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Worldly Counsel-The New Generation Gap

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Zachary changed into some going-out clothes and Tiffany freshened up a bit.

They then walked out of his apartment, locked the door behind them, and down to his car.

Zachary opened the passenger door for Tiffany to which she planted a kiss on his face, then sat down in the seat.

Afterward, Zachary opened the driver-side door sat down and started the engine. He put his car in gear and they headed to the Justice of the Peace.

As they were riding, Zachary asked, “Are you sure you want to go through with this, sweetheart?”

Tiffany replied, “I am sure as I will ever be. Not only am I fed up with his constant abusing me and getting away with it, but I also fear for your safety, even your life.” She paused, then said, “He has multiple guns not to mention he is possessive of my virginity. And while I think you’re wonderful, I know he won’t approve of you, because you get a disability check.”

“Have you ever attempted to report him to the authorities before?”

“I did when I was fifteen. I had just finished a wonderful painting that I was going to try and sell to have some spending money. It was a picture of two young lovers having a picnic. He claimed it was sexually vulgar, I’m not exactly not sure how, so he threw it into the fireplace and burned it. I cursed him lower than a dog, so he began to lash me with a belt. I called the cops on him but when they arrived and found out that my parents were sending me to parochial school, they assumed I was just a spoiled brat. When I explained why I cursed him out, the officer said that because the art supplies were bought with an allowance from my parents that they have the right to destroy the painting if they so choose. My dad then said how the painting I drew was sexually inappropriate. I told the cop it was not. My dad then accused me of calling him a liar. The cop then said I’m lucky my dad doesn’t beat me for that as well because he would have if I was his daughter.” Tiffany paused, then continued, “My dad said that because I attempted to have him arrested, I was forbidden from ever getting a driver’s license as long as I was under his roof. And I was also only allowed to go to school and mass. I tried talking to the priest about all of it during confession, but he simply commanded that I need to honor my father and mother, no ifs and or buts, even if it kills me. My catholic school counselors wouldn’t report it either, because they all claimed I needed discipline and should be less controversial about what I draw and paint. In reality, I think it is because my dad’s company is a major donor to the school.”

Zachary held Tiffany’s hand and said, “I wanted to make sure you were absolutely in agreement with taking legal action against him before we actually did so, but now I know that justice must need be served. I am immensely sorry that no one came to your aid before, but I pray that now it will be made right. This is a parent-child relationship that has been flagrantly violated and unless your dad acknowledges and repents for all his wrongdoings, then the relationship is not worth being restored.”

Tiffany replied, “I just hope that we will be taken seriously.”

“We should just come clean about everything. And we will play all of those voicemail recordings.”

“Yes. Let’s do this thing.”

Zachary drove a short distance more, then pulled up to the Justice of the Peace. He parked his car, then stepped out and opened the passenger door for Tiffany. She stepped out and they exchanged a brief kiss.

Tiffany knocked on the door and was greeted by an older lady.

“May I help you?” She asked.

“I need to put a restraining order on my dad,” Tiffany replied.

“Oh, Merciful Heavens, why on earth do you want to do that?”

“Because he is abusive and controlling. Furthermore, he made some serious threats on my boyfriend’s life.”

“Do you have any proof?”

“My boyfriend recorded it on his phone,” Tiffany looked at Zachary and said, “Bae, show her the evidence.”

Zachary pulled out his phone and played the recordings that he had copied from her phone.

The old lady placed her hand on her heart and said, “My gosh, what a brute of a man!” She paused then asked, “How old are you, though, because if you’re not yet eighteen your boyfriend can get in a world of trouble.”

“I’m nineteen actually and my dad still treats me like a child. I want to be an artist and he destroys my painting because he wants me to get a ‘real job.’ He doesn’t allow me out of his house except to go to mass. So I ran away and met this wonderful young man.”

“Let me see some ID.”

Tiffany pulled out her ID card.

The old lady examined it, then said, “All right, I just need you to fill out the paperwork, then we will get it done for you.”

As Tiffany filled out the papers, the old lady looked at Zachary and asked, “Now you’re not taking advantage of this girl are you?”

Zachary replied with commanding sobriety, “No ma’am, perish the very thought! I am a God-fearing man and I have tremendous reverence for her as well. She may be staying with me, but I am solemnly committed to forgoing intimacy with her until we are wed.”

The old lady looked at Tiffany and said, “What a gentleman you have here! I can tell he’s nothing like your father. You both better always be good to each other.”

“Yes, ma’am, I shall do exactly so with every fiber of my being!”

“So well spoken! That is unheard of for someone your age.” The old lady said to Zachary.

Tiffany added in, “I love how he talks. Like I said yesterday, he sounds like the Puritan Ministers I learned about in American English class but my dad sounds like he is possessed by a legion of demons.”

Zachary looked at the old lady and said, “Thank you, ma’am. I sustained a debilitating back injury six years ago. I have always been an aspiring writer and receiving a disability pension now permits me the time and resources to pursue my passion. I deeply regret not being able to view any of her paintings, because I just know they would have inspired me to create some wonderful literature.”

“When he reads those stories to me, he makes me want to paint the scenes and make them come alive.”

“You’re such a lovely couple and I wish we could have met under better circumstances. But I wish you both the best.”

Zachary said to the old lady, “I am a Christian, and being such has changed my eternal destiny totally for the better and vastly improved this current life of mine as well. I would like you to have what I have, so I am inviting you to come to church. I am taking Tiffany to the alternative celebration to Halloween we are having tonight. But we have services every Wednesday and Sunday and I would be honored if you joined us.” He then wrote down the church name and address.

“Thank you, young man. I will seriously consider it.” She paused, then looked at Tiffany as she said, “The papers will be served either later today or first thing tomorrow.”

“Thank you so much!” Tiffany said as she cried tears of relief.

They then walked to Zachary’s car to which he opened the passenger door for Tiffany. They shared a kiss then she sat down. Zachary entered on the driver’s side, started his engine then asked, “What would you like to do now?”

“Go back to your place and have some of that spaghetti and meatballs we made last night. I need to eat something.”

“Say no more, sweetheart.”

“I am just going to get even fatter if you keep feeding me like this.”

“Oh, that doesn’t worry me in the least. In fact, all it means to me is there will be more of you for me to cherish and adore.”

“I am falling even more for you, Zack!”

“The feeling is mutual, Tiffany. I thank God that you came into my life!”

With that, they rode back to Zachary’s apartment and finished off their homemade spaghetti and meatballs, then snuggled on the futon until it was time for the church festival.

Back to “The New Generation Gap”

Character Guide-The New Generation Gap

The setting for this story series is based on Houma, Louisiana from late October 2012 until present-day.

Here is a list of characters and their background information:

Tiffany Anne Taylor-born in 1993-is a free spirit despite being brought up by abusive catholic parents. At the age of 19, she snuck out with friends to hang out at the shopping mall, and by chance and met Zack, they quickly hit it off and soon fall in love. She is into all sorts of visual arts and aspires to be a professional artist someday.

Zachary “Zack” Edward Moore-born in 1987-is a physically disabled aspiring writer. He acquired a low-income apartment after sustaining a back injury on the job when he was 19. He worked as a shopping cart attendant from the ages of 15-18, then in the shipyards as a roustabout from the ages of 18-19, when he injured his back. He was a lonely aspiring writer until meeting Tiffany at the mall when he was 25 going on 26 and she was 19 going on 20. He dropped out of high school at 17, because he was still a freshman, but teaches himself how to write properly through online tutorials. Drives a 2004 Chevy Cobalt until it is totaled by a collision with a reckless driver.

Rochelle Hughes-born in 1975-The manager of the apartment complex in which Zachary and Tiffany initially reside. She is fair, kind, and gentle to the tenants, but doesn’t allow them to harass each other. She is good friends with Zachary and later Tiffany.

Katy Luzerne-born in 1960-An apartment complex neighbor of Zachary and Tiffany. She is a bitter divorcee and busybody who often harasses my main characters. She also frequently butts heads with the apartment manager over how she thinks the place ought to be run. While not legally employed herself, she looks down on Zachary for being disabled. She is also skinny and her breasts sag, so she ridicules Tiffany for being overweight and buxom. Drives a 1976 Lincoln Continental.

Richard “Dick” Ritchenberg-born in 1941-Their next-door neighbor upon moving out of their apartment bought and moved into their fixer-upper house. He will be a grouchy old man from the Silent Generation. He is a divorced, retired, foul-mouthed, war veteran who fought in Vietnam and Desert Storm. He is a member of the local Knights of Columbus, yet somehow constantly ran around on his then-wife-now-ex-wife. She divorced him when she turned 65. He will be verbally abusive to my main characters and constantly tries to turn them in for anything possible. Runs a CB Radio base station in his house with an illegal amplifier that interferes with the TV reception of my main characters. He is known on the CB as “Tool Man.” Drives a 1992 Dodge Dakota.

Barbara “Babs” Wright Ritchenberg-born in 1946-homemaker, chain smoker, and longsuffering wife of Dick Ritchenberg. She filed for divorce upon turning 65 in 2011. She lives in the same apartment complex where Zack Moore and Tiffany Taylor are staying and becomes friends with them, even providing transportation for them when their car was totaled. She later moves in with her widowed brother to take care of him. Drives a 2003 Honda Pilot.

Michael “Mikey” Wright-born in 1945-Barbara’s retired, widowed, depressed, beer-guzzling (over the loss of his wife) but a kind-hearted brother. Helps Zack and Tiffany move into their new house with the aid of his truck. house. Was the chief electrician at the shipyard. Wanted to get Zachary into the electrical department before his injury. Drives a 2012 Chevy Silverado.

Linda Harrison Wright-born in 1952 died in 2010-Beloved wife and homemaker of Michael Wright. Was a disabled BBW and a wonderful cook, but died of complications from diabetes, causing her husband to turn to binge drinking.

Brenda Wilson Moore-born in 1951-Zachary’s Mother. Former hippie turned music and book store manager. Goes into early retirement after the store becomes unprofitable. Spends her leisure time gardening and reading to young children at the library. Drives a 2001 Mercury Sable.

Laurence “Larry” Moore-born in 1948-Zachary’s Dad. Also a former hippie, now a warehouse foreman at the distribution center for the grocery chain. Pulls strings to get Zachary hired on as a shopping cart attendant after he drops out of school. Drives a 2004 Ford F-150.

Timothy James “Timmy” McGillicuddy-born in 1982-A young, creative pastor, who serves as the hospital chaplain that leads Zachary to Christ. Later starts a small church that Zachary and Tiffany attend. Also performs their wedding. Drives a 1965 Ford Mustang.

Judith “Judy” Brezinski Bordeaux-born in 1940-A widow and member of Pastor Timmy’s church. She and her husband had been Christians since childhood. They married as soon as they were legally able. Because of this, her husband complied with his government’s draft order (lining up with Romans 13) and faithfully served in Vietnam where he was killed in a helicopter crash. No man ever measured up to her standards so she remained widowed. She later takes Tiffany in to prevent her and Zachary from cohabiting.

PFC William “Bill” Bordeaux-born in 1943 and died in 1968-Beloved childhood sweetheart and later husband of Judy Brezinski. They ran away to get married at ages 19 and 16 and have been happily married until he was killed in Vietnam. As a devout Christian, he was faithful to his wife, even while on the other side of the world. He was scared to go to war and be away from the girl whom he loved for so long but believed it was what his government and therefore God required of him.

Kandice Paisley Padgett-born in 1984-Wife of Anthony Padgett. A BBW like Tiffany but older. Has a servant’s heart for her church and unmistakable love for Christ. Also has a few health issues but volunteers her time at the church and that is how she met Anthony. Becomes a close friend to Tiffany. Drives a 2004 Chevy Astro.

Anthony Padgett-born in 1983-Ex convict, now straight man, since coming to Christ whilst incarcerated. Went from one extreme to the other and can be highly judgemental at times, though well-meaning. Works as a maintenance man at the church.

Juniper Koffman-born in 1989-Flower child, free spirit. Raised by former hippies. Fiance` of Damian Olsen. Sometimes in conflict with other church members, especially Anthony. Eventually becomes born again. Receives an SSI check for Bipolar disorder. Plays the guitar very well, but is not yet allowed on the worship team. Drives her parents restored 1969 Volkswagen Microbus.

Damian Olsen-born in 1986-Former bad boy, now born again but struggling with his former lifestyle. Was very rich, but estranged from his family after coming to Christ. Totally in love with Juniper Koffman. They met at a free concert. Does odd jobs for cash to make ends meet. Sings bass-baritone very well. Also writes lyrics. Rides in Juniper’s Microbus.

Karen Magee Taylor-born in 1953-Tiffany’s mother is a secretary at the catholic school Tiffany attended. Had several children before her, but then had to have an emergency total hysterectomy immediately after her birth. Devout but edgy catholic woman. Doesn’t ever let Tiffany leave the house except for school and church. Drives a 2006 Toyota Highlander.

Henry Taylor-born in 1953-Tiffany’s dad-very on edge since his wife’s hysterectomy. Frequently beats his youngest daughter Tiffany even for minor offenses. Not as devout as his wife, but at least faithful to her. Worked as a sandblaster, promoted to a foreman, and later an administrator in the local shipyard. Has a violent temper and foul mouth when in the wrong mood. Drives a 2005 Ford Five Hundred.

