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DON'T BE TOO FAMILIAR
Jacob sees red. The rage exploding in his being is absolute. Their
teacher "monitoring" the students' activities have his back turned away
from him and his cousin. This short span in time is the catalyst that
will change everything for both of these youths.
A classic competition between Jacob and Luke has bordered on a family
feud and ranged from best buddies to mortal enemies. Just now, the
comfortable relationship of close friends has just entered the red zone.
Jacob had finally mustered the courage to talk up Susy. That girl in
class is unapproachable due to her beauty and grace. How does any person
stay so perfectly groomed and unnaturally clean? The soft smell of
whatever soap she uses is intoxicating. If you are in close approximation
to her and she engages you with those deep hazel eyes, her smile turns
most adolescent male brains to mush.
Today Jacob maintained his wit and charm. He was making progress
impressing this young trophy female. Suddenly doubled over in pain, he
saw Luke's knee coming for his face. The grievous blow to his stomach was
about to be matched by his nose kicked by his cousin. Moving slightly
with the limited reaction time, Jacob manages to take it on the chin.
Flat on his back in front of Susy and Luke, Jacob surveys his injury.
"Don't be such a pussy, Jacob," Luke proclaims.
Seeing that the teacher's attention has been alerted, Luke reaches to
help his cousin up while stating that, "Jacob, I swear you are such a
klutz."
The audacity of Luke prompts Susy to laugh out loud.
"Yes, Jacob, don't be a klutzy pussy," Susy taunted, adding to his
embarrassment.
There were unspoken rules to their fights. Now will not be the time, but
retribution will be at hand. An awkward moment between the three
classmates and the authority in charge, who knows something has happened,
passes because Mr. Rudd doesn't care. He signed up for this duty to be
able to enjoy his cigars, not to break up adolescent mating tiffs.
Susy and Luke went off together, enjoying their attention garnered from
the impromptu display. Half of the class was looking on in a mixture of
curiosity and envy. They were always impressed with the way the cousins
seemed to get away with things.
"What made you do that to Jacob?" Susy asked.
Luke shrugged his shoulders. He had no clue why. It was merely what he
did. An impulse or something was all.
"Is it because you really like me, Luke Hoffstead?" Susy asked, thinking
her crush was finally taking the initiative.
"Naw, I punched him because he needed it."
"Holy crap, what did you do that for?"
Luke now stood shocked as he has never seen a hand move so fast. He was
aware that everyone was now looking in his direction. The loud contact of
Susy's flat hand against Luke's young skin seemed impossibly loud. The
handprint across his face will be there for another ten or fifteen
minutes.
Jacob was laughing and pointing.
"Because you needed it," Susy nearly screamed.
Denny was actively trying to figure out how the slap could have been so
loud. He even licked his hand and slapped his knee again, trying to
recreate the sound. Suddenly he saw red and black ants fighting at his
feet and became engrossed.
Jacob took the opportunity to pose a question to his classmates. "What
did Luke say that was so nasty that Susy beat him up?" This had the
desired effect. Everyone was now interested in what Luke did wrong and
enjoying Susy's bright red handprint on his face. For a moment, the
handprint disappeared as Luke's face flushed a similar color. It was
almost like special effects from old movies as the image reappeared as
Luke returned to his natural color.
How does Jacob turn all of these things around? I had him this time, Luke
lamented. Looking over at his friend/nemesis/cousin, Luke saw that this
was not over. Jacob is still mad. The last time he looked like that, it
was a little over a month before hanging out again. It was going to be a
dull month.
And why is Susy so mad at me anyhow, Luke wondered. Man, she packs a
wallop. "I might be in love," Luke thought to himself. He turned,
watching Suzy march angrily away with balled fists clenched at the end of
ridged arms held straight down. "Never would have guessed that Suzy had
that kind of rage in her," Luke thought as he experienced the fallout of
his impulse.
School is finally over. Jacob was abnormally quiet for the remainder of
his classes. This will be a day to go and explore the swamps. When he
isn't hanging out with Luke, Jacob reverts to being a loner. The other
boys are not enough of a challenge, and he can not stand suckups. Both
cousins were "A" type personalities, and that is where most of the
competition evolves. Tim has a challenging character, but he and his
family are the strange ones in this neighborhood.
Their small town is on the outskirts of Cameron. His father always
dreamed of having a homestead on the waterfront. Where they lived, you
could not chain up your dog due to the alligators. Jason stashes his
school bag and grabs his kit. Twenty-five yards down to his skiff, after
also grabbing some apples and the makings of a cheese sandwich, he was
underway.
Thirty yards out and he saw Luke standing on the shore with his hands
deep in his pockets, slowly kicking at some grass that the weed eater
missed.
"Well, he shouldn't have messed up my chances with Suzy."
