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Snowed in
Chapter One: The day after Christmas...
Mia: "A cabin in the Georgia mountains to ring in the New Year?" I asked my husband of four years, Raymond "Ray Ray" King, after he asked me if I wanted to spend the next seven days or so in the cabin he shares with his ex-wife Charlotte, fixated in the Blue Ridge Mountains.
"Aren't there bears and other harmful creatures in those mountains?"
"It's the dead of winter baby-girl. Those bears are hibernating." He assured me.
"You're a stockbroker, not a game warden." I told him as I playfully grabbed his genitals." How do you know anything at all about the nocturnal habits of ferocious mountain wildlife?"
"Hey, I watched Yogi bear as a young'un." He smirked. "Besides, we have an arsenal locked behind a gun safe at the cabin. Any big bad grizzlies that happen to feel froggy...trust me, I can always use another bear skinned rug."
"Ok, number one...that was just gross.
Two...you know less than nothing about weapons, hunting and the outdoors."
"I suppose that's why it's fortunate that I have a former United States Marine in my corner." Ray said as he pointed at me.
"I've told you before my loving husband. There's no such thing as a "former marine". Once a marine, always a marine."
"Why couldn't you have just joined the air force like every other beautiful sexy sistah that desires to serve Uncle Sam?"
"Tell me about the cabin and then kindly explain to me why this is the first time you've ever invited me up there?"
"The cabin is an 8000 sq ft mini mansion. Four huge master suites, two of which have their very own private hot tubs. Two outdoor heated pools, with a third one enclosed, a basketball court, a bowling alley, our own private lake for fishing, a cast iron competition style BBQ pit/smoker, gas fireplaces in every room, and a stand alone gas generator designed to power the entire place just in case we get snowed in and lose power."
"Snowed in?"
"Yeah, that's the other thing...if we decide to go, we'd better get on the road no later than dawn. Superstorm headed that way. We can beat it by a few hours if we leave in the AM.
And being snowed in, just the two of us, will be fun as hell."
"And the other thing? Why is this my first invite in four years of marriage?"
"As you know...we normally Air BNB the property during the year. The proceeds of which have to be split between us and Charlotte.
But when we were married, we always blocked this particular week out for ourselves.
For reasons that I'd rather not go into right now, I just choose to stay away. Bad memories and things of that nature.
But now I'm ready to get up there.
She has it on even number years and I have it on odd; and since this is the year of our Lord 2023..."
"It's our year!" I said excitedly; especially after hearing him describe the cabin. "So, what do I need to do in order to get ready?"
"Pack some warm clothes. A bathing suit or two, and some things made especially for lounging around."
"Would you like for me to bring these also?" I said to him as teasingly showed him a pair of white "come fuck me", stripper heels that I purchased from a local sex/costume shop.
"Oh yes!" He said eagerly. "Only those won't need any matching ensemble. They go perfectly with your "birthday suit."
"And just how often am I going to be in my "birthday suit?"
"Anytime we are inside baby, which if we get snowed in will be a significant amount of time."
"Um hum...but I just can't walk around butt ass naked for a week and give you pussy every five minutes."
"Why not? That's how it's done here."
"Your ass! You nut one time in this puss and your punk ass is out for the rest of the night." I joked.
"Keep talking that cash money shit. One night, when you least expect it, I'm going to let my dick slip out of that puss, and "accidentally" shove it right up that smart ass of yours."
"Promises promises. Now, let's get packed so that we can hit the highway."
Chapter Two : Meet the Kings
"Anyone ever told you that you look like Anita Peida?" Ray Ray asked as we barreled down the salted highway with the only real scenery being banks of snow that had been pushed over to the shoulders from the road to make travel not as hazardous, in our rented mini-RV for the seven-hour drive.
"Who? Anita Peida? Who the hell is that?" I asked.
"You know who she is. Anita Peida, the porn chick that I like to watch."
"You seem to like a lot of porn chicks so please forgive me if i can't place this one."
"Look her up on the porn database. You'll see whom I mean."
"You normally saddle me with a resemblance Janet Jacme; now suddenly I favor this new girl?"
"You are Anita's twin. Same skin tone, same height and weight, same 34b-26-38. Same tight pussy..."
"And just how do YOU know how tight her pussy is?"
"Aw C'mon. Allow a brother SOME secrets."
"Ole lying ass..." I said to him as I laid back in the seat and pressed my bare feet against the windshield. I expected it to be cold, but it was warmer than I thought due to the defroster.
