30DM2W III - Day 11

Succubus

In a blaze of red-hued and slightly clouded glory the sun began it's western descent. There was something metaphorical about that sunset because it was the last one I'd see at the dude ranch. My visit to the desert was coming to a close.

And as I thought about that Elton John song where he wails "don't let the sun go down on me" something more than metaphorical was happening to me as Dylan, unlike the sun, was going down on me.

"Dylan" I said half asleep " just what do you think you're doing?"

She looked at me, through honey blonde hair hanging across her face, and whispered devilishly "Wake up, Jack, I'm a succubus."

Honey, I thought, you can suck anything you want but I said "Babe, you might want to think that through because if you succubus you're bound to burn your lips on the tailpipe."

The moment was broken. She started to laugh, an endearing hiccupping giggle that got me going too. And as our laughter subsided we looked deeply into each other's eyes and I thought hey, I can see my reflection in her eyes.

But that thought quickly flew from my mind as we began to kiss, tenderly at first and then passionately. And then… Well, I'm not gonna go there. See the movie. Suffice it say our passion played out faster than Canadian men winning the gold and silver medals in the Olympic mogul event.

And so my week at the dude ranch on the hunt for the 3 Amigos killer came to an end. I hadn't found the man called Horse but I did go to a Zombie concert. I had thought about the Grateful Dead. And I  met Dylan. Sigh, imagine. Dylan and the Dead all in the same week.

And as if she could read my mind or see the look in my eyes she pulled me to her and whispered "You ain't going nowhere."

And you know what? I wasn't.

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