Climbing into bed naked, feeling her naked form press into me – quite possibly one of the most comforting and relaxing sensations I’d ever felt – and I soon found myself nodding off.
I dreamt that first night we were together. A strange dream of a white van that kept zooming around in my vision, while I tried to chase it off, attempting to protect Kat from harm. At one point, the van almost had her, some hands grasping her, when everything turned to swirling snow. I was the size of a snowflake, and tiny golf-ball-sized colored things were swirling around me, as well as the larger snowflakes. Then this light shone on one particular snowflake. As I floated over towards it, I saw it had red hair and green eyes, Kat’s face materializing on one of the arms of the snowflake. The flake moved and was covering her head, then moving up and down. I was suddenly aware of a pleasurable sensation, as I watched snowflake-Kat’s face move up and down one of the arms of my dendrite snowflake. Dream-world slowly faded away to a semi-dark gloom, where I felt warm, hot lips wrapped around my cock, bobbing up and down. I blinked the sleep away, and smiled at Kat, only to moan with the pleasure she was giving me.
“It was poking me, so I couldn’t resist, plus, I had to get rid of it somehow.” The smile in her voice was cute, endearing and heartwarming. Not to mention sexy.
“Oh Kat…” I moaned, running my fingers through her red curls, watching her give me amazing pleasure. A few minutes later, I was groaning my release, watching her swallow every bit. She crawled up toward me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. I started moving to repay the favor to her, but she stopped me.
“Just hold me, I’m sleepy.” She yawned, punctuating her point. I spooned up behind her, and we fell back asleep. No other dreams came to me the rest of the night, and well, most of the morning. Thanks to the blizzard, still raging, it appeared, the only way to tell the time was from my cell phone.
That second day in the cabin, we watched our final movie, the terrible action flick – and it was indeed terrible – made love some more, ate an amazing cooked meal (I couldn’t even pronounce the name) talked more, took a nap together, made love again, showered, and found ourselves sitting in the main room, me fiddling with the radio, trying to find a station that could update us on the weather. Kat had taken out her sketch book and was working furiously on something. I let her be, to focus on whatever creative vision she had. Station after station played music, or talk shows, even a Spanish channel (I didn’t know a lick of Spanish, which was funny, considering I grew up in a state that bordered Mexico), before I finally found a weather report.
“…indicates the blizzard that was in effect until 9pm has been canceled. Light flurries are expected to continue through the rest of the evening and night, with accumulations less than 1″. Snow and blowing snow advisories are still in effect until 5pm tomorrow.”
I turned the volume down, and glanced over to Kat. She was focused, probably hadn’t heard the news report. I rose to go over and tell her, but she suddenly looked up and halted me.
“Wait! Don’t move! Sit!” I sat down, startled. I looked around, trying to figure out what she was seeing. “Just a few more minutes…” I watched her work, scribbling, flicking, shading with her fingers – it was quite the sight to see. “Ok, sorry about that.”
“That’s ok. I heard a weather report.”
“Oh, good! What’s the scoop?”
“No more blizzard. Just light snow, less than 1″ expected.”
“How much do you suppose actually fell?”
“Hmm…” I checked my cell phone for the time. “If it snowed solid since we got in here, perhaps from 4′-8′. Unless the rate dropped at some point.”
“Holy shit! That much? Is that like, a new record?”
I thought for a moment. “Nope. A town west of Denver got over 5′ in one day, back in the early 1900s. This was a big blizzard; don’t get me wrong, just not the absolute most.” I walked over to where she was sitting, wanting a peek at what she was drawing. She saw me and stood up.
“Oh yeah, I got inspired to draw a more abstract piece.” She stepped aside, allowing me to sit in the chair. I’m glad I sat, because I was once again, absolutely blown away by her artwork.
“Oh my… Kat, this… everything you’ve drawn has been awe-inspiring and has taken my breath away.” There on the paper, Kat had drawn an image of a cabin, looking much like ours, with snow swooped up the sides of it, such that just the roof and a little chimney were essentially poking out the top of a mound of snow. But what really captivated me, was how she somehow superimposed an image of me, wearing lab goggles, looking as if I was mixing something into the cabin, while keeping the snow at bay. And again, behind my back, were wings, like an angel, and that similar lighting effect around me. I don’t know how she got two images like this on the same page. It looked like a photoshopped effect.
“… Katherine White…”
“Wait,did you hear that? The radio – it said my name!” Kat rushed over to the radio and turned it up.
“… as one witness reported seeing a white van driving out of Phoenix, Northbound on I-17. Authorities have expanded their search to include Flagstaff, among other Arizona cities. Neighboring states have been notified of the search for the missing girl, now believed to be kidnapped. Anyone who has seen Katherine White, or has information regarding her whereabouts is encouraged to contact the FBI Crimestoppers at ~”
Kat turned the radio down again, flipping it to the couch.
“Holy shit… it sounds like one of those Dateline specials…”
It did indeed. The FBI was involved now. I wondered what would happen first – the FBI finding us, or the snow melting or getting moved so that we could leave. I knew one thing for sure: Katherine White was truly a fascinating and exciting woman to be around.
*****
Chapter 7
We sat there, a bit dumbfounded, confused, scared even – well at least I was. Kat looked somewhat excited.
“This is gonna be on the news.” She was staring off into space, her hands clasping together and fidgeting.
“Uh… it already is, I believe.”
“No, I mean televised, probably nationwide. I wouldn’t be surprised if international news picked up on it. I mean, my dad started dealing with some exporting.”
“Exporting?”
“Yeah, like, beef products, certain dairy products, lettuce… those kinds of things.”
I thought for a second, recalling all the information she’d told me, especially about the family she suspected was ultimately responsible for her kidnapping. If the McMahon family, probably those damned twins, wanted to use some land in Phoenix as a ‘base of operations,’ what better place than one that’s already established and had the perfect front? “Paul? You look lost in thought. What are you thinking about?”
“Oh, I think I found, well, I have a hypothesis as to why the McMahons have been stepping up their ‘attacks’ on your family’s business.” I took a sip of the water I had next to me. “I suspect that he’s looking for a ‘front’ to do shady business deals – perhaps trafficking to Mexico, as you said. If he had an established and well respected name, there probably wouldn’t be as intense scrutiny of any shipment leaving with the White name branded on it.”
“Fuck…” Kat’s gaze unfocused, staring at a point somewhere beyond where I was sitting. “That would explain…”
“Explain what?”
“Some of the other issues we found on our properties – particularly our warehouses where trucks came and picked up goods to transport them. Slashed tires on the trucks, chains wrapped around axels…”
“I wonder if the McMahons even realize how minor and inconsequential these things are?”
“There’s got to be more to it though. They’ve always raised their kids to be shrewd and cunning. I heard the conversation my dad was having with the board a while back. They’d been monitoring what McMahon had been doing with his company. Everywhere they looked – the income statements and balance sheets and other financial reports, other areas of public information – it all suggested that there was something shady going on. Things that should have been prohibited, regulated, restricted, they found these things were still running. Oil rigs in Texas that weren’t up to environmental standards but never got shut down or changed, even cases where the EPA had been called in to investigate but no report had ever been filed, at least publically.”
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