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Kindred Souls
It was growing late. Fireflies buzzed through the fir trees around a small log cabin deep in the woods of Minnesota. Eric Von Zipper sat on the front porch in the rocking chair that his grandfather had crafted by hand in the 1930s, shortly after he and Eric's grandmother had immigrated from Ireland. Grandpa Nathan had built the entire cabin by the sweat of his own two hands. Eric remembered walking with his grandfather along the lake as a child. Grandpa Nate always told such exciting stories about coming to America, the land of opportunity. "You can't take anything for granted if you're Irish!" he would admonish Eric during their walks. "We have worked so hard for what we have. Never settle for less, Eric."
Eric took his grandfather's words to heart. Not only did he never settle, he always made it a point to be his own man and do his own thing. He had money but chose to live simply. After Grandpa Nate died in the early nineties, Eric had uprooted his life in upstate New York and moved back into his Grandpa's cabin in Minnesota.
Eric was a very lonely man. Although he had dated off and on over the years, he had never really found true love. On lonely nights, when the wind howled and rattled the cabin's doors, Eric longed for someone to hold. His kinky passion made it harder. Eric loved to tickle women. The more ticklish she was, the better. The sound of a woman's laughter made him feel energized, refreshed, and at times, giddy. His treasured feather collection was kept in a glass case over the fireplace. As he thought of this, he smiled to himself. He chuckled to himself as he thought of the last girl he had used them on. It was his ex-girlfriend Ginger Ann. She had long flowing dark auburn hair, violet eyes and a beautiful smile. She had the kind of laugh that involved her entire body. Her eyes crinkled, her mouth opened and her body shook. He smiled as he remembered the first time he'd brought her to his cabin. They'd had a dinner date and he'd convinced her to spend the rest of the weekend at his cabin. When they'd entered the cabin, her eyes immediately took in the glass box above the fireplace.
"What's that?" she asked, pointing.
"My feather collection, he said, smiling.
"What do you do with it?" she inquired.
"Would you like me to show you?" he asked.
"Sure, I guess" she replied hesitantly.
"Have a seat in the recliner," he said matter-of-factly.
She sat in the navy recliner. The massage feature had been turned on. It was warm and inviting. Ginger relaxed and closed her eyes.
"You can take your shoes off if you'd like, replied Eric warmly from the background. She took the invite and removed her shoes. She had just gotten off work and her feet were killing her. Placing them neatly by the chair, she eased back into the chair and relaxed again. Her eyes closed and she started to doze off.
She awoke with a start. She didn't know how long she'd been sleeping or what time it was. She felt a tickling sensation on her foot. The more she tried to ignore it, the worse it got. Unable to hold it in any longer, she exploded into convulsive laughter. She looked down to see Eric tickling her foot with a feather.
"Eric!!!" she squealed, What are you doing?"
"You asked me what I did with them. I'm just showing you, he replied calmly.
He took the feather and weaved it in and out of her toes. Ginger Ann shrieked with hysterical laughter. Her arms thrashed and her legs jerked as she fought to avoid the feather that twisted nimbly in Eric's huge hands. He moved it up to her exposed tummy. As he drug the feather up her tummy, Ginger Ann twisted and shrieked wildly. The laughter went on for what seemed like hours. When it was over, Ginger sat in the chair, breathing heavily.
The strange thing was, she had felt so ticklish and desparate just a moment ago, yet now that it was over, she wanted more. Ginger had always loved to be tickled in her youth. When her father came home from his job as banker, she would run to him and wrap her arms around his leg. He would pick her up and toss her in the air. She would squeal delightedly as she felt the air tickle her tummy on the way down.
"Eric," she called softly from the recliner.
'Yes," he inquired, looking at her from the sofa.
"Get that feather back out. I want more!"
Eric sprang from the sofa delightedly. They continued the reckless play into the wee hours of the morning. Ginger even retaliated at one point, tickling his underarms, causing Eric to shriek with hysterical laughter of his own. She went at it again, causing him to lose his breath.
