Book 6, The China Expedition
Chapter 95, Part 3
 David glance over at Daniel and noticed he bowed his head politely to a young
woman, who chatted and smiled with a second young lady. Two blondes. Beautiful. He
squeezed his legs together. Feels good. They look good, too.
“Wonder if they’re going to the Mardi Gras tonight?”
“Are you kidding?” Daniel asked, as the waiter approached them. “Two specials,”
he said, “and some snacks please.” The dark man placed two cocktail napkins on the small
table, smiled and stared at the young men but only for a short time. “And what is your
name sir?” Daniel asked.
The words warmed the heart of the waiter. He wished he could keep the young
men in his view for a long time. But he knew he would have to be satisfied with casual
observances, at least for the present time. “My name is Adam Morning,” he said, looking
at the Delta Rhos through gentle brown eyes. He blinked slowly at Daniel and then David.
“You look familiar to me, sir,” David said. “Is it possible we could have met
before somewhere? Either in Indiana or elsewhere?”
“We haven’t met, gentlemen,” he said. “I’ll get your specials for you and some
easy eating food.” He turned and walked back toward the bar.
David and Daniel noted his slender build and his expensive appearing dark
charcoal slacks. David thought that the jacket that ended at his waist and came together
in back with a slight curve that ended in a sort of arrow that pointed downward to the
separation of his buttocks was reminiscent of an Att design he had seen. Let’s see. Was
it at The Lands? Or was it at DeLong? Couldn’t have been in the Palaqua. I don’t think
it could have been in the Palaqua, anyway. David stared at Daniel and guessed Daniel’s
thoughts as Daniel kept Mr. Adam Morning in his view.
“Adam Morning?” Daniel said softly and chuckled.
“Do you think?”
“I think so, brother. I’ll bet he’s an Att.”
“I hope we’re not kidding ourselves,” David said, as he looked toward the end of
the club car. The blonde facing him winked and he tingled inside, between his legs, and
in the pit of his stomach. She must be with a girlfriend. She surely wouldn’t be sitting in
a club car drinking, whatever she’s drinking, if her husband we’re also here. “I hope
we’re not deluding ourselves, thinking there are Att all around us, protecting us.” He
leaned closer to Daniel, who listened intently, and continued, “We have to protect
ourselves and not depend on them. Besides, remember the Palaqua and the Pondu battles?
The Att are not fighters.”
“Well, they help us in other ways.”
“Right,” David said, dropping the conversation as Adam walked up to their table
and set two Santa Fe Specials, pink in color, with a long paper straw. “How long are those
straws? They must be two feet long,” David said, laughing and answering his own
question. He bent it over and put in his mouth. “Thanks, Adam. I that really your name?”
“Yes sir,” Adam said. “I think you will enjoy these nuts. They are from the
jungles of South America....”
“Any place we know?” Daniel asked, as he sucked his drink through his straw.
“I don’t think so, sir,” Adam said. “These are small meat sandwiches, pickles,
olives, green and dark, celery, crackers, mild goat cheese, and carrot sticks.”
“Looks good, Adam,” Daniel said, looked around the car’s interior and asked,
“Where is the music coming from?”
“The player is behind the bar. It’s a record player, sir,” Adam answered and
stepped backward. “Anything else?”
“I like your jacket, shirt, tie, slacks and shoes,” David said, sipping hard.
“Thank you sir,” Adam said, as he turned and walked away.
“He’s not an Att,” David said, hiccuping. “Boy that drink is good. What’s
in it?”
“I don’t know. I think it’s mostly lemonade.”
“No it has something else in it besides squeezed lemons.”
“Like what?”
“Like smiles,” David said, looking past Daniel at pretty blue eyes, rouged
cheeks, heavy mascara and petite soft lips.
Daniel stuck his head in David’s line of sight to the pretty blonde. “Hey there,
Romeo. Like what?”
“Like something better than sugar and lemon,” David said, and cleared his
throat. “My gosh, I’ve finished this drink. How about you?” he asked Daniel and raised
his hand for Adam. Adam nodded and placed two more Specials on a tray and carefully
walked down the center aisle. He set the new drinks down and picked up the empty
glasses.
“Do you like the Specials?”
“They’re very good,” David said, hiccuping again. They heard a soprano giggle
from the far end of the car.
Daniel’s body warmed up. He could feet the increase in heat around his neck,
under his chest muscles, down his belly, around his belly button, between his legs and
along the inside of his thighs. “You guys make a good special,” he said to Adam, lifted
the straw out and took a long drink. “Very good drink.”
“Thank you sir,” Adam said, as he picked up the straw and walked back toward
the bar. He bused other tables and took orders from other passengers. He watched Daniel
and David enjoy their snack food and their Santa Fe Specials. If they only what was in
store for them. I wish I knew. He placed more used napkins and empty glasses on his tray
and walked back to the bar. “Do you want me to help you wash some of these glasses?”
“No Adam,” the dark man said. “It just takes a few moments. We’re doing fine,
working together for the first time. I’m glad though, that I don’t have to tell you
everything to do.”
“Thanks,” Adam said, turning and watching his customers enjoy the day. He
watched David and Daniel and especially enjoyed watching them. He felt a warmness and
at the same time a sadness in his heart for these young men. He knew their journeys
would be far and difficult and he hoped their God would protect them. He saw and older
man raise his arms and hold up two fingers. He understood the gentleman and his wife
wanted two more Specials. He turned and looked at the bartender. “Hey Martin,” he
asked, “may I take two of these Specials?”
David watched Adam walk light-footed past them and to the end of the car. He
turned as oriental perfume surrounded him and a dark-haired Asian woman in a tight ankle
length Mandarin down, splattered with dragon embroidery past by, dragging a long white
mink stole with one hand, while supporting a foot long cigarette hold with the other.
“Nee how ma?—How are you?” she asked without looking at David or Daniel. The
tone of her voice startled David—he jammed the straw into his lower lip and stopped
drinking. His eyes followed the purposefully movement of her buttocks and hips and he
wanted to reach out to run his hand over the perfect curve of he rear end. He didn’t know
whether it was his natural inclination or the Santa Fe Special—he knew he wanted to do
it to her—touch her. How can I stop her?