Myself (Eric John “E. J.” Monier)-born in 1987-has a brief cameo in this series on the CB Radio with the handle “Mister Flashlight.” I am frequently harassed over the radio by “Tool Man.”

Back to “The New Generation Gap”

Trouble with a Neighbor-The New Generation Gap

Thursday, November 1, 2012.

Zachary and Tiffany had just finished eating a simple lunch of turkey breast on wheat bread. They were sitting on the futon watching daytime television, one of the tabloid talk shows. It was the only channel that was legibly making it in.

The topic, as usual, was dealing with love triangles and other forms of infidelity.

There was one young man who was two-timing his overweight girlfriend with a skinny stripper and announced that he wanted to be with the stripper instead. His overweight girlfriend was devastated and reduced to tears.

Tiffany shuddered and began to rock back and forth.

Zachary kissed her and asked, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I can somewhat relate to that big girl on TV because I struggle with my weight and it makes me feel as if I am not good enough.”

Zachary wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest as he planted several more kisses on her head, then spoke, “To me, you are so much more than good enough! Truth be told you are perfect!”

Tiffany’s eyes twinkled as she said, “Thank you, Zack. That means so much to me!”

Zachary continued, “For the record, I think you are the sexiest lady I have ever been blessed to lay eyes upon, weight included! Remember the other night when your lovely plump fanny was pressed against me and I held you by your perfectly thick waist as we cuddled?”

Tiffany smiled from ear to ear and nodded as she said, “How could I forget? I felt so loved that evening!”

Zachary continued, “To date, that was the happiest evening of my life. I know what will be an even happier night though: when we are wed and become known to each other in the Biblical sense of the meaning! As I am sure you know, I want you by my side forever!”

Tiffany began to pound Zachary’s face with kisses as she said, “I wish we were married right now, Zack. Because what I want to do with you wouldn’t be a sin and it would burn some calories to boot!”

“If it didn’t offend my God so much and presented the risk of me losing you, I would commit that sin with you and take joy in doing so.”

“Do you think God would cause us to split up if we had sex before marriage?”

“Yes. I do believe that with all my being. And not only that I believe the love between us would die and we would grow very bitter towards each other. With the utmost certainty, I don’t ever want that to happen!”

“I want you so much right now, Zack!”

“As do I, but we must needs resist these urges.”

“Why don’t we go for a walk, then? I can get some exercise and I won’t feel so fat.”

“That’s a good idea! May I hold your hand while we walk?”

“Of course, Zack!” Tiffany said giggling.

With that, Zachary grabbed his keys then they walked out of his front door, down the stairs, and hand in hand they walked the grounds of the apartment complex.

They were walking for a few minutes, happily holding on to each other, when one of Zachary’s neighbors began to stare them down.

It was a contemptuous middle-aged woman named Katy Luzerne.

She didn’t like Zachary for various but unjustified reasons and seeing him so happy, especially with a pleasantly plump young lady such as Tiffany Taylor, filled her with an unjustified rage.

Zachary ignored the staring as he told Tiffany, “The third of the month falls this Saturday, which means my disability check is deposited Friday, which is tomorrow. So, after, my bills and rent are paid, how about I get us each something nice.”

Tiffany smiled and said, “Thank you. That’s so sweet of you, Zack.”

Zachary continued, “It’s the least I could do. After all, I considered myself tremendously blessed that you are my lady. So aside from me buying you some sexy clothes, when we go thrifting, think about what you would want. When we go inside from our walk, I will write up a budget.”

Tiffany replied, “I would like some art supplies so I can paint some more. I want to visually create some scenes in your stories.”

“I feel the utmost honor hearing you say that and I cannot wait to see you paint your beautiful creations!”

Zachary and Tiffany held each other close as they continued walking.

Suddenly Katy shouted, “Zachary Moore, you and your girlfriend better quit the inappropriate behavior before I call the Sherriff’s office.”

Tiffany began to get extremely nervous.

Zachary stood up to Katy and said, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Katy then said, “Y’all are walking too close to each other. Some children live in this complex and shouldn’t have to see that.”

Zachary looked at his G-Shock and said, “All the children are in school at this hour.”

Katy replied, “Yes. And you should be working at this hour instead of living off the government.”

“I injured my back in the shipyards, therefore I am disqualified for any employment.”

“That’s bull****! If you can have a girlfriend, then you can hold down a job. Y’all are going to make babies and suck up even more resources. No wonder this country is in the shape it’s in.”

“I don’t appreciate that filthy language in front of my girlfriend. Nor do I appreciate your ignorant statements. Now either you leave us alone or I am going to contact the Sherriff’s office, myself. You are harassing a disabled individual, which constitutes a hate crime.”

The manager, thirty-something Rochelle Hughes, came out of her office after hearing the conflict.

“What is going on here?” She demanded.

Zachary replied, “As usual, Katy is harassing me and now my girlfriend.”

Rochelle looked at Katy and asked, “Why? Just why?”

“They are acting inappropriately on the grounds of the complex and I am afraid that the children will see them.”

Zachary explained, “She thinks we are walking too closely together. Even if that were indeed inappropriate, all the children are in school at this hour.”

“I don’t want to see them either. His girlfriend is too fat to be seen walking like that.”

“Well then don’t look at them,” Rochelle bluntly stated, then continued, “They are doing nothing wrong. Furthermore, they can press charges on you for harassing them and I will testify to it in court because I heard it myself.”

“I hate this trashy place! Years ago things were way different.” Katy said angrily.

“No one is forcing you to stay here. Furthermore, many on the waiting list would love to have your unit.”

Katy angrily stormed off.

Rochelle then said to Zachary and Tiffany, “Don’t worry about her, she’s just a busybody. If she continues harassing y’all, don’t be scared to call the cops.” Rochelle paused, then continued, “Zachary, you have a lovely girlfriend and I know you have wanted one for a while.” She then introduced herself, “I’m Rochelle Hughes. What’s your name?”

“Tiffany Taylor.”

“Well, Zachary is a very sweet young man and definitely a keeper. I’m sure he will make you very happy.”

“He already does.”

Zachary blushed as boldly as a beet and grinned from ear to ear.

Rochelle then said, “Well, I have to finish up some paperwork, but y’all have a blessed day and let me know if I can help with anything else.”

“Thank you!” Zachary said.

“It was nice meeting you,” Tiffany added in.

Rochelle then went back to her office.

Zachary and Tiffany continued walking for exercise around the complex.

Zachary put his arms around Tiffany and said, “I am dreadfully sorry for what my neighbor spoke about your weight. Just know, that I think you are beautiful, in fact, the most beautiful lady my eyes have ever witnessed. And, just know, that you are perfect for me. Katy, on the other hand, is ugly as sin in my book and frankly speaking I cannot accurately describe her and maintain a Christian vocabulary. Not only would such speech offend my God, but I also refuse to use it in your presence because I revere you tremendously!”

Tears filled Tiffany’s eyes as she softly kissed Zachary and said, “Thank you, Zack. That woman made me feel so horrible when she commented about my weight and how I shouldn’t be seen in public showing any affection. But you made me feel better.”

“Well, I shall take it a step further, with your consent, of course, and shower you with even more affection? I take great joy in showing you off to the world and letting everyone know that you are mine because I feel tremendously blessed that you are my lady!”

“Oh, Zack! I am at a loss for words except that I think I love you!”

“I love you as well, Tiffany! And despite my many attempts at eloquence, I wrestled in my mind and heart with telling it to you, as I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“I could tell you love me, Zack, by how you treat me, I can also feel it in your touch and your kiss!”

“If you’re comfortable with it, let’s show the world that we love each other.”

“Of course, Zack!”

With that, Zachary and Tiffany began to heavily express their newfound love to each other on the grounds of the apartment complex, in every way that a loving couple could do so, while remaining clothed and virginal. With exceeding passions, they fired kisses at each other, with each kiss landing right on target. They held each other tightly strengthening their emotional bonds, with no regard to who was looking. This went on until they heard the school busses pull up and they decided to go inside to write a budget and prepare dinner…

Back to “The New Generation Gap”

The Next Morning-The New Generation Gap

Wednesday, October 31, 2012.

Sunbeams were making their way through the window as Zachary and Tiffany woke up in each others’ arms to the ringing of her phone.

She saw it was her dad’s number on the caller ID and refused to answer it. Tiffany opened her eyes but lie awake whilst ignoring the loud ringer and instead was taking in all the joys of being held by a man who was so sweet to her.

A few minutes later, Zack opened his eyes and then kissed Tiffany on top of her head

The phone finally stopped ringing. Minutes later, Tiffany was notified of a new voicemail.

She checked it and played the message through the speakerphone feature, “Tiffany Anne Taylor, I don’t know who in the **** you think you are leaving when you have these blank damn chores to do. If I don’t hear from you by the end of the day, I’m selling all that blank damn junk that is in your room and I am cutting off your ****ing phone service. You are probably laying out with some *blank* damn loser. When he gets you pregnant, then dumps you, don’t come crying to me. I spent the past nineteen years raising your fat ***, and I’m not about to raise your kids. You will have made your filthy ****ing bed now sleep in it. I fed, clothed, and sheltered you for nineteen years and this is how you repay me, well now I wash my ****ing hands of you.”

A few minutes later, her mom called and again, Tiffany didn’t answer. About two minutes later, she received another voicemail, “You need to quit carrying on like an ungrateful whore, Tiffany, and come back. Your father and I work way too hard to have you mooching off of us and playing house with some lazy bum. We need you to keep the house clean for us, that’s the least you could do after all we did for you. There will indeed be severe consequences for your bratty behavior, little girl. Your father is going to beat your hiney to a pulp and if you press charges on him, then you are no longer welcome in our house again!”

Tiffany became filled with anxiety once again.

Zachary put his arms around her and asked, “What’s the matter sweetheart?”

“I’m afraid that my parents are going to make trouble with me and at the same time that you will get me pregnant and then dump me then I’ll have nowhere to go.”

“How can I relieve those fears?”

“I don’t know. Just hold me.”

Zack held Tiffany close to him and played with her long curly hair.

He then spoke, “I meant what I said when I told you how I shall forego intimate relations with you until we are married. I’m way too scared of losing you.”

“Thank you.” Tiffany softly said.

Zachary began to caress her face and kissed her.

“And if we are married, then I am legally obligated to support any child I produce with you if that makes you feel any better.”

“Yes. It does, but I want you for much more than just child support.”

“Remember when I asked you out and I made all those promises?”

“Yes.

“I meant what I said when I made those promises.”

“I know. It’s just no one has ever been so sweet to me.”

“Well get used to it, as long as you’re mine!”

“I want to be yours forever!”

“I as well.”

“I want to be sure of that.”

“Why don’t I make us some breakfast? I’ll allow my actions to confirm my words.”

“Yes. I’m hungry.”

“Then come on, I’ll feed you.”

Tiffany smiled and then said, “You just want to see my butt get bigger!”

Zachary patted Tiffany’s panty-covered buttocks and replied, “Well you do have a lovely bottom, but in reality everything about you is lovely!” Zachary paused then kissed her on the back of her neck as he said, “Your sweet personality is the loveliest of all and, because of that, I would want you in any size!”

Tiffany smiled and blushed as she said, “I wish we were married right now, Zack!”

“Me as well Tiffany. I want you by my side for the rest of my life!”

“You’re making me smile again.”

“I know how to make you smile even more!” Zachary said as he began to tickle Tiffany’s soft thick belly.

She began to giggle uncontrollably until she said, “Okay. Okay. Okay. Zack, please stop it or I will wet you and your bed!”

Zack immediately stopped tickling her.

Tiffany continued, “Sorry, bae, I just have to pee so badly.” Zack replied,

“I have to relieve my bladder as well, but ladies first,” as he kissed her.

Tiffany kissed Zachary in return, then pranced to the bathroom, as her panty-covered buttocks and hips swiveled from side to side. Zack enjoyed the view with a mixture of admiration and lust.

Tiffany stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. She then pulled down her panty and sat on the toilet, emptying her bladder. Afterward, she wiped her genital area, flushed the toilet then washed her hands.

Tiffany then walked back to the bedroom where Zack was waiting.

She climbed into the bed and covered up

Zachary then went into the bathroom and relieved his bladder as well.

After finishing up, he washed his hands, walked back to the bedroom, and kissed Tiffany as he said, “I missed you.”

He saw Tiffany sitting on his bed in distress. She was now on the brink of a panic attack as she assumed the fetal position and began to rock herself. so he asked her, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Tiffany collected herself and replied, “You know how I almost wet you and your bed just now?” Zack nodded. Tiffany continued, “I had a traumatic flashback from my childhood.” Tiffany paused, then continued, “I frequently wet the bed as a child and my parents would beat me and taunt me for it.” Zack hugged her gently, planted a kiss on her forehead, then replied,

“I think children wet the bed because they are under a lot of stress and it’s usually brought on by their parents.”

“That makes sense.” Zack held Tiffany in his arms and said, “Let me know whenever you have another one of those horrible flashbacks and I’ll do whatever it takes to comfort you. “Thank you for being so sweet, Zack! I won’t lie, I’m falling very hard for you so, please, don’t ever break my heart.”

