It was evening in Punta Cana when I arrived. Here my tattered clothing didn't look that out of place but I still took a moment to help myself to some loose white linen pants that I rolled halfway up my calf and a raw silk shirt in a creamy white with no collar. The surf here is dead. A coral reef a couple hundred yards off the beach keeps the rollers from knocking the tourists around. Since I am a surf junkie and the people who seek to use me or do me harm know that, it makes this beach relatively safe. Ahead I could hear the island music being played on steel drums with trumpets and guitars and a woman singing about love in a mixture of Spanish and Creole.
Before I reached the source of the music I left the beach and approached a large open sided restaurant attached to the resort I was trespassing on. No one challenged me as I approached the pretty young hostess in her island print skirt and white peasant blouse pulled off her shoulders and down her arms. I have always found Dominican women to be gorgeous. All shapes and all sizes, all have beautiful and generous spirits. The hostess guided me to a seat near the beach, semi private and away from the families that piled in, sunburned and talking loudly. For her consideration and professionalism, I touched her hand and wandered into mind.
I have several talents, powers if you will. I can travel at will in corporeal or non-physical form. I can go anywhere in the universe if I can somehow get the image of where I am going in my mind. I can manipulate everything and everyone around me. I can move things, change memories, implant things, control emotions, and connect on such a visceral level it's as if we share the same body and soul. Even though I can heal with a touch, I seldom use this talent. To do so would be to assume the roll of God and I am not going there.
My talents began to before I could speak, so I suppose I was born with them. I have travelled in time for my entire lifeline and I have not found any reason why I am special like this. I only know now that there are other like me and they seek me out at all time.
My Dominican hostess was Isadora Valente. She was 22 years old and had been working at this particular resort for seven years. From just a touch of her hand I knew all that and more. I also discovered a couple of nasty memories from her childhood involving her uncle and her older brother. She fled her family home to work at this resort because of them. I took those memories from her left behind an affirmation in their place. From that moment forward, if a man touched her, she would feel beautiful and desirable, not worthless and dirty. In return, when a man felt her touch he would feel virile and invigorated. She would no longer seek out abusive relationships and when the right Juan came along, she would know it. She became aware of our physical contact. Her eyes caught mine and her big smile became a little more coquette and her eyelids lowered, making her even more appealing. She turned slowly from my table, breaking the contact I had with her hand. She passed through the crowd like wisp of smoke on an evening breeze, touching male guests as she floated by. I could sense the male sensuality increase as Isadora made her way through the crowd.
My waitress approached with a bottle of water and a local rum cocktail. I looked about the room and could see most of the adults imbibing in the same cocktail. I accepted the bottle of water and refused the cocktail. Instead I asked for a double scotch on the rocks. As she turned to walk away, out of habit I closed my hand on her wrist intending to tell her thank you and found myself standing in her mind out of habit. Her name was Theresa and she was in distress. She was pregnant. The father was the son of a hotel guest who had gone back to his own country unaware he had sired a son. She knew that she would be fired for getting pregnant and her parents would push her out of their meager home in disgust.
I closed my eyes and cast myself into the room full of vacationing families. I kept searching the young couples and the small families until found one I needed. From Akron, I discovered a young couple was married only five years and were trying desperately to begin a family. The woman was the child of a mixed race couple and the man an heir to a small hardware chain fortune. He was completely impotent. It took only a few seconds for me to move the developing fetus from one womb to the other. I removed the memories of the pregnancy from my waitress and replaced them with a night of dancing and drinking where her one-night-stand was instead a gentleman and great kisser, nothing more. She left to pour my scotch.
For the Garnetts of Akron, it took some coaxing in the new mother's womb to kick off her hormones and turn her body into a baby making factory. The mother and fetus were not the same blood type and convincing her endocrine system not to reject the new growth inside her wasn't simple. I was just finishing up when my waitress returned. She placed the drink in front of me and stood facing me, as if waiting for further instructions. I raised my gaze to hers and I could sense she wanted to say something.
"Sir, I know this is strange, but when you asked for your drink you touched my arm, something happened. Would you mind touching my arm again? Just so I can see if what I felt was real or not."
It was rare for someone to even notice my presence, let alone request it. I think that Theresa might have some wandering talents herself that were either weak or dormant. I granted her request.
I laid my forearm across the corner of my table, allowing my wrist to extend past the edge, palm up, inviting her to touch me if she liked. She lowered the back of her hand into my palm tentatively and closed her eyes. I slipped into her mind and found a lusty desire there. Clearly she was a sexual creature. I tucked that handy bit of information away for later. Now I could see how the son of the tourists found her so easy to seduce. I put a thought into her head and she moved closer the table until her hip touched the side of the table and my upturned fingers were resting against the part of her skirt over her pubic mound. Her body was blocking the view for most of the other diners. It was dark at my table and our interchange was deep in shadow. With a simple suggestion I turned the attention of the rest of the people in the room to the people at their tables only. We now had complete privacy in a crowded beach restaurant.
My fingers stretched out slightly to make firm contact with the curve of her pussy through her clothes. With my increased pressure, I brought her a wave of pleasure and let it electrify her nervous system. I locked her gaze in mine and gave her a five second fantasy that felt like hours of pleasure but when she tried to remember it, it would only be recalled as a sexual daydream. She climaxed immediately and I could feel the heat of her orgasm radiating from her sex. I could smell her orgasmic excretions. Her breath caught in her throat and she bit her lip. Her legs shook. She held her breath and her hips bucked against my hand. Her eyes closed involuntarily. I removed my hand from hers and released her back to reality.
She looked at me for some sign that her brief sojourn into ecstasy was real, but I kept my face placid and did not reveal my part in her orgasm.
"I hear you have a wonderful young Chef. If she is free, could you ask her to come to my table? I would love to meet her before I order. I have a special request for her."
My waitress nodded and backed away. She was still uncertain as to what had just happened. In a few minutes my requested visitor appeared. All heads turned as this beautiful young woman dressed in tropical print chef pants, a loose fitting white chef coat that failed to hide her either her sex or her sexuality and short black toque approached my table. This was the chef I was here to see.
"Oh My God! Shep! What are you doing here?"
"I was in the neighborhood so I thought I would drop in for a bite. Know of anyplace a guy can get a good meal?" I replied as I rose to embrace the woman I would love forever and marry never. Ellie Windstrom was a rising star in the culinary world, all on her own dime and not at all from my ability to manipulate time and matter. We held each other tightly and I allowed myself to melt into her and her into me. We shared both body and spirit with that embrace. These moments of joining, where we are two souls intertwined and we aligned everything, even our heartbeat, were the moments I cherished most. It was love, passion, desire, want, fulfillment, intensity, and surrender all rolled into one. I wandered us both out of time and lingered in the moment for an eternity before putting reality back to right.