Luke notices that Jacob is headed in a new direction. Jacob has his
favorite fishing holes. Luke guesses correctly that Jacob isn't going
fishing. Exploring was more like it. And when Jacob goes exploring, he
probably won't be back before Monday's class. Smelling of the Louisiana
swamp, he likely will cause Miss Fisher to open the westward windows on
Monday.
CHAPTER TWO
A miracle of miracles, where his father happened to purchase their home,
the river/swamp had an eddy that sometimes appeared that would float you
upstream with no effort. Today was one of these days. Due to the
topography on auspicious days, there will be connected eddies that
continue North. Jacob made a habit of checking for these weird currents.
They would seem to be a streak of calm water, slightly reflecting
somewhat differently than the rest of the body of water. Until your raft
or boat was on them, though, you did not know which direction you would
be pushed.
This strange anomaly brought sheer pleasure to a troubled youth. He did
not understand the science of it, but he sure would take advantage of it.
Dropping a line in the water, he knew it was only a matter of time before
dinner would offer itself up. Pushing a modified seat down through the
skiff floor to a more comfortable level, he could not wait to cage his
fish in his clever modification. In the shallows, the seat would be
raised; once in deeper water, the bottom of his chair doubled as a cage
for fish. You cant string fish here unless you want to feed the snapping
turtles or the alligators. Jacob was not fond of fish head stew.
As the sunlight heads over the bald cypress trees, the red hue they
reflect off their bark is inspiring. The dark, murky water makes for an
almost perfect reflective surface off in the distance. Suddenly,
converging eddies direct Jacobs skiff towards the shore. This doesn't
make any sense; eddies don't run towards a dead end.
No use, nothing Jacob does redirects his craft. Preparing to jump rather
than ram into the cypress tree branches, he sees that there is no place
to jump. Furthermore, the scraping of the boat causes the familiar sound
of alligators rushing into the water. Throwing his body down to the skiff
floor, he is rewarded by the boat pushing slightly down in the water and
coming up on the other side of the branches. The raft being free of the
tree's grasp, shoots along at an accelerated pace. Now in a small
tributary, he wonders if he is between two islands because it seems to
flow in the wrong direction.
The light seems more inhibited here due to the thick vegetation coupled
with copious amounts of Spanish moss. Jacob will make camp earlier
tonight due to the lack of light filtering in through the trees. Up
ahead, he sees a bend with soft earth and sand. Steering his craft
towards the inside of the bend is not easy, but with a little paddling,
he gets his skiff pointed in the right direction.
He was correct; the inside has a high bank. Tieing off his boat, he
scrambles up its side with his kit. A little kindling and his starter
kit, and soon he has a fire going. In his experience, it will take about
an hour to dry the area next to it before he can spread out his sleeping
bag. Going back to the edge of the embankment, he looks to see how many
alligators occupy the soft shore on the opposite side.
His float suddenly goes underwater, and he judges that the alligators
have not yet sensed the struggle. A caught fish can lure them in fast.
Down on the skiff, Jacob uses the oar to bring the fishing line up. A
nice Bass jerks the top of the water as he was coming up. Splashes on the
far side makes Jacob pull his knife and cut the line free. He judges that
he has about forty-five more seconds to get his dinner up the high bank.
Standing at the top, holding out his prize, he taunts his would-be
thieves as he watches his skiff rise and fall under the wake they have
created. "Not today, my friends, not today," Jason says to himself.
The morning brings the wetness of the dew as the fire died out some time
ago. Standing and stretching, Jacob admires God's creation as the
sunlight plays off the water droplets suspended in place on the Spanish
moss that is everywhere. Picking up his belongings, he looks to the far
shore and sees a few more alligators sunning themselves in the early
morning sun. Until they reach temperature, most of these creatures from
prehistoric times will be onshore.
His skiff is pulling upstream, still held in place by its tether. The
current is unusually strong. There is no choice but to see where this
will exit as there is no way back unless on foot. Jacob hopes that he
will make it back before school on Monday. Well, at least by Tuesday,
sometimes these things can't be helped. Back on board and again en route,
Jacob enjoys the light show. Until the sun is directly overhead, the
thick natural terrain only lets in the light permission it grants access.
The banks are becoming higher and unfamiliarly rocky.
"We aren't in Louisiana anymore, Toto." Suppose that was the dog's name
in that movie. Up ahead, he sees encampments on the South bank. Several
tents pitched, no one is in sight. An extraordinary place to have tents
set up in alligator country. A white sandy beach is only thirty-five
feet deep with a sheer cliff at least twelve feet straight up. "What were
these people thinking," Jacob wondered. If alligators came up, you could
not retreat. And he asked why there were no alligators currently
occupying one of the few sunny spots in this strange gorge. Come to think
of it, Jacob could not remember any goges on the maps he had studied when
they first moved here.
As his skiff approached this area, it seemed self-guided to land in this
ordained spot. A radio is playing inside one of the tents, which draws
Jacob's attention. Grabbing his wrist slingshot and steel round bearing
balls, Jacob pulls his skiff almost entirely onto the shore. Everything
is deserted. Turning off the radio, he surmises that that would be an
excellent addition next time he ventures out. He did not know you can get
reception out here.