When the sun rose over the lake, the two lay exhausted on the cabin floor. Eric made omelet’s for breakfast and Ginger went straight to work, leaving Eric to tinker around the house as he had the day off. Saturday and Sunday continued in the same fashion. Ginger left late Sunday night.
The moon was out when Eric went back into the cabin. He stoked the fire and stared at his feather collection hanging on the wall. What had ever happened to Ginger Ann? What happened between them? Why wasn't she beside him now?
Eric searched the old address book until he found her number. "Ginger Ann Williams" she had written in purple ink. He smiled, then picked up the telephone. He dialed the number and waited.
A familiar voice answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Ginger Ann?"
Laughter erupted on the other end. "No one has called me that in years. Who am I talking to?"
"Eric."
There was silence on the other end of the line."Von Zipper?"
"Yes," he replied into the phone.
"Hello there," she said pleasantly. "How have you been, Eric? More importantly, Where have you been all these years?"
"Ginger, he began " I need you here. Will you marry me? I've been a fool, letting so many years slip away."
There was a deafening silence on the other end. "This is kind of out of the blue, Eric. I’m not sure I can make a decision like this right now."
Eric’s heart pounded and he felt like someone had just knocked the wind out of him. Why had he waited so long, anyway? Was it really too late to get Ginger back into his life?
“What took you so long, Eric. Why did you never call me?”
"Time and foolishness," he replied. Eric’s stomach dropped to the floor as he contemplated maybe never getting to see her again.
"Still living at the cabin?"
"Yes."
"I'll be there in the morning.”
"yes,” he replied, his voice cracking.
“Think about what I said.”
“I will”
Eric hung up the phone and went to bed with a heavy heart and lead feet. He tossed and tossed and turned, consumed with thoughts of Ginger Ann. In his mind, he saw her eyes, gazing at him in the darkness. “Where have you been all these years, she questioned him, seductively. Where had he been? It’s not like he wasted all those years or something, he rationalized to himself.
He had graduated high school and went on to graduate college with a degree in engineering. He had worked diligently to build his own engineering company, Future Horizons Enterprises. He fell into a fitful sleep as his heart ached for Ginger Ann.
He was awakened the next morning by a loud knock on his door. There, standing in the early sunlight, was Ginger Ann. “Hello Eric,” she said coolly. She was more beautiful now than he had ever seen her. Her dark auburn mane was pulled back into a bun. She wore a deep purple dress and black nylons. Her black heels made her appear like a large tree in the doorway. “Cat got your tongue?” she teased.
“Hey there,” he said, warmly. “Come on in.”
She entered the cabin with him. Her eyes caught the aged feather collection above the fireplace. He filled her in on it’s existence. “When I was in college, I used to travel a lot. Each city I stopped in, I would purchase a feather. Over the years, it kind of grew.”
Eric grabbed her by the shoulders. “Ginger, I meant what I said last night. I need you in my life. It’s empty without you. Please come back to me. We can marry right here at this cabin.”
Ginger sat down on the sofa. “I did a lot of thinking last night, Eric. I’ve missed you too. However, that doesn’t deter from the fact that you never called me or contacted me for ten years, Eric. How do I know this is permanent? How do I know you aren’t just needing a ‘fix?”
“Ginger, I know what you’re thinking. But we were younger. You were just a kid in law school, for heaven’s sake. Are you really going to let the past cripple our future?”
Ginger sat on the couch, taking his words in. It had been a long time since they’d seen each other. She didn’t know what to make of Eric’s statements and pleas. It was all so sudden.
“Let’s go to dinner!” suggested Eric.
That will work, she replied, getting up from the couch.
He took her to an out of the way place in the woods. They ate their meal in silence, each contemplating the other’s thoughts. Finally, Ginger Ann broke the silence. “Eric,” she said softly.
“What hon?”
“Let’s go home,” she said, smiling softly at him.
“You mean, for good, asked Eric, hopefully.
“Yes, she replied, firmly.
And somewhere in the night, deep in the forests of Minnesota, two souls are complete, each having made the other's heart home.
