Taking The 'Caddy To Mountain Time!"
Part.3
“Do not call me Pamela!”
Bill awoke with the smell of the smouldering fire, which was now just a pile of ash but through the smoke on the other side of the remains of the fire, was a dog! He thought it was a dog and through his blurred, early morning eyes It certainly looked like a dog to him at first, but he was not really sure, slowly Bill started to sit up, “Mr Young, Neil, are you awake, I certainly hope so because we have company", Bill was a little scared, dogs he loved but wild prairie dog’s,coyote’s,the odd snake not forgetting scorpions in his boots, all these did tend to make him a bit nervous, not that he had ever met one of these face to face of course, but in this case it was very much a feeling of, if in doubt, get the hell out! As he slowly and as quietly as possible pulled his things towards him, the dog had moved around the ash pile to check him out, a very nervous Bill was wondering how the hell he was going to get out of this? The dog sat in front of Bill, tilting his head from left to right almost as if he were weighing up some sort of opposition, he was not showing any nervousness towards Bill or anyone or anything for that matter, he just got up padded around got a bit closer each time, until finally he walked up to Bill, level with his eyes and let out one almost half-hearted bark as if it were saying hello, then turning away it headed slowly off, out into the desert! Mr Young had been watching the whole scene unfold,
"There you go, the dog say’s they went that way, we go that way for
a while!"
Bill, still a little shaken
after his early morning meeting with the dog, "what do we do now, you
can't take the Caddy into the desert, off the road, it's a Hearse for fuck sake
not a Humvee"! Mr Young was now
on his feet and stretching his arms in the air, "don't worry amigo, we'll
just brew up a coffee, have a bit of fruit ", sarcastically he also said
to Bill, "you can even spray your pits if you want but I can't help you
with a shower I'm afraid, oh, and by the way, I never said 'we' go that way, if you look, the route
the hound took is only a couple of hundred yards from the road anyway,
I'll take the Caddy and I'll meet you about noon down the road apiece, don't
worry, I'll find you, Bill looked over to him in horror, "but, but
I....", Mr Young waved a finger at him, "that's ok Billy Boy, no need
to thank me, just get that ruck-sack of yours loaded up with some essentials
and haul arse, see what you can find out there!"
Bill waved at Mr young as he pulled away and stood watching as the Caddy made it’s way over onto the highway and began to glide away from him, through gritted teeth and the best pretend smile he could muster up, "catch ya later ya Bastard! He then started to walk back into the desert, he stopped for a minute and swung his rucksack around him and after loosening the straps, he started to feel around inside,
Bill waved at Mr young as he pulled away and stood watching as the Caddy made it’s way over onto the highway and began to glide away from him, through gritted teeth and the best pretend smile he could muster up, "catch ya later ya Bastard! He then started to walk back into the desert, he stopped for a minute and swung his rucksack around him and after loosening the straps, he started to feel around inside,
"shit, if it's not
here, that's it, I'm really buggered," he muttered to himself as he began
searching deeper and getting more frantic, he began pulling things out, then
suddenly he began to grin,
“Thank Christ for
that", he said smiling pulling out a rather crushed pork pie hat! He
pushed it into shape, gave it a smack on his leg, and then as he looked down at
it, he smiled,
"Looks like that $15 was
money well spent, this puppy will keep me cool and I shall look cool in the process", he said
smugly, well, even Goodfella’s tramping
through the desert, have to look good!!
As he walked he could see the highway over in the distance, just the odd car and van went by, a huge articulated Kenworth blasted down on its air horns making Bill jump, he looked over just in time to see an arm waving from the cab, the horns sounded again, what a nice gesture he thought, the trucker must have seen Bill from the road, there was nobody else around, must have been Bill, so with an ear pearling shrill, Bill whistled and waved back at the truck, the driver blasted one more time, raised his arm and gave Bill a thumbs up and then accelerated away down the road. Bill liked the fact that these people, drivers, truckers, all total strangers, all seemed to be interested in...Him, perhaps they were just looking at another weirdo aimlessly walking in the desert, he smiled as he walked, and I suppose he did look a little strange!
