Valis silently ponders to himself, “What is the matter with this woman? Is she going crazy on me?” He views Celeste try to filter her thoughts in her mind, till her eyes almost bugged out of her head with realization of her situation. “What did I do? Does she not trust me? Or was it my frisk job that scared her off?” Valis questions himself. His earlier blunder comes back to the UN officer. He had trouble keeping his attention on his duties for two days when he addresses his unit. It didn’t help much when he was receiving vivid vision’s of his hands exploring the lusty’s American’s body. His undoing was when he called one of his Spanish men, Hi-a-lee. He knew he was in trouble the minute the words left his mouth. The man gawks at his captain dumbfounded and said, “Sir, my name is Hilario, not Hi-a-lee?”
“Damn it, man, I know that!” Valis barks at the young man in anger. Hilario is confuse and questions himself, “What is the matter with him? Why did he call me a girl’s name?” Hilario overhears the men chuckle under they’re breath. He has not heard about the American Indian women yet. However, Valis’s crew overheard the conversation between Celeste and their captain on the auto’s radio. Valis, didn’t realize that he left his radio on when he called into headquarters to alert them of the possible danger with the school bus.
Hilario glances at his comrades and then back at his captain. He overhears someone say, “Perhaps, the captain needs to check you for weapons.” Valis heard the man’s comment and immediately springs into action, “You got a problem, boy?” Valis barks out in a dangerous tone. “No, sir, sorry Captaine!” The rest of the men kept their mouth close not wanting to rock the boat. Valis walks over to the window and goes into an embarrassed trance thinking about his mistake. This is the first time Valis’s men have ever witness a weakness from the Lone Wolf. Valis comes to the conclusion his men found out about the American girl. How did they find out? He tries to ponder on what gave him away, but couldn’t find one. He is wasting time when one of his men dares to help his captain out, “Sir, my I speak, sir?” Valis gave the man a threatening glare. The man instantly regrets speaking up.
The young Spanish man named Marcos is nervous. The room is secretive enough to hear a pin drop on the floor. Sweat beads form upon his brow, he steps forward and speaks, “Sir, next time sir shut the radio off in your car!” Valis’s eyes flew open wide! For a few moments everyone of his men held their tongues as they view their captain’s face. Valis recovers quickly and smiles at his men. If he gave them any warning of how stupid he felt by being caught with his pants down, that would be the end of his “Lone Wolf” statue. The young man relaxes after seeing Valis smile, and decides to step back into line. It is very quiet in the room when Valis announces out, “Okay, men I need to do something important your all dismiss.” The men didn’t hesitate they left the room with smiles on their faces. Valis waits for his men to leave him alone. He comes to the conclusion he will visit the wild one. He turns around on his heels stating to himself with a smile on his lips, “No matter what happens…I will take control of her!” Valis blinks out of his private thoughts when Celeste bores her orbs into his soul. He realizes at that moment staring into the mysterious woman’s eyes, the American woman was not going down without one hell of a cat fight.
Celeste was flabbergasted remembering the contents of her Cherokee grandmother’s letter. The minute Valis touches her hand, the current of his sexual energy overwhelms her reasoning. She is unsure how to handle the creepy sensation of knowing someone had a handle on her path of life. Realization kicks her in the rear as the half breed has a private conversation with herself, “It was Valis! He’s the one who belongs to the earth. That’s why I was having those dreams and visions of late.” Her eyes shift to and fro trying to remember the exact words in her grandmother’s letter. A certain sentence in the old letter pops into her mind, “He will be stronger than you in body, but is your equal in mind.”
Geraldy tries to capture the cowgirl’s attention and calls out her name. She hears nothing as childhood memories flood her mind. “So grandmother’s words were true.” The half breed’s skin crawls with goose bumps as she finally grasps the ordain shit inside her head. “I shouldn’t be here…why did I come here?” She reasons with herself in worry. Valis is confused how Celeste suddenly went inside her head, and has a conversation with herself. “Is she nuts?” Valis wonders, “Why are they calling her Celeste? Isn’t her name Hi-a-lee?” Not knowing what else to do he clears his throat trying to catch Celeste’s attention. He views her lips mumble words silently. She didn’t even glance at the G.I. Joe man.
Celeste gawks at the ground deep in thought of her memory of the foreordain words. Geraldy gently touches her arm. “Huh?” Celeste grunts out and glares at Geraldy in a bewilder state. “You okay, Celeste? Where did you go just now, or are you going mental on me?” Geraldy jokes tenderly. He stretches out his hand for her to take. She blinks her strange eyes several times at her friend and takes his hand to follow.
