She Was A Blond by D.A.Sanford - HTML preview

Morning

I wake and find that there is a shower. How long has it been since I have had a real shower. Not that garden hose the RV calls one. It was a long and enjoyable time. I dried off and came out. All my clothes were gone and brand new ones were laid out on the bed.

The jeans right down to the sneakers are all the ones that I like.

I come out of the room a new man. Grabbing the coffee Felicity had poured for me I look out the window only to see my RV burnt down to the frame.

“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY RV!”

I am getting angry but Felicity comes over and hugs me from behind. It calms me down, somewhat. Then she says to me,

“That was a wreck. It will not suit our needs. You were very angry at the sight but now you are calm and rational. That is my task. Look out the other window.”

I do and there is my RV but it now looks like it did when it was new.

“That frame was not your RV. You jumped to a conclusion and got angry as opposed to asking if that was your RV burnt up. That is the first lesson you need to have. Investigate the situation before going off halfcocked.”

She is right! I did not ask anything calmly. Looking at the spot where it was, I saw the burnt frame and assumed it was the RV when it actually was moved and now is in new condition.

“I’m sorry. I need to look and think before reacting.”

Now I am getting a passionate kiss along with a tight hug. She is very happy and showing it. To my amusement, I am embarrassed that my plumbing that did not work for a long time is now working and she is giggling.

“Later.” Is all she would say with a wry smile.

She ushered me to the table and proceeded to serve me a breakfast I have not had in as long as I have been on the road. There before me, besides a coffee refill, was four eggs over easy, sausage, home fries, toast and OJ. All of it was cooked to my liking.

She had the same.

We just talked about what was going to happen today.

Felicity told me that this pocket dimension was as large as we needed. “Today, we are going to take a drive to get the feel of the new RV. See the sights and do some training.”

She did hint about the need to pull off the road and stop for the night.

We ate and then she just threw the dishes into the sink then told me that they would be washed when we got back.

Even though the RV was in an old condition, I still had a phobia of keeping it clean. That included the dishes. Laundry was every other day, when I could find a laundromat. I slept in my clothes only because you never know when an emergency will arise.

In other words, if the ex found me and has me served. I would need to drive away fast and I am not in the mood to become a nude driver.

I am irritated. “They cannot be left for later.” She is flippant when she tells me that it is the way she does it. If I wanted them washed, I was to do them. Now getting angry, I stopped and saw her wry smile forming.

“Good, you spotted yourself and drew yourself back from the edge. You have made your first step. Let’s wash this up and then look at the RV to see what we will need.”

Felicity is right. If I am not to blow up the world, I need to gain control of my impulse to jump to anger. I now remember that I used to be that way until my ex started her path of destruction through my life.

This time, I give her a hug. I told her, while I washed and she dried, “I used to be a very level headed guy but all the things that my wife did to me both during and after the marriage put me on a offensive position. Lash out at the slightest. Please continue to test me. Pull me back when I seem out of control. If you do not know, when I start to lose control, my mouth will not stop the profanity from vomiting out. I used to have almost perfect control of that.”

“Noted.” Is all she said.

Stopped just inside the door, I am amazed. The RV, from the outside, is a midrange size. The inside is extremely larger. Outside, shed size, inside, a palatial mansion. I really need to clarify this. The exterior dimensions are eight feet wide by twenty feet long.

Inside, well let’s just say that it has a full sized kitchen, living room, four bed rooms each with a bathroom. Again, all full size. Not true, all are extra large.

“Craig, there are things that you will see that defy your worlds understanding.” She explains. “You are amazed. Your reaction is what was needed. You reacted to the change in a positive manner. Not ‘What the hell did you do to my RV.’”

She crossed her arms and tried to look pissed but I had to laugh.

Smiling, she tells me to get into the driver’s seat. I do and look in the side mirrors. I see my normal RV, not this palace on wheels. The dash backup camera shows the normal exterior.

“You drive it like normal.” She tells me. “Like this pocket dimension, if you were not invited in and spotted it, you would have only seen something that is the size of a blueberry. You could have handled it like that berry. That is this RV now. When we take it out on the outside road, people will only see a normal RV. If anyone comes in, the inside will appear as a normal RV to both the invited and us. It will revert to this when they leave or are invited to travel with us.”

I am caught up in the utter fantasy that is unfolding before my eyes. A luxury estate on wheels that only select people can see……. Wait a minute. My mental brakes have just been put to the floor.

“We need to back this rig up. What do you mean ‘invited to travel with us’? I was under the mistaken impression that it would be you and me traveling. It seems that I am wrong in thinking that. You need to explain why.”

She has a smile that makes me shiver and then she tells me that it will become apparent when we meet that one. I will tell you that each will contribute to your control. Especially the last. That one will be the one that will be needed to conquer the last of your out of control. Then we conquer the evil one. or should I say, she will conquer the evil one.

“You will just have to put up with that last one. She is as needed as you are.

She keeps saying that one but now, besides herself, she has mentioned two others. Control, control, I breathe in and out.

“You are going to stop at the two or should I count the bedrooms again?”

”Don’t worry, you and I share a room.” She giggles.

Now she has gotten my attention. This just may have become interesting. Then she almost cause me to loose control of the RV when she mentioned our bedroom has a very large walk in shower and tub.

After getting over the frustration that I am driving a mansion, I realized something basic, I just needed to say to Felicity, “Since this is the same rig on the outside, I only need to drive the front of this. Make turns like normally I would. I just need to remind myself that anything I drove, I drove the outside, not the inside.”

Now I could feel the tension drain out of me. I feel a kiss on my head but what was cradling my neck was a distraction. I tell her about it but she told me that this also was a lesson in control.

We continue to drive around. How big is this space? More and more things pop out in front. There are road closures and other distractions mainly Felicity’s flirting and other physical distractions from within the RV mansion.

There were actual traffic jams. She threw everything in my way. Each time I approached road rage, I would receive a shoulder rub or other things. She would have me stop in the middle of the road, tie up traffic and just pull out the BBQ. Soon there were people doing the same and we all had a ball.

After a while, those things were not bothering me. I actually stopped to move a turtle out of the road. It started to be fun. Felicity even started a chant for me.

“Right now, you have nowhere to go and all the time to get there.”

I have calmed down quite a lot over the past few days. She is right about that saying. I told her of a cartoon magazine that had a character That his catch phrase was no problem.

This is good because I am getting control of my impulses. Felicity is really happy but there is now something that is throwing my progress in a tail spin.

Standing in the middle of the road is a smaller woman.

Rather than hit her I start to go around but my brakes are applying by themselves. I now get a better look at her. Her looks are petite but the look on her face says different. Damn she has horns and red eyes.

I don’t get a good feeling about this.