As he walked he came across some very strange litter dotted about, "what the fuck is that doing here", he said to himself as he stopped and began to stare at a toilet bowl complete with a cracked cistern, "who would come all the way out here to dispose of a toilet!" As he moved nearer to take a better look, he burst out laughing, some wag had scrawled all across the cistern in black marker pen,
'It is illegal to dump along the highway!'
The 'schoolboy' curiosity within him somehow compelled him to lift up the seat, so with a handy piece of what looked like a chair leg lying nearby, he flicked it open and gingerly peered in! Once again he crumpled and was reduced to the sort of laughter a woman would hate, a woman would just not see the funny side, for there inside, scrawled on an old piece of cardboard,
"Drifters take advantage!
An hour from now, you'd wish you had taken the time to have one!" His mother had always said that he had a naughty, even crude sense of humour, and he certainly was very amused, he dropped the toilet seat lid with a dusty crash, he thought to himself, how such a simple comment could be so effective, some people are just born to make the hardest hearts smile!
Bill had been walking a little over an hour, that great big golden ball was by now right overhead, burning brightly in the pristine blue sky, he was so thankful for bringing the hat! It wasn't long before Bill stopped to take a much needed swig from one of the bottles of water, as he wiped his mouth and screwed the cap back on the bottle something caught his eye, something in the distance was glinting in the sun! Being somebody who is naturally nosey, he altered his route a little in order to get nearer to where this latest curiosity was coming from, this took him a little further away from the highway, not that he was too bothered because he was still in sight of the road and occasional traffic, he could still be seen and heard if necessary, so he was happy and carried on. For a while he lost sight of whatever it was and was about to give it up as a lost cause when suddenly, he saw the glint again, not in the same place as before, this time it seemed to be closer to the course that he had been taking earlier! Bill stopped and began to survey this new route, he looked to where he thought it was coming from and he then realised that he was not looking for something anymore but he was obviously looking for somebody, the glinting appeared to be moving! No point in rushing he thought, too hot for that so he had another swig from his water bottle, he felt safe in the knowledge that he would be catching up with Mr Young later so although he was careful not to waste any water, it was a gulp not a sip! He carried on walking whilst screwing the cap back on the bottle; he then swung the ruck sack around to put the bottle away,
As he walked he could see the highway over in the distance, just the odd car and van went by, a huge articulated Kenworth blasted down on its air horns making Bill jump, he looked over just in time to see an arm waving from the cab, the horns sounded again, what a nice gesture he thought, the trucker must have seen Bill from the road, there was nobody else around, must have been Bill, so with an ear pearling shrill, Bill whistled and waved back at the truck, the driver blasted one more time, raised his arm and gave Bill a thumbs up and then accelerated away down the road. Bill liked the fact that these people, drivers, truckers, all total strangers, all seemed to be interested in...Him, perhaps they were just looking at another weirdo aimlessly walking in the desert, he smiled as he walked, and I suppose he did look a little strange!
As he walked he came across some very strange litter dotted about, "what the fuck is that doing here", he said to himself as he stopped and began to stare at a toilet bowl complete with a cracked cistern, "who would come all the way out here to dispose of a toilet!" As he moved nearer to take a better look, he burst out laughing, some wag had scrawled all across the cistern in black marker pen,
'It is illegal to dump along the highway!'
The 'schoolboy' curiosity within him somehow compelled him to lift up the seat, so with a handy piece of what looked like a chair leg lying nearby, he flicked it open and gingerly peered in! Once again he crumpled and was reduced to the sort of laughter a woman would hate, a woman would just not see the funny side, for there inside, scrawled on an old piece of cardboard,
"Drifters take advantage!
An hour from now, you'd wish you had taken the time to have one!" His mother had always said that he had a naughty, even crude sense of humour, and he certainly was very amused, he dropped the toilet seat lid with a dusty crash, he thought to himself, how such a simple comment could be so effective, some people are just born to make the hardest hearts smile!
