Bathing @ MindSay

She woke up slowly, surprised to feel the sudden jolt of sensitive skin and sore muscles. She turned and tucked herself against him and lay still. He gently ran his hand over her breasts, tummy, hips and the between her thighs and listened as she caught her breath.

 

He raised her gently and held her lightly in his arms, pulling the covers back to examine her skin.  She squealed softly as the cool air robbed the thick warmth from under the covers and put her hand to his face where she could watch as he examined her body.

 

"Good morning my love"  She watched him examine her and parted her legs as his hand ran over her tummy and he opened her thighs.

"We're going to have to take care of you today"  He kissed her face and neck and bit her nipples until she giggled and squealed.

"Mmmm . . .  yes, more  . . . " Her skin stung a bit in protest, but she stretched herself out the full length of him and put her hand across his hips and drew him to her. She moved her hand to hold his cock, but he gently coaxed her up and out of bed as she pouted and complained softly.

 

He led her to the bathroom, took off her collar and released her. She sat on the toilet, as he ran a bath and watched the water steam and fill the room.  She could smell coffee brewing and he brought a large cup of a'lait in with him and pointed her to the slightly hot water.   She looked at her skin and noticed how flush it was, then the hot water turning her a deeper pink, her nipples rising and an even darker brown.  He poured salts, and oil in the water and stirred with his hand again going over her breasts, tummy, thighs and hips. She said nothing and watched him, then playfully reached for his cock and ran the palm of her hand over the head. 

 

The hot water soothed the sting of her skin and the ache of her muscles and she began to realize all that she'd went through the night before. It had been intoxicating and she knew she find herself much further down that path. She had been detached and a wanton worthless thing, fit only for fucking and his pleasure . . . even the soreness and sting of her skin began to tingle with a sweet promise of pleasure. 

 

He eased into the tub next to her and began going over her with a soft washcloth. Later she stood obediently as he dried her and examined her again, blushing as he spread her cheeks and slid his hand between her thighs. She began to kneel to offer herself and he held her, and turned her as he gently rubbed scented oil over her and then took a soft washcloth and applied another to her hands, neck and face.

"Did Kohru prepare this?"  She smiled as she turned this way and that.

"Yes. You went through a lot and we need to take care of your skin."

"I 'm surprised at how weak I am and sore." She took the last sips of the cafe' a'lait, and giggled when her tummy growled. "Hmmm . . .  guess I was to busy being fucked to eat?" 

 

He smiled at her, gave her another once over, wrapped her in her robe, gave her a towel to wrap her hair in. She offered her collar to him and he took her by the hand and led her to the kitchen. She refilled their coffee and sat at her spot at the counter filling the soothing of Kohru's potions.

 

She ate everything he put in front of her . . . poached eggs, hot bread and butter, glasses of ice water, pruchetto and seasoning .  . . and then asked about an early supper.  He led her to the sun porch, stretched her out under the awning and opened her robe where she was lying nude in the filtered sun.  She held her fingertips against his chest and opened her legs and arched her back as he applied more lotion and opened sparkling water and lime. He gave her two glasses to drink and the filled it again and put a straw in it. He took off his robe and lay down on the chaise next to her and she curled up feeling the sun on her neck and body, the warmth soaking through her.

 

"It was amazing, intoxicating . . . I came and came"  She rested her head on his chest and felt his arm bring her closer

"I know, it was for me as well. You're amazing, beautiful, sexual .  . . too easy to just let you go to far"

"Much further my love . . . I'm ashamed to tell you . . ."

"Yes, but carefully. . .  Yes . . ."

 

LET US NOW PRAISE WOMEN!

 

Here I am, then, back on line, computer out of the hospital, and acting normal. I had borrowed a lap-top, as I had to finish a play for the Juvenile Diabetes Reasearch Association.  It was an act of love for good friends, so I suffered through the indignity of lap-top ussage. My question is: Why have a computer you can take with you to the mountains or the beach? Why not just go to the damn beach and leave the office at home? Why not really look at the mountains, climb a few while your legs still work, and leave the web-surfing for those weathery days when going out is verboten?

