water in a stick

water in a stick
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Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Pietro an Valencia part sixteen

The light from the star faded as the suns light crept over the nearby hills. Valencia's eyes watered. Sadly she looked at Pietro, "Pietro, do you think we are close to Talico now?"
"I hope so, I know we are very close to being out of gas.". Pietro said softly.
He hated to give her reason to be sad but he could not hide the fact that the gas was almost gone, maybe a few more hours, maybe more if the going was not too rough.
Valencia rubbed the tears from her eyes, struggling to recapture the confidence she had felt last night when the star appeared. "I am such a putta! I wanted to follow the star's light. I truly believed it would lead us to Talico. Now, maybe we are lost. The map, Estrella's map, we don't even know where we are. She would be very disappointed in me. Stupid putta!"
Valencia hugged her knees trying to make herself smaller. She was so tired, so dirty, so hungry. Where had her faith gone? For a moment she even wondered if she should have stayed at home, not gone with Pietro. Horrified she screamed. "No! No,no,no! I will never regret wanting to be with my love and if it is God's plan to die here in the mountains, then we die,"
Pietro's eyes grew large with fear. Had she doubted her decision? His guilt grew, he should not have taken her from the safety of her family, the comforts of her home, the good food, plentiful money, the opportunities to have a better life. He could offer her nothing, but his love. Nothing. He pressed down hard on the brake pedal bringing them to a shuddering stop.
Valencia let go of her knees and pushed her shoulders back. Her mouth turned into a defensive
line, her jaw tightened with determination.
"Pietro, forgive this foolish girl, I know God will help us. I love you more than myself. Of course," she replied, a tired smile curving her lips up at the corners, "I honestly don't love myself very much at the moment. I stink!"
The young woman laughed throwing her head back, hair flying freely. Coyly she looked up at Pietro. " mi amore, can you love a stinking little Mexican girl?"
Pietro could feel his body relax with relief then stiffen with pride. She did love him!
"Hey, you had better remember you are my stinky woman!" His dust covered face, streaked with sweat, looked younger then a few minutes earlier. Pride, joy and passion once more were reflected by his smile.
Valencia brought one shoulder up to her chin and shyly ,flirtingly, blinked her eyes. "Pietro, my stallion, have you stopped here to ravish this poor stinky woman?"
Pietro laughed and reached for her, but she wiggled away and jumped out of the old jeep.
She ran around with her lover chasing her until finally, she let him catch her and they both dropped to the ground.
"I could have you now, you know, if I was not so stinky. Maybe ....... After we bathe .....in that little creek over there?"
Valencia gasped. "Oh Pietro! You are so mean to tease me! Really, is there really water? How could I have missed it?"
Pietro helped her stand and they hurried to the creek. In reality it was more like a dried up creek with a trickle of water lazily drifting down between the rocks, but it was water. They
tore at their clothes and greedily plunged their hands into the wettness. First, pouring the water sloppily into their mouths, then rubbing the sweat, dirt and despair from their bodies.
They threw water at each other. They laughed. And lastly they laid down holding each other, kissing, touching. Their groans were loud and silky with desire. Sweat returned but this time it did not make them feel dirty, but hot, naked, crazy with longing.
It took some time before the love noises slowed and the young lovers lust turned into soft, sweet holding.
"Pietro, I am thinking I need to wash all over again!". Valencia grinned, the look of a child in wonder blooming on her face.
Pietro rose and quickly stuck his hand into the water and tenderly began to wash Valencia. He started with her face, slowly moving down until he reached her belly. He stopped, looking into her eyes, he grinned wickedly, "Valencia, my love, I am going to stop before I start something else.".
Valencia pouted but knew he was right. They both returned to the water, this time with little haste, and cleaned themselves once again. They stood, letting the morning sun dry their bodies, looking around, wondering which direction they should go today. Dressing in dirty clothes, the two filled all the jugs with water and climbed back into the jeep.
Pietro started the engine and began steering the jeep down the mountain,careful to avoid the rocks.
"Pietro, how do you know which way to go? There is no star.". Valencia asked.
"My love, God will show us the way, he will take us where he wants us to go.". Pietro smiled. "Isn't that what you told me?"
Valencia put her hand on top of Pietro's, she relaxed into the seat. "Yes. Oh Pietro, yes, God will not desert us now."
The old jeep rumbled on. The fuel tank was nearing empty, but their faith was renewed. They would find the way. God would steer the jeep to safety.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Pietro and Valencia, part fifteen

