"The Journey" Has it's own blog. Chronological.

Chapter one - Day four.

Evan woke up around 12:30 pm to the beautiful sound of Rachel's voice. "We didn't a??, Evan wake up! Did we a...? Did we?" She was standing beside him all flustered. "Well did we?" Evan looked up at her terrified look. "Did we what Baby?" "You know! Tell me we didn't!" "Didn't what?" Evan had a nasty hangover and was barely awake. "Make love," she exclaimed. Evan had to think for a moment. "I don't think so. Did we?" "I don't know," she said. "I'm not supposed to do that if we did?" "What?" Evan said rubbing his eyes and sitting up as best he could. "I can't do that," she said again with a loud tone. "Why?" Asked Evan. "I just can't do that!!" Evan ask again, "why not?" "I just can't!!!" "Please tell me I will understand. Please?" "O.K. You ask for it! I have ovarian cancer and getting pregnant could kill me." Evan felt so close to her then. She shared a truth with him that made him feel so loved and trusted. "Here Baby, sit down here next to me. I am sure we didn't make love. We were both way too drunk. Not that I wouldn't have wanted too. You are such a wonderful, beautiful lady." He put his arm around her and she cried on his shoulder. "So, that's why Jake ask her if she was feeling better? Hmmm?" He comforted her as best he knew how. Never seeing his Mom and Dad cuddle or even touch. Evan didn't have much experience in how to be loving. He was thinking this is what love is all about. Holding the person you care about in their time of need. All he knew was Rachel needed him and he needed her. Rachel still sobbing ask. "Why were you crying yesterday Hun?" About knocked Evan on the floor. "What do I tell her?" He thought in a panic. "The truth? Some story?" She was honest with him so he told her his whole story as he began to cry. He just could not hide the pain he was in from her anymore. They both sat there and held each other and cried out loud together for hours. Both feeling each other's pain and sharing their inner most feelings. Evan could not help but think that destiny had sent him out of his Fathers' house and right into the arms of the love of his life. With arms wrapped around each other in such a compassionate embrace. They kissed and kissed each other's tears away one by one. Her tears tasted like a sweet exotic aphrodisiac straight out of the brine barrel. Evan was intoxicated with her openness and true concern for him. His head was pounding from the party. He started imagining getting some food. Maybe some roast beef and eggs? Showering with Rachel and starting his new life. After all Jake did like him and he could work for his and Rachel's keep. They had both settled down and were all cuddled up together. Rachel was so beautiful in the dim light of the basement. Evan went back to when they were slow dancing last night and what Rachel had said about how well they fit together. Their deep relaxing breathes joined together as one. Hearts beating in synchronization. "I have found paradise on earth," he smiled with a hearty sigh as he kissed her on the forehead. She said, "yea, paradise."

"You hungry?" Rachel ask looking up from his chest. "A little. You?" Evan ask as he brushed her long red hair back with his fingers. "Let me up. I'll go upstairs and get something." Evan said "O.K." as he rolled over and released her. She went upstairs. Evan stood up and nearly fell back down He was still drunk and felt like hell. He went into the bathroom and threw some water in his face. He had to hang on to the sink a couple of times. He managed to brush his hair and rub some tooth paste over his teeth with his finger. Topped it off with a splash of Old Spice. He cleared the coffee table and waited for Rachel. She came back with roast beef and eggs. Evan smiled and shook his head. She could read his mind. "Jake is still passed out" she said on her way into the kitchen. They whipped up a super spectacular roast beef omelet, with whole wheat toast and orange marmalade, that was fit for a King. Made a terrible mess with the cappuccino machine. Coffee everywhere! Evan was having so much fun. They laughed and laughed. Evan carried the plates and Rachel the cappuccino. Rachel turned on the big screen T.V. and handed Evan the remote. He switched through stations as they ate. They didn't pay much attention to the T.V.. Evan would feed Rachel a fork full of his and she would feed him a fork full of her's.

