Introduction │ REFLECTIONS OF THE RAIN….
Sable-Ann laid sideways the bed as the tears slowly begin streaming down her face. She was hurt by Bobby Glen’s remark: it was one in a long line of cynical responses that went straight through her like an arrow to her heart…not because she was in love or anything of that nature, at the beginning of their repartee’ she was terribly fond of him: yet always treated like she as if she were his emotional advisory! She often wondered if there were moments when he absolutely disdained and resented her—not for the woman she was, but the manner in which she expressed her feelings so confidently and openly in regards to himself. The gentleman constantly found him, secretly, in the unwanted and unfamiliar intellectually charged emotional territory: and the blowback was hurdled towards Ms. Sable Ann with great vigor and often indifference! Unexplainably, for whatever reason, she represented something from his past that he treated with absolute disdain and a level of cynicism the likes this sultry vixen had ever experienced! Reflection, at the juncture, was not only warranted…it would be an absolute necessity if she were to venture forward!
Sable –Ann and Bobby Glen were like vinegar and oil… Neither of them would be lovers would ever blend well; however, together they still could make a very fiery and tasty mix—–which perhaps was the element which drew them together initially. Sable-Ann had the heart of a lion when needed, and the soul of a christened lamb, that Bobby Glen had not come across in a lady for years. She possessed within her a type of Southern traditionalism that he knew and recognized immediately! A part of Robert hungered to become far more carnal and possibly deeply intimate with those attributes
within her—even if it meant cracking the amour (his armor)! Unfortunately, he had no idea that fate would replace Cupid’s arrow with an oozy—and vice versa!
After the tears slowly begin to dry Sable Ann grabbed the bed railings and held them tightly: because she had that sickening feeling deep within her stomach. Sable was beginning to feel sick about the way she felt towards Robert; those emotions had begun to torment the vixen. The emotions slowly began cascading after that one night—-the one night neither lover could ever take back…nor give to any other (the emotional and intellectual binding of two very tormented and tumultuous spirits)! When examined far more closely—-its one salaciously heady catalyst! The irony there, in retrospect, is Bobby Glen took the initiative himself to give special quarter to the vixen while she was in his care—-and special care she received!
Robert and his sultry Sable arrived at a startling revelation that night—–travel into the darkness sexually was no longer an option on the table. It was that same darkness which revealed to the two lover’s that any inkling or idea that either party would “feast or famine” sexually was a concept they could no longer hide behind or entertain. Moreover, rather the two acknowledged it or not—-both their jugulars were exposed (hence that proverbial rabbit- hole.
Sable -Ann was down the same rabbit-hole, only closer to the light at the top. Bobby Glen was oblivious to two very pertinent facts when it came to the vixens demands of him: each time he conceded—-too see her—-be with her intimately—-he empowered her mentally emotionally. With that growing strength, Sable-Ann inched her way closer to the top of that rabbit-hole. Perhaps his shortsightedness could have been attributed to his pre-occupation with the constant watch of his intellectual and emotional barricades —-not even “Seal-Teal Six” was going to breach its perimeter. Sable Ann innately understood this theoretically; however, emotionally it bogged and plagued her to some degree. She only wanted halfway with him…not the “zero sums” game that the women in his past tried to execute, and failed to close the deal. Realist or not the sultry vixen was human!
Though she had no stake in running off into the sunset with Robert, deep down under, she wished the two could stop the mental and emotional sparring to catch a sunset or two: while in the company of one another. The longing to live in that moment seems to oddly strengthen her resolve: as others very close in her fold warned to let go of him because he was not of their world. True to form however, her battle friend stood behind her judgment with one statement and warning. “You know who and what “Mr. Goodbar” (nickname for Bobby) is, and you know your own threshold for tolerance… proceed with caution”!
Sable’s click could have warned her …cautioned her…until they were all blue in the face—-that woman was going her own way regardless! Her resolved towards Bobby became more taboo to those close in the circle—- “the group” as they refer to themselves, really did not get it: and wanted her more ambivalent when it came to any further engagement or interaction with Mr. Robert. This left Sable obsessed and determined to go her own way! However, that is the part of her life she purposely ensured that the gentleman would never become privy too──Robert that is! Sable found “the groups” initial distaste for him rather distasteful her because it was based purely on the fact that this gentleman was not a considered a “Shark” or “Corporate” hard ass──little did, they know of the real “son-of-a-bitch that lay dormant beneath the surface! Bobby was, in their eyes…an Alabama “blue-collar” redneck! Sable’s battle-buddy knew instinctively──this was her type deep down under, and nothing would ever change that. It was simply one of those unspoken secrets the two carried between them. Mr. Robert was none the wiser…or was he!
Unfortunately, Sable-Ann would learn the unmitigated truth about the real Bobby-Glen she had become so smitten with. He would rapidly emerge as her most formidable sexual, intellectual, and philosophical love interest/protagonist to date──and this included LTC “Christian”! This Alabama──Boy would never relent, and preconceived in his mind that he would not stop until he completely dominated her via a series of psychological games of “chicken”!
In the end, nonetheless, the “cardinal sin” would not be in being had──it would be in being taken! In the case of Sable-Ann, nonetheless, the “brutal taskmaster” in her would tactically overcome Robert’s sexual and intellectually unfiltered power he gained over women, and her for that matter. Psychologically, however, that pragmatic “son-of-a-bitch” or rather “iron-clad will” of his would, literally, take them both down depths of that quintessential “rabbit-hole” to the dark side!
One │ GEORGIA STORMS OVER THE HORIZON
On the day Bobby-Glen and Sable-Ann decided to meet initially──there was not a cloud in the sky: over a hundred-mile radius. The southern gentleman sat ever so patiently in his vehicle for the sultry vixen of his