“This is not fair…damn ordain Indian crap. What have I gotten myself into? I should have known better not to come to Haiti!” Celeste questions herself sharply while sitting down in a plastic chair. “Celeste what is wrong with you?” In deep concern Geraldy inquires to the baffled Celeste. Shaking her head clear, the spiritual woman gets a eye full at her friend, “Nothin’ is wrong. I was remembering something along ago.” She sizes up Valis’s massive body in yawp. “He probably thinks I am loco (crazy) in the freaking head? Well, I am so why not give him a little piss and vinegar, and scare him away from me?” Heat boils inside her mind to defy and control the out come.
Without warning the American woman blurts out to Valis in a bothersome tone, “What ya doing here slick? Didn’t ya get enough of my body two days ago?” Valis didn’t understand her sharp comment towards him. Geraldy chuckles and translates her comment in French to the captain. Valis gives Celeste a threatening look. Celeste dangerously returns his stare daring him to make a move. Valis breaks their connection an asked Geraldy in French to translate his words to Celeste. Celeste could careless at this point what he said; she quickly takes a large swig of whiskey from her metal flask. Valis scrunches up his brow viewing the hickey lady’s behavior. Celeste wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, and then turns her attention upon the foreigner ready to do battle. “I want my weapons back today, buck!”
Celeste tried her best to keep her composure while checking the captain out. But being so close to Valis, made her feel like a shy little girl with her first crush. She remembered him in his uniform, not the black mysterious outfit he was wearing. Without a hat on, Valis was to intoxicating not to stare at. His manly features were handsome, strong, and extremely yummy looking to Celeste. Oh…fudge, he’s hot…I’m in trouble, flooded Celeste’s mind of Valis….He’s too damn young for me. God, let me run my fingers through his… Her mind stops, when Valis touches her hand lightly, and brought it up to his lips.
Well, I be dipped in chocolate, is this the same dude as yesterday? Celeste reasons with herself while feeling embarrass by the captain’s gesture. The only person who ever kissed Celeste’s hand was her childhood tutor. Geraldy quickly stopped the connection between the two, and let Celeste come down off the stairs to join the others in conversation. Celeste was thankful Geraldy couldn’t read her body language, or she would be in big trouble.
Valis couldn’t take his eyes off Celeste. Her earthy scent was captivating him into dumbness! He didn’t want to gawk at her, but couldn’t help himself. The energy was to strong between the two. Valis had a hard time controlling his personal examination. She seems much different than yesterday. Celeste looked more like a young lady with her hair piled upon her head, and wearing a summer yellow short dress with no shoes on. As he views her long strains of hair escaping the lose fitting bun, he finds her hair accents her oval face and high cheek bones to perfection. Time stood still as the silent pair is speechless checking each other out. So her eyes are two colors! Valis thought to himself. Damn…she looks like a wooden nymph. His skilled eyes didn’t miss too much of the strange American woman. He scans her from head to toe! Her skin is darker than most for being an American? he questions himself.
When Valis looked into Celeste’s strange eyes once again, he felt her spiritual energy telling him inside his head to stop looking at her. He knows not why he answers her back out loud, but in his native language, “Promiň, nechtěl jsem zírat.” (Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare) “What the hey did you just say to me hombre?” Celeste spoke out in a baffled husky tone. She glances at Geraldy to help translate Valis’s spoken words. Geraldy shrugs his shoulders in a “I don’t know” fashion.
Celeste then turned her attention back to Valis, he recognized her confusion on her face and realized he had spoken in his native tongue. Slowly and clearly, Valis spoke his broken English to Geraldy. Celeste was able to catch a few of his words, but was more intrigued by his sexy accent. Sheesh….his heavy accent is hard to understand. I wonder where he is from, Russia? Celeste picks apart his language to herself.
Geraldy answers Celeste’s private thoughts that Valis was from the Czech nation, and was here to check on their group. “Bull-shit,” she said inside her head, as she views into Valis’s intoxicating honey colored eyes. He kind of looks familiar but knows she has never met the man. She shakes her head out of the crazy idea when suddenly a vision of a man pops in and out of her thoughts. Scrunching up her eyes, she shook her head in a no indication, and glares deeply into Valis’s eyes. Valis senses the wild cat is battling demons to keep her composure. Geraldy knows something is bothering his friend. The half breed is boinked out of her thoughts when she realizes he is the same man from her childhood dreams. Stunned….It can not be? Is this my soul mate! Celeste starts to question her thoughts as she remembers a long time ago. Her skin crawls with acknowledgement something strange is brewing. A letter of long ago pops into her mind written by her Cherokee grandmother.
