“Oh yeah,” I say, laughing. “I guess your cock is the apple of original sin,” I say.
Luke laughs, and we fall asleep cuddling in front of the open fire, completely naked, but not too cold to sleep.
28.
Luke
We’re hiking out of the Texas campsite, totally exhausted. The sun is hot today and beating down. Fortunately we’re well rested, and well fed, not to mention sexually satisfied, which is all good considering the huge packs that we’re hoisting on our backs.
“What’s going on over there?” says Rebecca. “Some kind of traveling music festival or something?”
She points down the long Texas road to where I can see a huge convoy of cars, SUVs, and vans. A couple of the vans have the big satellite dishes on top, and I instantly recognize them as the paparazzi.
“That’s the paparazzi,” I say.
“Shit,” she says. “Should we run and hide?”
We haven’t had many huge run in’s with the paparazzi since we got married. Actually, so far the official press releases are the only information the press had to go one. We managed to keep the wedding under wraps enough that no one knew what was happening until we registered our marriage with the Liserian government.
“No,” I say, feeling confident now about facing the press. “Let them come. We’re going to keep walking, though. We’ve got to get to that bus stop by one o’clock, right?”
Rebecca nods. “Are you sure, though? We don’t look exactly royal right now.”
It’s true. We’re mud splatted and our clothes are torn. We’ve been camping out now for over three weeks, and we haven’t had more than a couple showers in all that time.
“No,” I say. “Let them come and see us how we are. I want them to see how happy we are now. I’m not the boy I once was. I’m now a man. Now I’m a real prince, and this is what a real prince looks like.”
The vans and SUVs and cars rush up around us. Some of them park in front of us, trying to block our path.
“Come on,” I say, to Rebecca, and I guide her right through the cars, weaving in and out of their bumpers, trying to ignore the huge flashes and video cameras and the boom mics that are shoved in our faces.
Finally, a gaggle of the reporters realize we’re going to keep walking, so they rush up to us and shove their little microphones and journalists pads at us, and demand answers to their questions.
“Yes,” I say. “We’re on a camping trip of the United Sates. This is where we met two years ago.”
“Isn’t this the site of one of your most widely publicized fights?”
“Yes,” I say. “That’s true, but I don’t do that kind of stuff any more. I’m a new man. Rebecca’s helped me out with that.” And it’s true. I’m not just feeding the press a line. This is how I really feel, and not only that but I’m glad that I feel like this. I guess without realizing it, I was searching for something in all those wasted years partying, and I was searching for Rebecca. Now that I have her, maybe those years weren’t a waste though, since there’s no one else on the whole planet who could do what she does for me.
“He’s changed a lot,” says Rebecca, chiming in, and giggling as she says it. “But, he was there all along, and that’s why I stuck with him. He saved me here from a poisonous snake two years ago while he was still partying. But that didn’t get into the papers. Only his fight did.”
“And what have you been doing for work, now that you’ve abandoned your party boy lifestyle?” says one reporter.
“I’ve been working with various non profit organizations,” I say, which is the truth. “I want to help the people of Liseria. I’ve decided to use my title of prince for something other than just having a great time myself.”
“Not to mention sleeping with every woman he could,” says Rebecca, smiling, happy that she got one in.
I groan. That one’s definitely going in the paper.
“But there’s only one woman for me now,” I say. “And that’s Rebecca.”
“And what kind of work are you doing?” says another reporter.
“Like I said,” I say. “I’m involved with various non-profit organizations. And Rebecca and I are working on starting our own non-profit. We’re interviewing people for the position when we get back to Liseria. We want to discourage drug and alcohol use among young people. We’re going to show them that there are other things to do to have fun. Rebecca’s always been really into the outdoors, and I’m very thankful that she’s opened up that part of my life for me. So we’re going to work on getting the Liserian youth outdoors, because Liseria has a huge swath of vast and untouched natural beauty just waiting for people to enjoy. And Rebecca’s going to be working on getting a better relationship between Liseria and America, encouraging trips for people of Liseria and French descent to visit Liseria. Liseria has been basically a small and isolated country for too long, and it’s time to open it up to the world. The world has a lot to offer to Liseria, and Liseria has a lot to offer to the world.”
“And what do you think about…”
The questions are coming in, piling on top of one another. The reporters are practically fighting for the chance to shove the microphones in our faces. I can tell Rebecca’s getting overwhelmed, and so am I.
“Come on,” I say to Rebecca. “Let’s get out of here.”
I grab her bag off of her shoulders, and the reporters give us confused looks. I take the huge pack and put it on my stomach, facing away from me. It’s heavy, but I can do it.
“Ready?” I say to her. “We’re going to make a run for it.”
She smiles at me.
“You going to show me what Liseria has to offer Americans?” she says.
“I can offer you my cock.”
The reporters cackle. They think they’ve finally caught me slipping up again, slipping into my old bad boy persona. I could give two shits though. They can think what they want and write what they want. It’s not important to me now, and it never really was, but now with Rebecca, what the press says about me is the least important thing in the world to me.
“You’re royal Liserian cock,” says Rebecca, fully audible to the reporters. “My parents are going to love reading this,” she says, laughing.
“Come on,” I say, and I take her hand and we sprint away from the reporters, our path making a right angle with the road.
We’re running, and laughing, having the time of our lives, with both packs jangling on me, but the weight doesn’t bother me with Rebecca. We’re headed right into the woods, where we can set up a tent and be happy, just the two of us. We don’t need anything else but each other.
THE END
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