Zachary replied, as he caressed Tiffany’s love handles and looked into her eyes, “I’m falling for you as well, and dare I say equally hard! Don’t ever worry about me breaking your heart, because I know a good lady when I see one! And just so you know I intend to do everything in my power to keep by my side you forever!”

Tiffany tightly hugged Zachary as she said, “I hope and pray you truly mean that, Zack!”

“I do mean every single word of it. I am immensely blessed by you coming into my life!”

Tiffany grabbed Zachary and pelted his face with a volley of kisses until her stomach began to growl.

The growling became louder.

Zachary heard and said, “Now, I think it’s time I make us some breakfast. I know those stomach sounds of yours a very cute, but I equally know that you require some nourishment! I will make us some biscuits with raspberry preserves.”

“All those sugars and carbs are going to make my butt get even bigger!”

Zachary kissed Tiffany on top of her head and told her with a blush and a smile, “Well, then, that is just more for me to admire and enjoy. I will say that it was nothing but pure bliss and unadulterated excitement to have your lovely fanny pressed against me all night!” He paused and then said, “I just hope we haven’t offended my God with such sleeping arrangements.”

“And I had never felt so content until I slept with your sexy arms around my waist and your sweet lips on the back of my neck. I hope it doesn’t offend God either, because nothing ever felt so right to me!”

“Wow! You have brought a special kind of joy to my heart with those words! I am ever so grateful that our paths crossed and I promise to honor and cherish you forever!”

Zachary then checked the expiration date on the gallon jug of milk and said, “Drink all the milk you want because it expires in two days.”

“My parents always rationed the milk I could drink.”

“Well here, drink all you want!” Zachary said as he held Tiffany by her waist.

Tiffany sipped a glass of milk, then began to rub her buttocks on Zachary.

At first, he began to rub her buttocks in return until his hand accidentally moved the back of her panty and exposed the bare left cheek of her pale buttocks.

Tiffany giggled and said, “Oooh, someone is being very naughty, but I like it!”

“I apologize. I didn’t mean to move your panty like that, my hand just slipped.”

Tiffany turned around and said, “It’s quite all right. Did you see anything?”

Zachary blushed brightly and nodded.

“Did you like what you saw?” Tiffany asked.

“I did like it but I don’t want God to punish me and cause us to break up though.”

“I don’t want that either.”

Zachary then said, “As beautiful as you are in those panties, how about you go get dressed, so the urge for us to do something sinful isn’t as strong. I’ll get breakfast ready for us.”

Tiffany gave him a playful pout and then said, “Okay. I’ll get dressed, but only because I want us to be together forever as well!”

“Are you still coming to church with me this evening?”

“Of course.”

“Good. I believe with all my heart that coming to church with me will help you a lot.”

Tiffany then kissed Zachary, then retrieved her clothes, and got dressed.

Zachary began preparing breakfast for himself and Tiffany.

Tiffany came out in her tee-shirt and jeans and Zachary was placing the biscuits in the oven.

He then timed them with the timer feature on his Casio G-Shock.

“Don’t you look cute!” Zachary said as he beheld her.

“I feel fat,” Tiffany replied with a long face.

Zachary gently rubbed Tiffany’s belly, then kissed it and said, “It’s all mine! You’re very sexy and I don’t want anyone else!”

“I’m falling even harder and faster for you, Zack Moore!”

“Just know this, sweetheart, my feelings for you are mutual!”

They then shared a passionate kiss, followed by many more until their tongues were wrestling each other.

Zachary and Tiffany continued kissing and petting each other with exceeding passion until the timer on Zachary’s G-Shock went off indicating that the biscuits were ready.

Zachary then served Tiffany and himself.

He then said grace, “Dear Heavenly Father, we thank You for blessing us with this meal and we thank You for putting us together. Please keep us together forever and prevent us from doing anything that may offend you. Bless our relationship, allow us to marry, and have many years together. Allow, equip and compel us to live for you. Please meet all of our earthly needs and use this food to nourish our bodies. In Jesus’ Name, we make these prayers, Amen and thank You, Lord!”

“It’s so nice hearing you pray, Zack. I want to marry you, but I know my parents will fight it tooth and nail once they see that you’re disabled.”

“I hope you would still marry me, though.”

“Oh, yes. Of course. I see how sweet and cute you are, so I want no one else!”

“Do you still want to get a restraining order against your dad for the threats he made?”

“Yes. Especially after all those years that he and my mom beat me while growing up.”

“Then after we eat, how about we go to the Justice of the Peace and show him those recordings?”

“Yes. Definitely.”

Zachary and Tiffany enjoyed their breakfast but knew their day would be a busy one.

Back to “The New Generation Gap”

Zachary and Tiffany’s First Evening Together-The New Generation Gap

Later, Tuesday, October 30, 2012.

Zachary opened his front door for Tiffany and said, “Here it is. Not much, but, for now, it’s mine.”

“It’s cute,” Tiffany replied.

“Thanks.”

Suddenly a rush of anxiety came over Tiffany as she said, shaking, “What am I going to do about clothing and my personal items?”

“When was the last time you bathed?”

“Right before going to the mall.” She paused, then continued, “But I am all sweaty and have no change of clothes.”

“Why don’t you take a bath, wear one of my tee shirts and sweat pants, then I’ll wash your clothes with mine in the laundromat? Then, when I get paid Friday, I know of a thrift store a few towns over that carries articles of clothing for twenty-five cents apiece.”

“What about my undergarments? I know thrift stores don’t sell those.”

I will buy you whichever ones you like.”

“But you’re on a fixed income.”

“Yes, but this is an emergency and I happen to have just enough money left over.”

“Thanks. You’re really sweet, Zack.”

“It’s the least I could do.”

“And you would wash my clothes for me?”

“Sure, I need to do a load of laundry anyway,” Zachary said as he retrieved a black tee-shirt and a pair of grey sweat pants from his dresser, then continued, “Go bathe and change in my bathroom, then afterward, place your dirty laundry in my hamper. It’s in my bedroom closet.”

Tiffany nodded and then walked to Zachary’s bathroom.

Zachary stood in his kitchen and listened to the radio as he began to prepare dinner.

Tiffany removed her pink tee-shirt, then her purple brassiere as she stared at herself in the mirror. She then removed her grey tennis shoes, yellow socks, dark blue jeans, and white panties. She then used the toilet and subsequently flushed. Afterward, she drew water in the bathtub and quickly bathed and dried off from the bathroom heater. She then donned Zachary’s black tee shirt and grey sweat pants, then bundled up all of her clothes, and placed them in Zachary’s laundry hamper which was now full. She saw Zachary in the kitchen, listening to a piece on NPR and slicing some squash and zucchini.

She covered his eyes from behind and said, “Guess who?”

“Is it the lovely Tiffany Taylor?”

“You win!”

“What’s the prize?”

“It would be a sin if I gave it to you now, but I definitely want to, Zack Moore!”

Zachary turned around and beheld her, then spoke, “Good Lord, Tiffany, you’re so beautiful!”

“Oh, Zack, I’m a mess.”

“But those clothes I gave you, they accentuate all of your lovely features and, wow, I’ve never been so attracted to someone!”

Zachary blushed afterward.

Tiffany kissed both of his red cheeks and then said, “You’re so cute when you blush. And I know I have found someone good if I am wearing a tee-shirt, sweat pants, my hair is a mess and he still thinks I am beautiful.”

“You would be beautiful no matter what you wear!”

“Aww. You’re really sweet!”

“Thank you!” Zachary said as he kissed her, then preheated his oven to 350 Degrees Fahrenheit.

“Do you need any help with dinner?” Tiffany asked.

“Well, I could use some help with the seasoning base,” Zachary replied.

“Just tell me what you need.”

“Very well,” Zach said, the placed a pot on his electric range, saying, “Pour some olive oil until the bottom of the pot is covered, then add some minced onions, garlic powder, Italian seasoning, Oregano, dehydrated bell peppers, and brown sugar. They’re all in my cabinet to the right of my stove.”

Tiffany retrieved everything from the cabinets. She poured the olive oil until the bottom of the pot was covered, then asked, “How do you measure the other spices?”

“Just add some of each until the olive oil is no longer clear.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive!” Zachary said as he kissed her.

Tiffany added the spices then Zachary added the sliced squash and zucchini.

She then asked, “What next?”

“Turn on the burner to very low, then stir every so often with a wooden spoon until everything carmelizes.”

“It’s nice to have a home-cooked meal. My parents usually buy those frozen Banquet Dinners.”

“Well, I eat those as well, only if I don’t have the time to cook,” Zachary paused, then continued, “Now keep stirring, but I will show you how I make meatballs.”

“Nice.”

Zachary took a plate of fresh ground beef from his refrigerator, then placed it in his mixing bowl. He also took a half-full bag of Mozzarella cheese from his refrigerator and added it to the mix, as he said, “The cheese gives the meatballs an extra flavor.” Zachary then added black pepper, seasoned salt, garlic powder, minced onion, and parsley to the mix. “Here’s the nasty part,” Zachary said as he washed his hands, then rinsed them and began to evenly mix the ground beef with the cheese and seasonings until it was consistent. The oven beeped, thereby indicating that it had reached the target temperature. Zachary then took a skillet and sprayed it with Pam. Afterward, they formed the ground beef mixture into little heaps the size of ping pong balls and placed them on the skillet and then in the oven. After closing the door, Zachary activated the stopwatch feature on his G-Shock.

A wonderful aroma filled the kitchen when Zachary said, “Time to add the sauce to the seasoning base.” He opened two jars of Ragu Garden Combination and poured them into the pot, then kissed Tiffany and said, “Now mix all of that and stir every now and then.”

Tiffany smiled sweetly as she stirred with the wooden spoon.

Suddenly Zachary had shooting pains in his lower back. By the expression on his face, he was unable to hide the fact that something was wrong.

Promptly, Tiffany asked, “What’s the matter, bae?”

“Oh, my wretched back is giving me trouble yet again.”

“Is it because of what happened today?”

“No. Please don’t worry about that, sweetheart. It’s not your fault at all, I frequently get back pain while cooking and doing many other activities as well.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“You could hold me.”

“Okay, I’ll do that. I would want to do that anyway!”

“Then let’s relax on the couch while dinner cooks. We have a few minutes before the meatballs are done baking.”

Tiffany sat on one end of the couch and Zachary lay resting his head on her lap.

He looked up at her face with awestruck admiration while she smiled at him, playing with his hair and caressing his face.

Zachary took the remote then turned on his television and scanned for channels. There was only one channel coming in reliably enough, and it was playing a prime-time drama. Tiffany shuddered when the scene became violent. Zachary noticed, to which he turned the television off and said, “I’m sorry. If I knew that show would have upset you, I wouldn’t have watched it with you.”

“Do you usually watch that kind of stuff?”

“Not really. It’s just that was the only channel coming in at the moment. The weather affects my TV reception.”

“What radio station were you listening to earlier?”

“The local NPR station.”

“What’s that?”

“National Public Radio. It’s like PBS, but radio instead of television. I listen to NPR because it enhances my vocabulary, therefore improving my writing.”

“Do you listen to it a lot?”

“Yes.”

“What would be playing at this hour?”

“Classical Music.”

“Okay, nice! Do you think we could listen? Maybe it could inspire my painting when I get more art supplies.”

“Sure. I’ll turn my kitchen radio on.”

“I’ll do it, you rest.”

Tiffany then walked to the kitchen and switched the radio back on. They listened for a few minutes, then Zachary checked his watch. The twenty minutes were almost up.

Both walked to the kitchen and stood by the oven.

Zachary’s stopwatch feature on his G-Shock reached twenty minutes, so he opened the oven door, then with a potholder, removed the skillet and poured the meatballs along with the drippings into the pot of sauce. He then stirred the mixture and turned the oven and the burner off.

“Why you turned the burner off?” Tiffany asked.

“Because the mixture is hot enough to continue cooking, besides, we need to do laundry and I need to buy you some underwear.”

“Where can we get some?”

“There’s a Dollar General next door, we can go there.”

“I’ll just get a cheap six-pack of panties then.”

“Even the cheapest undergarments would make your bottom lovely!”

Tears filled Tiffany’s eyes as she said, “Thank you for saying that. You make me feel beautiful. My dad is always making comments about how big my butt is and that I shouldn’t eat so much.”

“I’m glad that I make you feel beautiful because, to me, you’re the most beautiful lady there is!”

“You’re making me want to commit that sin with you!”

“I want to commit that sin with you as well, but I am deathly afraid of losing you! As I’ve said before, I’d rather be obedient to my God and have you by my side for the rest of my life than have you for a few moments of pleasure only to lose you and never get you back. You’re worth the wait!”

Tiffany grabbed Zachary then pulled him to her and showered his face with kisses.

“Let’s go get me some panties,” Tiffany said, smiling from ear to ear.

“Would you also like some socks?”

“Sure, if you have the money.”

“I think I do.”

“Then let’s go.”

Tiffany borrowed a pair of socks from Zachary and then put them and her tennis shoes on.

Zachary then grabbed his key lanyard and flashlight as they walked out of his apartment, down the stairs, then to the Dollar General.