 

I have been looking for my soapbox, and having found it, I climb aboard and proceed: There were several articles in this morning's paper that I could not ignore. They gave a bitter, unpleasant taste to my coffee and croisant...briefly stated, here they are:

 

     Mogadishu__"The courts have banned women from swimming at the main beach in the capitol, and men and women are forbidden from socializing together. Elsewhere in the country, women are allowed to swim, but they must be fully clothed...bathing suits are forbidden for women."

     Excerpts from "Sold," a great but sad new book by Patricia McCormick: "While interviewing a young man in Kathmandu, he informed me, without a hint of embarrassment that he had sold his fiancee. Why? Because he wanted a new motorcycle."

     Mikael Gorbachev, ex-Soviet Prez., on women gaining status in Russia--to Paraphrase: "We must keep a wary eye on them, or they will be wanting equal rights soon."

    Australia: The countries most revered Islamic cleric described women who don't wear headscarves as "uncovered meat" "That is why they get raped--the uncovered meat is the problem."

    Noel Coward, revered English playright: "Women should be struck regularly, like gongs."

    We have all heard worse, of course...little girls sold by fathers, mothers, uncles, into the child sex trade..."men come, they crush my bones with their weight...they split me open."

 

My Question Is: What the hell is going on, people? ....! !!!!

      Let me, then, tell you briefly about a few women I would not want to ask to leave the beach--a women

My beloved wife, Tomi Barrett, recently deceased. Tomi was born with deformed feet. She had to wear cruel steel braces on her legs through childhood, and took much pain and ridicule to school and back everyday. The braces, of course, caused her knees to bleed, her ankles to constantly throb with an unrelenting ache. Still, she enrolled in gym class, and by the age of 12, her feet having straightened, she became a champion gymnast. She mastered water-skiing, and at six could ski on one ski, do the jumps by 10, and by 12 was skiing barefoot--I mean without the skis! At 13, she brought her grade average up to straight "As" and as a reward, asked for her own horse.  She picked a gorgeous, but unbroken, Arabian stallion. She named him "Fancy Pants," taught him to accept her as a buddy, and rode that horse everywhere and at every opportunity. "Here comes Tomi and Fancy Pants!" They were always accompanied by a huge German Shepard named "Brute."

     Tomi went to Stephens College, in Missouri, and was the star of their Drama department. To pay her way through school, she worked as the first woman warehouse foreman for the Katy Railroad, and as an executive secretary.  She was a Stew for American Airlines until she ruptured an eardrum. She taught herself to dance, then learned how to choreograph. By the time I met her, she was chief choreographer on Brian De Palma's cult movie masterpiece, "Phantom of The Paradise." On our first date, I showed up to take her to dinner--it was raining, she was sitting on the steps, drenched to the skin inside of her new dinner dress. She was holding a sick, obviously abandoned kitten. "I've got to get this kitty to the vet, Gary. We'll have dinner some other time." I liked her priorities. I drove her to the vet...long story short, she saved the kitten, named him Lester, and adopted him out to a pleasant gay couple who lived in the next apartment.

     During our 34 wonderful, exciting, contentious, difficult, and loving years together, Tomi acted, produced,

productioned managed and did stunts in motion pictures...an 80' high fall while chased through the forest by a cannibal, shot up in an L.A. coffee shop infested by gangbangers, tumbled ass-over-tea kettle down a cliff, into a whirlpool and dumped into a set of rapids while trying to elude a hungry cougar. Toward the end of her brief but spectacular life, she started her own animal rescue organization, Paws for Pets, and, together with the friends she conned into joining her, saved the lives of hundreds of previously abandoned, sick, frightened and hopeless dogs, cats, a horse or two, several emus, a wolf, a coyote, and a bevy of raccoons. I only saw Tomi frightened once...when diagnosed with incurable cancer, she came to my office, sank into my lap, and whispered, "I am so frightened." I held her, it seems like forever. After that day, she never once let fear, depression, or regret enter into her mind...at least not so the rest of us could see it. I definitely would not like to have been the one to tell Tomi that she was "banned from going to the beach."

