "Polly, Your mother is back in Evansboro. Here's the letter
she promised to write. The prosecutor called this morning. We need to
decide when to start the cruise. We have to leave the same day they
release her." She sat and read the letter carefully. As a sure sign of
Polly's intelligence, she sat in thought for several long moments before
speaking. "How much notice do you have to give them?" She asked. "Huh?
Hmm. That's a good question. I didn't think to ask. I'll have to find
out." "The reason I ask is that I talked to Ryan. He says Mandy has to go
visit her mom for the rest of the summer. She only has two more weekends
here before she leaves, and she has to work during the week. Ryan and his
dad are going to a football game in Georgia the second weekend, so this
weekend is the only time all four of us can go." Polly said, as serious as
a heart attack. I held her eyes for a long while. She could read me. She
knew I would weasel out if she showed any signs of weakness in her resolve.
And her resolve was very firm. But I decided to test her anyway. "Don't
you think she's too young for me? I mean, it's a hell of a blind date
taking off on an overnight cruise. She might not even like me." "Mitch,
first of all I know you want to. You are just messing with me to see if I
really want you to sleep with her. Well, I do. So quit messing with me.
And if you don't go through with this, I will tell Tony and Frank and
anyone else I can think of that you passed up having sex with an 18 year
old goddess. And yes she is too young for you... to marry! But not to
have sex with. And she already adores you - I mean, she loves everything
about you. She's seen your picture and she is still bugging Ryan all the
time to see if we are going to go for it." "Polly!" "What?" "You know
what!" "What difference does it make? She would have seen you eventually
anyway." "You should not give out someone's picture without asking them.
You know that." "Well this is a special situation. We are talking about
your emotional health here. You need this." "Hmm. Well - you're right
about that." We sat there facing off at each other. "Okay, you win. But
we aren't going down to the Manatee strand again. We'll have to find
something closer - a couple of hours away at the most." I added, then
tilting my head I indicated a change of subject, "Is she going to have to
make up a story to her dad about where she's going? God, I feel like I'm
in high school." "Nope. She already has her own apartment near the
university - and a job too." "Wow. Sounds like she's very ambitious." "She
is amazing Mitch. Would you like her cell phone number?" Polly slid a slip
of paper across the table to me. "You know, I think I should be afraid of
you. Very afraid." I said, putting the slip into my wallet and getting up
to go topside. I stopped at the door and turned back to her, "Polly?"
"Yes?" "Thank you... I've never had anyone care for me the way you do.
You are my true-one." "And you are mine." ----> THIRTY TWO <---- "Hello?"
"Hi. Is this Mandy?" "Yes." "Hi Mandy, this is Mitchell Wilkes. Polly's
dad. Am I interrupting you?" "Not at all. And I am honored to meet you."
I paused a little longer than usual, taken aback by the "honored" part.
"Hmm. Maybe Ryan talked me up more than I deserve." "I doubt it. Ryan is
a really good guy." "Yes, he is... and you approve of my... involvement
with him?" "Absolutely. When he first started talking about Polly, I knew
there was something wrong with his story. So I got him away from the other
kids and pulled the whole story out of him. This whole thing has had a big
affect on him." "It's been a hell of a ride for me too." Mandy didn't
respond, hoping I would expand on that. But I decided to punt the ball
back. "You know, even though Polly has never really lied to me, it is very
hard to believe that you are for real. I mean, you sound perfectly
charming, you seem to have everything going for you... you got it all
going on... So why me? Why this heartbroken, lonely, mid-thirties man?"
