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When is your loving animals safe from a DOG NAPPER?
FROM LAMESILLA, NM
ON: 7/20/2016 @ 7:15 am
THIS CORGI’S NAME IS “DOC” Registered name: Sir Caradoc Haul
He is licensed with the County Rio Arriba, He is licensed with Espanola Animal Shelter in vaccines. Stolen from our ranch for the third time, Doc is a 6 year old neutered male up to date on shots, well mannered, loves squeaky toys, loves people, but not other dogs. And he fears thunder storms too. He is tan and white with black blanket on his fairy back. He has a white spot on crown of head and one between his top shoulder blades. He is a full blooded Welsh Primbrook Corgi licensed and registered in his breed under my name Dawn Martinez with the Corgi Association. We have contacted the county police and state police but they will not handle animal issues. Also our Animal Control is on the issue but is limited what they can do to have our son return home.
What in the hell is the man thinking coming to her simple domain in the wee hours of the night. Celeste could careless regarding her predicament of being without clothing, so if the man dared to invade her space he will have to deal with the consequences. She inches closer to the UN officer to see his facial expressions as she scrutinizes the man under her hawk vision. Valis was lost what to do or how to act as he gazes into her different captivating color of eyes. Instead, he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes to linger upon the sensation she produced inside him.
Celeste views the captain intently. Her mind privately begins to discipline her wild thoughts. “This is not your husband, bad girl…bad! He’s just another man who will treat me horrible.” Instantaneously, her mind snaps to the sexual side of Valis. “Oh, god up in heaven how wonderful it feels to be aroused again.” Celeste could feel herself becoming wet with desire. Valis ventures onward and calmly embraces the half breed. He brings her closer to his clothed body. Celeste is on cloud nine to feel her body calling to mate with the stranger. She questions herself for instigating further contact with the man until she realizes he is smitten, an actually wants to have sex with her. “OMG, I am desirable! It’s not me?” Over and over the words filtered inside her mind. For many years her body had laid dormant to a man’s touch, since her husband lost his desire to preform a simple love making act. Now at the present moment all she wanted to do is bask in the glow of two people coming together. Yet she rashes out her marriage status not to start something she would not be able to finish.
Valis felt the change in her body immediately, he opened his sexy eyes and gave Celeste a dreamy glare. Celeste didn’t know what to think, especially when he is staring at her with love sick eyes. “Come, my moon do not deny me.” He could see inside her pupils the deviation. “Did she understand me? I am losing her what am I going to do?” The minute Valis thought it, he strengthens his embrace and barks out, “Women, you think too much!” Before Celeste could react and flee, Valis plunges his kissable lips upon the American woman.
“Sweet lips of Mary he taste so yummy…oh heavens above save me.” Celeste screams inside her head. He locks her wrist together behind her back as his lips demanded more action. He didn’t want her to pull away, so he held her firmly till he felt her body soften to his need. Tingles of joy of being alive by another man consumes her soul. She did not fight the captain, instead her body willfully gave up to his callings. Tenderly the taller man puts his soul and body into the beautiful lip lock. “I feel…I feel, free…” Celeste whispers inside her head privately until she realizes she must stop dick teasing the man. Valis dominates her lips again when she gives hesitation. Unable to resist the man any further, she wiggles her wrist to be free of his strong hold and moves her hands in a therapeutic dance. It didn’t take long for her touch to make it’s way towards his hips. She takes a bold move and tightens her arms around his body. His manly scent is intoxicating and strong even if he wore man cologne. Caressing his backside slowly, Celeste memorizes every ripple of his muscles with her fingers. Valis whispers out when he comes up for air, “Very nice Cheri, come purr for me.” Celeste had no clue what the man said and didn’t hesitate to ponder on his words. She engages by placing his organ against her heated bare muffin. With lazy movements one of her hand’s slid down to his buttocks. The second she felt a familiar object, the half breed breaks the bond from the heated kiss and quickly snatches her weapon out of his pants pocket. The cowgirl happily does an excitement dance!
“Yahoo, hot diggity dog! I got me weapons back!” Celeste was so happy to see her weapons, she acted like a little girl who just received the best present in the world while dancing on the rooftop acting like a fool; Nevertheless, she stopped and quickly stated, “You have my knife, slick?” Valis smiled and presented her aged grandfather’s knife from his military boot. She looked at her Bowie knife lovingly and hugs it to her chest. Even in the dark her smile took his breath away as she said happily in her funny tone, “Thank ya kindly sir!” With no warning she jumps into the captains arms, and gives him several pecks on his lips with gratitude.