“Wo how, sh’yeh sh’yeh nee—I am fine,” Daniel said, circling the rim of his glass
with his tongue, now bright red from three Specials.
The Asian woman stopped, turned and stared at Daniel and then David then
Daniel and then David. She puckered her lips, slowly placed the cigarette holder in her
mouth, she seemed to blink in rhythm with the Samba music and the castanets, and Daniel
thought he could see a slight sideways movement of her hips. She inhaled, without taking
eyes first from Daniel then David then Daniel then David.
“Wo how, sh’yeh sh’yeh nee—I am fine,” David said, hoping she would move
closer to them. She placed the hand holding the long white mink stole on her hip and
stepped toward them one foot in front of the other. In his mind, David undressed her as she approached
their table and by the time she stopped she stood naked, wearing only a sheer bra and see-
through silk panties. She was barefoot and he couldn’t stop smiling at her.
“You are both winsome,” she said, as the Delta Rhos stood and looked down at
her face, neck and breasts.
“You are lovely, my lady,” Daniel said, using the sex of his voice in way David
had not heard before.
“My precious young, sweet men,” she added and blew smoke again from her
holder. “I did hear you speak my language didn’t I?” She scrutinized every inch of them.
David became aroused watching her eyes move.
“How did you learn the common language?” she asked looking up into their eyes.
“I love blue eyes. I adore red hair,”she said to David. “I adore wavy blonde hair,” she
added looking at Daniel’s face. “I adore strong, masculine men and everything about
them.” She arched her eyes waiting for the response to her question.
“Some very old men who were good teachers,” David said, still trying to see her
naked. He wished Daniel hadn’t spoken Chinese to her.
“Nee g way-shing—What is your name?
“Wo-duh ming-dzih shih Daniel Harmon—My name is Daniel Harmon,” Daniel
said, and stuck a hand in his trouser pocket.
“Wo-duh ming-dzih shih David Parlee—My name is David Parlee,” David added
and wished his name was more romantic, more French, and more grown up.
“Are you both going to attend the Mardi Gras tonight?” she asked sticking the holder back into her mouth. David noticed she held it between her teeth but with her lips closed.
They nodded and she seemed pleased.
I wish she would tell us her name. David shifted his weight and glanced at Daniel.
Gads, is she a pretty lady. Daniel pictured the two of them in an upper berth, he
naked, save for his undershorts, and she with a sheer gown that he could easily remove.
He imagined he circled her closer breast with his tongue and her farther breast with his
finger, enjoyed sucking her nipple and circling it again and again softly and gently with
his rough, hot tongue. Daniel appeared startled and drew her attention toward him as he
imagined she slid her hand down the front of his undershorts. Her fingers were circling
him expertly.
She puffed on her holder and stepped backward. “Tana must say good-bye for
now, but perhaps we shall keep a few moments of company at the party tonight?” She took
another step backward and said, “Ta!”
They watched the beautifully robed lady walk toward the end of the car and
approach the end table where Adam held a chair for her. “Don’t stare,” David advised and
sat down again. They spoke in lower tones and stopped looking at Tana.
“I’m not staring,” Daniel said. “She made me so hot.”
“Me too!”
“I wondered if we were both in a berth with her. Man I can tell you I was and it
was so real. She has beautiful breasts, a slight very feminine curve in her belly and smells
great between her legs. He skin is so soft...,” Daniel said, and noticed that David stared
at the ceiling. He licked his lips and realized his mouth was juicy. The heat wave hit
again. He took a deep breath and asked David, “Well?”
“I had her in our bed and I kissed her neck, her soft red lips, her breasts and
started to kiss her belly when it all faded when she said, “Ta!” He frowned. “What does Ta mean?”
“I don’t know whether it’s old Chinese or what, but it must mean good-bye,”
Daniel offered, as he reached into the tray and started eating a small sandwich. “Good-bye
in Chinese is, ’Dzai j’yen,’ I know that,” he said.
“I hope she has many Specials before she comes to the party tonight. What do you
think she’s going to wear?”
“I hope she’s wearing her costume. It certainly is pretty. It’s striking.”
David looked down toward the end of the car and noticed that the car was empty
except for the older couple and Tana. The pretty young ladies were gone. They must have
gone by when we were talking. “Listen, babe,” David started. “We must try to figure out
what we’ll wear tonight,” David said, finishing his drink. “Boy these Specials are great.”
They munched their sandwiches and finished their drinks as David asked. “If you
had your choice what costume would you wear?”
“My red battle uniform. You know, when were in the Palaqua and ready to battle
the Pondu. Everything fit me perfectly. I like the way my manhood fit in the jockstrap.”
“Loin cloth or brief,” David corrected. “Oh yeah. You really looked great in that
outfit. Red plumes and all. Let’s see. You had the red headdress with three red plumes,
the brightest and really crazy red I’ve seen, red battle belt, red sword, trimmed in gold,
and did you wear your red jockstrap during the battle?”
Daniel nodded.
“Good, if you had that attire, you would need to wear the strap tonight.”
They laughed loudly.
“Funny,” David said, as he swallowed hard. “I would wear that gold ceremonial
attire: gold helmet, gold battle belt, gold short sword, gold jockstrap with the horn bulge
and gold battle boots.”
“Oh yeah,” Daniel said. “You looked like a real god in that uniform. We all
looked great.”
Adam passed them again and they shook their heads indicating they didn’t want
more drinks. He walked out of the club car.
“He must be off duty now,” David said, spreading his legs.
“He’s probably getting ready for the party,” Daniel suggested.
“...and of course the red, tan and white sandals. Gads, with that chocolate skin
color, we must have looked like birthday cakes.”
“Good enough to eat, anyway,” Daniel added and said to David. “What d’yuh say
let’s get back to the compartment and see what we can dig up to wear tonight. OK?”
“OK!” David said. They stood and looked at Tana. She smiled at them and held
a glass up toasting them. They bowed, turned and left the club car. David followed closely
behind Daniel.
They stepped through the noisy entrance bouncing platforms, stepped over the
steel plates hiding the car couplings, and leaped into their car, closing the door behind
them. David smelled the metal, steam and coal of the train, and imagined he smelled
newly cut grass or alfalfa. They approached the compartment door, jostled by the
bouncing coach. “Almost like dirty basketball,” David said, laughing.