"Is that how you see yourself? Middle-aged, and heartbroken? I got news
for you Mitch: You are a whole lot more than that. I know Ryan like he is
my brother, and I have never heard him talk about someone with such
wonder-struck adoration." "Really. I haven't spent that much time with
him. Just sailing a couple of times, and the big talk that one time." "He
does not adore you directly. He's doing it through Polly. You saved that
girl from hell. You risked everything for her. You sacrificed yourself
for her, and you still are. You've been without a lover because of your
devotion to her. And you shoulder the burden of her attempts to seduce
you, even though you are intensely attracted to her. You are a man who
suffers for someone else. That is true selflessness." She paused, letting
her words sink in a little. "Ryan's madly in love with her you know. They
have shared everything about each other. We know about you Mitch. It's no
mystery that I want to go sailing with you." I slumped back on the couch,
holding the phone to my ear, as if in a dream. I could feel it in her
words, an inevitability, a promise of reward for deeds well done, for Karma
well deserved. And I marveled at "The-Powers-That-Be" having plotted to
bring these three young persons into my life - three young persons that all
display intelligence and virtues that most adults could only hope to have a
small slice of. After hearing Mandy explain herself, I knew that she was
another one of those mysterious coincidences sent by those mysterious
beings from that mysterious dimension of existence where they plot fateful
events for us, that she would prove to be intensely meaningful and impact
my life in a very significant way. It was very improbable that the events,
circumstances, and feelings that defined my existence with Polly could be
translated so exactly from Polly to Ryan, and then from Ryan to Mandy, and
then expressed back to me over the phone from someone I had never met, as
if she had been inside my mind poking around for years. I have learned to
love the feeling that comes over me when the winds of fate and coincidence
begin blowing, because if I had to define my religion, I guess it would
consist of a strong faith that no matter how things might appear on the
surface, that following my nose with regard to these glaring
improbabilities would always bring me onto the path of fulfillment, or at
least be preparing me for it. Of course there is always the possibility
that the role I'm playing at any given moment is for the benifit of someone
else rather than myself. You must always reserve that as a possibility.
But regardless, it is still fulfilling. "Are you still there?" asked Mandy.
"Yeah, Sorry, I was just trying to make some sense out of..." I stopped
myself, realizing how strange it might sound to dive into such a subject."
"Make sense out of what?" she asked, concern now in her voice. "Oh, it's no
big deal, I just notice things that other people usually don't. Things
that mean my life is about to change. it's always a good thing." "Really.
Well, tell me. It sounds very interesting." I chuckled into the receiver.
"You don't know what you're getting yourself into asking an open ended
question like that." "Hey, I have three hours before I have to get in the
shower and get ready for work. So enlighten me." I sat there, slowly
realizing that this was not the time nor the place to jump into such a deep
conversation. "Well, I would Mandy, I mean I will. But I hate talking on
the phone. It's a deep subject, and I'm imagining it would be really nice
to tell you all about it, at night, under the stars, out in the Gulf of
Mexico." "Mmm. that does sound nice." "When do you get off work on
Friday?" I asked hopefully. "Not until 2:00 am." "Oh, well shit. I was
hoping we might squeeze two nights out of the cruise." I said, truly
disappointed. This young lady's young sounding voice had me fantasizing
and electrified already, and the difference between one and two nights for
the cruise seemed incredibly significant to me all of a sudden. "What about
Sunday night." Mandy suggested, "I don't have to be back to work until 6:00
Monday evening." "Hey! All right. That will work." I said excitedly.
"Why don't you plan on coming aboard right after work on Friday - I mean
Saturday morning. That way I can sail us out somewhere early in the
morning while you and Polly get your beauty sleep." "This is going to be so
cool." she said softly. "What should I bring?" "Two things: Your bikini
top and your bikini bottoms." Mandy laughed and then said, "C'mon,
seriously." "I am being serious. You won't need anything else. We have
everything you could possibly need. And if Polly is your size, she has
more clothes than should be allowed on a ship." "Well, I'll pack a few
things just in case. I can't wait." I gave directions how to find the
Princess, and after a bit of small talk, we hung up.
Where the story is headed: First cruise with Mandy lights up Mitch with
incredible sex, Polly not handling things as well as she thought she would.
But it ended well Aunt Cecilia comes down and just before the rehab cuise,
they sail for one more overnight, just the four. During an evening of
quiet kissing and making out, the four of them on the rear deck cushions,
Mitch catches Cecilia watching Polly and Ryan, Polly had playfully been
grinding herself onto him as they kissed, and when she sat back, Ryans
erection was evident through his flannel pajama bottoms. Mitch could see
the strong reaction Cecilia had, blushing and staring intently trying,
obviously very aroused. Later Mitch began slowly sliding his erection into
Cecilia, and whispered into her ear a short description of Ryan, setting up
images in her mind of the young boy, stiff and looming over her, and it lit
her up in a very meaningful way. He had guessed correctly, Cecilia
immediately persued a long conversation trying to understand the
implications of Mitch knowing about her secret desires regarding young
teenage boys. Whether it would blow up or not. But when Mitch told her
about his own challenges with Polly, she immediately understood that they
were meant for each other, Mitch saw the coincidence of course. And they
made love again, Cecilia doing her best to make Mitch believe she was 12
years old.
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