by Alexander D. Banyan

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PAGE 44          Jackson Curtis returns to their Teak Ranch in Mexico, to tragedy.

“Before you go home, walk over to the city building and see

Marlin, he’s an expat too, and he will fix you up with a contractor’s


We drove up to the job site to choose my lots. I had to put

$10,000 down as a deposit, and I chose three lots on the east side

that all had ocean views.

He wrote me a certificate on each one.

“Now we wait!” he said.

I was excited as the builder rush ran through my body again. I

jumped in the yellow VW bug and headed home to tell Jade the good news.

I was ten minutes from home as a speeding black van with dark

tinted windows almost ran me off the road.

“Fuck you!” As I extended my finger over the rag top and kept

it extended until they vanished from my mirror.

Smoke rolled across the road as I got home. Everyone was in the

trees, and Jesus was spraying water on the trees, trying to keep the

fire from spreading. I jumped from the VW and ran to Jesus.

“Where is Jade? WHERE IS JADE?” as I ran toward the house.

Sol screamed at me, “Jackson!” as the heat knocked me backward,

and I crawled from the flames.

“Jade! . . . Jade!”

Sol and Carlos grabbed me and dragged me into the trees and

squirted water on my smoldering shirt.

“Jackson! Jade was in the house. I don’t know what happened. I

heard an explosion, and by the time I ran over here, it was completely

engulfed. I have never seen anything burn so fast.”

“Jade!” as I dropped to the ground in tears.

The fire burned for two days as we all worked to keep it from

spreading. I kept looking into the flames like I expected her to walk

out at any moment. I went out to the boat and went below. I could

still smell Jade’s smell on the sheets. I cried myself to sleep. The next

day, I poked through the ashes and debris. I found nothing. Even

the metal beams were melted and warped. I drank all day as I stared

at the . . . house.

“Jackson! . . . Jackson!” I heard Sol’s voice.

“Wake up!” as he pulled my face out of the sand.

“You have company.” And I looked at a man holding his hand

out toward me. He pulled me up off the ground.

“We need to put this to rest,” he said consolingly. “I am the

minister at Sol’s church. I am also a bulldozer operator. We need to

bury this memory so you can continue your life.”

He hugged me as the tears ran down my cheeks.

I looked at the dozer that his son was getting off the trailer, and

I shook my head in agreement.

As I stood against a mahogany tree and watched, he dug a

hole about the size of a box truck. He pushed the entire remains

of my home into the hole, and his son poured diesel fuel over the

debris in the pit. He handed me a paper, lit it, and walked away.

I threw the flame into the pit and watched the flames devour the

remaining parts of my life. It burned overnight, and he came back

in the morning and pushed the sand over the ashes and regraded the

property. It looked like it was never there, as he loaded the dozer back

on the trailer and left. I lay down on the fresh sand, feeling Jade’s

presence with the earth.

I have never felt so alone!


PAGE 41    Days before.  Jade and Jackson visited Nautia Mexico.  ….. prior to the fire.

We had supper ashore in a little open air café. We sat at our table until about 8:00 and they wanted to close.

“I guess there isn’t any night life here.” I said as I laid the tip on the table.

We had a long walk back to the dock and the streets were fairly dark. We kept our voices down to not disturb the families that we walked by. They had nothing in their windows but a bed sheet. No glass… no screens!

It started raining lightly and we walked faster trying not to get Jade’s pretty new cotton dress wet. It became torrential and we ran for the Farmers Market shelter close ahead. We stood out of the rain against the old warped plywood tables. Jade melted into my arms, and I felt her hardening nipples pressing firmly through my wet t-shirt. I reached down and put my hands on her hips and slid her dress up until her panties were exposed. She tilted her head and looked up at me as she slid her panties off and laid them on the table. She unsnapped my shorts and they fell to the wet pavement under me. I turned her around and pulled her back against my chest as my ……….. rose between her legs. I fondled her breasts as she tilted her head back and kissed me. I pushed her forward onto the table and stroked her passionately as the torrential rain pounded on the tin roof above us.

“AAaahhhhhhhh!!!!!! AAAAAHHHhhhhhh!!!! KaBOOM!!! As a lightning bolt hit a transformer not 100’ away. Sparks flew all over the streets.

“AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!”!As we continued with the added excitement of being in the center of town. The rain drowned out our voices, and the sparks made giant shadow characters of our naked bodies on the building behind us. I felt the cool water run against my bare feet. An electrical shock shot up my legs and into Jade!

AAhh!! Ahhh!!!!! AAAHHHHH!!!! As we yelled in ecstasy like we never had before.

She flexed tight on my ………. as both of our bodies experienced high voltage sensations running through them. We both jerked and constricted like we were having seizures as we climaxed together. Even when we both regained control we still had aftershocks that were so extreme we both just laughed and giggled in amazement.

The rain slowed down a bit and we ran laughing through the rivers in the streets as I twirled her wet panties on my finger. We stopped under a porch a few blocks away and looked back at the sparks from the transformer.

“That was close! I could feel the electricity!” as we continued running down the street laughing.

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