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The Love Affair of Tad and Elizabeth / days 16, 17, 18, 19 and 20
DAY 16-FITTING INTO A KAYAK
As if in the showroom of a luxury automobile dealership,they ran their hands along the varnished cedar of the sleek, mounted 26 foot kayak so proudly on display in the middle of the showroom of Pensacola Kayak and Sails. They climbed aboard and took their places.
Tad being a tall man had a problem with his knees jutting out too far in v formation, whereas Elizabeth much shorter,fitted compactly behind him in the stern.
While sitting at the manager's desk, chatting, Tad could see out of the corner of his eye the salesman excessively smiling at and unnecessarily touching Elizabeth as he showed her how to hold the ores.It bothered Tad,but he knew that for the rest of his he would have to tolerate other men desiring his darling.
But for an instant he saw himself and Jill, his wife, as he is helping her into a rowboat that summer in the early 80s on a lake near Culleoka, Tennessee... Flashes of Jill in remembered scenes sometimes came over him like a wave, and like a wave simply dissipated into oblivion.Disturbing.But wasn't he a kind of poet? A man who had a heart? Not like the kind of man "they" were portraying.
After leaving the kayak store they went to a McDonalds where over a big lunch (not the healthiest they both agreed) Tad explained that he loved his wife,but there wasn't
any romance, any life between them anymore. Only she, Elizabeth,filled him with life and happiness and youthfulness. "I think I know what you mean" she said. " I hope it will all work out," she said, squeezing his hand.
Tad to Elizabeth via Instagram (months before the escape) "It was love at first sight, it was love at last sight, it was love at ever and ever sight."
DAY 17-PLANNING A NEW ROUTE AND RE-VISITING THE KAMA SUTRA
They were nude, curled up on the bed around their big Rand McNally road map opened full out, as they led their fingers from Pensacola on highway 10 up through Alabama and Louisiana then into Texas and up to New Mexico down through Arizona into California to the city of San Diego, where they were to meet a Raul Hernandez, manager of kayak sales at Recreational Equipment Incorporated --Tad had an introductory card from the manager of Pensacola Kayak and Sails. So with a newly bought kayak strapped to the roof of the Nissan, they would then head for Baja and the Pacific ocean.
They put the map away to the side of the bed, with feelings of adventurousness and foreboding that quickly changed to sexual desire. Elizabeth rose and grabbed the Kama Sutra off the bedside stand. She opened the book to an illustrated position that
had piqued their curiosity a few days ago. She showed it to Tad.
"Let's do it" he said.
She lay on her back with her knees drawn up towards her chest. Tad got above her so she could put her feet on his chest...
face to face now
eye to eye
desire to desire
soon built a fierce fire.
DAY 18-LAST DAY BEFORE LEAVING THE NEXT AND WASHING THE CAR
The knock was loud, purposeful.Tad went down the stairs. Elizabeth held back, somewhat cowardly. He opened the door to the outside.There stood the widow holding a small square cardboard box.
She lifted the lid. " Biscotti famous Italian pastry. For you."
"Graci," Tad said as he took the box.
"Prego. And maybe you need hose and faucet for car wash. They in front of garden.
Oh thank you thank you" Elizabeth and Tad said in unison.
Everything ended in true Italian fashion with spontaneous hugs all around.
The doors of the Nissan remained wide open while Elizabeth and Tad whisk broomed the inside. How many cars, Tad wondered, had he cleaned and washed during his life.
After about ten minutes, Elizabeth shut the car doors and Tad pulled the hose from near the garden over to the car on the driveway. A strong blast from the nozzle whooshed away two weeks of dirt and grime. Then came the lengthy wipe down till he witnessed at last the glorious birth of a brand new car.
Such musings started Tad remembering his first car, a mid-size Ford Fairlane with dual exhausts. He caught himself composing a poem about those teen years:
O washing the car!
keeping it free of smudge and mar
O washing the car
with suds and water
then the big hosedown
leaving the car sparkling and spangling from fender to hubcap
and don't forget a loving pat to the backseat
hoping one night your honey might say the big "yes"
sitting on your lap!
DAY 19-THE LAST DAY IN THE GARAGE ROOM
They did not make love that day.
They sat at the table dunking biscottis into their coffees, and looking at each other in the way lovers sometimes do with silent fawning and fulfillment.
It was not a sad day, but a melancholic one, like when everybody has gone home and the party is over. They looked forward to the leisurely coastal drive to New Orleans.
They got in the Nissan and drove down the driveway to the main avenue where they passed in front of the big house and, in case anyone was watching, waved their last goodbyes.
Tad thought he saw Elizabeth wipe a tearful eye.
DAY 20-IN NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA
They walked around the French Quarter, munching pralines and drinking carrot juice from the sidewalk vendors.
A few of the sidewalk artists wolf whistled at Elizabeth. "She's beautiful!" they shouted.Tad saluted back.Elizabeth grabbed his hand, said "I'm hungry."But he knew she really meant "I'm scared." He squeezed tighter as they walked down Bourbon Street where bands were already tuning up for the night's concerts.He regretted giving up his drums.
.When they saw Popeyes' Louisiana Chicken,they entered and had an early dinner, then went back to their room at a Travel Lodge.
Elizabeth was starting her period which brought up the subject of anal intercourse. The subject was mentioned a few times in the past, but only as a curious practice. It did not appeal to Elizabeth, Tad was "cool" with her attitude, as he put it.
"How do you know if you've never tried it?" Tad asked now.
"I don't wanr to try it," she said.
"Even with K-Y jelly?"
"Even," she answered.
They snuggled very close together, falling asleep, toying in their minds with
the possibility, if not the probability.