Their bodies reacted by swaying and bouncing in different directions as Daniel
unlocked, then opened the door, looked inside the main room, and gasped, as he slowly
walked over to the bed. “Unbelievable“ he shouted, as he tried to contain his excitement.
“David?” he shouted again.
“What is it?” David tried to see the reason Daniel stared at the bed. He walked up
to and stood next to Daniel. Both young men remained silent, in disbelief, looking at
Daniel’s red battle uniform and David’s gold ceremonial attire, spread out appropriately
on their bed. “We got our wish,” David said, bending over and slowly lifting his gold
helmet off the bed. He kissed it, turned it upside down, looked inside, turned it around
and put it on. Backing up slowly, he crouched and looked at his reflection in the mirror.
“It’s beautiful. Gads, Danny, I love this uniform,” he said, containing his emotion. He
stepped back to the edge of the bed and reached down again and picked up his strap. He
held it to his face and adored the smoothness. Many battle scenes of the Palaqua came and
went. He blinked hard to rid himself of the few tears. “Feel this material. Soft, smooth,
stronger than silk,” he said, as he looked down and saw the small balls next to each other.
He picked them up and handed one to Daniel. Remember what these are?”
“Yeah, our second skin. The Chiqua call it battle armor. Or was it the Att that
called it battle armor? Well, anyway, knives, weapons and blowguns can’t penetrate it.”
“Right,” David said, as he unrolled his material and stretched it. “Amazing,” he
said, stretching it wider than his body. “Guess we should wear this tonight, huh?”
“Why?”
“Dammit, Daniel. We’re going to wear these, primarily because of what happened
to you. Remember? Someone tried to kill you?”
“I get it,” Daniel said. He raised his lower lip and nodded. “Agreed, we’ll
wear them. Check this one,” he said, stretching it. “The more you stretch it the more
invisible it becomes.”
“Yeah, when we have then on you can’t see them.”
“OK then,” Daniel said, tossing his battle armor ball back on the bed. It began
to slowly roll back up into a ball, as did David’s.
“The helmet looks great,”Daniel agreed, as he touched David’s shoulder.
David turned around and watched Daniel rotate slowly. He admired the red
headdress, adorned with three short full red plumes. He recalled the first time Daniel had
put on the red headdress and saw Daniel wearing the red headdress, the flickering wall
lamps, and watched him turn wearing only his the headdress. “You’ll be a knockout
tonight,” he said.
“How about you?” Daniel asked. “You’ll be irresistible in all that gold.”
“The party should be fun,” David added, as he set his helmet on the corner table.
“I hope it’s productive,” Daniel said, caressing himself,.gently, through his slacks. He
lifted his pullover sweater up over his head, tossed it on the bed, and started to unbutton
his shirt. “But first I need a shower. How about you? What do you say?”
“After meeting Tana, I’m going to take a hot shower first then a very cold one,”
David said, as he pulled his sweater off over his head. “Danny,” David started to ask.
“What?” Daniel said, stepping out of his slacks and undershorts at the same
time.
“What did you mean when you said you hoped it would be productive?”
“Tonight, of course,” he answered, forcing his shoes off with his feet.
“Productive? In what way?”
“I need to blast Dave,” Daniel said. “I’m hard. I ache.” He stepped on the
toe of his sock and pulled his foot out of it, keeping his legs spread. “I just hope it
happens.” He flipped off his other shoe and held his scrotum and penis, with great care,
as he ambled toward the shower room door. “When it hurts for me to touch myself or feel
myself, it means only thing; it’s time to blast,” he pontificated as he opened the door.
“Yeah, I know what you’re saying,” David said, pulling his socks off with his feet.
He rubbed his sides, belly, pelvis and slowly felt the hardness in his testicles and penis.
Yeah, they hurt. It’s time to blast.
David opened the door of the shower room, stepped inside and closed it after him.
“I don’t care what you say, you never take me to anything interesting,” Sheila said,
to her husband. She dabbed a few tiny drops of perspiration from above her upper lip.
Looking down at her lace hanky, she said. “Geez, you’re a cheapskate. We can’t go to the
club car, we brought a picnic basket with mostly greasy fried chicken and we’ve been to
the dining car once. Fred, I’m telling you, you’re going to die without spending any of
your inheritance.
“Keep going,” he said, without looking at his wife.
She arched an eyebrow and watched a dark warrior in red approach her and began to fan
herself. “Give me my other fan Fred,” she gulped. “It’s on your left, for God’s sake.” Her mouth
dropped and she fanned herself using great vigor.
“Are you telling me you need two fans?” he said.
“Yes and someday you will understand why,” she said. She looked up.
“It’s not hot in here Sheila,” her husband said, without taking his eyes of his newspaper.
“It’s getting there,” she said, as a tall, muscular young man with a chocolate
body, full red lips and long, blonde hair approached her. She admired his red, red, red
costume, took noticed of his chocolate face, neck chest, belly, arms, legs and gorgeous
red sandals. She inspected him so quickly it was as though he approached her as if he were walking in slow
motion. She felt her heart pound, stroked the pulse in her neck, and decided her ears had popped. Suddenly, she didn’t care whether her condition
was due to the altitude or due to the young man with a larger than life strap or loin cloth, whatever it was, severely strained in
holding his manhood in check.
She fanned herself too rapidly to smile. Her eyes went from feet, knees, thighs,
bulging loin cloth kissable belly button, strong, muscular stomach, caressable chest
muscles, neck, beautiful face, painted lips and deep blue eyes, and flapping blonde hair.
Those eyes. She felt her lips against his. The blonde warrior looked at her and she warmed
inside, not wanting to take her eyes from his. He blinked, smiled and continued past her.
Sheila felt her heart racing, looked up and directly behind her chocolate darling
strode still another vibrant chocolate body. She didn’t miss a beat fanning her face and
chest. This one was capped with gold around his head, belly, a bouncing loin cloth, and
feet that followed dutifully behind the red raper. “We’re going to the Mardi Gras, Fred,”
she said, finding her words hard to form. She cleared her throat. Not taking her eyes off
the young hips, she turned, as they passed, and noticed the very sheer red and gold
materials that thinly veiled the curves of their hard buttocks moving majestically too
quickly away from her. “Yes sir, skin flint, we’re going to the Mardi Gras.”