Assuming that the campers must be downstream, he wants to understand the
puzzle before him as he has come from the other direction. Upon
inspection, footprints lead to the short cliff face. A large shadow
indicates possibly a small alcove someone may be hiding behind.
Alligators he understands, people, on the other hand, are unpredictable.
Loading his slingshot, he approaches with a wide berth.
No one is there. Instead, he finds a trail. The cannon walls have
separated sometime in the last millennium and left space for a single
traveler to gain access between them. If, however, someone has gone to
explore this canyon, where is their boat? And the radio was still
playing, and the batteries still have life. How long can the radio play
on the batteries?
There is only one way to find out, but Jacob is no spring chicken ( An
homage to another story ). Stashing his weapon safely in his backpack,
Jason shimmies up the canyon walls where it is narrow enough to do so.
Supported on both sides of the canyon, it is a feat of strength to choose
a side and go for it. It is made a little trickier since the top is
further apart than the bottom.
On top, it is surprisingly easygoing. A few crevasses to jump over, but a
modern-day sidewalk is not much different to transverse. The sunshine is
also much more abundant up here. And the sun is casting a shadow in the
proper direction so as not to alert anyone transversing the intended path
below. In a few places where the canyon narrowed, it was necessary to
jump to the other side. Seeing the end of this natural barrier insight,
Jacob noticed what looked to be a massive gorge ahead. The treetops have
not as of yet come into view, and his curiosity was gaining steam.
Voices could be heard. And their exchange did not seem cordial. One was
from a woman and the other from a man or teenager in distress.
Jacob understood that his presence is not yet known to them as their
conversation's cadence never changed. He was slowing his breathing and
approaching the edge as if sneaking up on prey. Jacob put himself into
the hunter's position.
Now in a position to witness whatever was happening, he covered his mouth
to avoid the involuntary sound that was imminent. The most beautiful
woman he had ever laid eyes on was addressing a young man caught in what
looked to be a giant spider's web at the end of the canyon trail.
The male was a good-looking chap. He alternated between trying to reason
with this woman to help him from whatever trap this was and trying to
struggle free. An unreasonable assumption that some giant spider would
appear and devour him seemed to avert his attention from her beauty.
"I am your spider, my dear."
She did not mean literally. Giant spiders do not exist, even in Texas.
She had called him to become her new familiar. Hers had met with an
unfortunate demise. Now she needed a new one. A whip is produced, and
she cuts him down with two snaps of the wrist. He then seemed to follow
her as if he had no choice.
Jacob remembered that there was an excellent place to climb down about
one hundred and fifteen yards back. He just had to see what was going on.
Reaching the exit of the canyon, he could see them entering her barn. A
full-on run to the adjoining hedge brought him into earshot of their
continued conversation.
The young man's name was Nicolas Kinkade. He didn't want to be there. Why
didn't he leave? Jacob had the idea that he knew why; she was an outright
babe. Looking through a window situated close to an old easy to climb
tree left Jacob shocked.
Inside, a naked Jacob is shackled to an "X" frame with a seat in the
middle that he now occupies. A cauldron with a ladle already resting in
its bubbling contents, sits poised to render its payload to whatever
victim is chosen.
Now seeing this woman in almost a straight-on view, Jacob is smitten. Tan
of skin with reddish-blond hair, green piercing eyes. A very fit, curvy
body, long legs, and a face of an angel, she is beauty personified.
Watching further, he sees her take the ladle from the caldron and blow
seductively across the hot liquid. Her little show to scare this guy for
whatever he did to her not only turns on Jacob as her beautiful lips form
the shape to blow on the liquid, it also demonstrates she doesn't want to
burn her "victim."
Forcing the naked youth to partake of this soup is an erotic display. She
grabs his nose with her sexy fingers tipped in polished fingernails. A
hand model would be jealous. When his mouth finally opens in goes the
liquid. Then the weirdest thing seems to happen.
Nicolas's ears seem to move upon his head and form into fur-covered cat
ears. Black cat ears, to be precise. Distracted by the ear thing, Jacob
now notices Nicolas shifting in his seat as what looks to be a black tail
falls to his left as his penis has obviously been bent backward and is
currently out of sight.
Jacob wonders at the special effects or if the tree bark is
hallucinogenic. No matter, this is going to epic. When Jacob can entrap
Luke into this crazy woman's trap, it will scare him shitless. Revenge is
at hand.
Back to the tributary, Jacob follows it to its natural exit. Surprisingly
enough, he makes his way home the next morning. If the waters are
favorable, it is only a two-day turnaround. He never did see the other
boats of the abandoned pitched tents. But his mind was now on the crazy
lady. Luke may even thank him after the initial scare wears off. She is
incredibly sexy.
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