”Get your shit together man!”


Valis scowls as he views Celeste’s backside lovingly give a hug to the Haitian man, named Geraldy.  At that moment, all he could do is shove the gear stick into first, and rip the auto down the road like a crazed maniac behind the wheel. Not killing anyone with his reckless behavior, Captain Valis returns to his housing safely, but in a very strange dark mood.

He sits in his UN Truck for a few moments, trying to figure out just what the hell happen to his behavior. After he dropped Celeste off, he was confused, angry, bewildered, and sexually charged. He was feeling emotions, that he had never experienced before in his life time meeting a woman that made him do reckless actions. He gets a small whiff of her lingering scent and pounds on his steering wheel.  What made him even more madder and troublesome…he couldn’t control his manhood, or his thoughts about the strong woman who lit a fire under his boots.  It seemed like he was in a battle between his earthworm Jim, and his thinking head.  Both playing out a mission, on it’s own regarding the wild American cowgirl he was attracted too.

Her eyes, captivated him the most, even though it was dark out, he could have sworn her eyes were different colors.  “I will look into her eyes the next time I see her,” he spoke out loud.  No sooner did he say what was on his mind, his thoughts relived the sedative frisk job he gave her.  Causing his worm to get even harder he barks at his boner, ”Get your shit together man!”

If that didn’t add fuel to his fire, he then thought of her scent.  “Oh God woman, I can smell you more now than ever, like wood, or earth scent.”   Valis took in a deep breath, relishing in the intoxication of her lingering scent. Slowly his thoughts invaded his memory of her. He touched the Stag horn handle of her knife inside his boot.  Her strength; strong, muscled, shapely body that molded perfectly against his body.  Her mind wreaked of wisdom, sure-footed, stubbornness, extremely mysterious like spiritual, and very dangerous…”Oh, shit!”  The Czech man yells out while cradling his head with his hands. “I need a cold shower, and a good bottle of whiskey! This woman has me all jacked up, I can’t even control my thoughts anymore!”

With a loud growl and in post haste, he got out of the truck slamming the door, and enters his housing unit. He grumbles out loud as he walks down the hallway. “I wish I could understand her language!”  He states in his native Czech tongue with a frown.  He didn’t even recognize the guard saluting him as he passes him by in a huff. Not noticing the shocked glances in the walk way by his soldiers over his bitey comments to himself, Valis stomps his feet harder on the marble floor heading to his room with his dandruff riled up to the max.

Breakfast is served, Haitian style!

Coconut Tree in Haiti

As everyone gathered into the courtyard of the school, discussions were heard about who goes where, and what tent cities needed the most help. Celeste sat and listened to all the different languages, while admiring the paintings on the concrete walls, the history of Haiti.

Before she knew it, she was handed a cup of strong coffee by one of the Haitian women who rode in the car with her last night; her name was Chantile.  Loving the aroma of the intense bean scent, she took a sip and opened her eyes wide! “Holy, Toledo woman, this is some Mississippi mud! Man, I feel some hair will be growing on my chest, if I keep drinkin’ this stuff!” Celeste smiles mischievously at the confused Haitian girl, who didn’t understand Celeste’s English. Geraldy busted out in laughter watching Celeste’s screwed up face expressions, and the confused look of the young Haitian serving girl, thinking she disappointed the American Cowgirl.  Geraldy then explained to Chantile that Celeste was joking around with her.  Chantile’s grin was breath taking for a young lass in her late teens, as she gawks at Celeste with shyness.

“I’m hungry Geraldy, I brought some Venison Jerky with me and would like to share it, but it has some green chili added on to it. Do you think they would like some?” Celeste questioned Geraldy.  “You know Celeste, the Haitian’s have never had jerky, especially from a deer.  I am sure they would like to try it, and we do love spicy foods.”  Geraldy commented back to Celeste.  Quickly, she ran up the stairs and got a bag of the jerky and headed downstairs.  She passed out the dried meat to everyone, even the American helpers from New Mexico.

Smiles and delicious remarks were given to Celeste about how good her jerky was.  She explained to the French people as Geraldy translated, that she and her husband goes out into the woods, and shoots a deer to store the meat for winter.