"I need a shower. How about you?" Rachel asked. "Yea I could stand one for sure" was Evan's answer. She really had read Evan's mind. A shower? How much more vivid could he have imaginined. They finished their coffee and headed for the shower. Rachel proceeded to lay out clean towels as Evan took off his socks. Only the night light was on beside the mirror over the sink. Rachel turned on the shower. "Do you like it hot Hun?" She inquired. Evan moved behind her and reached over to feel the water. "That's perfect Baby" He replied as he hugged her. Rachel turned around and pulled Evan's T-shirt over his head and off. Laid her head on his bare chest and kissed his nipples. Evan shivered inside to his very soul. Evan slowly reached for her shirt. He started to pull it up when Rachel did it for him. She turned around and Evan undid her black lace bra and dropped it to the floor. When Rachel turned around Evan's eyes nearly popped out of his head. She had the fairest skin and freckles everywhere. Beautiful points of her own sitting way up firm and high. Her nipples were like flowers in a virgin garden. They moved together chest to chest and kissed. Rachel was running her fingers up and down his back. "Evan's whole body would quiver from her touch. Rachel stepped away and undid her wide brown leather belt and pulled down her zipper. Evan followed suit and did the same. They moved together and hugged and kissed. Rachel pulled her pants down and stepped out of them. Evan was overwhelmed by her fantastic body. She was about 5' 8" and around 100 lbs. The lines of her body were a magnificent work of art. Her legs and ass had such incredible definition. Every muscle was perfectly proportioned. Little tiny black lace panties is all she had on. Evan stripped down to his Fruit of the Looms and they walked to the shower. They stopped and kissed and rubbed against each others flesh. Evan was hard and there was no way to hide it. Rachel took Evan's underwear off and fondled him a bit. Then she took her's off. The small patch of hair that was revealed was as red as the hair on her head. Evan slid his hand up from her knee and across her and lingered for a second. How warm and moist she was. Rachel stepped into the shower. Evan joined her. "Here Honey" Rachel said as she moved to let Evan under the shower. Evan couldn't get over the way the water had run down over her body and between her legs to form somewhat of a nanny goat beard. Rachel washed his hair. The stimulation was running through Evan's entire body. They changed places and Evan washed her hair. Her long flowing red hair was silky soft and ravishing. Rachel almost crumbled with delight as Evan massaged her head. The water was running off her hard nipples like fountains and it ran straight down off her beard between her legs. Evan laughed to himself. "Looks like she is peeing." "Turn around I'll get your back." Rachel said as she slid around him and picked up a luffa. Evan stretched out and put both hands high against the shower wall as she scrubbed the back of him head to toe. "Your turn" Evan announced and she stretched out. Evan stopped and admired her. Couldn't get any better than this as she handed him the luffa and he went to work. It was Mesmerizing to touch her. Evan was cleaning and exploring every minute part of her anatomy. "Time for the front" Rachel told him. She fondled him with a giggle. Evan stood straight up with his arms outreached to the sides of the shower. His feet were in a wide stance. She started washing his neck and chest. She washed his nipples, kissed and played with them. Evan was alive with excitement. This certainly was paradise on earth.

Jake yelled down the stairs in a very abrupt voice. "Rachel! You and that boy down there?" Evan swallowed hard. "That Boy?" Rachel exclaimed! "Yea, I'm in the shower. I'll be right up." "Get the hell up here now" he yelled as he slammed the door. Evan ask "what should I do?" Rachel jumped out of the shower. "Get dressed before he comes down here!" The door opened again and Jake yelled again. "Both of you get your asses up here before I have to come down there! Right now!" He slammed the door again. Reminded Evan of the way his Dad talked to him. "You just get dressed and stay here Evan I'll go up and calm him down. He always does this when I bring a boy here." She grabbed a robe and went upstairs. Evan got dressed as quick as he could. He could hear yelling and screaming but could not make out what was being said. Bill came in from outside and said, "get your stuff together and meet me at the car as fast as you can." Evan grabbed his clothes and threw them in his bag and ran up to the car. Bill already had it turned around in the drive. "Get in Evan, hurry." Evan did just that. Bill tore off down the drive way and out through the gate. Evan just kept looking back to see if Rachel or her Brother were following behind. "What about Rachel and Martha?" Evan ask. "They will be alright. I just needed to get you out of there before Jake went bazerk on you. Did you screw Rachel?" "No man!" Evan replied. "Well Jake thinks you did and that is not a good thing." "We can go back and Rachel and I can tell him I didn't Bill." "No! It's best that you leave well enough alone. I will drop you off on the interstate." Evan felt a big hole inside of him. Lost his new love and all alone once again. Bill pulled over and said, "really nice to meet you Evan." "Tell Rachel I love her for me please Bill?" "Will do! Good bye." Evan got out and just stood there stunned and numb. His hair was still wet.

