I just wanted to extend a special thanks to all the fans who purchased my books and short stories in recent months. For you see, my quarterly royalties check was mailed out to me. No, I'm not rich and famous enough--yet--to quit my day job and embrace writing as a full time career. (I wish!) But I did make enough to take my wife out to dinner over the weekend in celebration of our fifteen year wedding anniversary. We went to one of our favorite restaurants, the Bavarian Lodge in Downers Grove, Illinois where I enjoyed German bratwurst, spatzels and red cabbage. And this is the only place where I can find mead. Being the case, I was sure to have a couple of glasses.
Again, this fine dining was made possible by all my adoring fans. Thank you all!
As a boy, I remember the simple act of going over to the water tap in the kitchen, filling a glass with cold water and... DRINKING IT! Oh my Gosh! Imagine drinking tap water? But this is what people did for many years, and we turned out fine.
Today, however, people have a need to purchase special water in plastic bottles to protect themselves from consuming whatever imagined diseases and poisons there might be. Of course it's understandable if your tap water is nasty tasting. Rotten egg water (over-abundance of sulfur in the well) or even a municipal well like we have in my town, Frankfort, that doesn't taste all that great: people like us prefer bottled water.
The only complaint I have with bottled water is the fact that so many people crack open a plastic bottle, take a few gulps and then seal it up. From there it remains in the car for some days or in the backyard until it is thrown out in the trash! Some people even carelessly whip these bottles of water out onto the highway!
Now, correct me if I'm wrong; but I don't think plastic is a biodegradable material which means that discarding a plastic bottle out on the side of the road or even the garbage means that the water will be trapped in that bottle, forever! Water is one of Earth's sacred elements that hydrates and rejuvenates all living creatures and plants. Is that any way to treat an ancient element that has been in existence for millions of years?
Simply open the plastic bottle and--maybe--dump the contents in your bird bath so that the winged creatures can enjoy it. At the very least, why not dump the used water in the grass so that it returns to nature?
This is what I did one morning last week. Someone cracked open a plastic bottle of water in my car and then left it there for a few days. Surely no one would claim it. And so I proceeded to dump it in the front yard grass.
That's when I noticed a heart-stopping sight. It was an early-morning jogger running down the streets--a woman--who wore a pair of tight shorts in such a way to showcase her bouncy, bubbly butt!
"Wow!" All I could do was watch in amazement.
Then I wondered, "Assuming she's married, does her husband know she is out showcasing her beautiful ass in such daring shorts?" At least she doesn't have the macho husband in today's short story.
Today’s featured writing, Bluejacker, isn't doing so well in the major catalogs. I believe maybe the concept isn't fully understood. Let's see... there's a macho, possessive, Hispanic husband with a gorgeous Hispanic wife who must endure being locked up in the house and never to go out unless her husband is with her. Even when lying out in the sun in the backyard, the wife must do it when the husband is not home. Again, he won’t let her out of the house!
That's when the ice cream man notices the gorgeous, Hispanic woman. He sneaks up to her house and behind the bushes and hijacks her cell phone to send her adoring messages. This hijacking technique is done with the Bluetooth--hence the name "blue jacking". As you can imagine, an entire romance is born out of this "blue jacking".
A man of power, wealth and irresistible machismo; Hector quite possibly possesses the most beautiful wife a man could ever wish for. Sandra is everything to him. Not only is she beautiful, but she learned through her mother-in-law’s merciless training of how to cook for Hector. And Sandra cares for the enormous, mansion-like house as well as the children. Any woman would agree that Sandra has the happiest life one could ever wish for. This is why she most-often remains confined to the home. Why would Sandra want to leave? Where would she possibly want to go?
It’s not just her sublime happiness that encourages Sandra to remain shut-in during Hector’s absence. In addition, Hector has given Sandra strict orders to never leave the house without his permission. But what if Sandra suddenly needs something from the store to make dinner? Most often, she must call him for he is usually at work or doing business.
It could be early afternoon when Sandra nervously dials her husband’s cell phone number. After a few rings, Hector answers. “Yeah?” He always coldly answers the phone to his wife in this manner. This is the way that a beautiful wife should be spoken to so that she knows her position to be submissive.
“Hi!” Sandra’s youthful voice greets him through the receiver. “I forgot to pick up some chorizo from the store over the weekend, and I’m making dinner. Do you mind if I go to the store? I won’t be long.”
There’s a slight pause. “Chorizo? What do you need chorizo for?”
“I’m making a dish for dinner that uses chorizo.”
“I’m not in the mood for chorizo, tonight. Why don’t you make some chicken? Do you have chicken?”
