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Beep! Beep! Here’s the real story behind my travel stories.
First you should know that Z is a very decent man and I am a dirty girl that writes fiction. Yes, we did go to Asheville together, but I made up all of the sex parts! Haha! Read this if you want to know how he really feels. He is nearly 30 years older than me and he says anything between us wouldn’t be right, “That’s Hollywood movie crap. He’s 60 and she’s 30…right.”
When Z finished reading the first draft of “Two Tanks to Asheville” he said, “I didn’t think I was ever this. Can I have a copy?”
We did do all of the things in the travelogue except, for instance, in the Jacuzzi he wore swim trunks and I wore panties and one of his wifebeaters. Sorry, no one was naked. I have never seen him bare-assed. And, no, we have never had sex. That’s his choice, not mine. Hehehehe!
And the story “Mountain Slide!” well I wrote that one as a b-day present to him. Two days after we returned it was his 55th birthday. I slipped the story in with his card. We were at a restaurant with five other people munching on prime rib and Alaskan King crab legs when I told him a story was in the envelope. “Can I pass it around?” he asked. I said, “Sure.” He read it, then slipped it into his jacket. “I think this is just for me.” He actually blushed.
Later, he said he found it “amusing.”
Z is really good. He is just what I need right now…a worthy companion. He makes me grow. He teaches me about lots of things. In the Jacuzzi he was telling me about shadow governments and how they have existed for at least 30 years. He tells me his stories about backpacking through Europe. He knows a lot about early rock n’ roll. He knows about life. He likes words too. He is interesting. He is giving. He never buys into my bullshit. He’s not much of a cooking man, but, occasionally, he does let me experiment on him. I can shock him very easily. I like him very much.
Z rocks! Z rocks! Z rocks! Z rocks! Z rocks! Z rocks! Z rocks! Z rocks! Honk! Honk!