Well at least it wasn't raining and his clothes were dry he reflected. Didn't much matter though he did not have Rachel. He was alone. "Rachel my Rachel." He missed her so much. "Oh my dearest Rachel" he lamented. He just walked off into the woods and felt so all alone. He cried out her name. "Rachel!" His head had not stopped pounding from the alcohol. He yelled out loud "Rachel my Sweet Rachel." He was on the edge of insanity at this point. Rambling through the woods like a madman. Crying and yelling and falling down. Just how could he go on from here. How could he make it without Rachel's tender love and understanding. Just what would he do now? "Wish I was dead" he shouted at the top his lungs. "Wish I was dead!" "Rachel, sweet Rachel." Out of nowhere a feeling of survival came over him. You can make it a voice inside his head repeated over and over again. So, with that thought he made his way back to the highway. His heart was heavy and his head was spinning. Tears still rolling down his cheeks. The thought of Rachel at the forefront of his mind. He thought about trying to find his way back to Jakes more than once. Instead he started meandering aimlessly, mindlessly down the highway. "Rachel, oh Rachel." Choking back the tears as best he could. He didn't even see or hear the cars and trucks as they sped by him. He was in a daze.

A horn sounded abruptly and snapped him to his senses for a second. It was a van pulling over about twenty yards down the road. It started to back up. Evan wanted to run and hide from whoever it was. Couldn't let anyone see him like this. But he didn't. He just stood there. He didn't know why but he didn't run. The van backed clear up to him and a middle aged black man in a cream colored crew neck sweater and dark brown dress pants jumped out of the drivers door and hurried to Evan. "You O.K.?" The man ask in a very concerned voice. "I almost ran over you!" Evan still broke up and crying said "no man I'm not." "Where are you going?" The man inquired. "I don't know," Evan said. "Do you need a ride?" "Yes I do thank you." "Come on then get in and tell me all about it." He opened the sliding door of the van and there were eight young black people in it sitting all about the floor. Evan got in threw his bag clear in the back and found a place to sit. Everyone just looked at him like he was some kind of alien being or something. Made him feel really uneasy. The driver turned around and ask his name. "I am Evan," he barely got out. He introduced everyone in the van. He was Gerald and the rest of the crew his wife and children. Ten of them in all. They all said hello one by one. Evan began to feel a little more comfortable. He had managed to stop crying but was a real mess. So embarrassed he felt. Empty and lost. "Where are you headed" one of the older children ask. "Florida, that is where I am going. Yea, Florida. That is where I'm going. Florida. To see my Grandmaw she lives there in Florida." It was so hard for Evan to formulate a thought. After all the pain and emotion's he was feeling. The separation from his Mom and the loss of Rachel, the storm he was experiencing inside and the storm that had been beating him since he left. He smiled a crooked smile and pulled his collar up. "Are you a hippy?" One of the younger children blurted out anxiously. Before Evan could think Gerald said, "of course he is not a hippy. You think I would pick up a hippy. Now be quite and leave Evan alone all of you." He smiled so gently at Evan. Gerald must have had a 6th sense about the way Evan was feeling. Why did he stop in the first place? Just who was he anyway Evan was thinking. At that same moment Gerald turned about half way around and answered Evans thought. "I am a Baptist Minister and we are on our way to a revival." Praise the lord rang out from the whole group and filled the van. "Praise the lord, Amen brother." Praise the lord from one and then another. "Amen! Praise the lord" Evan sang out. It just popped out to Evans' amazement. "Amen brother" echoed back! Then the whole van broke into a joyous rendition of Amen.

"Aaamen....Aaamen...Aamen..Amen..Amen Hallelujah brother." Evan began to sing right along. "Amen!" The more he sang the louder and more powerful the rest of the group sang. Next thing you know everyone is clapping hands and waiving back and forth singing all the religious songs they knew. Evan did not know many of them but he sang along as best he could. He was having a fantastic time and felt like the weight of the world had been lifted right off of his shoulders. This ride was truly a blessing. The singing subsided for a brief moment and Evan ask one of the kids where the revival was. Gerald answered, "a little town on the Georgia border Evan." Wow! Evan was thinking to himself. I will be almost to Florida. When Gerald said "you won't be too far from your Grandmamma in Florida Evan." Gerald must have had ESP or something Evan imagined. Gerald still did not ask him what the matter was. Evan assumed he must have already knew all there was to know somehow. Gerald struck up another negro spiritual round. Something about pickin' cotton. Everyone took there round and gave Evan a go at it. He sang right out "Aint a pickin' cotton no more, no more." Geez what did he know about pickin' cotton in the first place. He had grown up in a middle class neighborhood in rural Maryland. He sang and sang anyway. Felt like he had found a brand new family of friends. It was raining super hard again and it was past night fall. Gerald instructed that everyone should get settled in and get some sleep. All made their own little spaces and Gerald and his wife sang a soft, gentle lullaby. One of the older boys recited the Lord's prayer as everyone got situated. Evan slept a warm, dry, peaceful sleep for the most part. He missed Rachel beside him. Her tender touch. Her gentle green eyes. When he slept he dreamt about the life they could have had together. Maybe he should turn around and go make peace with Jake? With Dad? "Mom" he murmered. "Mom."

Day five.....