They entered and walked right to the clothing section. There was a six-pack of socks that Tiffany grabbed immediately. Then there were several six-packs of panties that Tiffany had considered until she saw one that was all different colors: one white, one lavender, one black, one pink, one flesh-colored, and one gray. “Zack, what do you think of these?” She asked.

“I am at a loss for words on how beautiful I think you would be in them!” Zachary replied.

“Then buy them for me!”

“Very well, sweetheart!”

Tiffany kissed Zachary with great passion and then said, “Thank you!”

Zachary kissed her in return and affectionately patted her bottom.

Both blushed and grinned as they embraced.

“Oh, I almost forgot, I need some Tide to wash our laundry,” Zachary said.

“That’s fine,” Tiffany replied.

With that, they walked to the detergent section and purchased a small bottle of Tide, then walked to the counter and checked out.

By the light of Zachary’s flashlight, they walked home. After entering, Tiffany secured her new socks and panties. Afterward, she carried the laundry basket while Zachary carried the bottle of Tide and a roll of quarters to the laundromat. They selected a washing machine, then placed the clothes in, paid the quarters, and started it. Then hand in hand they walked back up to Zachary’s apartment by the light of his flashlight.

Upon arriving home, Zachary received a text message stating a low balance alert in his checking account.

“Now, I’m going to show you how to make the pasta,” Zachary said. He took another pot and filled it with water from his kitchen tap. He then added a few drops of olive oil and some parsley. Finally, he took a one-pound box of dried spaghetti noodles, broke them in half, dropped them in the pot, and put it on to boil. When the pasta was boiled, Zachary heated the sauce, then said, “I’m going switch the laundry. When I return, let us eat. Don’t open the door to anyone but me.”

Tiffany nodded then kissed him.

Zachary locked his door behind him, then walked down to the laundromat by the light of his flashlight with the quarters in hand. He saw that the washing machine was finished so he transferred the laundry to a dryer, then placed the quarters in and started it. Afterward, he left the laundromat and walked back up to his unit.

Tiffany was setting the table as he entered.

“I’ll serve us, sweetheart,” Zachary said.

“Thanks, bae!” Tiffany replied.

Zack served each of them a generous portion of spaghetti and meatballs. Afterward, he sat down and said grace, “Dear Heavenly Father, we thank You for this wonderful meal and we thank you for all the gifts and blessings that You have so graciously bestowed upon us. We also ask that you bless our relationship, keep us together forever and that You compel us to honor and glorify You with our lives. Please protect us from all who wish to cause harm and please meet all of our needs, both seen and unseen, known and unknown. Bless this food for the nourishment of our bodies for Your service and glory. We make these prayers in Your Son Jesus’ Precious Name, Amen!”

As they were eating, Tiffany said, “I love hearing you pray, Zack!”

Zachary then asked, “Would you like to come to church with me tomorrow evening?”

“Church on a Wednesday?”

“Yes.”

“I mean, sure, I’m only used to church on either Saturday or Sunday.”

“I have church on Sunday as well.”

“I’ll go with you, both on Sunday and Wednesday. I feel a voice in my head that is urging me to go with you.”

“Wonderful!”

“This food is delicious, Zack!”

“Thank you. You know you helped me make it!”

“True.”

“And get used to it.”

“But everything I eat goes straight to my butt.”

“As I’ve said before, your bottom is very lovely!”

“What if it gets really big though?”

“Then that will mean more of it for me to adore and enjoy!”

“In a way, I’m glad my parents never let me have any freedom because now I am pure for you and if there is anyone worth losing my virginity to, it’s you, Zack!”

“And I’m glad that I have this disability and no other women wanted me, because we will be pure for each other and our honeymoon will be immensely special!”

“You still want me to marry you?” Tiffany asked in a puppy dog voice.

“Of course. You and no one else!”

“I’m falling for you, fast and hard Zack, so please don’t break me!”

“The feeling is mutual and let me say that I would rather die than break your heart!”

They finished up their meal, then placed the leftovers in Zachary’s refrigerator.

For a little while, they listened to more classical music on NPR. There was a break in the music and a weather forecast was given. The announcer stated that another round of thunderstorms would be making their way through the listening area during the overnight hours and that some had severe potential.

Zachary looked at his G-Shock and realized that his laundry was near done, so, he grabbed his basket, key lanyard, and flashlight, then he and Tiffany walked down to the laundromat. A thick scratchy wind was blowing through the complex as they walked across the parking lot and into the laundromat. There were a few seconds left on the dryer as they embraced, lost in each other’s eyes. The dryer buzzed, then Zachary loaded the freshly cleaned laundry into his basket. Tiffany carried it up to his unit and he escorted her.

She set the basket down on the living room floor.

“You can get your clothes out if you wish, but I’ll fold mine tomorrow. I need to wash my dishes before the next round of storms come through.”

“I’ll help you, Zachary.”

Together they washed and rinsed all of the dishes, then set them on the counter to dry.

Tiffany then asked, “Do you think you could read more of your stories to me?”

“Sure, I would be honored to!” Zachary replied.

With that, they walked to Zachary’s computer. Zachary sat down on the chair and Tiffany lay on the couch. Tiffany hung on to his every word, smiling from ear to ear. He read to her until they were very sleepy.

“Why don’t we get some rest?” Zachary asked.

“Okay, bae,” Tiffany replied.

She then went to the bathroom, took off Zachary’s sweat pants, and put on a pink pair of her new panties. She also put on another one of Zachary’s tee shirts, a grey one.

After she stepped out of the bathroom, Zachary beheld her with a mixture of tremendous admiration and immense lust.

He held her close to him and began to kiss her face, then her neck, then her chest, then her stomach as he caressed her buttocks.

“If you go any further, it will be a sin. But I would greatly enjoy it.”

“You’re right, Tiffany. And I don’t want to lose you as a result of that sin. No, I want you by my side forever!”

“That is my wish as well!”

Hand in hand, Zachary walked Tiffany to his bedroom, then tucked her in and gave her a long sweet goodnight kiss.

He then walked to his living room and pulled out the mattress of his futon and went to sleep…

…Hours passed by…

A severe thunderstorm had developed and had woken Tiffany up.

Wind, lightning, and thunder were constant.

She was very frightened, to the point of tears.

Tiffany walked out of bed, to Zachary’s living room.

She gently tapped him, “Zack…Zack…Zack…”

Finally, Zachary woke up and asked, “Tiffany are you all right?”

“I’m scared of the weather, Zack. Will you hold me?”

“Sure, Tiffany. It would be a joy for you to sleep in my arms.”

“Then come right now.”

Zachary stepped off the couch, then followed Tiffany to his bedroom. They both climbed into his bed and pulled the covers over them.

Zachary held his arms around Tiffany’s waist and rested his face on the back of her neck, as he spoke, “I truly wish we were married, but I promise I won’t take advantage of you because I want God to bless our relationship.”

“If it wasn’t such a sin, I would be intimate with you, but, for now, I’m glad you’re cuddling with me.”

“Well, I want to comfort you from this weather, because I know it scares you. Although, it is a great pleasure and joy to cuddle with you.”

Tiffany then said, “When I was a little girl, I was always afraid of the weather. I guess because my parents always said that God would kill me with lightning or a tornado because I was so wicked.”

“You’re very sweet and God loves you immensely. Your parents are the ones who are wicked.”

“I guess it is on my mind because I just left them and they are probably angry at me. I’d like to see the looks on their faces if they could see us cuddling and do nothing about it.”

Zachary kissed the back of her neck.

Tiffany pushed her buttocks against Zachary’s pelvic region and then said, “I wish I could see the look on your face too, Zack because you get to feel my big butt against you all night long while I wear these sexy panties.”

“I admit that I am smiling more than I ever have and I do feel very privileged,” Zachary said as he pulled her even closer to him.

“Then hold me all night like this, bae!”

“Your wish is my command, sweetheart!”

A bright bolt of lightning flashed followed by a loud crash of thunder.

“The weather is not as scary now that I am in your arms, Zack.”

Zachary simply kissed her neck as they soon fell asleep, happier than ever before…

Back to “The New Generation Gap”

How Zachary Moore met Tiffany Taylor-The New Generation Gap

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

On an overcast evening, Zachary Moore had driven to the mall to compare prices on some items he planned to buy when his SSDI check would be deposited in a few days. The reason why he was drawing SSDI was that he had injured his back whilst working as a roustabout in the shipyards six years ago. After the injury, he applied for a low-income apartment and was granted one four months later. He was a lonely twenty-five-going-on-twenty-six-year-old, but kept busy writing and working on computers. He had been employed, nearly full time from the ages of fifteen to nineteen, first as a shopping cart attendant and then as a shipyard roustabout when he turned eighteen.

Meanwhile, Tiffany Taylor had snuck out of her parent’s house and went to hang out with friends at the mall. She had been out of high school for over a year but was unable to land any sort of job. She had been growing up in such a toxic environment for the past nineteen years and desperately wanted out. Her parents were constantly at each others’ throats and took out the remainder of their frustrations on her, verbally, emotionally, and even physically. Still, she was nervous about all the human trafficking stories she had seen and heard and was raised in an extremely religious home, so she was still a virgin and wanted to stay that way until she met her future husband. Her parents refused to let her date though because she was under their roof with no real job. She had enough, hence sneaking out with her friends, in the first place. She also needed a ride to the mall to buy some more art supplies. When they arrived, one of her friends proceeded to light up a joint, another one took a hit of Acid. Tiffany freaked out, grabbed her phone and her messenger bag, which was filled with her art supplies and a few other personal items, and then left the car. Storm clouds began to move in and the sky grew dark. Tiffany walked into the mall entrance and then directly to a locally owned art supply store that she frequented. It was next to Sears, where Zachary was looking at some tools and clothing. He also was in the market for a new computer that he could write on since his current computer was getting to be out of date.

They both walked out of their stores and Tiffany was walking forward, but facing sideways. Her eyes were fixated on a mural that was on the wall. She hoped one day to get a job painting murals in public spaces. Meanwhile, Zachary was writing down the prices of the items he wanted in a composition book and not paying attention to where he was walking either. They bumped into each other and Zachary fell to the floor.

“Gosh durnit, my back! It hurts!” He gnashed his teeth in great pain, took several deep breaths, then looked up to see whom he bumped into.

It was as if most of the pain instantly ceased when he laid eyes on Tiffany.

She looked down at him and said, “I’m so sorry, let me help you up.”

Their hands met and there was even more of a spark of attraction.

“Do you need medical attention?” Tiffany asked.

“I think I’ll be fine. I just need to rest on a bench for a while.”

Tiffany then pulled Zachary to his feet and asked, “Could I walk you to a bench? I want to make sure you’re all right.”

“Sure. I don’t mind.” They walked.

“How’s your back now?”

“Still hurts, but just slightly.”

There was an awkward silence, then Tiffany asked, “You’re not going to sue me, are you?”

“No. I wouldn’t have a case anyway, my back was damaged years prior to this. So it’s very sensitive.”

“You’re just being nice.”

“No. It’s true. I injured my back on the job six years ago and have been drawing disability ever since.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m 25 and will be 26 on February 1st.”

“Wow, you don’t look that old. I mean, you’re really cute.”

“Thank you for the kind compliment, but you need not sweet-talk me, I promise I won’t sue for even a penny.”

“No. I really mean it, you’re cute.”

They both blushed but then Zachary asked, “How old are you? You may think I am cute, but I must not keep company with a minor.”

“I’m nineteen but I will be twenty on April 26th.”

“I see.”

“So what is your name?”

“Zachary Moore, but those who like me call me Zack.”

“Well, I’d like to call you Zack, then.” They both blushed, then Tiffany continued, “I’m Tiffany Taylor, by the way.”

“That’s a pretty name.”

“Thanks. How do you feel about me calling you Zack?”

“Quite happy.”

“Because I like you?”

“Yes.”

“Is there a chance you like me as well?”

“Well, I tell you the truth, I was in a great deal of pain when I fell, but I beheld your pretty face, and at that very moment 90% of the pain ceased. I must have had a rush of endorphins.”

“Aww. You’re really sweet to tell me that.”

“It’s true, you know.”

They both blushed again.

Tiffany then asked, “So what’s in your composition book?”

“Oh, this? I wrote some prices down for items that I plan to purchase shortly. I’m researching to get the best possible deal.” Zachary paused then said, “Also I have some ideas for stories I am working on.”

“Wow, you’re a writer?”

Zachary blushed, then said, “Yes. I always wanted to pursue a career as a writer, but couldn’t stomach the additional academic requirements. I was employed from the ages of fifteen to nineteen but would write on my days off. I read volumes of online tutorials to improve my grammar.”

“That’s amazing. Could you share your story ideas with me?”

“Sure.”

Zachary began to read to Tiffany.

She stared at him, smiling from ear to ear.

Suddenly, she felt slight distress as she asked “Do you have any girlfriend or wife?”

“No. I am wholly single.”

“That’s hard to believe, I mean you’re cute, you’re sweet and you write these beautiful stories.”

“But I am afflicted with a wretched disability, so no women desire me.”

“It’s their loss.”

“Thank you, that means a great deal to me!”

“What is your living situation?”

“I live alone in a low-income apartment.”

“At least you have your own place, I stay with my parents and they are always in a bad mood and constantly bicker. They are uptight about everything I like and take out all their anger on me.”