It was growing late. Fireflies buzzed through the fir trees around a small log cabin deep in the woods of Minnesota. Eric Von Zipper sat on the front porch in the rocking chair that his grandfather had crafted by hand in the 1930s, shortly after he and Eric's grandmother had immigrated from Ireland. Grandpa Nathan had built the entire cabin by the sweat of his own two hands. Eric remembered walking with his grandfather along the lake as a child. Grandpa Nate always told such exciting stories about coming to America, the land of opportunity. "You can't take anything for granted if you're Irish!" he would admonish Eric during their walks. "We have worked so hard for what we have. Never settle for less, Eric."
Eric took his grandfather's words to heart. Not only did he never settle, he always made it a point to be his own man and do his own thing. He had money but chose to live simply. After Grandpa Nate died in the early nineties, Eric had uprooted his life in upstate New York and moved back into his Grandpa's cabin in Minnesota.
Eric was a very lonely man. Although he had dated off and on over the years, he had never really found true love. On lonely nights, when the wind howled and rattled the cabin's doors, Eric longed for someone to hold. His kinky passion made it harder. Eric loved to tickle women. The more ticklish she was, the better. The sound of a woman's laughter made him feel energized, refreshed, and at times, giddy. His treasured feather collection was kept in a glass case over the fireplace. As he thought of this, he smiled to himself. He chuckled to himself as he thought of the last girl he had used them on. It was his ex-girlfriend Ginger Ann. She had long flowing dark auburn hair, violet eyes and a beautiful smile. She had the kind of laugh that involved her entire body. Her eyes crinkled, her mouth opened and her body shook. He smiled as he remembered the first time he'd brought her to his cabin. They'd had a dinner date and he'd convinced her to spend the rest of the weekend at his cabin. When they'd entered the cabin, her eyes immediately took in the glass box above the fireplace.
"What's that?" she asked, pointing.
"My feather collection, he said, smiling.
"What do you do with it?" she inquired.
"Would you like me to show you?" he asked.
"Sure, I guess" she replied hesitantly.
"Have a seat in the recliner," he said matter-of-factly.
She sat in the navy recliner. The massage feature had been turned on. It was warm and inviting. Ginger relaxed and closed her eyes.
"You can take your shoes off if you'd like, replied Eric warmly from the background. She took the invite and removed her shoes. She had just gotten off work and her feet were killing her. Placing them neatly by the chair, she eased back into the chair and relaxed again. Her eyes closed and she started to doze off.
She awoke with a start. She didn't know how long she'd been sleeping or what time it was. She felt a tickling sensation on her foot. The more she tried to ignore it, the worse it got. Unable to hold it in any longer, she exploded into convulsive laughter. She looked down to see Eric tickling her foot with a feather.
"Eric!!!" she squealed, What are you doing?"
"You asked me what I did with them. I'm just showing you, he replied calmly.
He took the feather and weaved it in and out of her toes. Ginger Ann shrieked with hysterical laughter. Her arms thrashed and her legs jerked as she fought to avoid the feather that twisted nimbly in Eric's huge hands. He moved it up to her exposed tummy. As he drug the feather up her tummy, Ginger Ann twisted and shrieked wildly. The laughter went on for what seemed like hours. When it was over, Ginger sat in the chair, breathing heavily.
The strange thing was, she had felt so ticklish and desparate just a moment ago, yet now that it was over, she wanted more. Ginger had always loved to be tickled in her youth. When her father came home from his job as banker, she would run to him and wrap her arms around his leg. He would pick her up and toss her in the air. She would squeal delightedly as she felt the air tickle her tummy on the way down.
"Eric," she called softly from the recliner.
'Yes," he inquired, looking at her from the sofa.
"Get that feather back out. I want more!"
Eric sprang from the sofa delightedly. They continued the reckless play into the wee hours of the morning. Ginger even retaliated at one point, tickling his underarms, causing Eric to shriek with hysterical laughter of his own. She went at it again, causing him to lose his breath.