When Celeste arrived back at the school, she was wiped out and hungry! All she wanted to do is take a shower from the sweaty, hot, debating day. Geraldy, opens the school’s doors where Celeste was greeted by many new smiling faces. Putting her happy face on, she waited till she met everyone, then excused herself for a shower. “Do not be long, Celeste, dinner will be ready soon.” Geraldy spoke to her as she climbed the stairs to her rooftop with heavy feet. “No worries, be done in a few moments, I just want to rinse off,” Celeste replied back.
In no time at all, Celeste felt refresh from the cold shower. She decided to wear a pale yellow cotton sundress, that was light an airy for the evening. Her unruly hair was another story. She had never really had her hair cut, a task she did herself. Celeste was a rancher and earthy woman. Never having the time to really take care of herself, she thought the long hair was easier to manage. She loved her easy methods of styling her hair. The only styles she wore were braids, pony tails, and buns; and since her waist long, golden curly hair was becoming frizzy with the humid air, she put it into a bun. Letting a few wisp’s of her curly hair frame her oval face, she was ready to head downstairs to mingle and eat.
As she looked over the edge of the rooftop, she had a clear view of the courtyard, where many people were talking seriously. Celeste spotted an interesting white man, who was wearing black attire. He was involved in a serious conversation with Geraldy. Quickly, Celeste headed for her luggage, pulled out her flask of whiskey, and went downstairs. When she was stepping on the last step, Geraldy met her at the bottom and said. “Celeste, Captain Valis and I were discussing customs, please join us.” Celeste didn’t have time to take her last step, when Valis immediately stood in front of her, and took her hand to kiss. She so desperately wanted to back away from his touch but held firm her stance on the stairway
Celeste’s stomach became full of butterflies. The pure mention of Valis’s name sent her mind in a whirl. As she watched him lightly touch her hand and bring it to his lips, her body began to hum with excitement. OH…fudge he’s hot…I’m in trouble! Celeste said to herself trying to control her legs from buckling under the captain’s touch. He is handsome more than she remembered in his civilian clothing. His clean manly scent drifts under her nose as she dares to peak at his honey colored eyes. Valis is lost for words when he touches her hand. All he wanted to do is capture her intoxicating scent before she took her hand away. He smiles at Celeste in a pleasing fashion, and notes without her cowboy hat she did indeed have two different color of orbs.
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It took Geraldy and Celeste all day, to fuss and fight with customs. Celeste was madder than a hornet when she found out that, not all his supplies was there in holding. Some had been taken, and no one was telling the truth! Listening to everyone argue in French about AHAMES facilities goods, she decided it was time to open a can of whip ass on them.
Celeste stood up from her chair in her cowgirl attire in a huff, and let everyone have it in her southern drawl tongue with a dangerous tone. “Okay, y’all, I am so freakin’ sick of listenin’ to y’all bicker back and forth. Y’all got me pissed off now! All of ya, are a lyin’ like a no-legged dog, and I am gettin’ sick of listenin’.” Everyone was silent, as they were trying to figure out what the American woman was blasting out in her strange tongue. Geraldy tries to translate her language into French while his friend rants and raves in anger. Trying not to laugh, he pronounces her words as best as he could. He takes note the stunned faces watching the cowgirl explode in frustration.
“I’m a thinkin’ y’all pour piss out of a boot with the instructions written on the heel. I want the supplies by tomorrow, or I am gonna get the USA Military and important American officials involved. Your bickerin’ is killin’ me! So what’s it gonna be, because y’all better give your heart to Jesus, cause your rumps are gonna be mine in a minute?” Celeste stood with both hands on her hips, staring at each person privately. Scaring the Haitian’s, they knew that she was at her breaking point with their arguments. Sadly, the Haitian’s didn’t understand Geraldy’s translations of her slang words.
Celeste stated one more time in a stern voice, “Sweet Jesus, y’all are cold enough to freeze the tits off a frog! Where are our supplies?” Geraldy lost it, unable to contain his laughter anymore when she said her last statement to the Haitian’s, his peer’s give him an odd confused gawk in help. A very tall and large Haitian man in uniform approaches the American lady. Celeste doesn’t back down she gives him her full attention. He speaks to her in broken English with a strong hint of French. And in the end, Celeste got what she wanted and walked out of Customs late in the evening tired to the bone from all the negative fighting. Geraldy’s heart soars with love and couldn’t be anymore happier with Celeste standing up for his medical facility with cowgirl flare.