 

Suzanne Bail: Suzie is married to my great friend, stuntman, director, actor Chuck Bail. She deserves some kudos just for putting up with Chuck...Suzie was raised in Van Nuys, Calif...now the gang capitol of the San Fernando Valley. As a young girl, Sue wanted to learn how to fly, so as soon as she could, she bought herself flying lessons--she loved it so much she bought herself an airplane... a hot Piper Dakota. Suzie and that Dakota became an item in aviation lore. At first, she entered small races, over the local hills and dales.  Then interstate--winning, always winning...then Sue began racing cross country, coast to coast, against women and men pilots, the best of the lot. She flew low to the ground and balls to the wall, and almost always winning. She would fly in a bathing suit, the plane always stripped to the bare minimum also, to cut down on  weight. She and her son won the first cross country race for a parent and their child. Balls to the wall and all!!!~Sue has moved to Texas, where she and Chuck raise and train Champion Show Horses on a ranch just outside of Maban. Sue can buck those 100lb feed sacks like they are frisbees, and oh, yeah, Sue has six dogs, a bunch of cats, and she gives love and sustenence to just about anything else that walks or crawls. She is also a premiere member of National Assaociation of Women Pilots.  I would not want to be the one to tell Suzie that "it would be improper for us to socialize."

 

Simone Dicks: Simone is drop dead gorgeous and a little over six feet tall. She is the co-owner and CEO of a large furniture company in Houston. She also owns and rides a Harley. She can drink you and your father under the table any time, while also raising her kids to be super human beings in spite of multiple dificulties. Simone could pick Tomi up and carry her around on her shoulder, pushing the curious out of the way as though they were peeps. She was part of Tomi's animal rescue group, and together, they were a hoot. I was so proud of them...day or night, to the rescue...in some of the worst parts of town...Tomi and Simone, Simone and Tomi. One night they drove to a very, very dangerous part of Austin to rescue a pregnant cat from a wrecking yard. It being Christmans eve, when they got the cat home, they named her Merry, for Merry Christmas. Merry was sick and almost dead, and dehydrated to much to give birth. Simone helped nurse her into health, and Merry eventually gave birth to six beautiful kittens. I was in the guestroom, trying to catch a few winks, and they would wake me about every twenty minutes, excited as laying hens, laughing with delight..."Gary, Gary, come quick...Merry just had another baby!" This went on all night. They ended jup adopting out all of the children, and as Merry had fallen in love with the little boy across the street from us, and vice versa, I will now admit that the two sleep together each and every night --Merry and boy seem blissfully happy.  

     When Tomi was diagnosed with cancer, she could not have had a better friend than Simone. Simone drove all of the way from Houston to Austin every weekend, bringing flowers, foods, books, magazines, CDS, DVDs and that gorgeous six foot smile......She was with us body and spirit until the end. I would not want to be the one to tell Simone "she should be struck regularly, like a gong."

 

     Patricia Kent: Patty was my older sister. She died of ALS, (Lou Gehrigs Disease) at the age of 44. Before that unfortunate event, Patty was the star of our family. A tomboy from the get go, she and I rode every horse within miles of the neighborhood, expalored, climbed every tree..you know the scene. She was five years older than I. Of my four sisters, she was the only one to Graduate from college, with a B.A. in Education, and a Masters in Journalism. She put herself through school with scholarships, and by working as a "Forest Lookout," sequestered alone in isolated towers on solitary Mountain Tops in Washington and Oregon -- spending her summers on the watch for anything that might hurt or harm those pristine areas. She also befriended much of the nearby wildlife...including a black bear, who she named "Gary Bear," several squirrells, all named "nutty," and a host of predators, birds, etc.