Bill had been walking a little over an hour, that great big golden ball was by now right overhead, burning brightly in the pristine blue sky, he was so thankful for bringing the hat! It wasn't long before Bill stopped to take a much needed swig from one of the bottles of water, as he wiped his mouth and screwed the cap back on the bottle something caught his eye, something in the distance was glinting in the sun! Being somebody who is naturally nosey, he altered his route a little in order to get nearer to where this latest curiosity was coming from, this took him a little further away from the highway, not that he was too bothered because he was still in sight of the road and occasional traffic, he could still be seen and heard if necessary, so he was happy and carried on. For a while he lost sight of whatever it was and was about to give it up as a lost cause when suddenly, he saw the glint again, not in the same place as before, this time it seemed to be closer to the course that he had been taking earlier! Bill stopped and began to survey this new route, he looked to where he thought it was coming from and he then realised that he was not looking for something anymore but he was obviously looking for somebody, the glinting appeared to be moving! No point in rushing he thought, too hot for that so he had another swig from his water bottle, he felt safe in the knowledge that he would be catching up with Mr Young later so although he was careful not to waste any water, it was a gulp not a sip! He carried on walking whilst screwing the cap back on the bottle; he then swung the ruck sack around to put the bottle away,
"Hey Man, any chance of a
glug on your bottle before you put it away!" Startled, Bill nearly dropped
it on the floor,
"Jesus, you scared the
shit out of me, where did you come from, more to the point, who the fuck are
you!" He said stepping back defensively, "Hey Man, calm down, we are all
friends out here!" Bill apologised for his rudeness but just the same, he still
eyed the visitor up and down with a little suspicion, holding out his hand, he
continued,
"Must be something about
being out here, in the desert," he also muttered under his breath,
"I suppose it goes hand
in hand with the rest of the crazy shit going on these last few days," the
stranger introduced himself,
"That's ok Man, my fault, should have phoned you first," with
that he burst out laughing, Bill tentatively joined in with the laughter then
abruptly stopped, realising that the two had never met before, how the hell
would he know his number, this guy was taking the piss, he started getting a
little nervous, who was this guy, for all he knew he was a throwback of some
kind, was he a chromosome defect like the
hillbilly weirdos in The Hills Have Eyes,
he began thinking on his feet, a vision entered his head, he became alarmed,
why was Charles Manson for some reason coming to mind? Was this guy a lost
follower perhaps, one of the dune buggy raiders he had read about so
often, Bill began to smile at the absurdity of that thought and he began
to mock himself,
"Bill, you are such a dick sometimes, this guy has got a guitar
strapped to his back not a fucking meat
hook!" He offered the bottle to the stranger, "fill your boots,
I've got another one in my bag and I'm going to be picked up in a couple of
hours," he said hopefully!
"Appreciate that Man, I'd ask you for a light but you don't look
like a smoker to me somehow", Bill looked at the man,
"au contraire mon ami, what
is it they say, once a Boy Scout, always yadda yadda", he then threw his
bag over his shoulder and quickly undid the buckle on the side pocket, after
feeling around for a couple of seconds, as if he was performing a trick of some
kind he tossed the box of matches into the air and caught it as it came down,
this was the matches that he picked up at Crosby's Store, a huge
ear to ear grin appeared on the strangers face,
"Oh Man, the boy, by that I
mean you my friend, you done good", and he gladly took the box.
