Moonbeam: Chapter Thirty Two That was forty years ago. Up until recently, that was the last time I saw my family. A few weeks ago, I started hearing about Woodstock again. As most of you know, Woodstock in 1969 was such a monumental event that every ten years they celebrate it again. At the time though, we never dreamed it would be so huge. There was something different about it this year though. At least, that's how it felt to me. "The 40th anniversary of Woodstock" they would say. Forty years. My God, could it have passed so fast?
As it was the first time around, it was held in August. It got me thinking of the original Woodstock and my personal story for missing it, which in turn inspired me to write my story. A few days before Woodstock began, I made my pilgrimage to Milwaukee. I was curious to see what became of my famil
Moonbeam: Chapter Thirty One Bobby and I stared at each other for a second, seemingly holding our breath. I glanced back at my dad, who wrote it off as the neighbors had guests and he missed it when they entered the house. That's when he decided to do the same. We watched as he went back towards the garage, closing the door behind him and entered the house. He went through the living room and suddenly appeared in the kitchen window beside my mom. His hand landed gently on her shoulder as she looked up at him with tear stained cheeks. "Marilyn, let's go to bed." he said. Even though he was in the house, I could hear him clear as a bell.
Mom wiped her nose one more time before getting up from the table. All of the sudden, she wrapped her arms around my dad's waist and cried into his shoulder. Dad put his arms around her in return, cradling her and letting her
Moonbeam: Chapter Thirty The drive to Milwaukee was a lot shorter than I remember. According to the clock it was the hour and a half I expected, but it felt like twenty minutes. Here we were entering the city limits and I still had no idea what to say or do. I directed Bobby to the motel I told him about. We pulled into the parking lot and I realized I couldn't go inside to check in. My brain picked up the thoughts of the desk clerk inside and I realized immediately that it was Paul, a guy I went to high school with. When the hell did he start working at the Blue Spruce Motel? Surely he would recognize me and badger me with questions since everyone knew I was missing. Fuck. I was so screwed.
I asked Bobby to go in alone and check in, explaining why I couldn't go with him. This was not what I had planned on at all. I felt bad asking
Moonbeam: Chapter Twenty Nine The next night I woke up at twilight, the earliest I've ever woken up. The sky was still faintly purple, but that didn't matter. Bobby and I quickly got up and got dressed because the hunger in me was cresting fast. We were quick as we locked up the apartment and hit the streets in search of out own brand of fast food. Walking quickly, we were no less than a mile down the road in a matter of seconds. As luck would have it, we ran into a couple of thieves pretending to unlock a door to an apartment building when they were really trying to pick the lock. Obviously they were amateurs, otherwise the door would have been open already. We took them quickly, and I tried my best to do everything Bobby taught me in being discreet. I think I did pretty well. Not once did I lose control nor did my victim struggle. I even took care of gently bending his head t
Moonbeam: Chapter Twenty Eight We made love for hours that night. I don't know for sure if it was the result of a guilt-free existence or not. All I know is that it was even better than the first time. Bobby seemed to really enjoy it as well. My guess is that he didn't enjoy it as much as he could have the first time we had sex, and now he was making up for it. Then I realized that I was probably his first since he lost Mary. That's one hell of a dry spell.
When we were done, Bobby and I lay in each other's arms in bed. It was easy to admit that I liked this new Bobby, but I couldn't help but wonder how long it would last. I hoped he was serious about moving on. Hell, he already wasted eight years feeling guilty, it's high time he moved on. Still, something like that doesn't just happen overnight and I wondered how long it would be before he felt th