Her earthy scent captures his nostril and his erection to the brink of ecstasy. Never in his life has he held a woman who gave him such pleasures. His mind is full of mixed emotions how to handle the sexy vixen. So in one fell swoop, he acts out his thoughts and picks her up gently. Cradling her in his rock hard abs, he walks over to her bedding and laid her down gingerly. Valis takes the time to allow the moonlight to bathe her golden color skin in it’s brilliance. It made him want to howl at the moon…his moon, he thinks deeply and privately to himself. Celeste dropped her treasure weapons by the side of the bed to focus on the hunk.
Bending down upon his knees his left hand slides under her head. He cradles her globe perfectly in his large hand. She licks her lips seductively. He dips his head to meet her waiting wet lips. Tongues carefully explore without restrictions, Celeste held one side of his face with her hand. She begins to stroke his cheek with her thumb while accepting his tender kisses. She felt his hand move in snail pace towards her hot juicy canal, she spoke to her mind quietly, “Touch, me Wah-ya, I am wet!” Without a shadow of doubt, Valis heard her voice and replied in a husky tone, “I will Mi Amour.”
Celeste immediately halts her action, she squirms out of his control and rolls off her air mattress. She quickly stands up with a wild look in her eyes, and blurts out, “You heard me?” “Oui,” Valis replied with a smile and added, “How could I not. You said loud?” Valis proclaims. It takes the cowgirl a second to pick apart his dialect to recognition, “No, I did not, say it loud! How could I when your lips where upon mine?” Celeste states firmly while giving him a dangerous baffled glare. Valis is confused with her change of heart and English words. She places her hands on her bare hips and pops off, “I think ya need to leave buckaroo!” Valis takes a few large steps towards the woman and quickly grabs her arms. He shoves their bodies together in a beastly bear hug. “We are not finished here, Cheri!” he clamors out with anger.
“Oh hell yeah we are Captaine!” Celeste tells the man to back off in spicy spunk. Both never wavered from their cause. Finally his grip lessens upon her, and lets her weight slip through his arms as he stares at her with intense eyes till he knew her toes touched the roof. “Next time careful what wear wild one when sleeping. You never know who watches.” He gave her a wicked grin showing his pearly whites. Without haste, he turns around on his heels heading for his escape route. She views him disappear over the rooftop. Quickly she bent down, grabs the sheet to cover her naked body. With speed she ran to the edge of the rooftop, where she watched his zooming truck speed down the narrow road.
Celeste touches her lips and stomps her feet while saying, “Shit, damn, shit damn! Why did I call him Wah-ya? It means wolf in Cherokee, and he heard me! I did not give voice to those words!” Celeste looked up into the dark morning sky asking for answers when a revelation came to her. “How stupid I am, so stupid…He’s the wolf, the wolf I dreamed about for many years. And now that I’m a thinkin’ only soul mates can hear one’s thoughts.” Celeste becomes furious at herself for not spotting the connection a mile away. “I should have never come to Haiti!” Celeste barks out at the moon and sits down on her bed to cradle her aching head in her hands. “Why, didn’t I just accept the knowledge grandmother gave me? Perhaps, because people will think I am nuts!” Celeste spits out loud. After a few moments she settles down and whispers to no one particular. She stares at her weapons, “Oh Lordy, lordy! I’m in a heap of trouble!”
After the Czechoslovakian soldier left Celeste, he swore he would not see her again; consequently, for several days he struggled with the light whisper of her kiss. He relived the scene of his lips barely touching hers, over and over again until his body would ache, tingle, with unspoken sensations. He found himself doing stupid things, and not paying more to details in his duties. In the end it left him more confused, and wanting her more. Several days had passed, when Valis had had enough, of the Indian cowgirl invading his every waking thought. For some reason he kept having strong thoughts about returning her weapons.
Tonight the thought of giving back her slingshot and knife, was overwhelming him. Since he couldn’t sleep, he quickly dressed. Left his home with her weapons, and decided with determination he was going to just sex her, and discard her afterwards.
It didn’t matter to him if she was married or not, he was going to do her! He found himself in front of her school, at 2:00 a.m. in the morning debating with himself. What the hell, am I doing? Why the F*&%, am I so intrigued by her? She isn’t that pretty, she’s moody, rude, dangerously strong, but yet there is something special about her, like earth, and a kindness that I can’t explain. Not to mention, she has a banging body, that fit perfectly to mine? The minute he thought the words his joy stick rose! Frustration began to enter Valis’s thoughts when he popped off, Oh, boy, even you are under her spell, damn it, man, what the hell is going on here! Valis pounded his fist on the steering wheel of his truck. When he got his composure under control he realized how late it was, and how silly he must look beating up his car. Then a wicked thought invaded his mind, and without cause he grabbed her weapons on the passenger seat and opened his door, shutting it lightly. He scanned his trained eyes towards the building. The thought immediately came to him to shimmy up the wall to the rooftop. The minute he thought it out he found himself climbing the wall!
