Chapter-XII.

We ran back to the house to collect our packed things. He had his sportbag, I had my horse only. I was on my way to the already descending helicopters when I saw him from the corner of my eyes picking up something and tucks it into his pocket.

The rescue team was on the land now. Men in red jackets ran toward us.

The happenings seemed to me as in a dream.

We were standing there holding each other's hand like  Hansel and Grettel, waiting the team reaching us.

Here they were. One would say, at last.

One, but not me.

A tall, bearded man approached us, he had a medical crew in his heel. The man ordered us to follow him into the house and the two of us was brought to different rooms and had a medical check up.  Our blood pressure and temperature was taken,  an electrocardiogramm was made. A woman, very professional like looked at my frozebitten fingers and applied some kind of lotion onto it. I got antibioticum and vitamin coctail intravenosously.

 She had a form in her hand and asked tons of questions. I answered them as a machine would have answered them. I wasn't excited, wasn't interested at all, went numb all over. She must have been tought this is the aftermath of the storm and gave me some sedatives, which I didn't really needed as being in an apathy already. I asked for David, she said he was alright. Of course he was. I asked more, but David appeared in the door and called out my name. I jumped to my feet and ran to him. I knew there are people around us staring me and him, but I didn't give a damn.

Seeing my clinging to him, Dave smiled relieved, sure he thought I would continue  that little show of mine.

 I didn't,  I had to put myself to the hands of fate.

    Come, here you stay, by my side, right next to me. I take you by the hand and make you understand, that I am a staying reality of yours, don't be afraid, all would be arranged and settled.

We held each others hands tight, like we would never want to set apart.

    The tall, bearded man, his name was Peter Straub wanted us to follow him to one of the copters, our destination was Wellington, the James Cook Medical Center. We boarded on to the helicopter and was sitting close to each other. I tried hard not to cry. I was in a turmoil. I was hoping and fearing. I just sat silently by his side.

Toward the end of our little adventure we were kind of equal. Now, it's changed.

The stuff was buzzing around him. From the two of us, definitly he was the VIP. Person, and I was his fan again.

It was like flogging a dead horse to me.

Or so I tought.

  But it turned out it wasn't like that at all.

In the hospital they wanted us separeted and go to separate wings.

He didn't let it.  Kudos for him. He seriously  kicked butts.

They persuaded, maybe, because were afraid of a media scandal, or what.

Don't know why, there weren't any journalist around. Maybe, because we were brought here by helicopters or they haven't announced the rescue publicly.

Thanks God if they hadn't, that was the last thing I, and probably Dave wanted.

I wanted David and not his fame, not at the least. As shy and socialphob as I am, that would mean a torture for me. And also, our families! No, I wanted to keep it in a secret.

    Of course it was obvious. Well, Dave made it obvious that from now on I belong to him, or I belong to him, too.

He asked the personnel to release us  and they agreed. He talked with Jonathan and he arranged our transport home.

      Baby, come away with me, won't you try?

      Trying what? - My glance was directed straight to his eyes. All I felt was sorrow at the thought of the loss.

      You're right, we can't get ourselves out of responsibility, but still...

      You know, I would like to, but my family awaits me. It'd be better if they don't suspect a thing, so it would be wiser if you'd loose my hand.

He frowned but did what I asked.

      David, don't get mad at me. I don't necessarily agree with everything I do or think. Simply, it would be wiser this way, don't let them intrude into our private life.

      I guess you should get used to it if you want to be with me.

      Have you ever got used to it?

      Most of the times, yes. You're right, it is an intricate stuff to handle.

I'd take care of the hospital staff and everybody else. You just sit down here, and wait for me.

And he was off on his way. I had time to think. Strangely, I was much calmer by now. It was clear he meant what he said to me. I would be included in his life somehow, I didn't know yet, how.

I had my cell-phone charged and I gave a call to my loved ones. I called my husband first. My heart was missing a bit as I heared him answering the phone. He was so glad and relieved. I talked with my kids and my Mom and Dad. After I asked my hubby back to the phone and I said that I had to tell him something.

He knew it already, and said he'd have done the same thing if it  would had been Cameron Diaz. Only, what he would want from Cameron is just plain sex. I wasn't sure if he was seeing the difference....

I felt myself guilty, guilty as charged in cheating on him, though he himself said quite a time ago, if I would ever have the chance I should try my luck. So, I had a valid permission from him to act it out. I thought better not to display my feelings in connection with Dave.

Don't speak, don't hear, don't look.

It should go on its way.

We were talking more than an hour about everything and nothing.

