Heart of Indiana / 8 The Planet Principle
You may come to the Planet, but the Planet will never come to you.
Now there was going to be a child. My child. Our child. The Planet was to create a little moon out of our combined genetic material. Just what those little strands of DNA contained was as much a mystery then as was the South Shore line and Indiana to me at the time. But all such things do reveal themselves in due time.
Up until this moment I had always tried to save and conserve resources. To be honest, I never had many resources to save. I had lived sparingly with my assets. Now I was becoming extravagant, or so I thought at the time. My extravagance up to this point were nothing compared to the debacle to come once I followed the Planet down the South Shore snake that led to the wilds of Indiana. Soon I would learn that the Planet could squander earthly resources on a scale that I could not even imagine.
I can hear Planet’s laugh in my ears even now, like the choked back yelp Rene made the first time I entered her virginal young blond fringed body in the sweaty attic that was my bedroom at the time. Fortunately the Planet would stop laughing over time.
But to say that these were some of the happiest, busiest, and headiest times in my life would be an understatement. It seemed like I had it all. To me I couldn’t have asked for a better or more wonderful wedding. The Planet was born to organize festivities and she blossomed in the role. The organization and taste with which it was all executed was phenomenal. I knew the Planet was indeed the right choice. Had I finally done something right? Had I finally made the right turn down my life’s path? Had I finally chosen the right partner for the rest of life’s journey? I truly believed I had.
But that was all to come to an end soon. The minute it was clear the Planet was to release a satellite it was all about the Planet. As the Planet saw it that was it. Not the satellite. The Planet must be cared for.
Posted on May 4, 2013, in adult, Blogging, cynical, relationships, serial, Snarky and tagged awareness, blogging, careers, children, desires, economy, erotic stories, girlfriends, history, Indiana, Kabuki Theater, life, lust, money, relationships, sex, transactions, transportation, women, women.men. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.