     As a teacher, Patty worked all over the world..you name it, she tought there. Thailand, Germany, Japan, England, Finland, China, et all. She is one of the few American poets ever to be published in a reknowned book of Japanese Haiku poetry. "Tokyo..city of one light, your pace moves too fast for my feet to follow."

or, "I lay me down to sleep, and I weave dream baskets of spring, of green grass and flower eyes. I fill them with rain scents and bird song--so full, that they spill over the sides into the blue air."

     Pat  was more than a creative person. She was an inovator, a doer...In San Francisco, she established centers for art, for reading, for music and science. When she became to ill to leave her house, she opened the doors to the artists, writers, and thinkers of her era. Ceasar Chevez put together to budding core of the Amercican Farm Works Federation in Patty's kitchen, over huevos rancheros and good black coffee.

     Like Tomi, Pat died much to young. I would not like to have been the person to tell her she was "a piece of meat."

 

Some younger and newer female friends you should know about:

  

     Homa Hadifar: Homa is 19, daughter of an Iranian Father and an American Mother. She learned to swim in my swimming pool. I have watched her grow into an amazing young woman. She has mastered two very distinct cultures, traveled widely, and deeply loves humankind. After Tomi died, it was Homa who asked me to go hiking with her...out for ice cream, to the cinema, to the park for conversations and contemplations about

life, love and the lay of the land. She would not let me become isolated or despondent. She is a remarkable friend.

 

     Ozone Alert (ne: Taylor). Taylor is a young woman who's energy collided with mine on the internet. I was struck by her blog on Mindsay. Her writing is fresh, frank, thought provoking, unselfish and not personality centered. She has a great sense of humor.  She is beautiful, and yet, is totally unconcerned or conceited about that part of her  "self". She loves her family, her friends, and cares deeply about their problems. She encourages strangers, like myself, to be better human beings. She writes and sings music, she models, she remonstrates on the situation of her "cowboy" neighbor..."Is he sick? Should I take him soup, or would that be presumptous?" She likes ice-cream and horses. What more can you ask?  She is generally cheerful, scolding, and enlightening, gracious and down to earth,  all at the same speed. She also has taken the time to keep up a correspondence with me, a man old enough to be her grandfather several times over. I never feel the bias...I feel the friendship, and remain delighted. Did I mention she is beautiful, talented and funny?

 

     Lelia Bayless: Lelia is now 16. I met her when she was about four, another one who learned to swim in my pool. In her childhood, Lelia would always drop over, and talk me into playing a varity of childhood games. I was her "best friend" she told me. Lelia started school...a milestone and frightening experience for most. In about third grade, she approached me to teach her how to fight, as there was a bully boy on the bus who picked on the girls and Leila wanted to put him in his place. I taught her...she punched the guy's lights out, he went crying home to mother, and that was the end of the bullying. Last year at the age of fifteen, Lelia and her new best friend, Charlotte,  were accepted on the school yell squad. They were very excited. Then Charlotte accidently slipped her bike in front of a city bus and was killed. Lelia was devasted, but kept a stiff upper lip--then, to everyone's shock, a month later, Leila's mother was found dead of a heart attack..she was 42. Lelia started a descent into the pits of despair. With the help of friends and family, (especially her father) she rallied, and became the heart and soul and the strength of her family. She is now an honors student, and at night, studies martial arts and kick-boxing, along with yoga, dance, and drama. Oh, and she also raises rabbits. I am proud to say she is still my friend. 

 

     Redhat (Rancette). Rancette is very young...20 maybe. I met her also on "the net"..attracted to the fact that she was an aspiring filmmaker, about to embark on her first movie making adventure. We corresponded. I learned that she loves Los Angeles as much as I do. Most people don't care for the place, but to Rancette and I it is a wonder of a city, obvious, perhaps, only to fellow filmmakers--artists who roam the city in search of interesting places, colorful people, inexpensive sound labs and editing rooms, parks, danger and, peaceful seclusion in a city teeming with millions of automibles, all in a frenzied  hurry. With Rancette I can speak of Angel's Flight, Descanso Gardens, the Griffith Observatory, the "Valley," Hugo's for breakfast, "downtown," Laurel, Coldwater, Benedict and Malibu Canyons, County Line, Point Doom, the esplanade at Venice Beach, The Hollywood Sign and Bronson Caves, the "Strip," and Studios and making it to Big Bear. Rancette is producing and basically directing her first project---a daunting task. Being a filmmaker myself for forty years, I have admiration for anyone embarking on that career. It is a difficult, trying, and slippery slope. I wish her well, and hope that she is an excellent skier. 