“Seems to me that they are suffering from a lack of intimacy.” Zachary blushed and then said, “Oh, sorry that came out wrong.”

No, I think you’re right. I’ve never once seen them show any affection towards each other.”

“I would never desire a relationship such as that. I mean if I was blessed with a special someone in my life, I would forever be showering her with my affections.”

“You’re really sweet. I know that you say no one wants you and I truly think that it’s their loss. Do you think it could be my gain?”

“Yes. I’d desire that wholeheartedly!”

“Then why don’t you ask me out?”

“Very well, Tiffany Taylor, will you be my girlfriend? I don’t have very much to offer, but I solemnly promise to make you my queen and shower you with affection, if you say yes. And not only that, I promise you my time, my loyalty, and my fidelity.”

Tiffany’s eyes twinkled as she beamed, then nodded several times and strongly embraced him as she spoke, “Oh most definitely, yes, Zack Moore!”

Zachary put his arms around Tiffany as well and held her close to him.

She rested her head on his chest for just a moment, to which he kissed the top of her head.

“That’s sweet, but I want a real kiss.”

“Very well,” Zachary replied.

Both were filled with giddiness as their eyes closed, their faces met and their lips pressed for a moment then sucked with passion.

Fireworks went off in both of their minds as they exchanged several more kisses until a security guard shouted, “Halt! Knock off with the kissing right this instant or I am kicking both of you out of my mall!”

“Could I have your phone number, for us to keep in contact?” Zachary asked.

“Of course, you silly goose! I was hoping you’d ask.”

Tiffany then pulled a blank piece of paper out of her messenger bag, tore it in half, then wrote her cell phone number on one piece. She then handed it along with her pencil and the blank piece to Zachary, to which he wrote his number on the other and handed it back to her. Subsequently, they programmed the numbers in each others’ phones.

Tiffany noticed the clock on her phone and became nervous as she spoke, “Oh no, it’s 5:15 my parents will be home soon.”

Seconds later there was a tremendously loud crash of thunder.

She assumed the fetal position and began to rock back and forth, then said, “I have no ride home and I don’t want to walk home because I am deathly afraid of lightning. Some friends drove me to the mall, but then I left them when I saw they had drugs. They probably wouldn’t give me a ride now.”

Zachary held her gently and said, “I can drive you home, but I respect you far too much to drive you home in this sort of weather, thereby placing you in danger of an accident.”

It now began to rain in torrents as the lightning fiercely flashed and the thunder angrily rumbled.

“You’re right. It’s just my parents will be furious when they get home and I’m not there. Of course, they’ll be furious with me regardless.”

“Would they ever strike you?”

“Yes.”

“Good Lord! Even though you’re an adult.”

“They said that if I don’t like it, that’s tough because I’m under their roof. They’ve even burned my paintings that I could have sold simply because they want me to work hard for a living.”

“I think they’re miserable and they believe you ought to be miserable as well.”

“They would also throw in how they paid for my education in catholic schools for all those years and I’m not doing anything with it.” She paused then said, “It was the arts program at my school that made me want to be an artist. Of course, then, they would accuse me of being smart-aleck.”

“I despised going to school, to the point where I dropped out and became employed. I knew early on that high school taught very few useful things. To me, high school is a deliberately broken system used by this wretched society of ours to crush the wonderous spirits of youth and turn them into compliant, soul-less drones. All a high school degree proves is that the holder of it can do many tasks that he or she desires not to do. Most employers demand people exactly like that, sadly. I wish I would have paid more attention in English because it’s just now that I am catching up on my grammar skills.”

“Wow! I’ve noticed that too. It’s just I had no choice but to go to school.”

“Let me guess, your parents would beat you if you didn’t, right?”

“Exactly.”

“My parents agreed that I would work as much as legally possible if I dropped out. I’m glad they made me work because now I have a pretty decent income from SSDI.”

“When did you drop out?”

“I was seventeen and still a freshman.”

“Wow! But you write and speak so eloquently.”

“Thank you!”

“And you do come out with brilliant ideas. To tell the truth, I would love to have you read to me while I paint.”

“And I would love to examine your paintings and be inspired to write even more.”

“Where have you been all my life, Zack?”

“Oh nowhere really, but I do think there was a reason why we bumped into each other!”

“So do I!” Tiffany paused, then continued, “How much money do you get a month?”

“$1024.”

“Wow, that’s the same amount my mom clears in a month. And how much is your rent?”

“It’s like two hundred something.”

“The utilities are fairly cheap, I don’t subscribe to cable, my cell phone is only $50 a month which provides me unlimited talking and texting and I subscribe to home Internet at a significant discount. I also receive a few dollars worth of nutritional benefits.”

“Wow. You have it made then!”

“Yes. And I’m willing to support you, and even spoil you if you so desire.”

“My parents wouldn’t like you since you’re a high school dropout, living in the projects on disability, and they would think your writing is a waste of time, but I like you, a lot.”

“You’re a legal adult you know.”

“I know, that’s why I am here talking with you instead of cooped up in my parents’ house doing endless chores.”

“I feel very honored that you are here with me and I just hope and pray it continues.”

“You’re so sweet, and cute I know I already said it, but I can’t help it. You’re also very smart. My parents would find ways to keep us apart though unless you were like a strong catholic.”

“I’m not catholic but a Christian. I converted at the age of nineteen.”

“What were you before?”

“My family was catholic, but I saw right through it at an early age.”

“How did you convert?”

“I was employed in the shipyards and there was this attractive woman who was interested in me. It was a Friday, September 29, 2006, and she was planning to have me meet her after work. I won’t lie, she wanted to fornicate with me. I was quite excited in anticipation of that night. Needless to say, I was very distracted and feeling so overconfident that I attempted to lift a heavy piece of pipe all by myself and had crudely announced that I would be laying pipe that night to my buddies. As further I attempted to lift that miserable pipe, my back gave out and was instantly ruined. I was in such grievous pain that I was rushed to the hospital and was not able to visit that woman. When she learned how I was now disabled, she didn’t desire me anymore. I later found out that she has genital herpes, genital warts and God only knows what else. I required surgery on my back to repair the damage. While I was laid up at the hospital, the chaplain visited me, preached The Gospel to me, and subsequently prayed with me. I came to Christ right at that very moment and never looked. The surgery was successful since the doctors prevented the damage from spreading, but informed me of how I could never do any physical labor again.”

“Are you still a virgin?”

Zachary hung his head, almost in shame, then blushed then nodded.

“Don’t worry about it, I am as well!” Tiffany said as she kissed him, then continued, “By the way, our relationship will be very special!”

“My God, Tiffany you’re right! If I was ever content at being a twenty-five-year-old virgin, it is in this very moment.” Zachary paused, then continued, “I had been praying for years that God send me someone to love, and I must admit, He knew what he was doing when He sent you!”

“I know we just met, but I never felt this way about anyone the way I feel about you!” Tiffany confessed as she kissed him.

“The feeling is mutual. I mean I’ve been attracted to other females before, but, you remind me of a good character that which I would write about.”

“Aww. Maybe that’s why I like the stories you’ve told me so far, because I somehow identify with your characters, at least the good ones.”

“Thank you so much! I have fulfilled my literary purpose if I am provoking those very emotions from you!”

“If it wasn’t a sin, I would want your body. But not just your body, your entire being.” Tiffany’s face then sunk as she asked, “Are you even able to perform at intimacy though? I know your back is messed up.”

Zachary caressed her gently softly looking into her eyes and spoke, “I certainly am. The surgery was quite expensive but my company furnished the payments for it and the damage to the nerves that connect my spine to my reproductive organ was fully corrected. God had to have had a hand in it.” Zachary paused, kissed her, and then continued, “Now I think I know why!”

“In a very big way, I’m kind of glad no one else wanted you because that means I’ll have you all to myself,” Tiffany said as she grabbed him and stole a kiss.

Zachary’s face suddenly grew distressed.

Tiffany’s quickly noticed and then asked also with distress, “Did I say something wrong?”

Zachary gently held her and soberly replied, “No. You did not. However, God just spoke to me and said that we must needs to forego intimate relations until marriage. It’s almost as if I think God would reverse the healing to my nerves if we engaged in carnal relations before exchanging those vows.”

“You’re right. Then we would become like my parents and drift further and further apart.”

“May it never be!”

“We can wait until marriage, though.” Tiffany paused, then asked in a puppy dog voice, “Would you even want me to marry you though?”

“I most certainly would! And in the event you wish to work, I would only want you working in a career that is good for your soul!”

“Well, I only would want to be an artist, nothing else.”

“Then I fully support you in that endeavor! I dread the very thought of you slaving away in an occupation with which you’re not happy.” Zachary kissed her, then continued, “I’ll even purchase your art supplies.”

“Where will I stay, though? If my parents find out that we are together and you bought me those supplies, they will destroy all of it and then beat me.”

“Then they are brazenly violating your personal space, your sacred body, and your priceless dignity.”

There was a bright flash of lightning followed by a piercing thunder roll. Seconds later, the current supplying the mall with electricity was disrupted.

Tiffany shrieked in terror.

Zachary quickly drew a small flashlight from his pocket and calmly switched it on.

The bright LED lit up their immediate area as Zachary said with confidence, “I always try to be prepared, so I never leave home without one of these.”

A smile returned to Tiffany’s face as she said, “You’re so sexy!”

Zachary and Tiffany began to heavily kiss and pet each other with tremendous affection by the light of the flashlight.

Minutes later, the security guards and janitors were rounding up all the customers.

One guard was speaking into a bullhorn “A tornado warning has just been issued, please follow our staff to the center of the mall!”

Zachary and Tiffany complied with the request and followed the guards with the rest of the customers.

The sky was once overcast but was now dark as midnight as Zachary and Tiffany lay down against the wall, Zachary shielding Tiffany’s body with his by the light of his flashlight.

Tiffany looked at her phone and realized there was no signal. She put her phone away and closed her eyes as Zachary held her tightly.

The roaring of the winds intensified more and more.

Both Zachary and Tiffany trembled in fear.

Tiffany began to recite the rosary out loud as the winds grew louder and glass began to break. Many mall patrons and personnel alike began to scream in terror.

Zachary then prayed out loud, “Heavenly Father, I humbly ask that you quiet and stifle this horrid storm so that no one shall be harmed and that Your Name be Glorified above all names. Please protect all of us, according to Your riches and glory. Moreso, draw everyone present nearer to You, even unto salvation. I make these requests in that Precious and Powerful Name of Your Son Jesus Christ and hereby proclaim that He is indeed God come in the flesh! Amen…”

A moment passed, then the storm quickly died down.

Everyone stayed put but a great relief of anxiety came upon all of them.

Minutes later, an all-clear was declared.

Zachary kissed Tiffany, then said, “Praise God, that terrible storm is over and we weren’t harmed!”

The room was dark, so no one could identify exactly who had prayed out loud but there were rumors throughout the mall that God heard a young man’s prayers on behalf of them and that they were indeed spared.

Tiffany helped Zachary up from the floor, as she embraced him and pelted his face with many kisses.

Hand in hand they began to walk, by the light of his flashlight when they were instructed by mall personnel to leave because there had been some structural damage. Tiffany’s phone beeped and buzzed indicating that she had a new voicemail.

Zachary said, “I guess I’ll drive you home. Call me tonight though, before you go to bed.”

Tiffany nodded as they walked to his 2004 Chevy Cobalt.
The sinking sun was starting to break through the clouds.

He opened the passenger door for her, then kissed her as she stepped in.

Afterward, he stepped in on the driver’s side.

Both fastened their seatbelts when Tiffany said, “Let me check my voicemail, if it’s from one of my parents, you will see how horrible they are.”

She called her voicemail number, entered her PIN then activated her speakerphone feature.

There were two voicemails:

The first one was from her mom, “Tiffany Anne Taylor, where are you, little girl? You’re supposed to be at home doing chores while your dad and I are at work. It is unfair that you get to go out and have fun while mooching off of us as we slave away at our jobs. Your dad is going to tare up your hiney when he finds you, young lady. There will be other consequences as well for your rebellious behavior! Now get home immediately!”

The next one was from her dad, “Tiffany, this is your blank damn dad! I pay for your ****ing phone service so I expect you to answer when I *ing call. And where in the mother*ing hell are you? You’re not at home, that’s for sure and you’re probably laying out with some lazy stupid ****ing bum. When I find out who that good for nothing son of a ***** is I am going to blow his **** for brains out with my .357 Magnum, then pour gasoline on his useless body and set it ablaze while roasting some mother****ing marshmallows over it then I’m going to shove those ****ing marshmallows down your ****ing throat. After that, I’ll flush his worthless ashes down my filthy ****ing toilet that you didn’t clean. Then I am going to beat your ungrateful *** to a mother****ing pulp until it ****ing bleeds and I’ll burn all of your *blank* damn stupid paintings. Then I’m going to blast your stupid ****ing computer with my 10 gauge shotgun to make damn sure all of your filthy creations of yours are destroyed. Finally, I’m going to smash your ****ing TV and radio with my *blank* damn sledgehammer, because all you watch and listen to on there is pure ****ing trash that teaches you how to be a spoiled degenerate brat. I work way too ****ing hard for you to lay on your fat ****ing *** all blank damn day drawing those trashy pictures and ****ing around with those bums. You need to get a real ****ing job and stop living in this *blank* damn fantasy world. You will come home right this ****ing instant if you know what is *blank* damn good for you!”