Sandra is immediately interrupted, “There’s no need to go to the store. Make chicken for tonight. Stay home and don’t go anywhere, understand?”
Sandra quietly sighed. “Yes... Okay... chicken it is.”
With that, Hector abruptly ends the call with no “goodbye”. A beautiful wife needn’t be given special treatment or spoken to kindly on the phone. It’s how a man of machismo treats his wife. And every woman so strongly desires to be treated this way.
From the moment Sandra’s eyes initially met Hector’s, she immediately felt weak at the knees. There was something about Hector; something in his look that was like fire. He definitely had the eye of the tiger and was most-certainly a powerful man. Hector had money and was so handsome. And he treated Sandra like a princess with all his charm, gifts and romantic vacations to faraway places. But Sandra learned of just how macho Hector was shortly after the wedding.
It was the day upon returning from a two-week honeymoon that was a romantic tour of Europe. As Sandra settled in and made herself at home at Hector’s mansion, she was soon informed of her upcoming duty as housewife.
“Momma will be coming to stay with us for about month.” announced Hector. “She’s arriving tomorrow.”
“Your mother?” asked Sandra. “Why? Is everything alright?”
“No, everything is fine with Momma. It’s you. If you want to be my wife and cook for me, you need to learn from the woman who does it best. Momma is going to teach you how to cook for me. Forget about everything that your mother taught you about cooking. Those were recipes for your father. I want you to cook for me! And you can only learn how to do this from Momma.”
Being newly married, Sandra was excited to learn the recipes of Hector’s family. She wanted to make her husband happy and looked forward to bonding with her mother-in-law. But little did she know that Hector’s mother had no intention of becoming friends with Sandra. She would soon arrive to break Sandra’s spirit; make her worthy to be Hector’s wife.
And there was something else about that first day back from the honeymoon; something that served as a revelation to her husband’s machismo. Hector announced, “I’m going upstairs to workout, now. Make yourself at home.” Hector went upstairs and worked out for nearly an hour. Then he called down to his wife. “Sandra! Sandra, could you come up here?”
Such a good wife; Sandra immediately sprung to her feet and ran upstairs as ordered. “What is it, Honey? What does my Hector want?”
Hector pulled off his sweaty t-shirt and threw it on the floor. “Do me a favor and pick that up. Put it in the laundry for me.”
Sandra was flabbergasted, nearly outraged. “What? Hector, I can’t believe you! Why would call me up here just to throw your shirt on the floor and tell me to pick it up.”
“Just do as I say!” ordered Hector while pointing at the sweaty t-shirt. “Pick that shirt up and put it in the laundry! When I tell you to do something, you do it, understand? That’s how our marriage will be. When I speak to you, you listen. And when I tell you to do something, you obey. That’s how it works with husband and wife.”
That was the day Sandra finally learned that her husband was macho!
One afternoon, Sandra thought she would escape the confines of the house and just sit outside by the pool for some sun. Aside from being beautiful, Sandra has a gorgeous, Hispanic body. Cocoa-dusted skin with smooth cleavage, curvy hips, a bubble ass and luscious thunder thighs; one look at her would cause any man to hyperventilate and burst in his pants!
Hector knew this! And this is why Hector installed 10-foot stockade fencing to perimeter the property along with thick bushes and trees. If Hector ever wished to sit outside by the pool with his beautiful wife, he wanted to do so in privacy. No man could look upon his wife and enjoy her beauty! Sandra belonged to Hector. This is why she remains confined to the house throughout the day. And rest assured, no peeping eye can see beyond the stockade fencing or thick bushes.
Feeling safe with Hector gone for the afternoon, Sandra sat outside on the deck of the pool in nothing more than a two-piece bikini—the same bikini that Hector ordered she never wear unless he is with her.
How Sandra wished that Hector allowed her to have Internet and texting on her cell phone. Surely, all the other wives in the neighborhood had this privilege. It would be nice to chat with people via text, or even have a Facebook account to keep in touch with family and friends. But Hector was so possessive and jealous. This is one of the costs of having a macho husband. Many freedoms once enjoyed are taken away.
Hector allows Sandra to have a cell phone for the sole purpose of staying in touch with her. If ever needed, he simply calls Sandra’s number to give her orders or find out what she is doing at any given moment. Each month the phone bill comes in the mail, and he inspects the call history for any strange numbers. A couple times he actually found a suspicious one-minute phone call that would have been made around 2:30 in the morning.
As-if fearful for her life, Sandra swore with teary eyes that she never called or answered her phone at this time of day. Upon investigation, Hector concluded that it was some routine maintenance installation from their cellular provider. But he used the incident to remind Sandra to never call people without his knowledge.