 

There are so many more, Martha Toner, Sheryl Pinnsonault, Barbara Robin , but the list goes on and on, as does my celebration of women. I know this is lengthy, but I have been off-line for a while, and I know you can put up with one long one. The subjects of my celebrations deserve their own songs, books should, and will, be written about them. We must champion them, and  praise them. We must never, ever, tell them "They are a piece of meat, and by the way, stay away from my beach!"

Hugs all 'round,

Gary

Okay its Health 101 for some of the human population.

 

First things first.  BATHING is NOT an option! 

 

 

 

One must bath not only to look good but to smell decent and by the way it has HEALTH benefits!  Come on folks we aren't living in middle ages where we only bathed twice a year! Lets take a page from our ancestors and realize that bathing is good for your body and for other ppl's noses!

 

I swear the ppl in the town I live in do not know what water and soap are.  Let alone deodrant or body sprays/purfume/colognes are! 

 

Lets start with Ju Jutsu.  We are going to sweat and eventually smell somewhat nasty with working out, thus why I make sure I have deodrant on and even spray myself down with a body splash before I go.  Husband does the same thing.  The kids don't have to worry about that yet because they are 7!  But if you are a parent of pre pubesent boys and girls or teenage boys and girls, one must teach them to wash their ass cracks, their private areas, their armpits, and for hte girls under the tits!   Otherwise they are going to fucking reek to high heaven and have someone like me tell them they stink! 

 

I can give some leaway to the younger boys and girls, the prepubesent age, they are just coming aware of the changes in their bodies.  Meaning I won't out right tell them they stink but I will say something to their parents or even to the Sensi.  I go to Ju Jutsu to abuse my body NOT my NOSE!  There are two twin prepuberty boys in our class.  The first night they came to class one of them stank like rotten eggs.  I was gagging so bad and refused to stand anywhere near them.  I said something to Sensi.  Sensi politlely pulled mamma aside and said something to her.  Since then the boys have been really good about making sure to put dodrant on and are clean before they come to Ju jutsu.  But now we have a prepuberty lil girl there.  On top of it, well......no better word for it.....she is fat.  And you can tell by looking at her neck, face, and pudgy lil hands she doesnt' wash very well.  The smell of rotten cheese wafts through the gym.  I finally had it with the smell because it made me so sick to my stomach that I had to go throw up last Monday.  Sensi was to embarassed to say anything to the girl's mother because it was a girl and asked if I would say something.  I was more then happy too!  This is how the convo went:

 

"Excuse, Mrs. R.? 

"Yes?"

"Hi, I am Jackie B and I am a student in class along wiht your daughter."

"Oh nice to meet you."

"you too.  I have something I need to talk to you about concerning your daughter Z and Sensi asked me to talk to you.  Do you have a minute?"

"Sure.  What is going on with Z?"

"Well Mrs. R, there isn't a nice way to put this, your daughter reeks of rotten cheese.  I am not saying this to be mean but suggest that you maybe talk to her about washing up a bit before comgin to Ju Jitsu.  How old is she?"

"GASP!  What did you say?!?  And she is 9 almost 10!"

"I said she reeks of rotten cheese and I think it is because she is in the prepuberty stage and her hormones are starting to go a bit bonkers."

 

Just then Z walked up and her mother got a wiff of her. 

 

"OH DAMM Z!  You do stink!"

"Thank your Mrs. B.  I will talk to her."

 

Now this convo could have gone either way because yay I just dont' have any tact.  My nose was assulted and I have a very sensitive nose.  And when it comes to smells, I don't give a rats ass if I hurt your feelings.  You stink I am going to tell you especially if I can't stop gagging form the smell.

