This one’s for you Dagi … Admiring the View by Susie ......... Jack guided himself slowly down onto Ennis’ hard dick. Ennis, breathed deeply, transfixed by the vision in front of him “Hmmmmmmmmm …. now that’s the view I’m talking about cowboy …..”Susie
Aguirre sat at his desk and wondered why he still bothered. He was well past the age of retirement, and had the good sense- or was it good fortune – to put away a nice nest egg. He owned his house free and clear, and his children were all college grads and off about their lives. He and his wife could be taking lazy, luxurious cruises, but he felt compelled to continue working. He looked around his trailer at all the tasks that needed completing. Trisha Smith quit a few months ago, but he never replaced her. Joe Aguirre looked at his age spotted hands and managed a smile. He was actually proud of all the things he accomplished, and found that he needed to work just a bit longer. After all, he can rest when he is dead.Aguirre rose from his desk to fetch himself a cup of coffee. He noticed a stack of mail from yesterday that he hadn’t even bothered to open. His coffee mug in hand, Joe Aguirre sat back down and scanned the dozen or so letters that he neglected earlier. Most were bills, and a few were invitations to local town meetings. He noticed one letter encased in a fancy red envelope. Curious, Aguirre opened this one. It was an obituary of sorts. Joe’s mouth dropped as he read Jack Twist’s funeral announcement. Aguirre sat the announcement on his desk and took a swig of the hot brew. He couldn’t believe that the sweet, handsome, good-for-nothin’ Jack Twist was deceased. Aguirre examined the envelope for a return address. There was none. He wondered who could have sent the notice, and why? And instantly, Aguirre was transported back to that summer when he hired a one Ennis Del Mar and Jack Twist to herd sheep for him. He remembered giving them his point of view, cringed when he recalled telling them to break the rules. And then he saw them! Witnessed the rough housing, knew that they stemmed the rose to pass the time up there. Aguirre always wondered if Ennis and Jack ever kept in touch. How was Ennis handling the news of Jack’s death? Did he know? Aguirre reached into his desk and pulled out the company checkbook. He fetched his rolodex and found the address of Mr. and Mrs. John Twist.
Ennis awoke with a start. This time the pillow was wet! Well, so were the sheets! Ennis had a dream: a recurring nightmare that terrified and excited him at the same time. This time Jack was alive and walking intently down a Mexican alley. He stopped in front of a decent looking man, a lad who looked a lot like Ennis. Ennis twitched and shuddered as he saw Jack and the hustler walk off into the shadows.Wide awake now, Ennis tried to turn over. It was no good. The rank sheets were holding him prisoner. He sighed audibly and pulled at the cheap, twisted bed clothes in an attempt to free himself. “Jack, how could you do that to me?” Ennis mumbled as he finally forced himself free. He tried to keep his heart steady as he imagined Jack kissing, caressing, gentling another man. It was a little more than he could bear.“Maybe we should go to Mexico!” Ennis remembered Jack telling him right before he put 2 and 2 together. He wanted to punch Jack until he bled. A part of him died that day, and Ennis found that many months later, the wound had not healed. “Jack fuckin’ Twist, if you was alive, I would kill your ass!” Ennis screamed as he somehow found the strength to get up and face the day.
Pillowy white clouds drifted over a starkly blue sky drawing one’s eyes up toward the snow capped peaks that loomed overhead like benevolent gods, and even though it was June, there were still remnants of snow and ice down below the tree line clinging to the think spring grass here and there, and the wild flowers that dotted the meadows like confetti.
Hi there littlewing,I think that Aguirre is a very interesting character. He was played to perfection by Mr. Quiad in the film. You have to wonder about a man who is so dedicated to such a thankless job. You seem to have a very clear image of him. And your story here leads us into a mystery. That's always fun. Who would have sent Aguirre that death notice? And isn't it strange that the last time we were in Aguirre's trailer the secretary was determined to find out where Jack lived, and now some 20 years later the secretary is gone, and we have Aguirre looking for the same address.Gary
^^^ Wow.