Campaign 6R Ch 05

The fifth chapter of Campaign 6R.

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LIVE LARGE!!!

BoCur

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Chapter 5

I woke before 5 with Di curled in a ball facing a way from me. I got up and went to the bathroom for my morning constitutional.

Dressed I went to the kitchen and got the Keurig brewing.

The rain was gone and the sun, rising in the misty morning air, gave kaleidoscope effect. It was beautiful, magical, reminding of last night.

I sat on the patio, drinking my coffee, enjoying the play of sparkling light off the suspended water droplets.

I went back to the bedroom to wake Di, wanting to be on our way to the park by 8, the time when the workers were scheduled to show.

Di was still curled up on her side, cover clutched under her chin. I bent down and kissed her cheek, saying her name. She murmured and straightened out, rolling onto her back.

I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over, kissing her on her lips.

Her eyes opened and a radiant smile appeared.

"Hey Beautiful."

"Hay."

"How are you Sugar?"

She sat up, the covers falling exposing her magnificent breasts, stretching, arms wide, prominently displaying them.

Dropping her arms she said, "I am fine except I need to pee bad."

I stood, allowing her to swing her legs and stand. She hurriedly moved toward the bathroom. Sitting on the bed I listened to the loud tinkling coming from the bathroom.

Once the sound of the commode flushing started, Di returned, walking to stand between my legs. I put my arms around her waist as she bent over kissing me, initiating the tongue action.

As we separated I said, "Honey I want us to talk about last night but now we need to get a move on. I want to be gone on our picnic trip before 8, when the workers are scheduled to arrive. Go get a shower and dress. Wear your walking boots, khaki shorts and a t-shirt. I will take over the Chef duties this morning and get breakfast while you are busy."

I stood giving her a quick kiss, turning her toward the bathroom, patting her behind, saying, "Go."

She giggled and took off.

Normally our custom was to make our bed once we were up for the day, but with the cleaning crew coming today they would change the linens so I left it unmade.

I went to Di's room, mussing up the bed, making it appear she had slept there. I checked her bathroom and there was evidence of it use.

I did not want the maids to know that Di was sleeping with me. I did not consider our activity to be wrong but did not want gossip raising the interest and possible ire of others.

Mama had used the services of the same cleaning woman for many years. I was confident of her but she usually brought one or two others to help. It was better to be cautious.

I went to Mama's bathroom and got Di's sedative from the medicine cabinet. I was only going to give her a quarter of the tablet. I didn't want her senses dulled, just the edge taken off her phobia.

I went to the kitchen and started breakfast, Eggs Benedict,... poached eggs, Hollandaise sauce, English muffins, along with orange juice and more coffee for me.

I put together a picnic lunch for us, sliced ham and cheese sandwiches on whole wheat bread, a container of potato salad purchased at the market the day before, a bag of corn chips, chocolate chip cookies, bottles of water and soda.

I put it all inside a cooler with some ice packs.

The table was set and food ready when Di entered the kitchen.

"Sorry I had to wake you up early and then hurry you Baby."

"It's alright. Can't wait to see the park!" She answered excitedly.

"Lets eat breakfast and we will go. Have you had Eggs Benedict before?"

"Mama fixed them. They are good," She answered, taking a bite.

"We'll have to show you how to fix them. You're still the Chef."

She laughed, nodding and took another bite. I had Di take her quarter sedative.

Finishing we cleaned up the kitchen, loaded and started the dishwater. Grabbing our gear and the cooler we got into the truck, heading for Black Creek Trail and Lillian Falls.

Most people have not heard of Lillian Falls, of which I am glad as the trail usage was very low. It is a gorgeous remote 8 mile round trip trail through amazing old growth forest, deep in the Willamette National Forest, leading to amazing 150 foot high Lillian Falls.

It is an easy climb of 700 feet to Lillian Falls, which cascades down many moss covered rocks creating a beautiful green oasis. The trail continues climbing another 700 feet to Klovdahl Bay on the southwest side of Waldo Lake.

A natural alpine lake in the Cascade Mountain Range, Waldo Lake is considered one of the purest lakes in the world. Almost on the crest of the Cascades with only a few short in-flowing streams that bears little sediment and is a non-motorized lake, ensuring water quality.