“Oh really?” Fred asked, turning the page. “What are you staring at?”
“Of course,” she said to him and continued looking at the material and the bodies.
The woman in her wanted to slowly take the loin cloths off and examine the material while
romping in a huge bed. But the seamstress in Sheila had never seen those materials before
and longed to feel and examine them. I’d love to make a dress made out of that stuff.
Fred coughed.
“Yes, really! We’re going. At least I’m going.” she said, as she turned and took
out a compact from her purse. Surely a west coast newspaper would run the story. A
nearly naked young woman, none other than Sheila Jane Beaumont, of the Rock Plains,
New York Beaumonts, paraded into the dining room of the Northwest Limited, dined,
danced and kissed many young men, into submission, loving the evening way. Her costume
was elegant, bright white and very, very chi chi and sheer. But no such luck. Ah well. She
ignored his question and checked her hair in the mirror. “It’s alright. It may get mussed
up anyway. If the phrase ’Mardi Gras’ has any meaning at all.”
“Well, Sheila,” Fred asked. He closed the newspaper, grabbed the next page and
flipped it open again, snapping it wide open. “What are you going to wear?” sounding
somewhat distance and mostly uninterested. “I understand there is no dress code.”
“As little as possible; enough to keep from being arrested.”
“What?” he said, embarrassed as he lowered his paper and stared at her. “Are there
any cops on the train? I hope, for our sake, there is not.” He noticed she wore no brassier
and her breasts seemed to stand up firmer than last night.
“Shit! I married a stuff shirt,” she said, and thought about her costume; how
little she would wear. She looked at her husband. They had been married for two days and
her heart skipped giddily down the aisle of their pullman coach, dancing with the young
men, touching them, admiring their chocolate skin, red plumes, gold helmet, kissing their
blue eyes and their vibrant red lips. Her last fantasy was of their joggling loin clothes that
covered magic. She dropped her compact in her bag , fanned herself and stared at evening
night in the Rocky Mountains. She wanted to cool off by spreading her legs. The cool air
blew gently against her inner thighs. Sheila thought only the two young men who by now
were in the dining room, with filled dance cards. She didn’t notice Fred was aroused by
the beautiful symmetry of her breasts through her light chiffon blouse. He imagined he
would remove her blouse using only his teeth. He squeezed his legs together and smiled
again.
Frontier hipped his twin brother, who elbowed his back, but nonetheless moved
over closer to window. “I want this whole have to myself, Montpay, he said to his blonde
twin. He drew an imaginary line up the center of the green velvet bench seat.
“That’s more than half,” Montpay complained and stuck his tongue out at Frontier.
“How would you know? You’re only ten and I’m a full ten minutes older than you
are. So since I’m older, you have to do what I say. Besides, you’re not as smart as I am.”
He leaped up toward Montpay and grabbed for his tongue. Montpay sucked it in and
punched Frontiere in the stomach.
“Bastard,” Frontiere gushed, doubled his fist and smashed Montpay’s lips.
“Prick,” Montpay shouted back and slapped his brother full palm against the side
of his face. He kicked him back toward the arm of their seat.
“Mrs. Lovesickle peered at her young responsibilities, lowered her book, and
warned, in firm tones. “Well bred young men do engage in fisticuffs in public, let alone
swear in public or fight in public, so I want you, Mr. Frontier to remain pinned to the arm
of the seat on the aisle while you, Mr. Montpay, glue your tiny bottom to the right arm
and the window and if either of you moves toward the other one, or touches the other one,
I shall, in full view of the sitting and apparently listening public in this car, paddle your asses so that they will blaze red, pink and white neon for a week.”
Frontiere listened with his detached manner, rocked his head back and forth,
sideways, as she spoke, rolled his eyes, as though convulsed, leaned his head, shoulders,
and arms out into the aisle so he could touch every body that walked by.
“Sit up,” Mrs Lovesickle ordered.
“I am up,” Frontier said, supported his head on his crooked elbow, and
surveyed slowly up the aisle.
“You are not up,” Montpay shouted. He glanced up at Mrs. Lovesickle, slowly
blinking his pale blue eyes, trying to become her favorite twin again. He didn’t like the
way she arched her eyebrows, indicating she presently had no favorite. He tried a smile
and got a stern stare instead. “Sit up straight, Frontiere,” he tried, sounding like her. She
looked at him out of the corners of her eyes and returned their gaze to her book. It didn’t
work. Fuck her. And fuck Frontiere too. Montpay pretended to read his child’s book again
but instead imagined he had stripped and tied Frontiere to a large, tall stake and he was
whipping his bare butt. Serves him right. Hurts me just as much as it does him. Almost
as much. I don’t feel a thing. Beg me. Beg me and I’ll stop beating your ass. Maybe! He
giggled as Frontiere spoke under his breath.
“I see two Indians coming toward me and they’ve got big wads,” he said, tapping
his feet, as though tap dancing on the edge of the bench seat Mrs. Lovesickle occupied.
She slapped his Buster Brown shoes, trying to get him to stop, to no avail.
“They have big what?” she asked, her lips silently pronouncing each word from
her Romance Novel. She clearly hadn’t heard Frontiere’s exclamation.
Frontiere stared as if frozen in time, while Montpay crawled over to his brother,
put his arm around his shoulder and laid on top of him to try and see the ’Indians’ with
big wads. Montpay became transfixed also as they watched the Indians stride toward them.
Frontiere didn’t noticed that Montpay was leaning over his head and was on top of him.
He was busy gaping at the big guys, their strong chocolate bodies, red plumes, a gold
helmet, belts, swords, and sandals that laced up around their legs to below their knees.
“Look at that red athletic supporter,” he giggle, “and that guy has a gold one—around their
wads,” Frontiere said, pointing for Montpay. Montpay nodded as if hypnotized.
“The ones we use in gym are only white. I’d like a gold one,” he said, leaning
farther over his brother. Their heads were close together as the Indians walked close to
them.