"The name is Ron but most call me Rocket, that's me, Rocket Ron, pretty cool yeah"! Slightly baffled although the way this trip was shaping up, nothing surprised Bill anymore,
"The name is Ron but most call me Rocket, that's me, Rocket Ron, pretty cool yeah"! Slightly baffled although the way this trip was shaping up, nothing surprised Bill anymore,
"Why do they call you that", Bill
enquired just as the smell of a fresh match mixed with the smoke that Ron was
blowing into the air started to drift over towards him,
"I do tend to look to
the heavens Man, the sky, the moon and the stars," he inhaled deeply and
the way he spoke did not leave much to the imagination,
"fuck Man, I just love
the stars," he offered Bill a toke on a joint as big as a carrot, normally
he would join him but he felt that clarity was the order of the day, for now at
least., politely he refused,
"Too early for me Man but
thanks anyway", Ron had just sucked in another lungful,
"Whenever you are ready,
you just got to ask, maybe we can check out the old stars together," Bill
smiled and nodded his gratitude,
"I may just do that, if
it's good for you, I may join you later".
They walked together for some distance, truth be told Bill was glad of the company, Ron was certainly good company that's for sure! He was a person that was almost impossible to age, he looked a bit older than Bill but much younger than Mr Young, he had long hair more to the point , he still had a good amount of hair too unlike Bill who had said goodbye to his many years ago, they did have one thing in common, both had a moustache, however it may have been the lack of hair on his head that made Bill keep it nicely manicured, unlike his new companion whose hair was kept in check with a band around the middle of his head a la Willie Nelson and his moustache had grown very long, not unruly, his appearance reminded Bill of one of the guys who was in that great band exported from home, Foghat, many years ago, Christ he thought, this guy is just a walking cliché but then again, he could not see a Dead Head badge anywhere, he sniggered to himself, perhaps he has one tattooed on his arse, next to the Woodstock dove!
They walked together for some distance, truth be told Bill was glad of the company, Ron was certainly good company that's for sure! He was a person that was almost impossible to age, he looked a bit older than Bill but much younger than Mr Young, he had long hair more to the point , he still had a good amount of hair too unlike Bill who had said goodbye to his many years ago, they did have one thing in common, both had a moustache, however it may have been the lack of hair on his head that made Bill keep it nicely manicured, unlike his new companion whose hair was kept in check with a band around the middle of his head a la Willie Nelson and his moustache had grown very long, not unruly, his appearance reminded Bill of one of the guys who was in that great band exported from home, Foghat, many years ago, Christ he thought, this guy is just a walking cliché but then again, he could not see a Dead Head badge anywhere, he sniggered to himself, perhaps he has one tattooed on his arse, next to the Woodstock dove!
Almost as quickly as he
had appeared, Ron was bidding farewell,
"You seem to know where
you're going my friend, so I will see you in a while, take it easy, give my
regards to old Neil will ya and thanks for the matches and the water," with
that he altered his course and began to head off into the desert. After a while
he disappeared from view and as far as Bill was concerned, Ron was just
another ingredient to this...whatever it was, journey of discovery!
Bill was starting to enjoy his own company, the going was not too tough, it was hot but bearable and Bill was making steady progress, things were to change yet again, shortly he had yet another visitor! Walking close by to him he noticed that the dog from earlier that morning had made another appearance, it was looking straight ahead not over to Bill almost as if he knew Bill was there but was not at all bothered. Bill seemed to feel comfortable this time, they knew each other and more to the point the dog was walking with purpose, to where and to whom, who knew? The further they walked, the closer the distance apart the two became until they were walking side by side, Bill looked down and the dog looked back to him, then turned his head and carried on, there was definitely some kind of empathy between the two travellers and Bill felt more at ease now with the dog being there, certainly more comfortable than he had earlier. Even so, he had also kept hold of that old chair leg from earlier, originally he had just picked it up as some kind of desert memorabilia, he realised that many travellers grab a handful of dirt as a keepsake or pick up some leaves or maybe a flower but then again he thought, the chair leg would look better hanging on a wall than some dirt in a jar in a cupboard, his attention switched back to the dog. He was now convinced it was a dog, just a mutt who close up was not wild or vicious and not even mangy looking, well fed and in what to him looked good condition, how did it get here, who did it belong to? Suddenly they both stopped, both had heard the same thing, both had heard the same…person!