Today the cell phone lay on the side-table next to Sandra as she soaked in the sun. If Hector would happen to call and ask what she is doing, Sandra could tell a white lie and say she is inside. Again, she is not permitted to leave the house or even go outside without his permission.
Suddenly, the phone buzzed on the table, as-if receiving a text message.
Startled and confused, Sandra grabbed the phone. How in the world could she receive a text? Hector blocked this feature from her phone!
The screen read, “Accept file, ‘815-277-9756: You have a gorgeous body’?”
Needless to say, the message frightened Sandra. The number didn’t belong to Hector or anyone that she knew. Was a stranger nearby and watching her?
Again the phone buzzed with another message, “Accept file, ‘815-277-9756: This is a Bluetooth message. I think you’re hot and just want to tell you that.’?”
Sandra knew that her phone had Bluetooth functionality. Apparently someone figured out how to hijack his way in and directly send Sandra a message, just to tell her that he liked what he saw. And that’s when Sandra’s curiosity perked up. You see, ever since being married, Sandra rarely received attention from other men. How could she? Hector forced her to stay at home. She could only leave the house with Hector, and this included the weekly grocery shopping. Starved to know that other men found her attractive, she remained indecisive of what to do with the Bluetooth invasion.
Sandra’s phone buzzed again. “Accept file, ‘815-277-9756: Open your legs so I can see the outline of your pussy.’?”
Sandra raised her hands to her agape mouth. How dare a stranger hijack her phone and say something so naughty? Yet Sandra secretly enjoyed the rare moment of dirty talk from a stranger. She lay back in the chair and opened her thighs while imagining a stranger enjoying the sight.
“Accept file, ‘815-277-9756: Ah... that’s it! You must have a beautiful pussy!’?”
Sandra nonchalantly smiled while casually rubbing her inner thigh as-if unaware of the Bluetooth messages.
“Accept file, ‘815-277-9756: You can text me. Let’s chat.’?”
Now that was a problem. Despite how lonely and desperate Sandra was for a little attention from a stranger, she was unable to text. Hector blocked this featured from her cell phone, and probably for good reason! But then maybe there was a way to do this through Bluetooth. The stranger was sending messages this way. Why not Sandra in return?
After some moments of familiarizing herself with phone settings, Sandra figured out that she simply needed to name her phone with the intended message so that the recipient received this name during a Bluetooth file exchange. She would not, however, include the phone number. What if the stranger called? Hector would be outraged to discover a multitude of phone calls from a strange number.
And what sort of file do you suppose Sandra sent? She took a picture of her pretty face and sent it via Bluetooth with the name of her phone being, “I can’t send text messages. I don’t have texting on this phone.”
“Accept file, ‘815-277-9756: Hey, thanks for the pic! You are so pretty!’?”
“Accept file, ‘815-277-9756: Don’t have text messaging? Why not?’?”
Sandra changed the name on her phone so that it read, “My husband won’t let me.”
“Accept file, ‘815-277-9756: Husband won’t let you? He must be possessive of you.’?”
“Yes he is. Very!”
“Accept file, ‘815-277-9756: I don’t blame him. You are so gorgeous!’?”
“Thanks. I don’t get to hear that very often.”
Suddenly, Sandra’s cell phone rang! It was Hector!
“Hello?” Sandra answered while leaping out of her chair and carefully walking towards the stairs of the deck as-if not to alarm her husband.
“What are you doing right now?”
“Um... I’m just sweeping and straightening up the deck.”
“What are you doing outside? You don’t need to be out there. Get in the house. I thought I made it clear not to go outside unless I’m home.”
“Sorry, Baby” By now, Sandra had opened the sliding glass door and made her way into the safe, air conditioned house. “I thought I would make the outside look nice.”
“Don’t you have something else you can do? What about dinner? Did you make dinner?”
“Yes, I have that in the slow cooker. We’re having your Momma’s cochinita pibil.”
Hector sighed. “Well, I guess if you’re looking for something to keep yourself occupied, you can scrub the bathroom tile down. I noticed it’s looking a little dirty. Don’t you ever wipe down the walls in the shower?”
“Of course I do, Baby.”
“They’re starting to look dirty. Clean them. And stay in the house!” With that, Hector abruptly ended the call. Sandra was given new orders that had best been carried out by the time Hector came home.
Just then, Sandra’s cell phone buzzed with another Bluetooth message. “Accept file, ‘815-277-9756: Hello? Are you there? Where did you go?’?”
Sandra Bluetoothed back, “Sorry, that was my husband. I’m not supposed to be outside.”
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