Frontiers reached out to grab Daniel’s supporter. He wanted to snap it. Daniel
grabbed his wrist and stopped Frontiere’s arm. He held it tightly, turned and said to Mrs.
Lovesickle, “May I?”
She looked up at Daniel, surveyed his chocolate body and red costume,
complimented him on his inventiveness, rationalized that Frontiere could do with a rebuke
from an adult male, nodded, and returned her eyes to her book. She occasionally glanced
at Daniel’s costume then David’s. She smiled and read at the same time. Chocolate skin
and dark blue eyes. They’re lovely. So’s this book.
Daniel raised Frontiere up close to him, hoisting him as though he weighed
nothing, certainly not eighty pounds. He held him easily with one arm under his butt, and
placed his other hand against Frontiere’s chest. Montpay leaned against the back of the
seat and placed a foot on the seat’s velvet and leather covered arm. He watched the strong
Indian speak softly to Frontiere.
“You know, we men have to stick together. You shouldn’t grab another man like
you were going to do...”
Frontiere remained unconvinced and puzzled by Daniel’s appearance as he
unconsciously rubbed his free hand over Daniel’s chest to see if the color would come off.
He liked the smoothness of Daniel’s skin, reached up and stroked his chin with his finger
tips. Needs a shave. I like him. He watched Daniel’s eyes. They’re blue, like mine. He’s
no Indian!
“You wouldn’t want to hurt another guy, would you?”
Frontiere nodded then catching himself shook his head. He remained unblinking
and was enthralled by Daniel’s overwhelming masculinity. He smells like my father and
recalled that it was so long ago that his father had held him this close. He lowered his
hand rubbed it over Daniel’s belly and listened to Daniel, not taking eyes away from
Daniel’s face. He felt his heart beating and the gentle steady rhythm of Daniel’s heart.
“We men must protect each other and also protect the women who are in our
care.”
“What’s your name?” Frontiere asked sounding relaxed and near sleep.
“Daniel is my name,” he said, shifting Frontiere on his arm to keep him
comfortable, “ and I’ll bet you’re, let me see, you’re either Frontiere or Montpay, not now
let me see....”
“Frontiere, Frontiere. He’s Montpay,” he said, pointing at his brother bouncing
against the back of the bench seat.
Mrs. Lovesickle lowered her book and stared at Daniel listening to him. How did
he know their names? How did you know their names?” she asked.
“It’s magic,” Daniel said, smiling at the governess.
“He’s magic,” Frontiere shouted and began to wiggle in Daniel’s arms. “He knows
how to do magic!”
David, aware that Montpay was left out of the encounter, stepped into the space
between the two bench seats, reached for Montpay, and asked her, “May I?”
She nodded and watched the ease with which the chocolate and gold warrior reach
over and picked up the eighty pounds that was Montpay. He lifts him as though he’s air.
She watched the gold Indian’s stomach muscles extend as he picked up the young boy and
was warmed as his loin cloth exposed more of him. She confirmed the strength of the
costumed young men and became comfortable in their presence. She wished they would
take charge of the twins for the evening. Ah well! She continued with her book and
relaxed, enjoying the novel and the conversation.
Daniel watched David effortlessly pick Montpay up and looked up the aisle to see
Mata Hari, Clara Bowe, The Wicked Witch of the East, and Little Bow Peep, with two
adult male black sheep in tow, moving shakily down the aisle. He listened to David talk
big brother to Montpay in a bent over position. As he hoisted him to his arms, Mata Hari
reached out and ran her fingers deftly from bottom to top and between David’s buttocks,
causing his eyes to open wide. David turned and gasped as he continued talking to
Montpay. Clara, patted Daniel’s rear causing him to tighten himself. The Wicked Witch
of the East and Little Bow Peep passed the young Delta Rhos without incident, but one
of the black sheep got David good again and caused Daniel to jump—not expecting the
greeting. Daniel quickly composed himself while he tried to get a good look at the sheep:
black tights, black masks, stub tails. I’ll remember them.
“...so will you promise me to look after Mrs. Lovesickle and take good care of
her as long as she needs you?”
Frontier nodded and looked down the front of Daniel, looking carefully at his red
athletic supporter.
“Tell me in words that you will,” Daniel said, smiling at Frontiere and hugging
him close to him.
“I will,” Frontier said. “I promise.” He pointed to Daniel’s loin cloth. “I want a
supporter like the one you have,” he added and held his breath.
“I’ll give you this one tomorrow, OK?”
“OK!” Frontiere shouted, coming to life. Daniel saw the Big Bad Wolf followed
by Little Red Riding Hood and the Three little pigs. The wolf is an older guy, red is an
older woman, and the three little pigs are that, but cute little pigs. He smiled at the Wolf
then Red and watched the bouncing breasts of the bosomy little pigs. He listened to
Frontiere ask him questions and nodded his head to every question. A part of his hearing
heard David talking to and encouraging Montpay, but his main focus was on the three
sets of bouncing breasts, two average, as they moved, but one set, the last set, superb:
firm, round, at attention and luscious. He turned toward her, guessed that she was his age,
and pushed his rear against the adjoining panel of the two pullman bench seats. He
listened to Frontiere as the pretty-faced third little pig, walked up to him, chucked
Frontiere under the chin, pressed her breast against Daniel’s causing trauma between his
legs, and softly cooed, “Handsome little tyke. He looks just like you.” She held the side
of Frontiere’s face, patted it and walked on. Daniel observed her sheer wet panties
clinging to her.
“I’m surprised she didn’t rub you with her knee,” David said, softly, speaking only
to Daniel, so that they boys didn’t hear him. “Talk about being vulnerable.” He watched
the last of the little pigs disappear and added, “Listen, Danny, this party’s getting rough
and it hasn’t started yet. Can you imagine what it will be like in there. One bacchanal after
another. You guard me and I’ll guard you, OK?”
“I’ll guard both of you,” Montpay shouted, raising his hands to his lips and hoping
for a yes from his strong big friends.
“Me too,” Frontiere added. “I’m a good guard. We’re both good guards,” he said,
his voice sounding more soprano.
David held Montpay close to his, cradling him with both arms. “Can I have your
gold one and your helmet?” Montpay asked David.
