No Ordinary Love

Part One San Diego I was standing in the doorway of the hotel room, my heart vibrating in my chest like I was next to a mega watt speaker blasting disco music. It was one of those awkward moments when you just had sex for the first time and you think it was great but you don't know if he was all that impressed with your deep throat skills . 'This is the first and last time, Keara. Your husband, after all, is my best friend and partner. I feel awful.' Nick said with a huge sigh. Reality check, thank you. 'But Nick, I've never ever cheated on David till now, you drive me wild. Tonight was incredible. Don't tell me you didn't feel it, too. I truly love you.' Big panic attack was happening across my chest and my stomach was in major knots. If I didn't see him again, I would definitely fill up the tub and get a fresh razor and slash away! 'Bye, Keara,' he said, forcefully gripping the doorknob. I flew out the door. I had to pick up my seventeen-year-old daughter, Taylor, who I supposedly was with attending the Lollapalooza Concert for the last sixteen hours. I can't believe I had dragged her into this mess. Yes I can. I'd ask the devil for his help to get Nick. I had to pretend I was at a drug infested, muddy moshing, heavy metal rock concert, me who was sixty days sober and a Sinatra fan. I had just spent the last sixteen hours making love, saw the play 'Tommy', ate Chinese food, licked Ben and Jerry's coffee fudge almond ice cream off Nick private parts by candlelight and made love again and again. Then Taylor called saying the concert was over and wanted me to get her. She sounded like she was just coming down probably on coke all day and drinking, following her mom's footsteps. As I was heading toward the address on the paper in front of me, I could see her sitting on the curb, her head between her legs in my headlights. 'You're late.' Taylor groaned. 'Get in the car. We have a lot of work to do. You have to tell me in detail about the concert, plus I'm freshly showered and smell like soap. You look and smell like shit. What the hell happened? How am I going to look like you in twenty minutes?' 'I'm so sick.' she muttered, 'but I had the greatest time. You should have been there Mommy. You're a D.J., after all! I got to go in the mosh pit and Brad was there. He got me totally stoned and drunk. Two girls got crushed to death in the parking lot.' Mmm maybe I should share this with my AA group. I was running out of time. I would be facing David in less than twenty minutes fresh as a daisy and walking in with Miss Manure 1994. That's it! I screeched my 86 convertible black Mustang to a halt in front of the park, which was completely uphill, perfect for rolling down it which in the daytime countless tiny tots did just that. Now it was my turn to have a crack at it. There was just enough light from the moon, just a touch of dampness and lots of grass and dirt for me to roll in. It was now two a.m., I prayed for no cops to drive by. How in the world would I explain this? I knelt down on all fours. Taylor just shook her head from the car. On the count of three I went for it and rolled around, laughing out loud to myself. After about three times of this, it was no longer fun. I wondered if I did this kind if thing in my childhood. My therapist had suggested I was sexually abused because I can't remember a thing, not even a simple pleasure or loving moment that combined with being a full-fledged alcoholic by age seventeen. Obviously, I'd be in therapy a very long time. Back to reality, I needed to be more dirty and sweaty, the nerves would kick in when I would see David's face, so that would take care of the sick part. I took globs of dirt and started pouring it on my head and taking my finger tips, combed it through my thick hair. Now for the sweat. 'Taylor, I need you to drive the car home. I'm going to jog along side till I get nice and sweaty.' I got a really evil look with this suggestion. 'Please,' I begged. She crawled over to the driver side acting like at any moment she could heave. She pulled away from the curb at a nice pace. I anxiously looked around for Men in Blue, still could not explain this event to them, jogging beside my mustang at two thirty in the morning while my daughter who was coming off her high was driving the car.