Storytelling

She ambled along gracefully, her composed face not giving away the chaotic thoughts tumbling in her mind or her racing heart.

What should I do about Robert? This sole question was running through her head. The two of them had been best friends for years now -- almost inseparable. Practically brother and sister. They were wonderful sounding boards for each other's issues about anything and everything in life.

That is -- until last night. That changed everything.

He wanted to take her to Mexico for the weekend so they went across the border into Tijuana. 

They stopped to look at all the souvenirs before continuing their journey. How could he avoid talking about the night before?

He had eaten all that bean dip without any consideration to the fact that they were sharing the same hotel room. Didn't he realize how much that had affected her? She was still angry at the lack of sleep she substained the night before, and her eyes still watered every time she thought of the smell... oh, the terrible smell...
 
Next time we share a room, I'll shove a wine cork up his bum, she thought as she stopped and bought a lovely new shawl.
 
The next day, they decided to eat at a fancy restaurant. She reminded him not to eat any more of those nasty beans. That afternoon they went to the park and saw a hot air balloon and Robert cajoled her to ride with him.
 
To please her, he did not have any beans - instead he ate a giant bowl of clam chowder. Once in the air, the hot air baloon starting "bobbing & weaving" - both of them quickly realized that regurgitated clam chowder is NOT a pretty sight!
 
This trip is turning into a comedy of errors, she thought.  The sexual attraction they felt that night seems to have unleashed Murphy's Law to open the windows of heaven over them. This was supposed to be a fun trip! They had planned this for months and had even joked that there wouldnt be any disappointments as far as the opposite sex goes, it would just be friends having fun together.

Sunday November 5th will be the Full Moon and they planned to end their trip by going to Rosarito Beach.  It's part of the region known for endless beaches and desert hills - a soothing backdrop for every taste.  Rosarito has miles of riding trails to please the most avid wanderer. And when we're through, since it is too cool to swim right now, it's about 61 degrees...we can just take a leisurely walk on the beach and share a glass of wine by the fire.
 
 
The wine was smooth and rosy going down as the waves crashed against the shore. She looked up from her glass to meet his eyes and what she saw made her draw a breath.

Impulsively she began to talk. And talk. And talk.

"The other day I was talking to someone about love of the European lowlands. I was quite touched by the whole thing, so I began explaining my friend Trish about it, and she was all:

"Dude!.. Wow! If I hear another thing about the European lowlands I'm going to shoot somebody!"

But then when I got to the part about the love, Trish shut up and started grinding her teeth. But the next day Trish's cousin told me that the reason Trish was so freaked out was because she lost a friend to the whole love cult. There are days when Trish can be really difficult to handle like that, but she wants what is best for me... "

Charlene's voice trailed off when Robert's hand suddenly began caressing hers.