--read more days soon--
As if in the showroom of a luxury automobile dealership,they ran their hands along the varnished cedar of the sleek, mounted 26 foot kayak so proudly on display in the middle of the showroom of Pensacola Kayak and Sails. They climbed aboard and took their places.
Tad being a tall man had a problem with his knees jutting out too far in v formation, whereas Elizabeth much shorter,fitted compactly behind him in the stern.
While sitting at the manager's desk, chatting, Tad could see out of the corner of his eye the salesman excessively smiling at and unnecessarily touching Elizabeth as he showed her how to hold the ores.It bothered Tad,but he knew that for the rest of his he would have to tolerate other men desiring his darling.
But for an instant he saw himself and Jill, his wife, as he is helping her into a rowboat that summer in the early 80s on a lake near Culleoka, Tennessee... Flashes of Jill in remembered scenes sometimes came over him like a wave, and like a wave simply dissipated into oblivion.Disturbing.But wasn't he a kind of poet? A man who had a heart? Not like the kind of man "they" were portraying.
After leaving the kayak store they went to a McDonalds where over a big lunch (not the healthiest they both agreed) Tad explained that he loved his wife,but there wasn't
any romance, any life between them anymore. Only she, Elizabeth,filled him with life and happiness and youthfulness. "I think I know what you mean" she said. " I hope it will all work out," she said, squeezing his hand.
Tad to Elizabeth via Instagram (months before the escape) "It was love at first sight, it was love at last sight, it was love at ever and ever sight."
DAY 17-PLANNING A NEW ROUTE AND RE-VISITING THE KAMA SUTRA
They were nude, curled up on the bed around their big Rand McNally road map opened full out, as they led their fingers from Pensacola on highway 10 up through Alabama and Louisiana then into Texas and up to New Mexico down through Arizona into California to the city of San Diego, where they were to meet a Raul Hernandez, manager of kayak sales at Recreational Equipment Incorporated --Tad had an introductory card from the manager of Pensacola Kayak and Sails. So with a newly bought kayak strapped to the roof of the Nissan, they would then head for Baja and the Pacific ocean.
They put the map away to the side of the bed, with feelings of adventurousness and foreboding that quickly changed to sexual desire. Elizabeth rose and grabbed the Kama Sutra off the bedside stand. She opened the book to an illustrated position that
had piqued their curiosity a few days ago. She showed it to Tad.
"Let's do it" he said.
She lay on her back with her knees drawn up towards her chest. Tad got above her so she could put her feet on his chest...
face to face now
eye to eye
desire to desire
soon built a fierce fire.
DAY 18-LAST DAY BEFORE LEAVING THE NEXT AND WASHING THE CAR
The knock was loud, purposeful.Tad went down the stairs. Elizabeth held back, somewhat cowardly. He opened the door to the outside.There stood the widow holding a small square cardboard box.
She lifted the lid. " Biscotti famous Italian pastry. For you."
"Graci," Tad said as he took the box.
"Prego. And maybe you need hose and faucet for car wash. They in front of garden.
Oh thank you thank you" Elizabeth and Tad said in unison.
Everything ended in true Italian fashion with spontaneous hugs all around.
The doors of the Nissan remained wide open while Elizabeth and Tad whisk broomed the inside. How many cars, Tad wondered, had he cleaned and washed during his life.
After about ten minutes, Elizabeth shut the car doors and Tad pulled the hose from near the garden over to the car on the driveway. A strong blast from the nozzle whooshed away two weeks of dirt and grime. Then came the lengthy wipe down till he witnessed at last the glorious birth of a brand new car.
Such musings started Tad remembering his first car, a mid-size Ford Fairlane with dual exhausts. He caught himself composing a poem about those teen years:
O washing the car!
keeping it free of smudge and mar
O washing the car
with suds and water
then the big hosedown
leaving the car sparkling and spangling from fender to hubcap
and don't forget a loving pat to the backseat
hoping one night your honey might say the big "yes"
sitting on your lap!
DAY 19-THE LAST DAY IN THE GARAGE ROOM
They did not make love that day.
They sat at the table dunking biscottis into their coffees, and looking at each other in the way lovers sometimes do with silent fawning and fulfillment.
It was not a sad day, but a melancholic one, like when everybody has gone home and the party is over. They looked forward to the leisurely coastal drive to New Orleans.
They got in the Nissan and drove down the driveway to the main avenue where they passed in front of the big house and, in case anyone was watching, waved their last goodbyes.
Tad thought he saw Elizabeth wipe a tearful eye.
DAY 20-IN NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA
They walked around the French Quarter, munching pralines and drinking carrot juice from the sidewalk vendors.
A few of the sidewalk artists wolf whistled at Elizabeth. "She's beautiful!" they shouted.Tad saluted back.Elizabeth grabbed his hand, said "I'm hungry."But he knew she really meant "I'm scared." He squeezed tighter as they walked down Bourbon Street where bands were already tuning up for the night's concerts.He regretted giving up his drums.
.When they saw Popeyes' Louisiana Chicken,they entered and had an early dinner, then went back to their room at a Travel Lodge.
Elizabeth was starting her period which brought up the subject of anal intercourse. The subject was mentioned a few times in the past, but only as a curious practice. It did not appeal to Elizabeth, Tad was "cool" with her attitude, as he put it.
"How do you know if you've never tried it?" Tad asked now.
"I don't wanr to try it," she said.
"Even with K-Y jelly?"
"Even," she answered.
They snuggled very close together, falling asleep, toying in their minds with
the possibility, if not the probability.
--read more days soon--
Published 4th Oct 2017
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