When the sun rose over the lake, the two lay exhausted on the cabin floor. Eric made omelet’s for breakfast and Ginger went straight to work, leaving Eric to tinker around the house as he had the day off. Saturday and Sunday continued in the same fashion. Ginger left late Sunday night.
The moon was out when Eric went back into the cabin. He stoked the fire and stared at his feather collection hanging on the wall. What had ever happened to Ginger Ann? What happened between them? Why wasn't she beside him now?
Eric searched the old address book until he found her number. "Ginger Ann Williams" she had written in purple ink. He smiled, then picked up the telephone. He dialed the number and waited.
A familiar voice answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Ginger Ann?"
Laughter erupted on the other end. "No one has called me that in years. Who am I talking to?"
"Eric."
There was silence on the other end of the line."Von Zipper?"
"Yes," he replied into the phone.
"Hello there," she said pleasantly. "How have you been, Eric? More importantly, Where have you been all these years?"
"Ginger, he began " I need you here. Will you marry me? I've been a fool, letting so many years slip away."
There was a deafening silence on the other end. "This is kind of out of the blue, Eric. I’m not sure I can make a decision like this right now."
Eric’s heart pounded and he felt like someone had just knocked the wind out of him. Why had he waited so long, anyway? Was it really too late to get Ginger back into his life?
“What took you so long, Eric. Why did you never call me?”
"Time and foolishness," he replied. Eric’s stomach dropped to the floor as he contemplated maybe never getting to see her again.
"Still living at the cabin?"
"Yes."
"I'll be there in the morning.”
"yes,” he replied, his voice cracking.
“Think about what I said.”
“I will”
Eric hung up the phone and went to bed with a heavy heart and lead feet. He tossed and tossed and turned, consumed with thoughts of Ginger Ann. In his mind, he saw her eyes, gazing at him in the darkness. “Where have you been all these years, she questioned him, seductively. Where had he been? It’s not like he wasted all those years or something, he rationalized to himself.
He had graduated high school and went on to graduate college with a degree in engineering. He had worked diligently to build his own engineering company, Future Horizons Enterprises. He fell into a fitful sleep as his heart ached for Ginger Ann.
He was awakened the next morning by a loud knock on his door. There, standing in the early sunlight, was Ginger Ann. “Hello Eric,” she said coolly. She was more beautiful now than he had ever seen her. Her dark auburn mane was pulled back into a bun. She wore a deep purple dress and black nylons. Her black heels made her appear like a large tree in the doorway. “Cat got your tongue?” she teased.
“Hey there,” he said, warmly. “Come on in.”
She entered the cabin with him. Her eyes caught the aged feather collection above the fireplace. He filled her in on it’s existence. “When I was in college, I used to travel a lot. Each city I stopped in, I would purchase a feather. Over the years, it kind of grew.”
Eric grabbed her by the shoulders. “Ginger, I meant what I said last night. I need you in my life. It’s empty without you. Please come back to me. We can marry right here at this cabin.”
Ginger sat down on the sofa. “I did a lot of thinking last night, Eric. I’ve missed you too. However, that doesn’t deter from the fact that you never called me or contacted me for ten years, Eric. How do I know this is permanent? How do I know you aren’t just needing a ‘fix?”
“Ginger, I know what you’re thinking. But we were younger. You were just a kid in law school, for heaven’s sake. Are you really going to let the past cripple our future?”
Ginger sat on the couch, taking his words in. It had been a long time since they’d seen each other. She didn’t know what to make of Eric’s statements and pleas. It was all so sudden.
“Let’s go to dinner!” suggested Eric.
That will work, she replied, getting up from the couch.
He took her to an out of the way place in the woods. They ate their meal in silence, each contemplating the other’s thoughts. Finally, Ginger Ann broke the silence. “Eric,” she said softly.
“What hon?”
“Let’s go home,” she said, smiling softly at him.
“You mean, for good, asked Eric, hopefully.
“Yes, she replied, firmly.
And somewhere in the night, deep in the forests of Minnesota, two souls are complete, each having made the other's heart home.