Nothing prepared him for the sight he was about to see as he shimmies up the schools wall in stealth. When he reached the top of the roof he saw Celeste’s nude figure glowing under the half moon’s light. The rays of the sun perfectly caressed her body allowing him to take full advantage of viewing her quietly. Oh, Cheri, you are truly beautiful! He whispered. Every part of his body was humming with electrical currents, as he soaked in the beauty of her golden body. What is she thinking, sleeping outdoors like this? Why does she not sleep, in one of the many rooms? His mind suddenly went blank. Gently he bends down on his knees to stare silently at her for forty minutes.
His next move, was his undoing. Mr. Sex-Pistol, became uncontrollable when he picked up a long blond strain of her hair, and tickled her nose with it. He sparkled to himself as he watched her wave her hand lightly across her nose. He so wanted to giggle out loud, but refrained. Deciding to torment her a little more, he tickles her again with the strain of hair. Celeste wiggled her nose like a rabbit, then tried to swat away the bug again. This time Valis couldn’t control his laughter, he chuckled lightly out loud, waking Celeste up.
Celeste’s eyes immediately opened, to the smiling captain. “What the HEY, DUDE!” She shot out, in an Indian tone at Valis. “Awe, Cheri, me thinks I have never seen anything as beautiful as you, goddess of the moon!” Valis snickered devilishly. Celeste didn’t understand his comment until she watched his hungry deviance eyes scan her naked body. She grabbed her sheet, and covered her body. Her head was swimming with thoughts of how he got up to the rooftop, and knew she slept under the stars.
She recovered from the shock of seeing him. With haste, she told him slowly, and clearly in a angry southern drawl tone. “Dude, how’d the heck, did you get up here? And what time is it?” “Shush, or you will wake everyone up. It is 3:00 a.m.” Valis offered mischievously. “Okay, slick, let me see how you got up here?” Celeste stood up with her sheet covering her body. She took hold of the captain’s hand lead him to the edge of the rooftop. Then pointed to the possibilities. Valis smiled, and showed Celeste where he crawled up the wall. He then turned to look into Celeste’s amused eyes. “That’s wicked dude!” Celeste praised the captain as she scanned the tall brick wall taking note where he could have placed his hands.
Valis was lost, her smile was breathless. Her tone of voice told him she was impressed. If that didn’t grab his attention enough, she had carelessly dropped the sheet. Put her hands on her hips, and smiled at Valis, “That’s pretty good dude, pretty good.” Valis’s eyes widen with excitement as she exposed her nude body to him, and the people who walked the late night street, freely. Valis could no longer control himself, he pulled her nude body into his. Celeste’s eyes broaden. “It is time Cheri, only you and I, oui?” Valis lightly mumbled to her. Celeste, realized her folly of dropping the sheet, when she felt the hardness of the soldier. Oh, Nuts! What have I done…
For the next few days, Celeste was engulf with giving aid to the Haitians. Day and night, she worked diligently. She was still trying to figure out why, she stated to the little girl, to “stay out” of her play house. Since no thought came to mind, she just let it drop, and continued on her merry way.
When evening came around, Celeste decided she wanted to help out in the kitchen , and learn the Haitians cooking style. Chantile was beginning to pluck a chicken for dinner, when Celeste walked into the kitchen. Celeste watched her skilled hand begin the process. Celeste immediately stopped her, and acted out that she would do the task. Chantile’s eyes widen and smiled, gladly to pass the task on, she handed the chicken to Celeste. In no time at all, Celeste produced a bald chicken, but when she asked for a knife to cut the legs off and clean it out, Chantile handed her a dull large blade.
Celeste smiled, and told Chantile she would return. She ran up to the rooftop, and got into her backpack. Searching for her knife, she realized then that the captain still had it. “Damn, it, that ass, has my knife. Well, at least he doesn’t have my blade sharpener. I think I could sharpen that blade for the time being.” Celeste said, quickly leaves to grab her sharpening stone, and returns to the kitchen.
Celeste was bless, that she had not seen the captain; but, she missed her knife, and slingshot. At times, she tried to figure out how she was going to get them back, without seeing him. She could careless about the slingshot, it was replaceable, but the aged old knife was NOT! “Please grandfather, I want our knife back, make him bring it back to me!” Celeste silently spoke to her dead grandfather, while sharpening the knife.
