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“ Today we have a little experiment we have to do. I hope you don’t mind too much,” he says releasing me as if something inside were forcing him to do so. Experiments with Elijah? I would gladly be a part of any experiment he’s willing to perform on me, with me, against me. Aw hell, when do we start?
“ Does it involve your lips?” I ask coy as a cat. I get the brilliant smile flashed at me, dimples and all.
“ Not exactly.”
He leaves it at that and a moment later I hear the shower running from the master bedroom Elijah has sort of moved into. By the time I come downstairs he’s made me a cup of tea and a bowl of oatmeal. I kiss his cheek and feel the heat rise to the surface of his skin. The rain has tapered off and the heaviest clouds have moved on to torment someone else.
“So what exactly are we doing today?” I ask as I sip on my cup of chai. The warm liquid flows down into my belly and helps take away the chill of the morning. I can’t wait for spring to get here. Living on the beach in winter is depressing enough all on its own, add in the constant gray skies and lack of life and there’s a real tragedy that encompasses us each day.
“ We have to test your powers of persuasion to see if the effects are permanent.”
“ And if they’re not?” I ask. Elijah glances out the window and then back to me. He looks me square in the eyes and pauses a moment. His expression reveals only a hint of apprehension.
“ Let’s not worry about that until we need to.” Thanks, that makes me feel much better Elijah . He better be pumping out the Toll House scent today, I’m going to need every bit of his aroma not to freak out and run screaming for the hills if this doesn’t work. He looks down at his watch. “Time to go.”
Elijah and I drive into the city where a Tea Party rally is underway. A couple hundred patrons have turned out to listen to a keynote speaker, divulge his opinion of the one-percenter’s rise to power. The Democrat in me feels like a minority all of a sudden. I’ven’t prepared for this. I feel like a lamb being fed to the lions.
The dark clouds have found us, followed us here in hot pursuit. A moist wind kicks up around the park , scattering leaves as it whips through the bare branches of the sprawling oaks as if the devil himself were pulling up a chair to watch my ivory tower crumble to dust. I highly doubt they will let some eighteen year old kid get up to speak against their cause anyway, so I’m sure this is just a waste of time.
“ See the man in the trench coat?” Elijah points over by the pavilion. I nod spotting a man with a neatly trimmed and styled coif of hair that looks like it belongs on a box of Clairol for Men. I don’t think the wind even tousled his do. “Go over and introduce yourself, tell him you are the next speaker.” I wind my brows up and give Elijah an, are-you-serious look. He motions his hands like a father ushering his child to the sandbox, “Go play .”
This is nothing like second period government. These are adults with strong views and valid concerns. Some of which I actually agree with. I think I’m the most bi-partisan democrat I know. I hate modern day politics. If it were up to me, our government would be scaled back tremendously, at least the angels and I are on the same page on that one.
I find myself in front of the man in the trench coat. He glances my way for a second, happy to see someone my age taking an interest in educating myself. I take a step forward and hold out a hand before I chicken out.
“Hello my name is Brennen Hale, pleasure to meet you.”
“ Martin Shultz.” He shakes my hand after removing his expensive looking leather gloves.
“ I would like to go up and say a few words, you don’t mind do you?” I throw on pouty lips and flash my big ol’ green eyes up at him to enhance the effect.
“ Free speech right? Go on ahead Brennen.” Thanks for the gift mother . That would have
“ Today we have a little experiment we have to do. I hope you don’t mind too much,” he says releasing me as if something inside were forcing him to do so. Experiments with Elijah? I would gladly be a part of any experiment he’s willing to perform on me, with me, against me. Aw hell, when do we start?
“ Does it involve your lips?” I ask coy as a cat. I get the brilliant smile flashed at me, dimples and all.
“ Not exactly.”
He leaves it at that and a moment later I hear the shower running from the master bedroom Elijah has sort of moved into. By the time I come downstairs he’s made me a cup of tea and a bowl of oatmeal. I kiss his cheek and feel the heat rise to the surface of his skin. The rain has tapered off and the heaviest clouds have moved on to torment someone else.
“So what exactly are we doing today?” I ask as I sip on my cup of chai. The warm liquid flows down into my belly and helps take away the chill of the morning. I can’t wait for spring to get here. Living on the beach in winter is depressing enough all on its own, add in the constant gray skies and lack of life and there’s a real tragedy that encompasses us each day.
“ We have to test your powers of persuasion to see if the effects are permanent.”
“ And if they’re not?” I ask. Elijah glances out the window and then back to me. He looks me square in the eyes and pauses a moment. His expression reveals only a hint of apprehension.
“ Let’s not worry about that until we need to.” Thanks, that makes me feel much better Elijah . He better be pumping out the Toll House scent today, I’m going to need every bit of his aroma not to freak out and run screaming for the hills if this doesn’t work. He looks down at his watch. “Time to go.”
Elijah and I drive into the city where a Tea Party rally is underway. A couple hundred patrons have turned out to listen to a keynote speaker, divulge his opinion of the one-percenter’s rise to power. The Democrat in me feels like a minority all of a sudden. I’ven’t prepared for this. I feel like a lamb being fed to the lions.
The dark clouds have found us, followed us here in hot pursuit. A moist wind kicks up around the park , scattering leaves as it whips through the bare branches of the sprawling oaks as if the devil himself were pulling up a chair to watch my ivory tower crumble to dust. I highly doubt they will let some eighteen year old kid get up to speak against their cause anyway, so I’m sure this is just a waste of time.
“ See the man in the trench coat?” Elijah points over by the pavilion. I nod spotting a man with a neatly trimmed and styled coif of hair that looks like it belongs on a box of Clairol for Men. I don’t think the wind even tousled his do. “Go over and introduce yourself, tell him you are the next speaker.” I wind my brows up and give Elijah an, are-you-serious look. He motions his hands like a father ushering his child to the sandbox, “Go play .”
This is nothing like second period government. These are adults with strong views and valid concerns. Some of which I actually agree with. I think I’m the most bi-partisan democrat I know. I hate modern day politics. If it were up to me, our government would be scaled back tremendously, at least the angels and I are on the same page on that one.
I find myself in front of the man in the trench coat. He glances my way for a second, happy to see someone my age taking an interest in educating myself. I take a step forward and hold out a hand before I chicken out.
“Hello my name is Brennen Hale, pleasure to meet you.”
“ Martin Shultz.” He shakes my hand after removing his expensive looking leather gloves.
“ I would like to go up and say a few words, you don’t mind do you?” I throw on pouty lips and flash my big ol’ green eyes up at him to enhance the effect.
“ Free speech right? Go on ahead Brennen.” Thanks for the gift mother . That would have
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