“You haven’t forgotten. Not my helmet. That is a very special gift for me, but
yes, tomorrow, I’ll see to it that you get my loin cloth.”
“No, I want your supporter,” Montpay said, leaning down and pointing then
grabbing the top of it. Mrs. Lovesickle’s eyes moved quickly from her book to David’s
cloth and back to her book.
“This supporter is really a loin cloth or a brief,” David advised.
“Oh,” Montpay said.
They stood the twins back on the bench seat and ordered them to sit down.
Daniel and David lowered their heads, bid Mrs. Lovesickle good-evening, turned and
walked to the exit of the pullman car. “À demain—see you tomorrow,” Daniel said, and
David added, “Peut-être—maybe.” He put his thumb under the top of his briefs,
stretched them out from his body and said, “No matter what one calls these: briefs,
jocks, jockstrap, strap, loin cloth or athletic supporters, we’ll make sure the guys here
get one each tomorrow.”
“Merci—thanks, Merci beaucoup—thank you very much, Messeurs—gentlemen.”
They moved away from Mrs. Lovesickle while Frontiere and Montpay stared at them
over the top of the bench seat with unblinking eyes. Montpay sucked on his thumb as the
twins went out of view to David and Daniel.
The twins watched their strong Indian friends disappear and Frontiere
volunteered. “I like them. I like both of them. I like everything about them. Their faces,
blue eyes, hard chests, strong bellies, strong legs, and their wads.”
“What did you say?” Mrs. Lovesickle asked, moving her head closer to the
pages. She moved her eyes back and forth rapidly. Frontiere was of the opinion she
breathed too heavily. He frowned as she asked the question, keeping her head inside the
book. “Strong bodies, hot, er, strong bellies, and what was the other word, dear?”
“I like them too,” Montpay said, sitting down, ignoring their governess, so that
his legs and side touched his twin’s legs and side. He was always more comfortable
touching his brother.
Frontiere didn’t object. They sat close together. Frontier felt a closeness to his
twin and stared at him for a short time. After all, he does look like me. Exactly like me,
I guess. He’s good looking. We’re good looking. He pushed back hard against the seat,
put one arm behind Montpay and pulled him close to him reaching around him and
grabbing his side. He reached up, placed his small hand against the side of Montpay’s
head and guided his head closer. Montpay turned his head and Frontiere kissed him first
on the cheek and then on the lips. Montpay smiled and looked puzzled. “I can kiss my
brother if I want to.” Montpay nodded.
Mrs. Lovesickle slapped her book shut, breathed heavily, blew softly through her
mouth and leaned back against her seat, savoring the end of her love story. She dabbed
her forehead and heard the Frontiere’s word and watched the actions of her
charges—different, calm, relaxed, loving to each other.
“We get their athletic supporters tomorrow,” Frontiere said, and from his seated
position rocked himself.
“Their loin cloths,” Montpay said, as he looked at his twin.
“Tomorrow,” Frontiere said, and stopped rocking.
“But what say, since it’s getting to be bedtime, you quickly run to the cold water
dispenser and get me two paper cups full of Rocky Mountain Ice Water. What do you
say?” she asked, smiling at the bright young boys.
“Ok, Mimi,” Montpay said, sliding off the bench.
He hasn’t called me Mimi for a long time. She was warmed by Frontiere’s voice.
He waited for Frontiere to move. “They smelled like flowers too,” he said,
matter-of-factly, to Frontiere.
“They did smell funny. Big boys smell like flowers—to make girls happy, I
guess.” He spread his legs, ready to stand up. “OK, we’ve got to take care of our
women,” Frontier said, got down from the seat, and the twins hurried to the water
dispenser, thinking about putting on and wearing their loin cloths.
Mrs. Lovesickle watched them amble together down the aisle the short distance
to the water cooler. She noticed that they filled out their navy blue velvet suits, the
jackets were tight in the arms, and shorter than she had noticed, while their little
bottoms, stretched the fabric of their short velvet pants. They’re growing so fast—too
fast! She leaned her head back knew how much she loved Frontiere and Montpay and
waited for them to bring her water.
“Why did you pick him up,” David asked, as they walked into the last car before
the dining car. There were some pullman berths made up, some not started, and people
in different scanty costumes. “Gads, is that two Tarzans?” David said, laughing. “Too
pasty white though. Not bad looking guys.”
The young Delta Rhos excused themselves as they passed among passengers
standing in the aisle, waiting to walk into the dining room. “Is it open yet,” Daniel asked
as they approached the end of the car. He turned to David. “There doesn’t seem to be
a line.” He walked more slowly and said, in a whisper voice, “I picked him up because
first of all he reached for my horn. Because of the heightened state I'm in, I didn’t need the pain. But
more than that, he needed to be calmed down. I figured if I held him tight, he would feel
my strength and then calm down and that’s exactly what happened. To that little Montpay
too.”
“Yeah,” David said, agreeing as they moved slowly down the aisle. “But how did
you know their names: Frontiere and Montpay are not common like John and Robert.”
“Her name, Mrs. Henriette Lovesickle and their names: Frontiere and Montpay
were on printed in large letters on their ticket folder ticket clasp between the two
windows.”
“You’re so very, very smart, Danny. I never even noticed.”
“Hi I’m Cupid, “ a young brunet, covered strategically with a wide single ribbon
said, and moved toward Daniel, who looked at his red lips and redder rouged circles
around his nipples and belly button. They shook hands. “I’m really John Merrick,” he
laughed but was not embarrassed by his costume. He turned and pointed to a woman who
was straightening the seams on her long silk stockings. “This is my fiance, Lucy
Harriman. She’s Miss Muffet. She wanted me to go as her spider, but I wanted to play
a heavier role.”
She looked up at Daniel then David, smiled and said, “Hi.” She rubbed and
stretched her hose upward.
“I am Lord Chilai,” Daniel said, calmly and this is my fellow god, Lord Plorpek.
We are young Chiqua gods.” David and John shook hands. “Oh?” John said not
expecting a reply.