The trail head was a little over an hour away from our home, about fifteen minutes outside of Eugene Oregon.

Eugene, at the southern end of the Willamette Valley, was the county seat of Lane County, and the state's third most populous city with 2022 estimate of 180,000. Noted for its natural environment and recreational opportunities it has a history of civil unrest, protests, and green activism.

Lying in the Marine West Coast climate zone, with Mediterranean characteristics, it has warm, dry summers and cool, wet winters. Spring and fall are also moist seasons.

Before leaving I reset the gate and house security code, to a work code, allowing the workers access. The worker's bosses had this work code. It was a simpler, different code than the normal one. I would change it back upon our return.

An avid naturalist, I was looking forward to the day trip. Di, picking up on my excitement, fueled hers.

The Cascade Range has great biodiversity. Forests of large, coniferous trees dominate with 11 species of fish, 75 species of animals, 200 species of birds and 1,630 vascular plant species. There were numerous species of fungi, lichen, ferns, moss, grass, insects and butterflies.

From an early age I had wanted to know what everything was and explored at every opportunity. When Di was old enough to keep up, she accompanied me as we combed the estate and occasionally beyond with binoculars and guide books.

Other than the pleasure of the magnificent, invigorating hike, the flora and fauna, and Di's loving companionship, I had another interest in today's venture.

Magic Mushrooms.

During trips in the past, I had identified mushrooms known by the common name of Wavy Caps. Their binomial nomenclature was Psilocybe cyanescens. It was a species of potent psychedelic mushroom with the main compounds responsible for its psychedelic effects, psilocybin and psilocin.

Mushrooms, fungi, were neither plant nor animal, somewhere in between. Of the thousands of species there were gastronomic delicacies although there was great danger in foraging. Many were deadly poisonous and identification often difficult. I had gathered edible varieties, Morels, Chanterelles, Oyster, but never Wavy Caps.

I planned on mixing some dried Wavy Caps in the Di18 chemical solution.

Di scooted across the bench seat, leaning against me. When we got through the gate and getting on SR 58, I put my arm round her and she rested her cheek against my chest.

I detected a small measure of apprehension from her when we first exited the garage. Soon after turning on the state route she relaxed, but was alert. The medication was doing the job I wanted.

We had about 45 minutes to the town of Oakridge. From there we would take a county road and then a dirt road and finally a rough track to the Lillian Falls trailhead.

As we traveled I asked, "Sugar what do you think about last night?"

"I loved it! Can we do it again!"

"Yes. To insure you are happy and enjoy, I want you know the what, how and why of it."

During most of the rest of the trip I tried to explain in terms that I thought Di would understand. She nodded and hummed contentedly as I talked so I hoped I was successful.

We pulled into small, packed dirt, trail head parking lot. There were no other vehicles. This was an undeveloped, unattended day use area with no buildings, bathroom facilities or electricity, only a small carved sign pointing toward a six foot wide dirt trail leading to opening in the forest.

We got out the truck and slipped on our backpacks, getting them comfortable. Di had a small, light canvas one for carrying our guide books, paper napkins, a small roll of toilet paper, some gallon sized freezer bags, plastic bags and small carton of sanitary hand wipes. Mine had an aluminum frame to which was attached our picnic cooler and a large blanket roll.

Additionally I had on a tactical vest with numerous pockets that contained everything from survival essentials, fire starters, compass, cell phone, etc., to knives and a pistol, a Glock 27 secured in a hidden holster with an additional loaded magazine.

We slung binoculars around our neck and headed out in the bright cool mountain morning air.

The trail was rough and poorly maintained. We encountered a couple of downed trees as we slowly climbed to the Falls, stopping often to look at the scenery, a bird, animal or plant with Di asking many questions. The terrain was mostly forested with an occasional meadow.

Arriving at Lillian Falls we took a potty break, Di pulling down her shorts and squatting in a bare spot. Then we sat on some of boulders surrounding the pool which the 150 foot waterfall plunged into with a roar, over many mossy ledges.

The sun, sending shafts of light through forest canopy, illuminated the suspended water droplets creating a rainbow over the falls. It was an idyllic vista.

