KEITH R. WILLIAMS

Hold up baby closer, and felt myself sliding in. she began to ride, and aw the hell with it was all I could say. We showered together, ate a small lunch, and then departed from each others embrace. I! I want to believe me I do! But I’ve got to finish this story I have a deadline to meet I warned. She kept grinding, and grinding, until I pulled her noticed a Japanese woman wink as kissed goodbye we. It was like it brought a small moment of pleasure, and joy to heart. As I placed Keisha in her cab I could began to see the pain she felt then the Japanese lady walked away. As I began to put this tragedy into words, reality sank in. I concentrated on bringing out all the aspects of death, and survival. The words flowed on paper like the ink was an endless river, and I was adrift searching endlessly for some sanity. They say opportunity comes once in a lifetime, and you don’t know if it came already, or if it’s ever coming. I hope mine is on the way, because I sure need it. It’s hard to take pictures of death, and destruction in such a manner it appeals to the human eye. It’s a hard task for anyone, yet this bloody aftermath leaves only a bitter taste that’s hard to swallow. To see families destroyed, lives changed forever, and an entire nation in mourning is a memory I’ll never forget. In the back of my mind although stayed Keisha. It was a scary feeling that I was in love with a woman who loved me more than herself. I’ve dealt with jealousy before in other relationships, and I’ve been whipped a couple of times myself. Certain women have the uncanny ability to make a man forget about hanging with the fella’s, sports, and shit like that. Either it’s great sex; sometimes it’s great in every way, but most of all it’s the sex. Inquiring minds want to know how to keep a good freak forever without the boredom, or the drama becoming a determining factor. I think you must keep some of the exotic or erotic secrets deep inside, and pull out one or two kinky little ideas slowly as time goes by. Keep your lover interested, give them a special treat every now, and then. After a while you’ll feel like you’re running out of things to do, and that’s when you do everything all at once. Have a contest to see who can fuck the best. The first one to give in by screaming, moaning, or just quitting loses. It can last for hours so be prepared. Invite your lover over to invent something nasty, freaky, be dominant, and be submissive. The main idea is to enjoy each other to the fullest. That’s what life all about enjoying every moment you can. Back in Hiroshima Keisha was presenting a million dollar check to the Japanese delegation. I wanted her to leave Japan, so she could be away from the weeping, and wailing that drowned out the talk of survivors. It’s hard to get last night out of my mind, and I’m stuck. Believe me she can become a major distraction, and writers block can’t become an issue at this time. Written correctly this article could be a Pulitzer Prize winner, and believe me that’s my dream. The toughest part is scrolling through these photos. You never realize what really happened until you visualize it clearly. This picture of a young mother pulling her child out of the water is nice, but so many of them can simply bring tears to your eyes. This picture of shark fins floating is ironic, because the Japanese are the number one killers of sharks for soup. Some are just plain too graphic and I wonder sometimes how I even took them. The world isn’t ready for a rude awakening even if I tried the editors would toss it out anyway. I knew it there goes my cell phone! Hey sweetheart what’s up! I replied without even guessing who it was. Sweetheart! I sent you Mr. McAlister to cover a story, not on a romantic weekend for two my boss replied. Keith how’s everything going down there? How soon can we publish the story she asked? I’ll send it to you tonight, I’m sorry I thought you were Keisha I said. Keisha’s not bugging you long distance is she Keith? Mrs. Welch said sarcastically. No Mrs. Welch she’s in Japan I cried. Focus on one thing at a time, you’re my best reporter, and you have no time for distractions you hear me! She blurted out. Yes I hear you Mrs. Welch I’m going through the photo’s as we speak. I’m placing the appropriate titles to the pictures, and then the words to make them complete I answered. No later than six p.m. Keith I want that story out in the morning she replied. Remember the immortal words of Elie Wiesel. Mankind must remember that peace is not god’s gift to his creatures. It is our gift to each other, and if you want peace of mind? Get me my damn story, and stay away from Keisha she yelled. Will do boss! As soon as I finish I’ll email you, and the editors I laughed. I’ll see you back here Thursday, or Friday, I know how you and Keisha are she giggled, and hung up the phone. The heifer had no clue about our relationship, she just loves to gossip. If she puts as much effort into her diet she’d be attractive. She’s two biscuits away from being a cow. I know! I know! I shouldn’t be talking about people like that, but she’s always budding in at the wrong time. I’m trying to write a damn story!!! Here’s a famous quote of employees all over the world. Shut the fuck up! And leave me alone. I began to write Japan is known for its beauty, nuclear destruction, and cherry blossoms. Typhoons are a common sight; tsunamis are rare around the world. A massive wave of water, triggered by an earthquake, at the bottom of the ocean that surpasses eighty feet causing massive destruction. Tokyo was unprepared for Mother Nature at her worst I wrote. It took three hours to put it all together, and send off to the editors. The night was young, Hiroshima the quickest flight for me, so I decided to relax there. No more devastation and mourning just peace of mind. With Keisha gone it was the perfect time to unwind. Maybe in a geisha house in a hot sauna, and some sake. I arrived in Hiroshima about nine o’clock, caught a taxi to my hotel, and unpacked. As I was leaving the lobby I saw someone from my past, still as gorgeous as ever. My ex-girlfriend Paula from college, and she still had a body of a track star. Hey! Long time no see I said. Oh my god! I haven’t seen you in years Keith what’s up baby! She said with a sexy little grin. For a moment I expected Keisha to pop out the bushes, and yell I caught ya! But to my surprise there was not a sound. What’s up aren’t you glad to see me she cried. Still in a daze I quickly responded you know I am! Damn! You look good, give me a hug. Let me see how you feel after all these years she laughed. I couldn’t laugh because the way she held me felt so damn good, that I melted in her arms, and she knew it. My room is upstairs where are you going? Come on up, and spend some time with an old friend she asked. I was trapped, and truthfully didn’t want a way out. Paula lured me in like a fish that hadn’t eaten in days, and she was the bait. A couple of drinks, and a few stories later we were in her bed getting it on, and believe it or not I felt like I committed a great sin. Well! At least in the morning when I ran to catch my flight. A funny thing about secret rendezvous, or one night stands is they never end the way you want them too. I had the idea that this would be the case too! My mistake was giving Paula my phone number, and telling her to keep in touch when she gets home. I must be out my fucking mind!!! Keisha will smell her a mile away I thought. Okay! Keith calm down it’s not that bad after all I said to myself. Maybe I can get away with it; after all they live in different states, miles away from each other. I won’t leave Keisha for her, but hey a little bit of fun every now and then can’t hurt. I’ll figure it out on the ride that’s just who I am.