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pale fate of a British lad, I’m afraid.”
    We
both laughed, and he waited for me to catch up.  “Come on, kitten,” he said as
he gestured for me to jump on his back.  I jumped on, and he gave me a
piggyback ride for the rest of the hike to the top.  I swung my arms around his
neck and held on tight as I was jostled around.  As childish as a piggyback
ride was, it was surprisingly intimate with my upper body pressed up against
his back and his hands grazing my legs.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride.
    When
we finally made it to the top, I jumped off, and we stared out at the massive
rock structure in awe.  The Red Rocks were so glorious and colossal you fell in
love and broke your heart at the same time.  It was striking something as
earthly as natural rocks could look and feel so unearthly.  The Red Rocks were
originally named the “Garden of Angels”, and it was clear to understand why.  Luckily,
the theatre was mostly empty on the mid-week afternoon, except for a few groups
of tourists sitting in the stands.
    “Last
one to the stage is a spotted dick!” Rex screamed, and he started to descend
the stairs towards the stage.
    I
was shocked and caught off guard for a moment, but quickly ran down the stairs
once I saw him getting a head start.  I ran as fast as I could, and I was
actually getting closer to him.  He turned back to see where I was, and I
zoomed straight by him.  He stayed behind me until I victoriously jumped on the
stage.
    “I
win!” I yelled as I threw my arms in the air.  “Wow, what a view.”
    “I
would have to say that I had the better view for the last half of that run. 
What a cute little wiggle you have,” he jested, as he jumped on the stage after
me.
    Typical
Rex.  “You’re just saying that because I won.  Besides, you shouldn’t use such
vulgar language in front of me.  What is that, a disease?”
    “Spotted
dick?  It is a popular English pudding.  It might be a bit dry and bland for a
dessert, but there’s nothing vulgar about it.  Get your mind out of the gutter,
missy.”
     “Dry
and bland?  You are definitely the spotted dick then.” I laughed.  “So, what
does being a spotted dick entail?  Do you get a punishment for losing?”
    “You
can choose whatever punishment you see fit, oh glorious one.  I am not opposed
to spanking or handcuffs!”
    “Do
you ever stop?” I asked.  “It must be exhausting to be in flirting overdrive
all the time.” 
    “Just
having a laugh,” he grinned.  “I will do anything.  Whatever you want.”
    “I
think you should put on a little performance for me.” I said and jumped off the
stage to sit in the stands.
    “A
performance?  I thought you would never ask!  Any requests from the audience?”
    “You
choose,” I yelled and crossed my legs to get comfortable on the rock seats. 
This should be entertaining.
    He
shuffled around for a bit, scratched his head, and then a smirk started to spread
from ear to ear.  Oh dear, I could tell he had another one of his brilliant
ideas.  I was sure he would disrobe and start dancing erotically for all to
see.
    Rex
raised his hands to cover his mouth like a beatboxer, opened his mouth, and unleashed
a wreckage of sounds, “Bssssch buhh bsssch bsssch, vrrrrrroowwwwrrrr, blip blip
blip, bssssch buh buh, bleeeeeuughh.”
    “What
are you doing?  What is this?” I yelled out, covering my ears.  I could see
that the other groups of people in the stands were not impressed, as they
scrunched up their faces and gave each other confused looks.
    “It
is dubstep, baby!” he replied, still spewing out sounds of toxic waste.
    “I
don’t like it!  Change the channel!” I said as I held my arm out, pretending to
click a remote control.
    “Fine,
fine,” he stopped.  “Do you want something romantic?”
    “Anything
is better than that,” I replied.
    Rex
stood up straight, cleared his throat, and began to sing in a thick Jamaican
accent, “ One looove, one heaaart,