"Ok I found her." I told him. "It took me a while because I thought that it was a play on words like "Anita Peter" or "I need a Peter" but it's actually spelled P-E-I-D-A."
"Same difference. Now, whom do I look like?" He asked.
"Do you know who Bill Cosby is?"
"Your ass! I don't look like..."
"I'm kidding my dear. You bear an uncanny resemblance to Trey Songz."
"I'll take that." He announced proudly. "Do you find it weird that we have never had this conversation before?"
"How could we? We went from zero to married in what seemed like a day or two."
"When you know what you want...Guess what? You know what you want." He said as he turned into a gas station that boasted of "clean restrooms". The irony, considering that we have our own private one in the back of the RV.
"Did you want to enjoy a nice sit-down lunch inside or would you like me to just grab a few snacks for the road?" He asked as he pulled up next to a gas pump.
"Wasn't the RV rental place supposed to have this thing topped off before we got it?" I asked him.
"Only if I wanted to pay 7 or 8 dollars a gallon for the privilege."
"Well...that makes sense I suppose. But we can't eat here anyway. It's a truck stop." I told him.
"There's a very good steakhouse attached to the station. I read good reviews on it from Yelp."
"But baby..." I explained to him like he was five. "We are in the middle of bum-fuck Georgia. We don't know how these locals are going to take to people of our "persuasion" entering their establishment."
"You're right Mia, we don't know. However, I seriously doubt that anyone is going to call the sherif just because two black people came in for a bite to eat.
Besides, didn't you do your signal training for the marines at Fort Gordon? That's also in Georgia, correct?"
"Fort Gordon sits right outside of Augusta; which is an army town. You could go to the local mall with your nonblack mate, and nobody would bat an eye."
"Sounds like you are speaking from experience." He inquired while giving me the side eye.
"Aw c'mon. Allow a sistah SOME secrets."
I married my husband, not just for his sizable bank account, his ballooned intellect, his fierce loyalty, his sexy bod and handsome face, his 8 inch dick; no, I also married my husband because he is such a great judge of character.
That quaint little eatery in Anytown Georgia offered me one of the most pleasant dining experiences I've had in forever.
I had never had trout before...but baby...lemme tell ya! That had to be the best fried fish in the southern United States.
So, the food was great, the staff was really nice and the other patrons seemed genuinely interested in the destination of the two diners traveling by RV through their neck of the woods.
Especially considering how poorly I had dressed for the climate in my white t-shirt that I had tied right above my waist, black tights and flip-flops.
The walls were lined with framed photos, some black and white and some in color. The walls were chock full of memories of eras bygone due to the normal progression of time.
Ex presidents, dating back from LBJ to current lined the walls in photographic moments, taken inside of the restaurant and immortalized for all time.
Celebrities like Tom Hanks, Lou Gossett Jr, Muhammad Ali, Dorothy Hamil, and many more had posed for pictures with the original owners of the diner; now in the hands of their offspring and the offspring's offspring.
"Mia?"
"Should the words, "I told you so", leave your lips, we'll be four days into this trip before you get even a sniff at this ass."
"I'm going to the restroom right quick. Will you be ok?"
"Surrounded by all of this good-natured southern hospitality? I'm certain that I can manage without you for a few minutes." I said to him with a smile. Raymond isn't the "rub it in" type; so I should've suspected that he'd be gracious about having been proven correct.
Right after Ray had excused himself. I started in on the fried apple pie/ice cream a' La mode that he had suggested I try.
Never mind that it was less than 10 degrees outside; here I was enjoying the best dessert I had consumed in ages.
The atmosphere was so pleasant, the people so neighborly...it didn't even alarm me when a tall, white, very handsome,
dark haired man in western wear approached my table.
"Excuse me ma'am?" He said to me with a drawl that suggested that he was more Texan than Georgian.
"Yes? May I help you?"
"Ma'am I hope that you don't take offense...but I wanted you to know that you have got to be the most beautiful woman that I've ever fixed my baby blues on.
I remember watching an old black and white Lena Horne film, and I'll just tell ya this. If they ever wanted to make a biopic of her life, you'd be the perfect person to play her...provided that you could act of course."
I hate to confess this...but I found myself hoping that Ray needed to do more than just relieve his bladder. It's not everyday that a girl gets complimented by a much younger man who also resembles her "guilty white boy crush" the late JFK Jr, and I wanted this conversation to continue a little while longer.
"What's your name son?"
Yikes! Did I really just do that? Did I really just show my age in that manner? I must be more flabbergasted than I thought. I mean in reality, I'm 47 and if I had to guess, I'm certain that I have at least 20 years on him. But damn!