When Celeste took to the streets with Geraldy and his cousin’s to head to Customs, nothing prepared her for the morning sight of what she saw! Since she arrived in the night, she couldn’t see the destruction, until now. Celeste wanted to cry, but held her emotions! Her eyes were wide with amazement on the devastation of Haiti. She watched people littered the streets trying to make heads or tails with their situation. As they passed many buildings and homes, she couldn’t utter a word. Celeste felt the desperation, lost feelings the Haitian people were feeling. At one point she is positive she saw dead bodies of Haitian people hanging out of openings, or trapped inside their crumbled homes. Realizing they tried to escape, but lost their lives at the same time.
Celeste was engross with everything she was witnessing. Feeling the need to check her back pack for her slingshot, the American woman tries to find her weapon and realizes that the captain still had them. “Snap,” she speaks out loud. Geraldy quickly questions Celeste what was the matter. “I forgot my dang slingshot and knife, damn it, the captain has them.” “Celeste you must forget about them, he will not give them back!” Geraldy aforesaid. “The hell I won’t forget them, no one keeps my goods, Geraldy!” With that said she puts her back pack down on the floor of the auto returning her gaze upon the horrific sights.
Celeste notes a huge burning pile that was smoldering with smoke. Her eyes lock onto a scrawny looking dog digging into the pile. She was stunned when the dog ran away with his find. Inside the dog’s mouth, was a burnt arm from some poor Haitian person. Celeste quickly turns and gawks in silent straight ahead, lost for words. Now she knew what that funky smell was. There was no need to ask Geraldy what the smell was, and the black haze smoke that covered Haiti….it was burnt bodies!
Trying to absorb all that she was seeing, Jean starts to drive like a crazy person on the packed streets. Without warning, Celeste got the crap scared out of her when Jean almost came onto a head on collision with another auto. “SLOW DOWN, WATCH OUT…Holy crud dude you’re wicked behind the wheel!” Was all she could say, bringing laughter to the men. She lowers her head so she didn’t get the shit scared out of her watching the man’s driving. When they arrive at customs to check on the medical facility’s supplies, safe and sound, Celeste let out a deep breath. Happy to get out of the car, she quickly stood and said, “Y’all are CRAZY!” Geraldy chuckles and said this was normal driving for Haitian’s. The cowgirl shakes her head in wonder how one could survive the intensity of Haiti’s traffic.
After breakfast, and the laughter of watching Chantile down the coconut milk to sooth her burning mouth from the green chili jerky. A manly scent drifts up into her nostrils, she shakes her head to clear her crazy thoughts of the UN man. Celeste felt the need to wash the captain’s spice off her body. She could clearly smell his scent all over her more now then ever. Excusing herself, she proceeds up the stairs to the rooftop to gather her clothing and heads to the shower room.
She views their crude way of showering and decides when she returns she would fix their showers and toilets somehow. Realizing that the school had no running hot water, she made do and scrubbed her body with her sandalwood soap till she had gotten rid of Valis’s fragrance. Her hair wreaked of his essences as she washes him out of her hair. Her thoughts immediately remembers his husky words whispering into her ear. I think your wet let me check…. Her body begins to react with lust, “Oh, HELL no…get the f^&% out of my head!” Celeste barks out inside the bathroom in her southern drawl. “What the hey, am I a thinkin’ about that jerk for? I sure in the hell don’t want another man in my life. I already have enough trouble of my own with my husband,” she comments in a worry note.
With that said, she shook him out of her thoughts, and hurried to get ready for the day. The plan was for her and Geraldy, to go to Customs and try to obtain the medical supplies they were holding for his medical facility. When she finished getting dressed she stomps her foot in anger realizing Valis had her grandfather’s knife and her slingshot. Unable to do anything about it, she hurries down the stair way with her homemade deer skin back pack and wearing her cowgirl attire to meet Geraldy’s cousins.
Two handsome Haitian men stood tall the minute they take notice a tall American cowgirl entering the courtyard. Both were over six feet tall with beautiful smiles. To Celeste the dark men were huge and muscular. She allowed her mental spiritual thoughts to do scrutiny upon their souls, and felt their beautiful personalities would be safe to hang with. When the introductions were completed, they left the school and attacked the busy roadways that were littered by Haitian people moving to and fro. Thank god, for this busy traffic, because it kept Celeste’s mind busy not to think of the captain!
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.