Zachary had become pale as a glass of fresh milk.

Tiffany spoke, “Despite what my dad said in there, I’m still a virgin and deep down he knows it because he is possessive of my virginity.”

Zachary quickly collected himself and spoke, “I believe you. And just so you know, I would never use that sort of language in front of a woman or girl. However, we need to make a backup copy of these threatening messages in the case your dad terminates your phone service.”

“How can we do that?”

“I have a voice recorder app on my phone.”

At once, Tiffany played both of those messages again while Zachary recorded them to his phone’s internal storage.

Tiffany then spoke as tears were flowing profusely from her eyes, “I never want to go home again. I’m afraid of what will happen to me and worse what will happen to you.”

“We need to show this to the Justice of the Peace and have a restraining order placed against your dad. All of his guns will be confiscated and he will be immediately arrested if he comes near us. That is if you agree with doing so.”

“Yes. I am. I know what his temper is like and what he is capable of.”

Zachary looked at his watch which indicated 6:05. He then spoke, “Well we cannot see the Justice of the Peace until tomorrow morning, but it’s best we lay low.”

“Yes. I don’t want my dad to see us together.”

“Was he always so ill-tempered?”

“As far as I can remember.”

“Well I knew a lack of intimacy can make put anyone on edge, but Good Lord he takes it to the extreme.”

“I learned in my preteens that when a woman has a full hysterectomy, she loses all interest in sex and can become very cold-hearted. And when a man stops having intimacy, he is easily angered, by anything and everything. My parents never had any kids after me and I noticed that they were always angry at me. My older siblings said they used to be pleasant before I was born.” Tears rolled down Tiffany’s face once again and her voice broke as she said, “That means I’m an accident and they never wanted me.”

Zachary wiped Tiffany’s tears with his shirt as he gently rubbed her face and said, “You’re not an accident at all. I prayed for years that God would send you to me and now he has. You’re going to be a great artist one day and I just hope that you’ll have me by your side, maybe even using my stories for inspiration.”

“Yes, of course. I always thought I would end up marrying a man who is just like my dad, but you are so sweet and gentle. You’re nothing like him. I mean, you speak and write like the Puritan ministers I learned about in American English my Junior year and he speaks as if he were possessed by a legion of demons. I was hesitant to ask you if I could stay at your place, because, I still didn’t know what kind of man you were. However, when you said those prayers and God stopped that tornado, I knew you must have a clean heart because God wouldn’t answer the prayers of a man with wicked intentions. So, could I stay with you? I mean I have nowhere else to go.”

“I would be honored for you to stay with me. You can even have my bed and I will sleep on my futon in the living room.”

“How big is your bed?”

“Full-sized.”

“Then you could share your bed with me. I wouldn’t mind.”

“Believe me, I tremendously desire to hold you while we slumber. I just don’t want to provoke the chastening rod of my Heavenly Father.”

“You’re right.”

“I’d rather be obedient to my God and therefore have you by my side for a lifetime than have a few fleeting moments of immense pleasure with you, only to later lose you.”

“You indeed are a good man, Zack. I’m so happy I found you!”

Zack smiled from ear to ear, then blushed until he was red in the face as he said, “Thank you, Tiffany. No one has ever told me that before.”

“Why don’t we go to your place? I am a little hungry though.”

“I was going to get us some corn dogs and cherry soda, but then the mall was damaged. What would you like?”

“Do you have any food at home?”

“I have a pound of ground beef, a jar of sauce, some pasta, some cheeses, herbs, and spices. How would you like spaghetti and meatballs from scratch?”

“I would love that!”

“Are you okay with eating meat on a Friday?”

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“Good, because that rule is nowhere in the Bible, rather, it was created by the roman catholic church for corrupt financial reasons.”

“I’m beginning to also think that catholicism is phony. When I started to pray the rosary, the winds became more violent, but when you prayed, the storm quickly calmed down.” Tiffany paused then said, “I want what you have.”

“Very well, let’s go to my place and I will explain it all to you while I prepare us some dinner.”

“I’m ready when you are.”

Zachary started his car, then began to pray, “Heavenly Father, please grant us safe travels. Please also open up Tiffany’s heart and ears for what I will be telling her shortly. Please also keep Tiffany and me together forever and may our relationship perpetually honor and glorify You. May we always treat each other with kindness, respect, and even reverence. May we always show each other affection and strive to be unequivocally faithful to one another. Protect us from all who wish to harm. I love you Heavenly Father and I make all of these requests in Your Son Jesus’ Holy Name. Amen. And thank You, Lord.”

“I love hearing you pray. You sound even better than the priest at my high school, who was so repetitive.”

Zachary blushed again and said, “Thank you. I just pray when God tells me to pray. He helps me find the words.”

With that, Zachary put his car in gear and then drove through the rain-soaked roads and highways until they came to his apartment complex on the outskirts of the city. They walked up his stairs and into his front door just as the sun was going down…

Back to “The New Generation Gap”

A Christian Couple on Vacation

Part ONE:
My wife and I have been happily married for almost a whole year. Time has gone by really fast.

I had prayed for God to send her into my life after some failed relationships and I am so thankful that He did send her.

For those wondering she is indeed supersized. I am indeed strongly (and exclusively) attracted to bigger ladies, so I was thankful to God when he sent her into my life. I think I won her over when she found out that I am so attracted to bigger ladies, but I digress. She also has long beautiful brown hair and the prettiest face I have ever seen. I thank God for her every day that He sends and my prayer is for her and me to share a long life, serving Him and each other!

It is that wonderful time of year when Summer transitions to Autumn.

A few days ago, we learned that another couple and friends of ours are taking a trip to New York City and they want to bring us along for at least most of the ride.

The plan, they revealed to us, is that they will drop us off at a charming little bed and breakfast in Old Saybrook Connecticut and then they will continue to New York City and get their business done. Afterward, they will pick us up. The best part of all is that their company is paying for most of our trip.

So with that, we are finalizing our packing. It is three o’clock in the morning. We are securing our necessary belongings as well as our favorite articles of clothing.

Now, we are ready.

In the morning dampness, we text our friends stating that we are ready for them to pick us up.

In time, they arrive in a newer Chevy Suburban.

We greet them, then we seat ourselves in the third row of seats, with our belongings in front of us on the floorboard.

We drive off and head up North.

My wife and I sleep in each others’ arms until the sun is now up and we are passing through Northern Mississippi near the Alabama border, we relieve ourselves at the rest stop.

We sit close to each other and I observe the scenery and highway signs. We also talk with our friends about how God has blessed our marriage and how we both prayed for Him to send us the right one and that He answered those prayers. I go on to say how my wife fits the standards I had for a spouse precisely and she says the same about me. Our friends seem very impressed, and they give God the Glory.

It is now near Noon and we are in Birmingham, Alabama. We all agree to make a stop for food at a Cracker Barrel. We all happily eat and I think my wife is so cute as she wolfs down her chicken and dumplings and then her peach cobbler. I eat some fried chicken and green beans. We all drink sweet tea. After our meal, we relieve ourselves in the restroom and then head out once again.

Our friends take turns diligently driving into the afternoon and evening until we stop at a motel in Northern Virginia.

We all turn in just for the evening and fall right asleep. The room is very cold, but my wife keeps me very warm with her pleasantly plump body. She holds me tight and sleeps partially on top of me all night long.

In the morning, I wake up to her lovely face and we share a kiss.

We all take turns relieving ourselves, then eat the continental breakfast and check out.

We get back on the road and I keep watch of the road signs and scenery yet again.

While traveling through Southeastern Pennsylvania, I notice that the weather is getting blue.

So, I pull out my Weather Radio and scan for the strongest station.

I learn that there is a Severe Thunderstorm Warning and a Tornado Watch for the area we are passing through.

We all pray as the weather gets darker.

We’re very nervous, but then our prayers are answered and the storm dies down.

We all praise God in Jesus’ Name, then continue on our journey.

Several more hours pass, then we are dropped off at our Bed and Breakfast in Old Saybrook.

It is late afternoon and we are hungry.

So, the owners of the bed and breakfast feed us a meal consisting of fish ‘n’ chips and some tea to drink.

We say grace then eat.

The meal is exquisite, despite being so simple.

We then go up to our room.

Upon entering, we place a Do Not Disturb placard on the outside doorknob.

My wife teasingly lifts her yellow skirt in front of me, revealing her lacy white slip and then her white cotton panty.

She then pushes me onto the bed and I fall on my back.

She climbs on top of me and places her most intimate regions in my face, pulling the crotch of her panty aside.

I lovingly go down on her until she violently climaxes all over me.

The sensation and emotion are so intense as she pulls off my pants and boxer briefs, then I remove her skirt, slip, and panty.

Fiercely, we make passionate love until she climaxes, spraying all over me again and I fill her with my seed.

Sweetly we cuddle into the night exchanging caresses and kisses until we fall asleep under the moonbeams coming through the window.

PART TWO:
In the morning we get dressed. She dons a white blouse and a light blue skirt. I wear a black pair of pants and a creme-colored Oxford shirt.

We decide to go exploring.

I take my scanner, knowing that we can listen to nearby boat traffic.

We walk along the shoreline and come upon a lighthouse.

We both look upon it with great interest.

There is now a consistent sea breeze blowing onto the shore and it is causing her flouncy skirt to billow up.

I stare at her with a mixture of love and lust but she is quite frustrated.

Ultimately, we decide to lay in the grass until the sea breeze dies down.

She cradles me in her lap and uses me as a weight for her skirt.

She looks down at me with love and pelts my face and head with many kisses.

I take my scanner and we listen to the boat captains coordinating their movements with each other.

I blush and apologize for the content of some of these boat captains’ filthy speech.

She simply comments that they have such potty mouths.

Eventually, I turn the scanner off and we simply bask in the sunlight and watch the waves beat on the shoreline.

It is silence but a peaceful and blissful silence we share.

Now and then, she teasingly pulls her skirt and slip over my head, to which my desire for her multiplies. She then whispers, “Just wait until we are behind closed doors, mister!”

We stay like this until we are hungry, so we go for a walk and find a local restaurant.

They serve us lobster and clam chowder. Happily, we eat and then pay for our meal. We drink iced tea with that.

Afterward, we walk back to the bed and breakfast and watch movies together, until evening.

At nightfall, we go back to the lighthouse and watch it give off its bright light.

The breeze coming off of the water once again causes her skirt to billow up but this time she says she is thinking of something that the lighthouse reminds her of.

I grin from ear to ear and then shower her with kisses as she grabs me.

At once, we make a beeline back to our room and make love, reinforcing our marital bonds stronger than ever before.

We thank God for each other and petition Him to continue to bless our marriage.

We spend the rest of the night cuddling, reading our Bible, and praying together until we fall asleep in each others’ arms.

It is now dawn and our friends are here to pick us up.

We thank them for providing us with this romantic getaway and they comment on how we look happier than ever.

My wife and I simply wink at each other as we load up the Suburban and head back home.

Back to “A Christian Marriage”

A Review of the Casio G-Shock DW5600

Okay, so you and I and everyone else know, I do not own the featured image on this page. I must need to give credit whereupon credit is due and in this case, it is due to Casio.

I was given my first wristwatch for my sixth birthday. Throughout my childhood and teen years, I wore a watch on and off.

At the age of eighteen, I began to permanently wear a wristwatch.

While I have been through many of them, I am highly partial to Casio or the Swiss brand Wenger. I do hope to own a SwissGear watch one day as well. Well, SwissGear is basically a spinoff of Wenger.

Bombshell, I find Casio watches to keep better time than Wenger or Victorinox, both of which are Swiss-made!

I have owned two Wenger watches, one Victorinox watch, and one Victorinox travel alarm clock and I have concluded that Casio watches (even their entry-level models) keep better time than the Victorinox or Wenger.

Now, all of the Swiss time measuring devices I have owned are Quartz controlled. I never owned any mechanical models and that is due to me being on a disability pension and therefore a limited income.

While I am mentioning how the Swiss are known for high-quality time measuring devices, I must add that they make any sort of measuring instrument very well. I had emailed Victorinox a time or two petitioning them to make high precision, pocket thermometers for those employed not only in the foodservice industry but also in HVAC and other fields where accurate temperature measurement is a must. They probably could also make some fine kitchen timers for use in a culinary setting. Unfortunately, Victorinox never replied to any of those emails. It’s their loss.

So, I cannot comment on how accurate a mechanical Swiss movement is compared to its Japanese, Chinese, or especially Russian counterparts. I’d assume it would be superior, but I cannot say for sure. I mean, the Swiss are historically known for accurate time keepings instruments and that is likely because the Swiss are a highly punctual people.

But the Japanese are also a, dare I say, equally punctual people, so much so, that it is reported in the newspaper whenever a commuter train is not on time!

However, then it comes to an electronic Quartz movement, the Japanese are the clear winners, hands down, compared to the Swiss.

The Japanese and by some proxy, the Chinese are just that talented, especially when it comes to electronics.

My first Casio watch was one I purchased at Sears in the Summer of 2006 while shopping for clothing and tools to pursue higher education. I don’t remember the model right off hand but it was sure accurate and I had it synchronized with the time clock at my job. I had it until some point in 2008 when the band broke whilst moving a dresser.