After 15 minutes we continued our climb which ended at the pebbled beach of Waldo Lake. The crystal clear waters of the large alpine lake sparkled deep blue.

We spread the blanket on the beach and ate our lunch.

Afterward Di wanted to go swimming. I warned her that the water was cold but she was incessant so with no one within miles I allowed her.

I declined when she asked me to come in, saying it was too cold for me.

She removed her shoes and socks, slipping her t-shirt over her head and dropping her shorts. She was not wearing panties or a bra and was a vision equal to the beauty surrounding her.

She handed me her clothes, smiling, she turned and started to wade out. The temperature was a shock and she hesitated shivering, but quickly dived under, swimming about 10 feet before surfacing.

She stayed for a few minutes before getting out. Her teeth chattered when the wind hit her naked body. I put her clothes on my backpack and wrapped her in the blanket, drying her off.

When the chill left, shrugging off the blanket she slipped on her t-shirt and shorts then sat down on the blanket and put on her boots.

We cleaned up our trash putting it in the freezer bags and then in one of the plastic bags, tying it up with a knot and placed in the now empty cooler.

Packed up we started back to the trail head. It was downhill but we still moved slowly with frequent stops.

One such stop was in the area where I had previously seen the Wavy Caps. Searching about 10 feet off the trail, I found a small group of the distinctive caramel brown mushrooms with a wavy cap and white stem bunched close together. I gathered the handful of mushrooms and packed them into a freezer bag, placing them into the cooler.

We continued on arriving back at the truck in the late afternoon sunlight. We had first arrived around eight thirty that morning and made Waldo Lake close to noon, spending an hour or so picnicking. The hike back to the still empty trail head took another three hours so a little after four we started home.

On the way home Di fell asleep resting her head on my shoulder. We pulled into the garage close to 5:30. All the workers were gone.

Di was still dozing so I patted her leg saying, "We're home Sugar."

She sat up, bleary eyed, taking a second to get her bearing.

"Lets go get a shower and then have supper."

"OK."

I helped her out of the truck and we entered the house, leaving our backpacks in the truck bed. We went to the bedroom and as we passed the kitchen, a redolent aroma was prevalent.

The night before I had laid out a small chuck roast to thaw and had put it into a crock pot this morning with potatoes, carrots and celery. It had been slowly cooking all day.

In the bathroom we shed our clothes and got into the shower together. Under the gentle rain shower setting I washed both of us as Di held onto my rampant cock.

As I dried off Di, she stroked me saying, "Is your peepee swollen because of me?"

"Yes Baby."

"Can I, huh..."

"We'll talk about it tonight. Now let's get dressed and eat supper. You hungry?"

Nodding she reluctantly turned, going to her bedroom to dress. With a fresh towel, I dried off, slipping on blue cotton hospital scrubs.

In the kitchen I checked on the roast and cut the crock pot off.

Di came in wearing a short yellow cotton shift. I explained what I had done with the roast and gave her instructions on how to prepare fried cornbread. With a beer, I sat at the counter watching, directing and complimenting as she cooked the fritters.

I knew she would never be a top chef, but wanted her to have a wide range of safe, simple, easy and delicious recipes she could draw on if I was ever, for reasons beyond my control, out of the picture.

I wanted her to become confident in her cooking abilities.

I set the table and we ate the fragrant, tender, scrumptious roast along with the hot cornbread, slathered with butter.

We talked about our trip and laughed at her shivering swim in the cold lake. She asked about the mushrooms I had gathered. I told her that I was going to use them as an ingredient in an experiment.

As we sat stuffed, I asked, "Chef what are we having for dinner tomorrow?"

She hesitated before answering, "I don't know? What?"

"Baby you need to plan ahead. Decide on a menu and if needed, lay out to thaw what is frozen. What would you like?"

She thought for a moment and with a flashing smile said, "Pork Chops."

"What else?"

"Green beans... and apple sauce... with rolls."

"Sounds good. In the morning, after breakfast, lay out the chops to thaw."

"OK Hay."

"Let's get the kitchen cleaned up, then go out to set on the patio and look for shooting stars."

"Yeah!"

The sky was clear, stars shining brightly with a gentle breeze steadily blowing. We didn't see in any shooting stars but enjoyed the warm night air huddled together on the patio glider.