Since Celeste didn’t know any French, she became animated with her body language.  The people began laughing hard, watching Celeste act out her hunting skills, as Geraldy created the story that was being told to him by Celeste.  They learned that she hunted not with a gun like her husband used, but with a bow and arrow.  Everyone was involved with the story, till Chantile took a big bite and started to chew on the dry meat.

Without notice, the poor girl must have gotten a good bite of some hot green chili seeds, that was dried onto the meat. Her mouth was on fire!  She ran quickly to the kitchen and got herself some cold water.  Wrong move on Chantile’s part thinking the cold water would cool her mouth, instead it intensified the heat of the chili. Celeste asked Geraldy to ask if they had milk.  Nadia went into the kitchen and came back out with a glass of milk, handing it to Chantile with a giggle.

When Chantile drank the milk, it indeed helped with the fire.  Everyone smiled and giggled at Chantile being weak from the heat, especially Geraldy. She then looked at Celeste and smiled. Celeste offered another piece to her, which she quickly refused. Nadia spoke to several gentlemen, with haste Celeste watched one man shimmy up a Coconut tree and threw down two ripe coconuts.  She was in awe watching these strong young men climb that tree without any help! Before she knew it, there were several other Haitian men on top of the roof where Celeste slept, trying to help the other men out.

They skilled-fully opened the coconuts, and handed the fresh meat to Celeste. She smiled with glee, never having the pleasure of eating a fresh coconut before. Immediately Chantile pushed her way towards the men, begging to drink the milk that was inside the coconut. Celeste views and chuckles silently as Chantile tips the coconut to her mouth, drinking as much as she could quickly.

“What the heck is that smell?”


The minute Celeste walks through the metal doors of the Montessori School, she takes survey where she will be staying for several months. To her it was perfect environment for children to learn and be safe. The courtyard was large and cozy for everyone to come together and mingle with an attached open kitchen. The two story school had over nine classrooms with a huge computer room. Even though it was evening time the cowgirl knew the person who owned the school took tender loving care to create a clean environment. She marvels at the tall coconut tree ready to bare fruit as Nadia speaks out for everyone to find their own rooms. Celeste checks out the Haitian lady who rode in the UN auto with her as she spoke out, “Our school is closed down for a while because of earthquake.  Everyone make yourselves comfortable for the time being. There are two bathrooms upstairs.  One is good with shower and toilet, so we all must share the private space until we fix the other bathroom that has many toilets.  I am sorry for the inconvenience as we seek out funds to help make our repairs to school.”  Celeste listens to Geraldy translate Nadia’s words.

The humanitarian’s separate quickly to find their places to rest.  The cowgirl waits for everyone to leave before she approaches Nadia. Besides, she would be damned if she told anyone she was chicken shit to sleep on the floor or in any of the rooms, because of cock roaches. She views Geraldy searching out for his room, and kindly ask Nadia quietly if she had a roof top she could sleep upon outside under the stars. Nadia gives her a puzzle glance, “Cheri, I do but you are more than welcome to sleep in any room you want too.”  Celeste picks apart the medium size Haitian lady’s broken English words with a heavy French accent.  The Haitian lady recognizes the stranger struggling to comprehend.  She stretches out her hand for the cowgirl to take and said, “Follow me Cheri I show you.”

Celeste follows her up the stairs.  She smiles to herself having the top of the building all to herself.  She thanks the lovely lady and watches Nadia leave her alone.  She unpacks her air mattress and begins the process of blowing it up.  When finish she lays on her mattress and stares at the evening skies. An over powering smell of burning smoke invades her nostrils.  “What the heck is that smell?” Celeste asks herself.  She doesn’t have time to ponder on the scent when a vision takes place in her head.  Reliving the frisk job the captain gave her, the cowgirl’s body starts to respond of need, want, and lustful desire. She tosses to and fro on her air mattress while contemplating why the hell the man treated her so harshly.  At four in the morning her eye lids finally closes.  The American cowgirl had about a half of hour of peaceful rest when a rooster starts his daily cock-a-doodling.  His doodling starts a chain reaction effect with the other nearby roosters until they’re calls finally wake her up. She tries to nod off here and there for a little while, but got fed up with their roosting.   She sits up with her legs crossed, frustrated, and wishing she had her slingshot to shoot the shit out of the roosters.