“Now let me guess,” David said, moving closer to her. He wanted to grab her
waist and pull her backward into him. He smelled her hair and perfume. His eyes were
on fire and his heart pounded. I hope I make it through this night. He turned to look at
John and Daniel and touch her bottom with his. She made no sound and he was grateful.Normally, he would have excused himself but in his state he feared he would blurt out
the wrong words. I can’t believe how hot I am. I look at a woman and wow! Up the
flagpole. Gads, there it goes again. He stared at Daniel, who broke off his conversation
with John and understood that David was excited again. He looked at David, who tried
to act casual; he stood with one hand on his scabbard while he inserted the fingers of his
other hand into his battle belt. He put his weight on one foot.
“You’re ready?” Daniel asked, as David rubbed his lower lip with his tongue.
He’s ready! He scanned David’s body again. We are definitely getting larger in most
places. Definitely bigger. He was surprised at the strength he had within his own body;
how strong he felt. He enjoyed his vitality. Wouldn’t do for us both to be hard at the
same time. I’m amazed at the time I spend thinking about how hot I am. Sex never used
to be that important. Yep, we’re changing.
“I need a shield,” David said, blushing. John smiled at David’s remark and after
he looked downward then back up at David’s face, agreed.
“Indeed,” he said, smiling, as he spoke confidentially to David. “We’re all that
way at one time or another, aren’t we? The women love it. They like to look. Don’t hide
it. You’ll be the most popular guy there tonight, besides me, that is. He looked
downward at Daniel. Well maybe you too.”
Daniel took a deep breath and was glad they didn’t have to walk through more
pullmans. “Let’s go, Dave,” Daniel asked.
David said good-bye to John and Lucy and the Delta Rhos walked to the end of
the car.
“Their briefs almost leave nothing to the imagination. Good builds though. It
should be fun tonight,” John said, as he tugged the ribbon tighter between his legs.
The Chiqua walked out of sight. They stood at the end of the passageway and
leaned against the wall, waiting to go into the dining car, They glanced forward into the
connecting entrance platforms, watching The Big Bad Wolf held the car door open for
Red Riding Hood and the Three Little Pigs. The noise from outside, from the rails
prevented normal conversation. Miss Buxom pig smiled at Daniel then David. They
looked back into the passageway and expected other partygoers to arrive.
“What are you doing?” Lucy asked.
“Just making it a little tighter in a few places, Miss Muff,” John answered,
tugging at his ribbon, and giggling at his joke at her expense.
“Loosen it!”
“Why, what do you mean, loosen it?”
“Loosen that ribbon and listen to me,” she said, talking as she turned her head
and looked at the back of her legs checking her seams, “if I see you pawing one of those
pretty young college kids, I’ll pull your wagon back here and really smack your ass.”
She finished looking at her seams, was satisfied, fluffed her bouffant, short skirt, shook
her light brown curls, away from her head, and suggested to John they were ready to
make their entrance. She looked at him again. “Turn around. Let me see you from
behind.”
He turned and she wondered how she let him coerce her into wearing his
costume: so little ribbon. She stepped closer to him, made sure people weren’t watching,
touched his buttocks, and rubbed them softly. Sticking a finger underneath part of the
ribbon, she was pleased that he held his breath, she wished she could fondle him, ran her
hand around his waist and pressed her belly hard against his butt. She whispered, “You
have the cutest butt, I have ever seen and rotated her belly against him. Make sure you
keep it just for me. Otherwise, you’re on your own.”
She turned and walked away from John slowly. “Dance once with me tonight,
then you can go cat. This is your last fling. We’re going to be married in Spokane. I’ve
just made up our minds. You’ve got seven hours. Have fun,” she said, blowing him a
kiss. “I have to make a stop at the ladies lounge,” she said, whispering as she walked in
the opposite direction, away from the dining car.
There was a growing and tingling sensation between his legs and John was
determined to explore new vistas tonight. See you later, Miss Muffet. Much later. His
throbbing body was taking control. He especially wanted to get close to those young
coeds from back east. Where did they go to school? Doesn’t matter. He walked slowly
toward the end of the pullman. One or more of those sweethearts is going to get another
lesson tonight. It continued to grow. He walked in the direction of the dining car, made
the turn in the aisle, spied Daniel, who smiled at him.
Daniel yawned, blinked and saw two John Merricks walking toward him. He
frowned, glanced at David, rubbed his eyes, and looked again and saw only John
approach them.
The handsome man walked into the men’s lounge, crowded with men dressing
in costumes of Robin Hood, Dracula, Mark Twain, Abraham Lincoln, Boss Tweed, and
the New Year. “Hmm!”. New Year is overdressed. Some men laughed at each other,
talked loudly, some glanced at him, most paid no attention, but all continued to put on
their costumes.
The young man looked at himself in the large mirror and wondered if should be
embarrassed in any way by his appearance. When in Rome. He looked at his red lips, the
red circles around his nipples and belly button, and the long wide ribbon around his
body. He loosened it and didn’t mind what he saw in the mirror. He noticed by
comparing his reflection to the other men in the mirror his body seemed to be larger and
better developed. He turned as a finger touched him on his shoulder.
“You got anything on under that ribbon?” a voice soothed by four double
martinis and resembling Teddy Roosevelt asked. The man’s hand landed on the top of
the young man’s buttock. His hand was hot. They swayed together, reacting to the coach,
and the young man tried to stand still, keeping both of them steady. He turned and
looked at the older mustached face. The older man looked at the deep blue of the young
man’s eyes. He was sure the man’s eyes looked through him.
“No, not a stitch,” the soft voice said.
“What would you do if someone pulled off your ribbon?” the man said, staggering
both from the martinis and the bouncing pullman coach.
“That could not happen,” he said, glancing back at his image in the mirror
and pulling his ribbon up tighter between his buttocks. He smoothed the ribbon over his
butt, and walked out of the lounge, leaving the older man swaying, frowning with his
mouth wide open.
“I hope I remember what he looks like,” he said, turning to his friend, Abraham
Lincoln.
“You won’t have to remember, Teddy,” Abe said, slugging down the last of
his double martini. He handed another full double to his brother and held him up to keep
him from falling. He watched Teddy Roosevelt gulp down the entire drink, try to hold
his eyes open wider, stretch his neck, and complain about the rough roadbed. He reached
his free hand up to his brother, who stared down at his own hand. “What is it Teddy?
