Scenario # 3 and More

Scenario #3

Rockmont’s new stable hand was fresh from his second year at veterinary school and seemed to have the caring hands that all good animal people possess. Cynthia Rockmont, just eighteen today, watches as he gently examines the stable’s prize filly and imagines those hands on her own withers and loins. It has been a long summer for Cynthia, isolated out here on her grandparent’s bluegrass acreage where no one, until yesterday, was under fifty and the memory of her last high school caress was fading to nothingness. She longed to be held again, to smell the sweat and pheromones of a boy in heat, to feel his want and his need. She watches excitedly as the new vet-to-be brushes and grooms the sleek animal, gliding his hands over its haunches and hips and down the long slender legs. The horse responds to its gentle care and turns to nuzzle the man with its nose each time he comes near its graceful neck. Cynthia feels herself growing flush. There is an unexpected heat emanating from her groin, drifting over her breasts and onto her cheeks. She knows she is reddening. This is silly she thinks. Why my hesitation? Look at him. He’s beautiful. She suddenly realizes she is desiring a man for the very first time. Well sure there had been plenty of boys in school; after all, she had been prom queen both Junior and Senior years, and though they had been sweet, they were mostly clumsy and immature. They had kissed her ardently and been allowed to pet some, but not one of them had aroused Cynthia sufficiently to get any further. They had certainly never achieved in her the feeling she had now, a feeling so… so… so damned URGENT! She made up her mind right then and there to give herself a birthday present. One she could hold and touch and be touched by. Her grandparents were away at a horse auction and the house was empty. She calls to him from the veranda, using the nickname the other hands had given him. “Doc” she cries out. “ Doc! Come here. Quickly. I want you.”

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“He comes off a pick and takes the inbounds pass two steps in front of the half court line. There are two seconds on the clock. He turns, rises and shoots all in one motion. Goooooooood!

President Doc steps to the podium and says “Good evening my fellow earthlings. I come before you deeply honored that you have elected me the first world president. I promise you, you won’t be disappointed, I’ve got a lot of good shit planned.

“Doc dives to his left and snags the low, hot liner. He’s on his feet instantly and tags the runner from first who had gone too far thinking the ball was through the hole. Now if he can race to the bag before the runner headed to third can make it back…and he does! Unassisted triple play!

As Doc steps from the wings to accept his Nobel Prize for Literature he thinks back to the opus that had kicked off his brilliant run of critically acclaimed best sellers. Who would have guessed that “Ninjas in Love” would be such a winner?

The ball was a beautiful, twirling spiral right on line to the fleet wide receiver as he speeds into the end zone, but Doc has him covered tight as a too small sleeping bag. With perfect timing and at the last possible moment, Doc leaps in front of the would be hero and makes a one handed, finger tip interception. Now all he has to do is out run the dogs snapping at his heels to the far goal line. When he gets there he strolls in. He’s put a good ten yards between he and his pursuers, maybe more. We’re talking speed Baby, speed!

“I’m whispering here Ladies and Gentlemen, because I’m standing pretty close to Doc Walton as he prepares to hit his approach shot on the eighteenth. He needs a birdie here to win his seventh Masters and break the tie with Tiger Woods. He swings and the ball arches gracefully towards the green. It lands past the flagstick but backspins to the hole, stopping within a foot. Start etching that trophy gentlemen, this one’s in the bag.

Doc sits and tries to imagine himself as a real live hero. He’s pushing seventy, has creaky knees, a bad back and carries twenty pounds too many. He’s still got attitude though, and imagination. On top of that his wife and kids love him and his dogs think he’s swell. That’s hero enough for Doc.