Dinner was delicious, when everything was cleaned up, Celeste excused herself. The need to be alone was pressing upon her. She was so tired. The lack of food, sleep, and all the drama that surrounded her started to weigh heavily upon her body.
In no time at all, Celeste said her evening prayers and went to bed. The evening was very muggy, she could smell rain coming with the gentle breeze flowing. As she stripped down to her birthday suit, she laid her head down upon her bed staring at the stars, and moon. “I have to find a way to get my stuff back from that foolish UN man.” Too many thoughts filled her mind how to be sneaky and get her treasures back. A grin crosses her lips when realizing the man dug her sauciness and soon will return. In less than a few minutes her eyes droop as she falls asleep.
Celeste had a busy day as she drove to a plantation that Geraldy wanted her to see, and give her opinion as a Rancher how to perfect their irrigation flow. The Haitian men were surprise how smart of a woman Celeste was. She worked out a plan perfectly for the mango plantation since obtaining materials were very hard to come by in Haiti. She showed them in drawings the less cost, and how a little more hard labor, digging longer canals, and reusing their rain fall, would have their farm up and running smoothly, in more than a year. That is; if Mother Earth played nice with Haiti. Geraldy translated all her words making his people understand that Celeste was a successful producing rancher in New Mexico, and knew what she was talking about. He added, her irrigation was old schooled too.
After several hours of debating and educating the Haitian’s, the tall American woman smiles to Geraldy, “I guess our work is done, you ready to go too AHAMES? “No, no, no…you must eat something before leave?” One of the men states with care. He softly calls out to his daughter. A few minutes passed by when a lovely young teenage girl approaches with a platter full of fresh mango. The shy young lady calmly advances to Celeste, she scans the half breed’s tall backside from hat to boot in wonder. Unsure of herself she lightly clears her throat. Celeste spins around to view the interruption. The little darling eyes widen in disbelief as Celeste views both of her eyes dart back, and forth on her two tone eye color in shock. The half breed was use to the reaction, she instantly reaches for a piece of mango, and puts the fruit in her mouth. The cowgirl gives the young local girl a wink with her green eye, and smiles wickedly to her. The little girl grins beautifully showing her missing front tooth while nodding her head at Celeste. “Your mango’s are delicious sir! Do you have any to sell?” Celeste inquires in her unusual husky voice. A older man with gray around his temples speaks to the young girl in French. The girl places her platter on the table and speeds away as fast as lightening barefooted.
She returns with a box loaded with mango’s and hands the box to Geraldy. Celeste quickly got into her hand-made deerskin backpack, and produced a fifty dollar bill. The old man quickly tells the cowgirl the fruit was free for payment of her knowledge. Celeste understood about trading services, but they could use the money right now. She looked upon the little girl, and motioned for the little girl to approach her. Hesitantly, the girl steps towards Celeste. Celeste reaches for the small palm, and slid the fifty into her tiny hand. Lovingly, the cowgirl closes the little girl’s palm and blew a kiss upon the fist. The little girls eyes was calm, when she felt Celeste blow on her hand. The men stayed quiet, watching the scene unfold. For a split second the ladies lock eyes for a silent scan. The half breed blinks a few times at the girl an is rewarded with a vision. Celeste wrinkles her brow in worry. She knows not why but she states to herself, “Stay safe, little one…please stay away from the broken down home you like to play in for two days.” On a dime the shy girl beams with joy as she heard the private telepathic connection the American woman whispered out. The little girl immediately gives a wink back at the mysterious half breed. The Haitian girl returns the powerful lady a private note she will obey.
“Okay, Geraldy, let’s go. One more stop then home sweet home!” The cowgirl shakes her head to attention ready to leave the bizarre moment behind. The men were staring dumbfounded at each other. The little girl happily turns on her bare feet, and left the outdoor scene. Celeste grabs Geraldy’s hand, and escorts him out of the cozy plantation land. “Celeste, did us men just miss something between you and that little girl?” Geraldy questions her in spookiness. She replies trying to keep a cool head, “Nope, let’s go!” They both got into the waiting vehicle, and when Celeste looked out her window the extra special girl was waving goodbye. Celeste views the sweet shy girl as the vehicle zooms away hoping her vision would never come true.
The little girl smiles at her palm of money from the cowgirl. In French, she blurts out to the back of Celeste’s retreating auto, “Merci, dame spéciale! Je vais tenir compte de vos paroles.” (Thank you, special lady! I will heed your words.) The men chuckled at the giddy girl. Her father questions his daughter, “She did not speak to you silly girl, why you say that?” With a joyous grin upon her face, she knew what she heard without words spoken between her and the cowgirl. And she was not gonna be foolish not to heed the warning! Because she too was special….extra special. 🙂