Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities with any persons living or dead are wholly coincidental...
Constructive feedback is good and welcome, bitchy flame mail is not.
Feedback to questions received: Our hero Ooxa... "What is up with the pronunciation (spelling)?" The Mandan language has sounds and letters that do not appear in the English. Just as there are letters in English that have no corresponding Mandan letter. "X" is one of those empty letters. So the "X" was re-purposed for a Mandan sound that has no letter. Take the tip of your tongue and rest it behind your bottom teeth. Take the back of your tongue and softly push it towards the roof of your mouth. Now without tension, make the soft sound of a cat hissing.
To my Mandan readers: I meant no insult with my overly simplified English phonetic (OH-oh-Ha). I was just trying to move the story along.
- Izzy
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The patrolman smiled back in my direction. "It's really coming down now. It's only a matter of time. They're going to shut down the pass any minute. I guess it's a good thing that I crossed your path when I did."
"Oh yeah, it's been the luckiest day of my life." I replied back smartly. What difference does a couple of fucking years on a driver's license make. Clearly a lot more than I thought. Uncle Nels is going to be so disappointed. I still sit in this police cruiser with my hands handcuffed behind my back. Still wondering how I got here and remembering...
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It was as if Mike and I had just closed our eyes when we heard the pounding on the door and my cousin shouting "Ooxa you are late. You might want to know that Michael is missing as well."
I threw on my bathrobe and wobbled to the door. Cracking it open I told my cousin "I will be right there." The musky smell of stale sex hit his nose and he smiled.
"I was kidding about you having duty. You have the day off to, ummm recover, but we really do need Mike."
"I think I know where I can find him. As soon as he has a shower, and something to eat, I'll send him your way." The fuzzy blur that was Mike, crossed behind me running to the shower. I smiled blushing at Shehek and closed the door.
True to my word I made a breakfast burrito for Mike. I patted his ass as he ran out the door for the field. I did notice he winced as my hand made contact with to his, I hope, well pleasured backside.
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I walked around and admired the art on the back of the trailer again. I saw a very tired Charlie staggering towards the bunkhouse. I noticed the layer of grime on him as I was winching the deck down. He heard the sound of the winch releasing and walked in my direction. He helped me set and level the back deck. "Charlie I hear the bunkhouse showers are down. Mine still works, do you want to get that layer of filth off of you before you turn in?"
"Hell yes little guy! That would be so great, thanks." With that he ran off and got clean clothes and shower supplies. I kept thinking to myself if something happens great, I'm not going to force it. I had seen his cock once in the communal showers. My mouth was watering and my ass was throbbing just thinking about it.
Shehek rounded the corner of my tiny house with a look of concern. "You know Ooxa he is married."
"She is in Denver, and he is lonely. You know the warriors in the old days could have several wives including mihdacke. Still, he's just coming over to take a shower."
"You know the showers are not broken?"
"You mean Michael lied to me!" I feigned shock, poorly of course.
My cousin presented me a box of condoms with a bow on top. "You will know when you meet the other half of your heart. Until then protect yourself. Also, you may want to empty your mailbox." I took his gift. I knew he loved me, and wanted to keep me safe. I hugged him and thanked him.
I was also curious to find out what he meant. I went to the mailbox on the end of the house, and found it filled with boxes of condoms. Each had a card saying "have fun" in a different man's script. It was nice seeing that I had so many people wanting me not to be self-destructive. What was odd was I recognized the handwriting on one of the boxes was Mike's, the man who just rode me without a condom...
I had just dropped the boxes on the table when Charlie knocked on the door. He pounded his feet off on the landing and entered the entry removing his boots. He passed me a box of Magnum condoms. "These are for you squirt... Well maybe not for you, but you might need them for, ummmm guests, ummmm I guess." I laughed as I walked to the dining room table and put them on the pile.
He came up from behind and wrapped his arms around me. "We all love you squirt. We just want you to be safe out there. It's not like when we were kids. There's a lot of scary shit out there. I think Eddie Murphy said it best, someday they're going to come out with a bug that just causes your pecker to burn and fall off."
"Okay Charlie..." I turned and gave him a big hug. "Tell the guys, I'll be careful." I opened the cabinet exposing the collection of condoms I had already amassed. "Considering these things do expire, I'd better start fucking like a bunny."
Charlie laughed at the image and change the conversation. "Hey pal, I'm going to be driving down to Denver to see the Mrs. I'd kind of like to follow behind you to make sure that you get through the first level of the mountains safely. What route are you taking to Burning Man?"
"Well I've made arrangements to reservation hop my way there. That way I don't have to pay for hook-up fees at trailer parks. First I will camp on Pine Ridge Reservation with friends of family near Porcupine Creek in Rockyford, South Dakota. Next I will stop at Myton, Utah on the Uintah and Ouray Reservation.