Instead of fighting the noise, the half breed chants her morning Cherokee song to the breaking of the dawn.  When finished paying homage to Mother Earth, she views the sunrise peaking over the horizon.  She sits quietly in the early morning light reviving her spirit for the day until she smelt brewing coffee. “Okay, no sleep today.  Let’s hope I can catch up on some Z’s later tonight; besides, I got to get this G.I. Joe boy out of my mind!” Celeste stands up to stretch her tall body awake, and heads downstairs to the wonderful deep aroma of Haitian coffee.

Well don’t let my eyeliner and perfume confuse ya darlin’…I can go from make-up to mud in three seconds.


Celeste wasn’t going to wait to shut the door when she bolted out of the UN auto.  Her feelings for this stranger, discombobulated herself into a void.  After all these years of marriage, she never found someone more interesting, or who sparked her sexually more than her husband….until now! Jesus, Mary and Joseph were her panties soaked by Valis’s frisk job.  She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this turned on by a man’s touch.

She quickly boogie’s over to Geraldy and hugs him tightly in greeting. They break apart casting rays of glee upon their faces.  In his English French accent Geraldy becomes serious, “Celeste, I swear you gave him a”…Geraldy thinks hard and quickly remembers…” A cowgirl show down.”  Celeste giggles how silly Geraldy tries to sound western.  “Do you know who he was?” Celeste shakes her head no. Geraldy informs her with merriment, “He is the Captain of the UN SWAT team? Didn’t you see the emblem of UN on truck?” She shakes her head no and loses her smile. Geraldy couldn’t be mad at his friend; he understood why she went hey wired on Valis. When he saw how strangely the man was acting towards Celeste, he knew it was a matter of time the man would experience her American might.  He shines with pride at his friend, “You really did impress him with your slingshot. I saw his eyes bug out of his head when you hit the billboard in the dark fast as lightening.” Geraldy roars with laughter.

Geraldy’s happiness meant the world to Celeste. She didn’t want to lose her friendship just because of this bizarre mishap. Besides, the dark colored skin man was the first person the half breed allowed to ever get close enough to herself, except for her husband. She enjoyed the gentle man’s company immensely, and knew he would sooner or later forgive her reckless actions; but never did she expect him to make light of the situation. She hears Valis rip the gears in his auto and raves the engine before take off.  She spins her head around to give the truck a scowl and views the mucho macho man racing down the road.

Celeste smiles at Geraldy, “Shit, damn dude I thought I was in a heap of trouble when he took my knife out of my boot.” Geraldy processes what Celeste told him, and then realizes she said something about having a knife. “Damn it I left my weapons behind!” Celeste stomps her feet.  He sternly gawks at her and demands, “What….you had a knife hidden on you inside you’re boot?” The cowgirl smiles and nods her head yes.  “Celeste, you’re a crazy woman what were you thinking? You can’t bring your cowgirl ways here!  Your husband would be angry with me now if he knew I let you get in trouble?” Celeste ponders on his statement for a split second and said in a husky low tone, “Be damn lucky I didn’t bring my lasso or whip.” Geraldy opens his eyes wide in fear, “Have no worries I didn’t bring them. However, know this…don’t let my eyeliner and perfume confuse ya darlin’…I can go from make-up to mud in three seconds.” Celeste quickly re-insures her friend.

“You will learn Geraldy, I take responsible for myself! My husband does not control me nor does any man!  I am just bless that he understands my wild side, and knows I am not shy about dealing with situations by myself. Anyways, your stuck with me until we go home, so let’s hope nothing else happens. Except I will get my weapons back or at least my grandfather’s knife even if I die trying.”  Celeste takes her cowgirl hat off to get her hair out of her face and places it back on her head. “Ya know Geraldy, I warned you before we left New Mexico it might not be a good idea I come to Haiti. I hope you don’t live to regret your decision.”  Geraldy smiles at his friend and nods his head no.  “I am sorry for causing trouble back there at the airport, but I couldn’t let those thugs take our supplies. You have already lost a lot of goods through customs that could have made a difference for your people. I just couldn’t let those bandits take our supplies, k-no?” Geraldy gives his friend a wink with his eye in the dark, ”You truly are a rough and tough cowgirl, Celeste. But from this day forward try to control yourself or you might end up in jail!” They gather their luggage and step through the school’s metal doors, and the only thing on Geraldy’s mind is to call his cousin’s in the morning to escort them everywhere safely.