 

We go to the Fall Carnival tonight that the PTO put on.  First of all I am not a big group person anymore.  Becoming a stay home mom has led me to become a hermit and I rather perfer it anymore.  The smells of candy, kids, and the normal smells of a kiddie carnival wasnt' that bad and I tolerated that along with the rude ass adults.  The kids weren't as bad, they were rude but at least would turn around and smile at you if they bumped into you where adults just knocked into you and kept going.  Assholes.

 

But what took the cake is the fact at the "moonwalk", I was standing out of evreyone's away and kept moving out of everyone's way because I didn't want them touching me and two very nicely dressed women walk past me and stand in front of me.  I start gagging from the overwhelming stank of Body Odor!  I walk a lil ways towards a group to my left.........not them.  I walk a lil ways to my right where a group of ranchers/cowboys were standing in shit kickers.........nope not them........I had nobody behind me.  I very cautiously take a few steps to the front of me.........MY GODS it was ONE of the nicely dressed WOMEN!  I started gagging and Randy thankfully walked up with the kids and hurried me away after he got a wiff.  He knew I would have gone up and told them what deodrant was!

 

Then in line for the "Fishing Game" for the kids.......I started getting a wiff of rotten tuna.  That is right ROTTEN TUNA!  I knew it wasn't the first two ladies because they stank of rotten eggs, cheese, and week old grease.  This was  a new smell.  Of course Randy was out sneaking a cig and couldn't hurry me away.  I pinpointed the smell.  A young 20 something mother of 2.  Very nicely made up make up, causual clothes, and the stank of a well used whore!

 

As we slowly moved forward in our line, we got closer and closer to the lady and my kids were watching the mirade of emotions and the stank of her go across my face and asked me if I was going to say something to her.  YOU BET YOUR SWEET LIL TUSHIES MAMMA IS GOING TO SAY SOMETHING TO HER!

We got up near her and I literally pulled my shirt up over my mouth and nose......got a couple of odd looks from some ppl, some understanding nods from others........and then I turned towards her.......

 

"Mam."

"Yes."  With a puzzled look in her eyes with me holding my shirt over my mouth and nose.

"YOU STINK! Do you NOT know what soap and water is?  Or how about dodrant?  And you do realize that if you don't wash your vagina you get the rotten stink of tuna?  You are ruining my evening out with my children because you don't know how to wash your own body!"

 

Randy comes walking up with a horrified look on his face, he heard the last part of my lil tirad.  Some of the people including kids started snickering and others were looking at me like I had two heads.  I dont' care.  My nose was assulted with Body Odor and it reeked!

 

"Well!  HOW DARE YOU TELL ME I STINK!  IN FRONT OF MY KIDS NO LESS!"

"first, my nose couldn't take it anymore.  Second, do you want to continue walking around like your all that and smell of rotten tuna?  And third, dont' you think you owe it to your friends, family and own children if you bath once in a while and maybe set an example for your own children on how to bath? You don't like what ppl say to you in public then I suggest you bath once in a while!"

 

She walked away with kids in tow in a huff.  And I got a few smatterns of applause and Randy hauled my ass out of the Activity Center faster then you can say a Stick Up His Ass.

 

So again folks, BATHING IS NOT AN OPTION.  It is something that we all need to do!  Because if you meet up with a mean ass bitch like me and you reek of BODY ODOR, I am going to tell you if my husband doesn't haul me away in time.  Teenagers, prepubescent kids, those who work manual labor and young children I will give leaway to.  Their bodies go through the deodrants and scents faster then anyone elses.  And the fact some parents don't know how to teach their kids to bath.

 

So lets all use a lil soap and water tonight. Some deodrant.  And mabye even some of yoru favorite scent.

 

And the next time you run across some one with Body Odor do them a favor and SAVE OUR NOSES and tell them they stink!

1. People are unrelaible

2. Weekends go by way too quickly

3. Bathing is a good thing!

4. When taking sleeping pills read directions-cause they can knock you out for awhile!