The cry was quite a surprise to hear and Bill stopped walking to have another listen,
"Jim, Jim, here boy, Jim, Jimmy Jazz, where the fuck are you? The voice was getting a little more insistent and it was starting to sound obviously, very annoyed, "talk about give the dog a fucking bone, man’s best friend my arse....oh, sorry about that, didn't see you there, you 'ain't seen my dog have you? There before him suddenly appeared a woman, obviously a woman who was extremely pissed off but this did not hide her appearance, her very obvious natural beauty, Bill was a little lost for words!
"Hi, I'm Bill, nice but....very strange if those are the right words to use, but still, nice to meet you, I believe this fella is Jim, am I right?" he said pointing to the dog next to him who by this time had started to bark, a knowing, happy bark, not a fearsome bark,
"Hi, I'm Pam or Pammy but not Pamela ok, do not call me Pamela, only my mother calls me Pamela!" Bill, a little nervous at her forthright attitude, speaking slowly, he continued, “Hey that's cool with me....Pam", bravely thinking he was out of ear shot he mouthed, or Pamela! Pam moved in close to his face, she whispered, "I said do not call me Pamela", and sarcastically she finished by saying "William is it"! He smiled, he was not at all bothered but he thought it best to humour her, she turned her annoyance back towards the dog,
Bill was starting to enjoy his own company, the going was not too tough, it was hot but bearable and Bill was making steady progress, things were to change yet again, shortly he had yet another visitor! Walking close by to him he noticed that the dog from earlier that morning had made another appearance, it was looking straight ahead not over to Bill almost as if he knew Bill was there but was not at all bothered. Bill seemed to feel comfortable this time, they knew each other and more to the point the dog was walking with purpose, to where and to whom, who knew? The further they walked, the closer the distance apart the two became until they were walking side by side, Bill looked down and the dog looked back to him, then turned his head and carried on, there was definitely some kind of empathy between the two travellers and Bill felt more at ease now with the dog being there, certainly more comfortable than he had earlier. Even so, he had also kept hold of that old chair leg from earlier, originally he had just picked it up as some kind of desert memorabilia, he realised that many travellers grab a handful of dirt as a keepsake or pick up some leaves or maybe a flower but then again he thought, the chair leg would look better hanging on a wall than some dirt in a jar in a cupboard, his attention switched back to the dog. He was now convinced it was a dog, just a mutt who close up was not wild or vicious and not even mangy looking, well fed and in what to him looked good condition, how did it get here, who did it belong to? Suddenly they both stopped, both had heard the same thing, both had heard the same…person!
The cry was quite a surprise to hear and Bill stopped walking to have another listen,
"Jim, Jim, here boy, Jim, Jimmy Jazz, where the fuck are you? The voice was getting a little more insistent and it was starting to sound obviously, very annoyed, "talk about give the dog a fucking bone, man’s best friend my arse....oh, sorry about that, didn't see you there, you 'ain't seen my dog have you? There before him suddenly appeared a woman, obviously a woman who was extremely pissed off but this did not hide her appearance, her very obvious natural beauty, Bill was a little lost for words!
