"All About the Benjamins" Chapter 7

Chapter 7
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The scene opens with Rebel's car traveling down the interstate... They head for the mountains. The long, curvy road passed the lake and headed into the national park. He pulled off the main road onto a small dirt road. It was very bumpy and bounces Kristie around a bit. She saw a log cabin up the road secluded back in the trees and wondered if that was where they were going. They turned into the driveway, drove up to the cabin, and stopped beside the porch.

The cabin in the woods was just as he remembered it. For a long time, he was the only one who was allowed to see the cabin. It was his father’s treasure – his secret hideaway and art studio. It was where some of his best pieces were created.

The two of them got out of the car and walked around, taking in the sights and sounds of nature. Kristie went to open the door while Rebel brought their things in. The cabin boasted a huge living area and two bedrooms, one overlooking a lush valley filled with wildflowers and a small stream below the sharp drop-off of the mountain on which the cabin sat. One side of the huge living room held an impressive fireplace which took up most of the wall. He showed her the bath and the guest bedroom, then built a roaring fire to warm the cabin up and get the humidity out.

The sky was a bright orange as the sun was beginning to set behind the mountains.

Kristie went to the kitchen where she found a large can of beef stew, that she poured into a large kettle and brought it out to the fire place to be cooked. Rebel hung the kettle on the hook and put the lid on it. he swung it over the slow burning fire, then sat back in a large comfy chair.

Both sat peaceful in large oversized chairs enjoying the golden silence, and listening to the crackling of wood in the fire place until the sweet aroma of the stew filled the warm cabin. He could tell by Kristie's actions that she was settling down and was totally relaxed. Rebel got up and lit the lamps, while Kristie checked the food and declared it ready. They sat at the dining table and ate dinner.

After dinner Rebel announced...

"I'm going outside to look around and check things out."

He grabbed the suitcase with the money and while Kristie wasn't looking, went outside behind the cabin, dug a hole and buried the treasured luggage. After getting back to the cabin, he washed his hands and searched for Kristie. She wasn't in the living room or kitchen. Finally he found her fast asleep on the bed. She laid there with her breasts protruding up lewdly and her nipples were hard as erasers from the cool night air. Her skin shimmering from the light of the silvery moon shinning through the window.



Rebel watched her in fascination. Staring at her voluptuous breast as they heaved up and down with every breath.

"Get a hold of yourself man!" Rebel shook his head vigorously breaking free from his almost hypnotic state of mind.

He went to the bathroom and splashed water on his face. It was getting late, and Rebel decided to turn in for the night, and it wasn't long until he drifted off to sleep.

The morning sun beamed through his bedroom window into his eyes. He got dressed and made his way to the kitchen to start the coffee. The smell of fresh coffee had wakened Kristie. She came into the kitchen in a good mood.

"If you had told me that I would be sleeping in a feather bed I would not have been impressed, but now I want one." She laughed.

"I found some Bisquick in the pantry." He said enthusiastically. "We can make biscuits in the oven, and I found another can of beef stew, but there's just a little bit wood left... I'll have to go chop some more."



"You go chop the wood, and I'll make breakfast." Kristie suggested grabbing a large mixing bowl from the cupboard.

He started the fire in the stove, and Kristie began mixing the batter. Meanwhile Rebel went out to cut some wood and split the dry to bring in. A thin wisp of smoke curled slowly from the chimney, dancing and flitting as the breeze carried it higher into the sky. Rebel stopped chopping wood and admired the serene scene before leaning on his ax. Wildflowers had covered the ground and the morning dew covered the field so that everywhere he looked, a million glittering dewdrops winked back at him. The hurried chirps of a chickadee returning to its nest broke Rebel from his reverie.

He flexed his fingers, spat on his hands and went back to chopping. He tried not to think about Van Dawson and his boy's. And of course, he still didn't know how Torie and Sophie were faring. It would be a few more days at least until he got news about that.

He sighed and shook his head, gathering up the wood he'd chopped in the carrier and slinging the ax over his shoulder.

Wiping his feet off at the doormat, he stepped inside, savoring the smell of fresh bread in the oven.

"After breakfast I'll go into town for groceries and call Torie." He stated.

"I'll go with you." she offered.

"No, you stay here," he proposed. Besides he still didn't trust her a hundred percent. That phone call she made at the restaurant made him feel a little uncomfortable. "It'll be quicker if I go by myself."

"But I don't want to stay here all alone." she protested.

"Oh, stop being childish... You'll be fine."

"I'm going!"

"Your staying!"

"FINE!" she shouted, slamming the door as she stormed out.

"Oooohhh!" He huffed, turning towards the fireplace. "Women!" He fumed grabbing the poker of the fire place and stoking the the coals of the languishing fire.



Grabbing a pot holder from off the counter he gingerly pulled the bread from the oven., examining it for imperfections.

"Was I wrong?" Trying to convince himself, "I mean what harm is it, if she goes?"

Rebel stared out the window and saw Kristie walking towards the lake. He decided to go after her and tell her it's okay, she can go... He took a hike through the immense woods following a path a quarter mile long to the valley below his cabin. As he neared the lake Rebel caught sight of Kristie amid the bushes next to the waters edge. He raised his eyebrows with interest and watched anxiously, as Kristie began to disrobe. With her back turned to him, Kristie faced a large brush and quickly undressed herself and left her clothes laying in the grass as she scampered into the water.



She only waded in waist deep and Rebel watched intently as she splashed the liquid content of the lake on her shoulders letting her hands run slowly down her breast and across her stomach. Her gorgeous body gleaming with wetness. Rebel allowed his mind to wonder, and slip gradually into a daydream. as he was caught up in a reverie of abstracted fantasy, he found himself in the water with Kristie.

He dreamed that he swam to her, and wrapped his arms around her waist. Kristie nervously pulled herself closer to Rebel so that their chests were touching. Anticipation and exhilaration made Kristie's heart race and she wondered if she should kiss him or let him kiss her first.

Rebel must have read her mind because he lowered his head to meet hers and his soft lips gently brushed against Kristie's. They kissed once more and Kristie let Rebel massage her tongue with his. Her heart pounded in her chest. Rebel was an amazing kisser.



They kissed once more, a bit harder and more passionately and Kristie felt her hard nipples press against his chest. She shivered with excitement and her body naturally rubbed against his up and down while they kissed more and more. All of Rebel's blood rushed between his legs and Kristie suddenly felt something rise between her thighs.

"Hey... Come on in." Kristie shouted.

Rebel could hear a voice off in the distance saying... He shook it off for a second and went back to his dreamlike musings.

"Hey." the voice yelled again. "The waters fine."

Suddenly Rebel was snapped back to reality as he refocused his vision, and saw Kristie waving her arms at him.

The look in his eyes, he felt "caught" doing something wrong. He had the same scared look as a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. Realizing that he was caught red handed like some perverted peeping Tom, he turned and bolted, embarrassingly back up the hill towards the cabin.



[the scene fades to black as Rebel runs away through the dense trees.]

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