What’s wrong with your hand.”
“I don’t know that anything is wrong with it, but it’s all red.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you burn yourself?”
“How could I have burned myself?” he asked pulling the palm closer to his
eyes.”
He stared up at his brother and said, “For God’s sake Mr. Lincoln,” he said,
sounding concerned, “look at the palm of my hand.” Abe was startled to see tears in his
brother’s eyes. He hasn’t cried in thirty, forty years. Teddy held his shaking hand tightly
around the wrist. Tears flowed down his face. Other men looked on to see what had
shaken the men. Abraham Lincoln looked down at the palm and saw a white crucifix,
outlined in red, as though stained or burned by some unknown manner. Teddy Roosevelt
couldn’t stop crying.
“How?” his brother asked. “You were standing here getting dressed, that young
guy walked in, you talked to him....”
“I touched him.”
“You touched him. What do you mean you touched him?”
“I think I know who he was or who he is,” he said, softly and continued to cry.”
“Who is he, Robert?” the younger brother asked?”
“He’s a messenger from God.”
The younger brother gasped, told his older brother he was scaring him, and
looked back at the palm of his brother’s hand. Does he mean an angel? That young guy
didn’t look like an angel. How could he be an angel. He was practically naked. The
redness in the hand had disappeared, but the cross was still visible and bright white, like
proud flesh. Something’s happened. They stared at each other as the other men looked
with suspicion on the brothers, moved away from them, finished dressing and singly, by
twos, and in small groups, left the men’s lounge.
Teddy Roosevelt let go of his brother, Abraham Lincoln, and walked over to a
leather covered bench, knelt down and prayed. He watched the body of his brother
tremble, dressed in the irrelevant costume that would never be used. He knelt down,
placed his head against his brothers arm, hugged him tight, and prayed with him.
The loud cheers signalled the dining room was open and the Mardi Gras had
commenced. The Big Bad Wolf held the coach door open and said to Daniel and David,
“Apres vous, mes enfantes—after you, my children,” he said, using his hand to usher the
young Delta Rhos and John Merrick ahead of him.
“Merci monsieur—Thank you sir,” Daniel said, as he walked into the entrance
platform and stepped onto the steel plate over the car couplings.
David followed him with John at his side. “Merci—Thanks,” he said to Mr. Wolf
and felt chilled by the night mountain air as they moved slowly through entrance
platforms. David sensed the hair on his legs respond to the air streams that encircled
them. Their loin cloths rippled in the wind.
David and Daniel looked at John and advised him to hold onto his ribbon. David
pulled the ribbon around John’s waist away from his belly and peered inside. “You really
don’t have anything else on do you?”
“Nope,” John said, “but it is getting a tad drafty out here.
“Stand closer to us and you’ll stay warm. It looks like they’re giving out party
favors in the dining car. Here we go, we’re moving now,” Daniel said, and looked down
below the cars and couldn’t see the railroad tracks. The lights in the entrance platforms
extinguished, the wind became still, there was no sound, and darkness surrounded the
young men.
“What’s going on?” John asked. “It’s like we’re in a vacuum.”
Daniel reached out and touched David. “I’m right here,” David said, and saw
Daniel only as a blinking white and dark shadow, lighted by the moon as it flashed
through tall pine trees into the car. He reached out and touched Daniel’s chest and arm.
“I can’t hear the train’s wheels clicking on the rails, can you?” Daniel asked
using a normal tone of voice.
David shook his head and said, “No.”
“Hey guys, this is scary. What the....”
The overhead single bulbs lit up the passageway again, the train’s wheels clicked
out the staccato rhythm of wheels clicking on steel rail joints, and normal train sound was
heard. The three young men walked forward into the dining car and didn’t see as many
people as they expected.
“Perhaps most of the people are behind us. I thought that many were ahead of
us,” he said, turning looking back at David as Emanual placed several colorful leis
around his neck.
“Got to watch your plumes,” Manual said. “Please come in sir.” Daniel walked
past Emanual and counted ten costumed people when he knew many more than that had
passed him in the last car: Mata Hari, Clara Bowe, The Big Bad....” He looked up at
David, past John Merrick and didn’t see the Wolf. “Where is he?” he said, to David.
“Who?” David asked, adjusting his leis. He looked at John.
“Mr. Wolf,” Daniel said.
“He’s right....”
“Yeah, right,” Daniel said, as he hurried past David and John and continued
through the first door into the bouncing entrance platforms, back into the next pullman
car. He didn’t know why the thought of two John Merricks came into his mind, as he
rushed toward the doorway to the men’s lounge. He stepped inside the large room,
looked down at a Safari Suit, socks, and boots—Teddy Roosevelt’s? He walked to the
bench and looked directly down at the pile of dark clothes, long coat, trousers, gray
socks, and pull on shoes—Abe Lincoln’s? He heard a different buzzing, turned around
and faced John Merrick, who appeared like a brilliant glass figurine. It’s not John. John’s
face smiled and bowed its head to Daniel, slowly and elegantly and disappeared in front
of him.
David rushed into the lounge and shouted to Daniel, “Are you alright?”
“Yeah?” he answered by asking himself. “Yeah?”
“Are you asking me or what?” David asked.
John Merrick walked into the room, part of his ribbon trailing behind him.
“What's going on?”
“What is it Danny?” David asked taking his brother by the arms. “What
happened?”
“I think I saw an angel,” Daniel said. “And down here on the floor are the
clothes that those men wore, you know, Teddy Roosevelt and Abraham Lincoln. They
passed us while we were chatting in one of the pullman cars.”
“An angel?” David asked.
John’s tingling sensation disappeared. He turned and glimpsed Lucy hurry past
the men’s lounge, knew she would be looking for him, and slowly backed away from
David and Daniel. “Look, guys,” he said, walking back to the doorway, “I really don’t
know what happened here tonight. It’s too much for me to comprehend, especially when
I have one thing on my mind.” He rubbed himself and tightened the ribbon around his
waist haphazardly. “I’ve got to go. See you guys later.”
“What are we going to do now?” David asked.
“How about a little partying?” Daniel suggested. They walked out of the men’s
lounge and head back to the dining car.
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