Pietro and Valencia drove slowly over the rough ground, hoping they were heading in the right direction.
Tampico, their destination, was somewhere out beyond their sight. Both were silent. Suddenly Valencia screamed and pointed up towards the heaven, "look Pietro, see the star, like the star that guided Joseph and Mary to Bethlehem!". Valencia's eyes were watery, the pupils big and black, her face full of pure faith.
Pietro looked at her with wonder. She was so beautiful. As much as he loved her, Pietro was very afraid he did not deserve this sweet lovely girl.
Valencia poked Pietro gently with her elbow, "hey, you are not looking! Look, look at the star! Pietro, it surely will guide us to Tampico!"
Pietro looked upward and saw a star so bright he was almost convinced that Valencia's belief seemed possible. He knew it could not be, but he would not tell Valencia, she was so sure.
"Of course, my love, God is showing us the way." Pietro tried to make his words as passionate as his beloved, but she heard the doubt.
"Pietro, please you must believe, I have lived in God's arms all of my life, I know this is his hand at work, I know it. We must get going, now, while it is dark and we can follow the
light."
Pietro nodded. He held Valencia tightly in his arms, his lips kissing the tender spot just
behind her ear. He heard her groan and felt her body relaxing into his. "yes, my love, it is
as you say. Forgive me for my stupid ways, I was not raised in the church like you, I will
trust in you as you trust in the Lord and we will both find the way."
Valencia turned her head so their lips met. It was a brief kiss, but there was deep passion behind it.
Within minutes they were following the light. Pietro still had doubts, but after a little
while, he began to believe that the star was indeed guiding them....somewhere.
They rode in silence. Two young hearts full of possibilities.

The Coyote would have laughed grimly if he had known what the two runaways were thinking, but
at the moment he was himself praying......and cursing...as his belly and bowels roared in
pain.
He couldn't have anything left in his body. Never had he puked so much. Never had his bowels run so violently, exploding without notice, the foul smelling excrement flowing down his legs
when he tried to stand. His clothes had been shed long before, when the horror had first
begun.
He thought of the men back in town. The ones that had caused this. He wanted to kill them all.
"Fuck with me will you? Your life is over, I will make you eat your own shit before I am through with you!".
The Coyote ranted in between dry heaves, naming the men in the little town one by one. "filthy scum! You and you stupid families will all pay!". Small smile made his face even uglier.
Maybe he would burn the whole town. They had it coming, scum sucking bastards!
His body folded over, cramps and spasms of unbelievable pain racking his fat body. Hours later, when the cramps at last stopped, the Coyote rolled over, his body covered with the sticky, stinking diarrhea and vomitus. He didn't even know that he had rolled around until his head lay in the offal.
The people of the town would have been celebrating, at least until El Diablo returned to seek
his vengeance.
The episode had lasted several hours. The sleep, or whatever it was, would delay him hours more. The weakness that followed made even him think briefly about turning back.
He wanted to kill the ones who caused his pain.
He also wanted to find the little Mexican whore and show her what a real man could do, with that pitiful boyfriend watching while his fucking girlfriend got fucked, over and over until
she was dead. Maybe he would even continue after that. His pleasure coming from the pain
that would be etched on Pietro's wet horror filled face.
The sick smile that touched his lips was only momentary. Only seconds passed before he felt his stomach rolling over, and once again his body emptied yellow bile and mucus, over and over
again.
The 'brave' Coyote passed out.
He did not see the star that Valencia and Pietro saw. He wouldn't have understood. God had
left him behind long ago, and El Diablo hadn't even noticed.