I then switched to Timex and my favorite Timex watch was the Easy Reader with the white face, black numerals/red numerals for military time and day, and date at the three o’clock position. I wore it for three years straight from 2010 to 2013 and was disappointed when it gave out. I emailed Timex to ask if they would repair or replace it since a policewoman whom I had befriended told me that Timex would do so. The company replied in an email saying that the Easy Reader is not a supported model. I was ticked. I vowed to never buy a Timex again. While I have been tempted to buy another Timex a few times, I never gave in to it and it has been approximately nine years of keeping this vow at the time I am writing this piece.

I eventually switched back to Casio and aside from a few cheap non-name-brand models I wore in 2015, I wore Casios.

Up until 2015, I had preferred an analog face of a watch. But it had to be one with an increment for each minute, hence why I loved the Timex Easy Reader so much. In the latter parts of 2015, I had purchased a Casio F-91W. Yes, that is known as the terrorist watch, because it is worn by radical islamic terrorists and also used as a timer on improvised explosive devices. However, as I mentioned a time or two before, it was popular with law enforcement and firefighters in the Parish in which I grew up. I was impressed by the accuracy of the Casio F-91, that I began to look at more upscale digital Casio watches. I had then begun to read about the Casio G-Shock line of wristwatches and became an immediate fan of them. In March of 2016, I purchased an entry-level Casio G-Shock DW5600 from Target’s website. It came in a few days later and that is what this piece will be a review thereof.

As soon as it was delivered to me, I opened up the packaging and synchronized it with my now ex-wife’s Atomic Clock receiver.

Subsequently, I would wear it almost non-stop for the next two years.

I was thoroughly impressed by its ability to withstand all sorts of impact.

But what impressed me, even more, was the accuracy at which it kept time.

Those of you who know me well enough are aware that I synchronize my watches and other independent clocks with the U.S. Government’s Atomic Clock on the first of every month.

For the two years that I wore it, it was maybe off two seconds at most from the Atomic Clock when I would synchronize it again on the first.

I never had a more accurate wristwatch prior or sense!

Also in 2016 was when I started to teach myself how to cook.

This watch in addition to having the main time, the date including the day and year, and a stopwatch also have a countdown timer. This feature proved to be very helpful with meal preparation when the cooking time was time-sensitive.

It also withstands humidity, diverse temperatures, and the impacts of everyday life very well.

For those of you who read my recipe page, you all know that I had mentioned should I ever come into a significant amount of money, I would start my own restaurant known as, “The Dirty Drip Pan.” In fact, that is the name of my recipe page on this blog.

One thing I would do should I hire additional cooks would be to purchase them this very wristwatch and take it out of his or her first paycheck but then reimburse them the cost of the wristwatch after a year of employment.

Even though most users this watch would be employed as a public safety first responder or many positions in several military branches or even in a civilian job that is physically demanding and needs accurate timekeeping independent of a computer or cell phone, I think it also would be perfect for a cook in a restaurant. Shucks, it served me very well cooking for myself and my family. I would later use another Casio G-Shock to assist me in cooking for my former neighbors.

I have taken this watch with me on several road trips and vacations, and swam or rode on waterslides while wearing it. I also live in South Louisiana where the temperature can fluctuate and the humidity is unbearable at times. Still, this watch kept near-perfect time and as I said before more accurately than any other watch I have ever owned.

In June of 2018, I had upgraded to a Victorinox and a Wenger wristwatch but was highly disappointed in them. Around this time, the battery on my G-Shock DW5600 began to give out and since I had other watches, I could not justify traveling the distance to the only place that services Casio watches in my regional area to have the work properly done. I ended up keeping it in my dresser where it was when Hurricane Ida and Tropical Storm Nicolas ruined it and many of my other possessions.

While I do enjoy the G-Shock G-100 which I have worn since January of 2020, I would hope to someday buy a replacement of the DW5600 or at least one of its variants. I would especially use it when cooking although it could be used in many other applications throughout my daily life although it is overkill to a degree for someone with my lifestyle.

I know I have a knack for discovering unrealized markets for certain products and this piece is proof!

If I had to give a rating of the Casio G-Shock DW5600, it would be 4.75 out of 5 stars and the only reason why I took off a quarter of a point is that I wish it would be sold with a ten-year battery instead of a lousy three-year battery.

So this, therefore, concludes my review of the Casio G-Shock DW5600.

I hope that you, the reader, have been informed, enlightened, and maybe even entertained.

May God richly bless you!

A Review of the PowerTac Valor Tactical LED Flashlight

Just to let everyone out there know, I am not the owner of the featured image on this particular page, I give all credit whereupon credit is due, in this case, it would be to PowerTac.

I think anyone who has read this blog of mine for any amount of time knows that I have been fascinated by flashlights since infancy.

At the age of sixteen, I discovered the modern or at least modern (for their time) tactical flashlights.

To be clear, during that time (2003) a tactical flashlight ran on those Lithium high-capacity camera batteries and utilized high output Xenon lamp modules.

The first tactical flashlights, depending on whom you may ask, were either those angle head models that were introduced during World War 2 and perfected during Vietnam or the Kel Lite of 1968 which was the first flashlight to be constructed of Aircraft Aluminum and meant to robustly withstand the brutality of law enforcement use. I find it almost amusing that the Kel Lite was invented right around the time when law enforcement began to be faced with mass civil unrest, which was an aspect of the second half of the 1960s.

The tactical flashlight of 2020 is more diverse than those that I previously mentioned, but it typically entails a compact flashlight constructed of either aircraft or aerospace grade Aluminium, with an LED system that is powerful enough to provide situational awareness in low light or no light conditions and also temporarily blind an opponent enough to have the advantage in any violent or otherwise threatening confrontation. Additional bonuses would include a strobe feature that can be used for signaling others in your team or further visually disabling an opponent in a fight and a crenelated strike bezel to use as an offensive weapon in combat. And of course, most tactical flashlights should have a decent degree of water resistance (especially for the Navy SEALS and other specialized units carrying out amphibious missions) and an equally decent degree of impact resistance, a feature which would prove useful and be popular for just about every flashlight user. Sales personnel of the 1960s and very early 1970s Kel Lite were trained to give a demonstration of firing a .38 Special Revolver (most likely a Colt Trooper, because that was the chosen sidearm of American police personnel decades until the War on Drugs became heated) directly at the body of a Kel Lite flashlight at point-blank range white it was turned on and showing potential customers that the flashlight was indeed still lit after being hit directly by the live bullet. I have also read stories of a 5 D-sized Maglite flashlight stopping a .50 Caliber bullet fired from a high-powered hunting rifle that was aimed at a policeman. The flashlight with the spent bullet lodged in it but still working was later collected as evidence for trial. I believe the Kel Lite had a considerably thicker body than the Maglite and I wish it would never have been discontinued or that its surviving company, Streamlight, would have continued a classic version modeled after the Kel Lite. Speaking of Streamlight, I had misplaced my favorite EDC tactical flashlight, a Streamlight Junior LED, which had been my go-to flashlight from 2019 through 2021, though I had carried others. All I can say is that, despite being so small, it was instrumental in letting teenagers knocking on my former neighbor’s door at strange hours know that I meant business, although they subsequently referred to me as “mall cop” after that. A bright and rugged flashlight is quite effective when answering the door at a strange hour!

For other reasons besides misplacing my Streamlight Junior, I was in the market for a tactical flashlight that I could EDC, for both nighttime situational awareness and self-defense. In middle February of 2022, I discovered a flashlight company known as “Power Tac.” All I can say is that it seems to be on par almost with SureFire and better than Maglite or Streamlight. Like Maglite, SureFire and Streamlight, it is an American company, but unlike SureFire or Maglite, its factories are located in China. But, I have to admit, the Chinese (when they want to) can make flashlights that are equally as good as any flashlight America makes, just think of the companies NiteCore, Fenix, or WowTac. They have gotten this good by borrowing and improving on ideas they “borrowed” from making flashlights for American companies all these years. There is an Energizer Tactical flashlight that I recently bought for myself and another as a birthday gift for my sister which I plan to write a review of soon. Energizer is another American company that, for decades now, has outsourced its manufacturing to the Chinese. I have mixed feelings about all this. The good is that these flashlights and many other products are affordable because of the cheap labor but the bad is that we are giving money to an oppressive, authoritarian regime stained in the blood of its people.

All right, enough of that.

Moving on.

Around that time in mid to late February of 2022, I purchased a PowerTac Valor tactical LED flashlight and that is what this piece will be a review thereof.

Since it arrived in the mail a few days after ordering, I have EDCed it in my side pocket ever since.

I am thoroughly impressed by the solid build quality and generous light output of this flashlight.

Aside from walking around at night to get a bite to eat at my local restaurant and escorting the elderly to their vehicles after evening Bible Studies at my church, I haven’t used it for any truly tactical situations. However, the blinding level of brightness and the crenelated strike bezel does give me peace of mind from carrying it should I ever have to respond to any sort of threat. As I am sitting at my Chromebook writing this piece, my PowerTac Valor is resting in my side pants pocket.

The one feature I could take or leave is while the power switch is indeed tactically correct (forward clickie, thank God), the settings switch is located on the side of the head. And activating strobe mode is a tad complicated. However, I find that the regular high setting does just as effective as strobe in confronting an opponent in the dark. So to operate the flashlight, fully press the tail switch, then press the side switch on the head to cycle through the desired modes. This can be run on any 1.5 Volt AA battery, be it Alkaline, Lithium, or NiMH (my personal choice.) The pocket clip is bi-directional meaning the light can be carried head up or head down in the pocket or, in a pinch, can be attached to the bill of a cap and serve as a hands-free headlamp. One very helpful feature is that this flashlight memorizes which mode it was last used in, so, I can set it to the highest setting then switch it off. Should I need to deploy it for any tactical reason, it will turn on at 800 Lumens from the get-go. There is also reverse battery polarity protection, which should be a standard feature on all flashlights that use an LED lighting system. There is a considerable amount of heat sink provision which will prolong the life of all components and protect them from heat damage. The opening is O-Ring sealed to prevent water intrusion. It is comprised of machined aircraft-grade Aluminium and is given a Type III anodized finish. The lens is made of tempered glass to prevent scratching and breaking and the lens is also double coated to allow the maximum Out the Front Brightness and beam distance.

I will now list the technical specifications and give my commentary on them:

LED System: Cree XML-U3
Power Source: 2 AA ~1.5 Volt Batteries (Use of 14500 Type Batteries will ruin the light and thus void the warranty.)
Maximum Overall Light Output: 800 Lumens.
Maximum Beam Distance: 138 Meters or 452.756 Feet-that’s one and a half football fields!
Maximum Beam Output: 4150 Candlepower.
Impact Resistance Rating: 2 Meters or 6.56168 Feet fall on hard concrete-this is probably a modest estimate because I have seen other tactical flashlights survive much worse!
Length: 149.5 Millimeters or 5.8 Inches-long enough to not get lost easily but short enough to carry discreetly.
Diameter: 19 Millimeters or 0.75 Inches-not too thick, not too thin.
Weight (excluding batteries): 68.25 grams or 2.4 ounces-this will not weigh anyone down.
Waterproof Rating: IPX8-good enough for carrying out an amphibious assault!
Output Ratings:

On NiMH Batteries
Firefly Mode 0.53 Lumens for a 100 Day Runtime
Low Mode 97 Lumens for a 16 Hour Runtime
Medium Mode 358 Lumens for a 2.83 Hour Runtime
High Mode 800 Lumens for a 1.1 Hour Runtime
Strobe Mode 800 Lumens for a 1.75 Hour Runtime

On Lithium Batteries
Firefly Mode 0.41 Lumens for a 120 Day Runtime
Low Mode 93 Lumens for a 26.3 Hour Runtime
Medium Mode 366 Lumens for a 5.8 Hour Runtime
High Mode 750 Lumens for a 1.7 Hour Runtime
Strobe Mode 750 Lumens for a 2.8 Hour Runtime

I am amazed as to how LED flashlight technology is improving by leaps and bounds and how such light output and runtimes are now feasible that was unheard of not too many years ago.

I am equally amazed at some of the other flashlights that the company PowerTac has made, especially those designed for Aviation and Search and Rescue.

PowerTac might not have been around as long as the other tactical flashlight companies but it is gaining a fine reputation for itself.

For years I was prejudiced in favor of Maglite only, but since about 2016 or 2017, this attitude has changed, although Maglite will always have a special place in my heart.

Now I appreciate any well-made flashlight no matter its maker or country of origin.

If I had to give this a rating, it would be a 4.97 out of 5 stars, only because of the complicated means to activate strobe mode.

I guess this, therefore, concludes my review of the PowerTac Valor.

I hope that you, the reader, have been informed, enlightened, and maybe even entertained.

May God richly bless you!

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Certain parts of Houma, Louisiana, remind me of “Blast Corps”

Yes, I had been fascinated by radio electronics since toddlerhood, but around the age of eleven, I had begun to cultivate an interest in video gaming. And it would be that way from the ages of eleven to about fourteen. From the ages of eleven to fourteen, most of my free time and a good bit of my spending money was allocated to video games. My two favorite gaming systems were the Nintendo 64 and the Game Boy Pocket/Game Boy Color. I also would download lots of free computer games and save them on floppy disks. In the Summer of 2001, I had discovered console emulators and ROM files for more vintage games. During this time of my life, video games had priority over all my other interests, dare I say, including flashlights.