 Usually, we don't speak this much with each other in a week. Sad, but true. He is just tired or preoccupied with something else or doesn't see or wanna acknowledge my needs, I don't know.

Hubby is just a deep well, you can't see the bottom line, don't know what is  hidden inside.

Or as Forrest Gump put it: Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you gonna get. Laci was my box of choc. I could never knew, never could be certain in anything, mainly because his lack of the intention to communicate  with each other.

Still, I love him deeply and dearly. He is a very good father of our children and this is important to me beyond all. He is trustable, doesn't let you down. He is unreplacable for me. He is also very good in the bed, too. It is just, that we are together for ages, it hasn't faded much, but well, it could be more frequient. Or is this my raging hormones again?

On the other side, David is strong in displaying feelings. Maybe, he doesn't say a word but even then, I have the help of his body language. Most women and few men speak it, Dave is one among them.

 David is definietly  a charmeur, knows exactly how to treat women. He is more sensitive and sensual.

 I know, I know, there is not much use comparing the two men, as they are so different. But he could be  a twister, goes wild and is able to destroy life around him. His moods often rapidly change, and you are caught in the midst of his anger. Also, he wants to give you everything you ever dreamed of. He has such a big heart and how kind and gentle he is.

I cast a glance to the horse laying besides me. This would be my dearest treasure for sure! It represents him for me. Anyway, the horse as a symbol related to the sexuality of the person. The sculpture was a prancing stallion.

My God, there is ain't nothing innocent about Dave. This man just oozes sex.

This sculpture screams: Come and get me! I am dead certain, he could light a wet log on fire with those eyes of his.

He makes all women sweat like a whore in the church.

I was collecting my thoughts to help me decide why he is so attractive.

 I  had the time to do it, an hour past since he was gone. He has to return soon.

A lot of Dave's appeal is that he is what women wish all men were like!

Meaning: masculine but not macho, sensual and sexual without seeming arrogant too much. Oh, yeah, with a wicked sense of humour. He has amazing good looks, not a perfect Hollywood type, but captivating in a very hard to describe way.

His eyes and cute smile make you forget to breathe and your heart skip. His voice will get to you, even if you never lays  eye on him. It is unlike any I've ever heard. Strong and sensual.

He moves with a grace, vitality and sensuality that is amazing to watch and gets the blood pumping.

He is genuine and so animated when speaks to you or tell his stories.

Sounds crazy as it is I love that he loves his family so much, as I do love my family, too.

I love he is so romantic. Man, the last male individual with this handicap.

Come on, marrying on Valentine's Day, calling Jen: my beautiful wife publicly, and the beautiful songs he wrote to her and about her on Paper Monsters.

I know, I am insane, I still feel it like this. I am not jealous of Jennifer, nor I hate her. I should accept her as she is. What she would do, that is another question.

David knows his weaknesses and try changing them. He is a real warrior.

    Suddenly I felt a hot kiss on my neck, I jumped.

    What are you thinking of?

    You.

     Me? That's cute. Now, Honey you have to come with me to New York, there is only one plane  departures in the next three days, 'cause airlines cleared most of them and it goes to the J.F. K. Wanna or not you have to come with me.

     Well, okay.

     Good news, by the time of our arrival your family would be there at the airport. Mine, too, of course and...

      Dave, this is crazy, my husband knew it  what happened between us before I could open my mouth. And also, Jen..

      She knows it already.

      Oh My Gahan!

      What?

      You never heard this before? All your fans say it instead of Oh My God.

         OMG? What the fuck? You're all insane, you know, you fans. Just let's see you, you have sex with me in ten degrees below zero in the freezing snow in a sleeping-bag. And whatever I screw up, you don't mind, just smile at me and love me none the less.

          Well, as I can recall things about the sleeping bag adventure, it was something mutual.

           That's right. True. You asked for it, but I wanted it better than you.

           How do you know  how much I wanted it?-asked him while I was kissing along his ear, neck and downward.

           Whoa, whoa, we are expected to be ready in a minute, any delay could mess up the departure.

           Hmmm, yummy David, your pussy wanna more!

          Mauka, don't do that to me, we really have to go.

           You can do nothing with a hungry, stray cat. They are wild and capable of scratching your delicate, soft skin.

His eyes went wild with every scratch I did, every bite I bit.

           I think you should close that door as it is standing ajar, I suggested.

He whammed it vehemently and turned the key in the lock. He came back to me and started tearing  my clothes off.

           David, the camera!

           Damn, he said and turned it to the wall.

Then he turned me. Turned me on. He could be as wild as I didn't belived before.

He wasn't fully conscious, I swear.

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