"Hi, I'm Bill, nice but....very strange if those are the right words to use, but still, nice to meet you, I believe this fella is Jim, am I right?" he said pointing to the dog next to him who by this time had started to bark, a knowing, happy bark, not a fearsome bark,
"Hi, I'm Pam or Pammy but not Pamela ok, do not call me Pamela, only my mother calls me Pamela!" Bill, a little nervous at her forthright attitude, speaking slowly, he continued, “Hey that's cool with me....Pam", bravely thinking he was out of ear shot he mouthed, or Pamela! Pam moved in close to his face, she whispered, "I said do not call me Pamela", and sarcastically she finished by saying "William is it"! He smiled, he was not at all bothered but he thought it best to humour her, she turned her annoyance back towards the dog,
"Jim, for fucks sake, when
I call you I mean, like now,ok!" She continued her verbal assault on the
hound,
"you always were and it
looks like you always will be a total shit, a lone gun, a renegade, an all-round,
complete and utter bastard, why I look out for you is beyond me!" the dog
laid down and seemed to be covering his eyes with one of his paws, he started
to howl almost as though he were crying, like a scolded child, Pam looked up
and with a deep sigh, "do you know what, fuck you Jim", then looking
over to Bill, "hey buddy boy or whatever the hell your name is, you want a
dog, he's yours!" Looking back to the dog and wagging a finger at the
howling creature who by this time had rolled onto his back,
"Jim you have ripped my
shitter once too often, Jim, this is the
end!” When he heard that statement, Bill suddenly looked up at Pam then
back to Jim and then back to Pam in quick succession, he muttered under his
breath,
"I thought this journey was
becoming normal but now, I’m not so sure!" He tried to calm her down
hoping to bring some rationality to the table but mostly because he was scared
stiff about being lumbered with the dog,
"Calm down, let's not get to hasty here, old Jim here looks very sorry and I am sure he begs your forgiveness, don't you Jim," he said looking at the dog and nodding at him almost willing him to agree, Jim looked up at him with one of those dumb looks that dogs do to get away with anything,
Out of nowhere, Pam decided to give an explanation about her and Jim,
"Calm down, let's not get to hasty here, old Jim here looks very sorry and I am sure he begs your forgiveness, don't you Jim," he said looking at the dog and nodding at him almost willing him to agree, Jim looked up at him with one of those dumb looks that dogs do to get away with anything,
Out of nowhere, Pam decided to give an explanation about her and Jim,
"Well what did I expect, he
is a French dog! I took a year out in
Europe a couple of years ago, I was an au pair in Italy, I picked olives and
tomatoes in Greece and then I was in Germany for a while teaching English in a
private school, saved up all my money and decided to make my way back to the
States, not before I stopped off in France, got to Paris and did a little bar work,
that’s where we met, he was a stray wandering alone, I was the sucker he was
looking for, I fed him and made a fuss of him, fucking worst thing I ever
did, huge mistake, I mean massive, because this sad eyed little bastard
liked all the fuss and attention so much, he adopted me, we hit it off straight
away, in the beginning that is, so later, when I decided to return
Stateside, I paid the quarantine fees and shipped him over with me, been
chasing after him ever since, Bastard," the dog yelped out what was almost
an apology, "he's a handsome brute and I'm sure he does not mean to put
you to all of this trouble", said Bill kneeling down to stoke Jim,
" oh yeah he's a looker alright, he jumps any fence to fulfil his
needs, he screws any bitch that comes near him and believe me, they all do, he
has left his mark all over, there must be hundreds of little Jim's
everywhere!". Bill trying his best not to laugh thinking about all these
little Jim's running around and at the same time trying to come to terms
with Pam's 'colourful' language, this was proving to be not at all easy
especially as she was such an attractive woman, such a very attractive woman and the wonderful turns of phrase she used,
did not seem to go together, not that he minded, just that she was not what he
was expecting!
"Ok Bill or whatever you call yourself, I'm all ears, so tell me all about yourself!" Bill was suddenly very confused, why did such a gorgeous creature as Pam want to know anything about him, it made no sense at all, he was flattered but wary of her interest!