Later we went inside for cookies, Fig Newtons. I had mine with coffee and Di had hers with milk as we watched TV.

Di, lying against me, fell asleep. She had had a long, strenuous day. I picked her up and carried her, half asleep to my bed. Standing her up and holding her, somnolent, I pulled her shift over her head and placed her naked in the bed. She curled up in a ball and I pulled the covers over her tucking her in.

I returned to the office and after pouring a whisky, logged on the computer. I wrote and posted my weekly investment blog. I checked my email, no response to my botanical importers inquiries.

After some research and finishing my whisky I went back to the bedroom. I undressed and slipped into bed. Di rolled over and spooned against me.

Enjoying the feel of the sleeping woman pressed against me I went to sleep as well.

Up early the next morning, leaving Di asleep in bed, I enjoyed the sunrise on the back porch with a cup of strong, black coffee.

I was a morning person, seldom sleeping in and often watched the sunrise. Birds would start their cheerful song in the soft, dewy, fresh, innocent, lovely world as it slowly and colorfully brightened. It was always emotionally moving, reminding me of Di.

My plans, for today was to continue the slow incremental process of Di's independence.

Most of if not all of my orders would be delivered today. When assembled, I would begin the integration of the various ingredients looking for an optimum formula. Some like the caffeine would already be in its purest form but the extraction of specific chemicals from the others would be a tedious, assiduous and demanding.

I would like to have the Mae'Pue' but if unable to obtain, I would use only the Wavy Cups.

Going to the garage, I retrieved the cooler and backpacks from the truck.

Carrying both to the lab I disposed of the trash, stashed the backpacks and their contents. I put the mushrooms in the lab dehydrator. After washing out the cooler I set it to dry then returned to kitchen for another cup of coffee.

Soon after Di came into the kitchen wearing white cotton jersey shorts and an orange sleeveless tank top.

"Hey Sugar. How are you?"

She kissed me and with a big smile said sweetly, "Fine."

"Chef how about some pancakes with sausage links for breakfast?"

I showed her how to mix the pancake batter. Getting the links from the fridge she fried both.

After we ate and cleaned up I asked, "Sugar do you have a computer or laptop?"

"My tablet. It is in my room."

"Get it please."

She returned with a purple Amazon Fire, Kids Edition.

"What do you do on it?"

"Play games, music and read books."

"Show me Baby."

We sat side by side at the kitchen island as she turned on the tablet and showed me its limited capabilities. It would not do the job I wanted.

"Do you remember the laptop I used in the lab?"

She nodded and I continued, "We are going to get you one like it."

"Why?"

"Sugar you can get everything you want or need from the internet then have it delivered to the doorstep. You never have to have contact with anyone. I am going to have a camera security system installed with cameras on the gate, the porch, the patio, the lab and several inside the house. When a delivery person arrives, with your order, they press the intercom and are allowed in gate. They drive up to the front, placing the goods on the porch and leave. When they clear the gate it will automatically close."

"You can make payments for any services on line. I want you to learn to use the laptop to make orders for clothes, supplies and groceries. I have set up an account at the bank in your name and we will get you a credit card drawn on the account. You can pay for your orders with credit card and the service payments will automatically be extracted from the account."

"Alright...?" Her voice betraying her anxiety.

I knew she felt overwhelmed, not understanding the details of what I had said, grasping only the basic concept but with instruction and practice I was competent that she would be able to adequately function without the knowledge of the complexity of how.

She also feared failing me. I needed for her to build her confidence.

I pulled her to me and while hugging her assured, "Don't stress Baby. It may take some time but I know my sweet girl can do it. I believe in you and will always be here to help."

With that she brightened and smiled up at me. Her absolute trust in me and love for me eclipsed her doubt of the difficult unknown and her fear of disappointing me.

She whispered, "OK Hay."

I kissed her upturned lips and said, "Good. Lets go to the office and we'll set you an account where you can access the internet. I'll show you how to login and search the sites, Amazon, and other online shopping websites. Whole Foods and Walmart along with several more local groceries which deliver."

The estate may be out of the delivery range of some of the major food chains. If we were, Amazon had a grocery section and a small local private market would deliver.