I lived with my nuclear family in Raceland, Louisiana, but we spent a lot of time in Houma, Louisiana, especially going swimming at the Bayouland YMCA.

In the process of the commute between Raceland and the part of Houma in which the Y is located, one would have to travel through the Northeastern Outskirts of Houma, through suburbs such as Bayou Blue and the neighborhood of Coteau. Traveling through these areas, reminded me of my second favorite Nintendo 64 game, Blast Corps. I had posted maybe once before on how I thought that the Northeastern outskirts of Houma, Louisiana, had always reminded me of that said game but in this piece, I intend to do a detailed and in-depth reporting of that.

Blast Corps was released by Rare Ware in 1997 for the Nintendo 64.

Other games that I enjoyed were 007 Goldeneye (my all-time favorite video game) and Jet Force Gemini was also created by Rare Ware.

I first played a rented copy of Blast Corps in the Summer of 1998 and loved every aspect of the game, especially the parts with trains and canal boats.

On the rented copy, most of the levels had been beaten and I would simply play the levels with trains and canal boats so I could operate them for fun.

I was not into playing [most] video games for their main objectives, but rather for either shooting/fighting enemies or operating cool machines. For the record, I did not “foam” in Mario Kart as the MEME suggests, but I would watch either my friend, Joshua Vinet, or my brother Devin Monier, play all the games for the objectives, and then I would do the other stuff that which I considered fun. This is probably why I outgrew video games at the age of fifteen and went back to my radio electronics hobby and later discovered writing. Finally, at the age of eighteen, I got fully back into flashlights.

Now there are no longer any railroads in Houma. There haven’t been since 1991.

However, there are several busy navigable waterways and there is also some heavy machinery in use either for oilfield support operations, highway maintenance, shipbuilding, or agriculture.

Sadly there are no giant robot suits (Thunderfist, Cyclone Suit, and J-Bomb), dune buggies (Skyfall or rocket cars that fire missiles (Ballista) as of yet. Maybe if America became more dystopian I can see heavily militarized SWAT units deploying such machinery.

Also, the Sideswipe seems like a pointless vehicle, but I digress.

And given the current situation at the time of writing this piece (March 2022), I don’t think the nuclear deterrent warfare arsenal will be reduced anytime soon, much unlike the entire theme of Blast Corps. And if the nuclear arsenal is to be reduced, I highly doubt that the nuclear weapons will not be carried to a safe detonation site on automatic vehicles that cannot be stopped or have any obstacle or obstruction lest they detonate upon any impact. Again that is the main theme of Blast Corps.

From the ages of 31 (when I left my now ex-wife) until 34 (when my apartment was destroyed by a wicked woman named Ida), I lived in an apartment on the northeastern outskirts of Houma, Louisiana in a community known as Bayou Blue. I did well there aside from having one or two Karens as neighbors.

As one leaves the City of Houma on New Orleans Boulevard then it transitions into a two-lane highway there are some tank farms situated on the right side of Highway 182 FKA Highway 90. These tank farms are in between that Highway and the Gulf Intracoastal Waterway which at this point is also taking a northeasterly course. I do remember in certain levels of Blast Corps some similar tanks filled with flammable fluids that were situated along the canals in Blast Corps. I also, in the latter parts of 2018, wrote a very short story about a terrorist blowing up these tank farms. There are also some shipyards nearby, though some are currently vacant as of now. I don’t recall any shipyards in Blast Corps (that would have been cool if there were) but some of the equipment used in shipyards (such as cranes) was there.

There was a glitch in the game where a car bearing the American flag had a Dixie horn. That could be potentially offensive to some players. Another car was a hot rod inspired by Starsky and Hutch. There was also an A-Team van whose horn would say, “outta my way” in Mister T’s voice. My brother affectionately called this vehicle the “Mister T Van.” There was also a police car that was modeled after the Crown Victoria from the 1960s, such as on Adam 12.

As a very young child, I played a lot with Matchbox cars and now I have a modest collection.

Moving on. There used to be a traffic signal that the intersection of Highway 182 and Williams Avenue Extension/Hollywood Road, but now it has been converted to a traffic circle or roundabout. I believe this was a foolish idea on the part of all involved. On a slightly related note, there is a gentleman who is faithfully dedicated to the cause of Christ and he is working with churches in my area across all denominational lines he requested that certain churches pray for certain gates around the City of Houma. He considers this roundabout to be the “Restoration Gate” and has assigned my church to pray for the restoration of Christians to the joy of their Salvation and restoration to everyone else of all that was lost due to Hurricane Ida, especially when we travel through this junction. I respect this gentleman tremendously for his Kingdom work and am totally on board with praying for this. While passing through this intersection the shipyards and tank farms give way to wilderness, then one comes to a junction with Coteau Road AKA Highway 660. For those of you who are wondering, Coteau is French for “Ridge” and yes, this area of land is on a ridge. It is quite high and therefore flood resistant. And because of that, even modes properties in this area come at a premium price. Making a left on Coteau Road, one will come to a business known as “FrogCo.” This company rents out heavy amphibious equipment, mainly for use in marshes. These machines are so obtuse that when transported, they require “Wide Load” clearance and also an escort from a state trooper. These state troopers love doing this job because it is easy, safe, and pays much better than their normal wages. These machines remind me of some of the machines featured in Blast Corps, like the “Backlash”, but bigger and bulkier. Continuing west on Coteau Road would eventually bring the driver back to civilization, so I’ll instead talk about going back to Highway 182 and instead of going East on Coteau Road. The Gulf Intracoastal Waterway also makes a turn to the East in this area, so Coteau Road runs a course parallel to that said canal. If facing east, there are some houses, actually some nice quaint houses, and a fire station on the left-hand side of the road. I don’t recall any fire apparatus in Blast Corps, but the game would have been even cooler had it included these. On the right-hand side of the road, if facing eastbound, there are more tank farms with even bigger dome-shaped tanks filled with oil and gas, and there are also heavy industries including more shipyards situated on the GICW. This is mostly the case until Coteau Road terminates with Bayou Blue Road AKA Highway 316.

So let’s go back to our junction between Coteau Road and Highway 182 and continue northeast on Highway 182.

For a few blocks, it is mostly wilderness, when one crosses the Saint Louis Bayou, which used to be navigable and quite busy in bygone times. I’m talking before there were railroads and highways and it is from canals such as these that people from the rest of The States assumed children in South Louisiana commuted to school on a boat. This Bayou can still be traveled on a very small boat but nothing else. I remember one time in that Summer of 2020, I a friend and former neighbor of mine was hanging out by this bayou fishing. I was testing out my then-new tactical flashlight, a NiteCore i4000R, and shining it at that bayou on high-powered mode. There suddenly was a reflection from the water and it was moving a quite swiftly-the eye of an alligator! And that eye had a very much intimidating appearance that all I could do was stand, frozen in time, and stare at it until it swam away. In 2010 some teenagers met their demise in that bayou when the driver of their truck fell asleep at the wheel and veered off the highway and plunged into the water and they drowned. This was a tremendously heartbreaking moment for the City of Houma and surrounding communities. Immediately after Saint Louis Bayou, there is a huge scrapyard where the automobiles and other items containing considerable amounts of metal from days gone by are broken apart and sold for scrap. And at this point, we come upon the community of Bayou Blue, which is named after a body of water that traveled from Bayou Lafourche to the GICW and possibly even to the Gulf of Mexico at one point. Now though, it is more like a really big ditch and doesn’t cover as much mileage as it once did. For most of its current course, Bayou Blue runs parallel to Highway 316 AKA Bayou Blue Road. I remember being thirteen and for the past four prior years memorizing road maps. I also happened to be a fan of the World Wrestling Federation. So, while traveling to the YMCA with my dad and brother, I remember crossing this highway many times. There was a certain reference to the wrestler Stone Cold Steve Austin and, while I now know this is potential blasphemy, there used to be a slogan tied to that wrestler called Austin 3:16. So, jokingly I would call Bayou Blue Road, “The Stone Cold Highway.” This went on during the Summer of 2000. I think my dad attempted to explain the real meaning of 3:16 as in John 3:16 a time or two but my heart wasn’t ready for it yet. Four years later, though, it was ready and I did indeed surrender to Jesus Christ! Bayou Blue, Louisiana is also on a ridge and comparable to Coteau at that, but somehow, land and house prices in Bayou Blue are much more reasonable. I would only go east on Bayou Blue Road, not west because it is only in the eastbound direction and far down there at that where I see some similarities with Blast Corps. So turning east onto Bayou Blue Road from Highway 182 are many residences (including my former apartment) a few shops and several churches including the one I currently attend and love it there! There are also at least two fire stations and in Bayou Blue, the fire trucks are painted blue! Some also have blue lights in addition to their red lights. Bayou Blue Road then intersects with Prospect Boulevard Extension AKA Highway 3087. There used to be some pipeline compressor stations in this area and while I don’t recall pipelines or pipeline compressors in Blast Corps, they would have maybe been a neat addition. Most of these compressor stations were removed after the oilfield downturn of 2016. Bayou Blue road continues traveling a southeasterly course, then crosses the Gulf Intracoastal Waterway. There is a cool pontoon swing bridge that carries Bayou Blue Road over the GICW and there are many heavy industries in this area. To me, I wish there was a place to hang out with a scanner and listen to marine traffic and all the supporting operations and not be mistook for a terrorist. These dockyards have cranes for loading and unloading barges. Other heavy equipment is here as well, some of which is loaded onto barges from here. There were machines loaded onto barges that were similar in appearance to the “Ramdozer”. There are yet some more shipyards in the area. Highway 316 then runs a course parallel to the Barataria and Lafourche Company Canal (another waterway that predates the Gulf Intracoastal Waterway by over 100 years) and terminates with Highway 24 in Bourg Louisiana. My childhood friend Joshua Vinet was employed in these shipyards sometimes providing security and sometimes wiring the electronic equipment on the ships until he became stricken with seizures. I plan on buying a vehicle very soon, so I plan to visit him. I haven’t seen him in approximately two years and that is due to this wretched virus that has plagued humanity. If you, the reader, are wondering about my brother (the other one of whom I watched play video games) he is doing very well and recently had a son with his wife.

Let’s go back to our junction between Bayou Blue Road and Highway 182. From there let’s continue Northeast on Highway 182 for about a half-mile Highway 182 continues through the community of Bayou Blue. It is mostly commercialized here, though these businesses have been hit very hard by Hurricane Ida. Then we cross The Hollywood Canal, which, as Saint Louis Bayou, used to be heavily traveled before the advent of railroads and highways. Timber from the forests near Schriever and Thibodaux was loaded onto barges and shipped down to the Houma area via this waterway. How it now only sees small personal boats. I’ve heard on my scanner that there is a slip for this canal in its convergence with the GICW known as Hollywood Slip. The Hollywood Canal is no longer navigable. Shortly after this crossing Highway 182 becomes a four-lane highway and travels northeast towards Raceland. Just before its junction with the new Highway 90, there is a shooting range owned by the Lafourche Parish Sherriff’s Office but open to the public, so there are several police cars (either Crown Victorias or Explorers, both made by Ford) there and there is also a garbage dump nearby in which some garbage trucks travel in and out of. It would have been cool to have garbage trucks in Blast Corps.

This is all of the geographic areas that I wish to cover because it would take you into Raceland, Louisiana, and it does not remind me of Blast Corps save the extreme northern parts of the community where the BNSF Railway Lafayette Subdivision mainline traverses and most of that area is off-limits to the public.

I get it that some levels in Blast Corps had trains but most of the levels with trains were located in mountainous terrain and South Louisiana is as flat as the summer day is long.

Had I not outgrown video games at age 15, I probably could have come up with more examples of actual places that remind me of Blast Corps levels.

But I don’t necessarily regret outgrowing video games and graduating to radio electronics, especially scanners. With scanners, I can tune in many times what the operators of such heavy equipment are saying to each other, although I have yet to hear someone say, “Time to get moving!”

A favorite past time of mine is to bring a scanner or two and take up a position either by a railroad mainline or navigable waterway and tune in the communications of either trains or boats, respectively. I also would like to take a receiver that is capable of tuning in CB Radio transmissions and tuning in the truckers, especially if I am near a main highway. Due to the disabilities that I and stricken with, I cannot qualify for any job in the transportation of people or freight and operating of heavy equipment sectors and that breaks my heart. But I have tremendous respect for those employed in such jobs and I like to tune them in on my scanners. I have a little cousin who is highly fascinated by all sorts of machinery and I cannot wait to teach him about scanners and tuning in truck drivers, boat, and train crews, that is if they are still usable or legal by the time he comes of age.

I hope this piece has been amusing because I have desired to write it since some point in 2020, but it was from some comments in a Facebook group I belong to about the Nintendo 64 gaming console that was the catalyst for me writing this.

Those of you who are familiar the area I described will appreciate this post more than most and those of you who are familiar with the said area and appreciate the game Blast Corps will appreciate this post even more.

I guess this concludes the piece, so may God richly bless you.

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