"Well, if you insist, I'll give it a go, just for you," as he mustered up some pages from his back catalogue, he looked over to Pam," she was by this time staring straight at him, Bill was slightly unnerved by her apparent interest in him all of a sudden, she cocked her head to one side, her eyes behind a pair of blue tinted sunglasses, a straw Stetson on her head, covering her shoulder length blonde hair, she was wearing a white, cheese cloth blouse under a denim waistcoat covered in more enamel badges than he cared to read, she was obviously on a crusade to save just about everything, this hippy chick ensemble was complimented by a pair of Levi jeans that could have been painted on, he felt awkward, his eyes were looking everywhere but directly at her, Christ he thought, "I'm English and it is so rude to stare but Christ she is gorgeous!" He continued,
"My name is Bill, I'm from England, which is way over there," he said turning and pointing behind him, Pam was still staring into his eyes,
"Carry on, I fucking know where England is and it is not over there, it's that way," she said pointing in the opposite direction, Bill apologised and continued,
"I'm in my.....you work out how old I am, a little older than you anyway, I suppose I have come looking for something or somebody, maybe I want to find the thing or things that are missing in my life," he suddenly felt like a child who was explaining himself to a Policeman, he looked down to the ground and began to make a pattern in the dirt with his boot, Pam suddenly grabbed both of his hands and as she gripped them she began to make swirling pattern with her thumbs in the palm of each of his hands, he slowly started to raise his head and was soon staring straight into Pam's eyes, she had tilted her hat skyward, she then pulled him closer to her,
" best we try and find whatever it is then," she whispered in his ear, Bill stepped back and looking straight at her, struggling for the right words, he came out with one of those sentences that always seem right at the time but sound dumb as hell,
"Have you got the time to spare, I know I have but....", with that once again she pulled him into her and began to kiss him, Bill was shocked, pleasantly so but very shocked,
"Will you shut your mouth for a minute, quit the talk and just kiss me....please! and close your eyes, you are making me nervous", she said to him,
"I'm making you nervous Bill thought to himself, I've never met someone so 'not nervous' in my life. Bill’s journey had taken yet another turn, was this person, Pam, for real, did he know Jim, had they met before somewhere, as they continued to kiss, the sweet pain in his head, was getting…. sweeter!
"Ok Bill or whatever you call yourself, I'm all ears, so tell me all about yourself!" Bill was suddenly very confused, why did such a gorgeous creature as Pam want to know anything about him, it made no sense at all, he was flattered but wary of her interest!
"Well, if you insist, I'll give it a go, just for you," as he mustered up some pages from his back catalogue, he looked over to Pam," she was by this time staring straight at him, Bill was slightly unnerved by her apparent interest in him all of a sudden, she cocked her head to one side, her eyes behind a pair of blue tinted sunglasses, a straw Stetson on her head, covering her shoulder length blonde hair, she was wearing a white, cheese cloth blouse under a denim waistcoat covered in more enamel badges than he cared to read, she was obviously on a crusade to save just about everything, this hippy chick ensemble was complimented by a pair of Levi jeans that could have been painted on, he felt awkward, his eyes were looking everywhere but directly at her, Christ he thought, "I'm English and it is so rude to stare but Christ she is gorgeous!" He continued,
"My name is Bill, I'm from England, which is way over there," he said turning and pointing behind him, Pam was still staring into his eyes,
"Carry on, I fucking know where England is and it is not over there, it's that way," she said pointing in the opposite direction, Bill apologised and continued,
"I'm in my.....you work out how old I am, a little older than you anyway, I suppose I have come looking for something or somebody, maybe I want to find the thing or things that are missing in my life," he suddenly felt like a child who was explaining himself to a Policeman, he looked down to the ground and began to make a pattern in the dirt with his boot, Pam suddenly grabbed both of his hands and as she gripped them she began to make swirling pattern with her thumbs in the palm of each of his hands, he slowly started to raise his head and was soon staring straight into Pam's eyes, she had tilted her hat skyward, she then pulled him closer to her,
" best we try and find whatever it is then," she whispered in his ear, Bill stepped back and looking straight at her, struggling for the right words, he came out with one of those sentences that always seem right at the time but sound dumb as hell,
"Have you got the time to spare, I know I have but....", with that once again she pulled him into her and began to kiss him, Bill was shocked, pleasantly so but very shocked,
"Will you shut your mouth for a minute, quit the talk and just kiss me....please! and close your eyes, you are making me nervous", she said to him,
"I'm making you nervous Bill thought to himself, I've never met someone so 'not nervous' in my life. Bill’s journey had taken yet another turn, was this person, Pam, for real, did he know Jim, had they met before somewhere, as they continued to kiss, the sweet pain in his head, was getting…. sweeter!
