Chapter 162: Trealyn’s Birthday

Sunday, June 20, 1971

The celebration that had been interrupted last night, was in full swing today. Grace saw Kip and I coming and ran to meet us. Taking my hand as she chattered excitedly about the food, she led me back to the platform. On it, was a small table. Rose and Eve were already seated there, with an empty chair between them.

“Go on, Michael,” Grace said, indicating the empty seat between Rose and Eve. “I’ll bring you a plate. You’re going to LOVE the food!”

It was then that I noticed the single long row of old tables and pieces of wood lying across sawhorses, stretching at least forty feet long in front of the platform. And each table was loaded down with food of every description. It reminded me of an old-fashioned potluck dinner in an old country church with everyone bringing something and then sharing as they sit around on chairs, logs, and even on the ground. Children were running and playing as the adults lined up for a chance to go through the long buffet. The head of the line started right in front of the platform so everyone could speak to Rose and Eve before heading through the line.

I kissed Rose, and then Eve before sitting down at the empty place between them.

“You don’t have a plate,” Eve said in alarm. “I’ll go get you one. What would you like to try?”

“Don’t worry. Grace is getting it,” I told her quickly. Sure enough, Grace returned at that moment with something for me to drink.

“Your food will be here in a few minutes,” she told me with a wink before disappearing.

It was hard to stay depressed with such a festive mood surrounding me, and it wasn’t long before I began to feel better. It’s probably a good thing my food wasn’t there yet because I couldn’t have eaten it anyway. I was too busy being introduced to every single Omugi on the reservation as they paraded by our table in the line to fill their plates. I glanced down at one point and realized Eve and Rose had barely touched their own plates.

Later, with everyone happily chowing down, Dawn came by to check on us.

“I’m sorry. We had planned on a much fancier feast last night, but ... well, you know...” she stammered.

“Don’t say it Dawn. This is fantastic! Everything is wonderful. I don’t remember when I’ve had so many different dishes, and every single one of them is delicious!” I told her enthusiastically.

“Are you sure?” she asked me. “After so much food got ruined last night, I wasn’t sure what we’d do. But Raynell and some of the other ladies simply arranged for each family to bring their favorite dishes.”

“Dawn. Quit fretting. This is really better. I feel as if I have been invited into their homes and shared their favorite foods with them. I think it is a wonderful way to get to know the Omugi better,” I told her. It was then that I sensed Dawn’s true worry.

“Would you walk me to the dessert table?” I asked her. I had noticed that there was one table, down at the very end of the long row of tables, that seemed to be laden with homemade desserts of every description. “Ladies,” I said to Eve and Rose, “may I bring you something sweet?”

They were both still talking to their friends, who were gathered around the platform holding their plates on their knees while they talked.

“Adriana?” I thought to her quickly. “Dawn is worried that Rose and Eve might not have appropriate clothing for the State Dinner next week. Will we have time to address that on Monday? In New York?”

“Michael. Don’t tell me you are asking us to take them shopping? In New York? For expensive gowns? A-a-nd accessories?” she asked, sighing in mock horror.

I grinned. I knew she was somewhere in the crowd, but couldn’t see her. I wished I could, because I sensed a real performance brewing.

“Vickie! Did you hear that? Our slave driver of a boss now wants us to take his two newest girlfriends shopping. In New York of all places!”

“How horrible!” Vickie replied acting horrified. “Maybe we should look for another job?”

“I bet he’ll want us to babysit his sister at the same time, which means we’ll have to drag her and all her cousins with us!” Adriana continued the performance, obviously for the benefit of those around her. “And he’ll probably even make us take TWO of his charge cards!”

“That’s too much,” Vickie replied in mock disdain. “I guess I’ll have to get out my resume and start polishing it up!”

The sounds of their laughter at Adriana’s and Vickie’s actions and thoughts came to my ears from across the way. I looked and could see them all in a group under one of the few large trees in the village square.

Dawn was smiling now as she looped her hand through my arm as we walked. I had cut the connection when I had sensed Dawn’s relief, but the sounds of their laughter continued to peal across the village square.

When we reached the last table, I just kept on walking. Past the Tribal Hall, and down a small side street, to a squat concrete block structure. It was one of the first I had seen with air conditioning, furnished by a small window unit. Locked doors were not common among the Omugi, so I simply opened the door and pulling Dawn with me, slipped inside.

“What are you doing, Michael?” she exclaimed.

“Sh-h-h... “ I told her. “I’m trying to take care of ALL your concerns before I leave. Where’s the fax machine I sent you?”

“It’s in my office,” she replied, following me into her small office at the back of the two room building. “But it won’t work. The lines are down. Remember?”

I stopped. Then turned to look at her. I continued to move around her desk to seat myself in her chair. “Do you have paper?” I asked, “and a pen?”

She moved beside me, watching as I began to write. When I finished I turned to her, still seated in her chair.

“When the phone lines are repaired tomorrow, I want you to fax this to the First National Bank of Long Island,” I told her. “You can get the number from Adriana or Vickie, or just call the operator.”

Dawn took the single sheet and read through it carefully. Then looking up at me with eyes that were filling with tears, she started to speak. But no words would come. Finally, she pulled me out of her chair and kissed me passionately.

“I can’t believe it! I can’t believe it!” was the mantra going through her mind as she was flooded by relief. “Please don’t let this be a dream!”

“It’s not a dream, Dawn,” I told her softly, my lips close to her ear. “As soon as Uncle Harry receives the fax, Rose and Eve will each have a scholarship account that they can draw on as they need. They will never again have to worry about being able to purchase the things they need, and they’ll be able to attend the college of their choice.”

Dawn kissed me even more passionately, then abruptly pulled away. Dropping to her knees, she deftly unbuttoned my fly. Then yanking at my jeans to get them down, she enthusiastically began to kiss my cock.

I stopped her for a moment to unbuckle the sword belt. I was as hard as an alien steel blade as she swallowed as much of my shaft as she could. Dawn continued her aggressive attack on Little Mike, who thrilled to every moment of the assault while I began opening as much of Dawn’s top as I could reach.

Soon, she rose and after removing her clothes, began to kiss me passionately. I turned us around, sweeping her desktop with my arm to clear it. Then, laying her on her back on her own desk, I proceeded to drive my raging hard-on into her waiting pussy.

I don’t know if it was because of all the adrenalin rush from yesterday, but I was more eager to fuck than I had been in a while. When Dawn had begun sucking me, it was as if she had lit a fast-burning fuse inside of me, as my only thought was my own physical release. I don’t even think I tried to read her. If Dawn hadn’t been so willing, it might have been close to rape, it was such a purely a selfish fuck on my part. But all that was at the edges of my own consciousness as I pumped her twat furiously.

It was over quickly. I immediately began to feel the guilt start creeping in, the moment I came.

“Damn!” she exclaimed. “That was the best fuck I’ve had in years!”

“Huh?” I thought. I had just been about to apologize.

I kept silent as I scanned her. Sure enough! She was telling the truth. I paused as I realized that with all the powers I seem to have been given, I still couldn’t understand women. Even the ones I loved. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I thought I could hear the universe laughing at me.

“Oh, well...” I thought.

“We need to get back. They’ll be looking for you,” she said as she opened a desk drawer and pulled out some tissues. We both hurriedly rounded up our clothes scattered around the office and quickly redressed. As I was buckling my sword, Dawn frantically searched the rubble from where I had cleared her desktop, for the single sheet of paper I had written. Then placing it in the center of the empty desktop, she weighted it down with a paperweight and turned for the door.

“C’mon,” she said. “Let’s get back before they miss us.”

“But your office? What about the mess and all the...” I started to ask.

“Later,” she replied, pulling me out the door. “And by-the-way, this time doesn’t count. I still get the whole night you owe me!”

Catherine was standing with Harvey and Helen Newman at the edge of the festivities when we approached.

“Michael,” she said. “I’ve hired Harvey to pull the Rowena all the way back to New York. We’ll have to go back through Albuquerque to let him change engines and drop off Helen, but this way, we won’t be held to the other railroad line’s freight schedules.”

“That sounds great!” I told her, then continued on towards the platform alone. I needed to talk to Catherine about Helen. She experienced a lot over the last twenty-four hours, and I needed time to scan her to see if she posed a threat. But not now.

I saw Ivana with Sturgey and Trealyn. When they spotted me, Trealyn left her mother and ran towards me. When she was still three paces away, she launched herself into the air. I caught her by the simple expedient of stopping, as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her long, gangly legs around my waist.

“Oh, Michael!” she cried. “You are so amazing! I didn’t think you could beat all those men with swords. But you did! You were great!”

“Happy Birthday,” I told Trealyn.

She stopped, leaning back to the full extent of her arms that were still fastened around my neck.

“Oh. I forgot,” she exclaimed. “With everything else happening, it just...”

Trealyn looked away shyly. Then slowly raised her eyes to meet mine. She was wondering if she was going to get the birthday kiss she had asked for.