I nodded as I drew near to him. I pulled the bottle out and briefly holding it up I dropped it and his hand under force of training snaked out and caught it in midair. He turned the bottle around studying it.
"Liniment?" He asked puzzled looking back up at me.
"What's it for?" He asked.
"I'll give you a hint. It does wonders for bruised skin and sore muscles."
He still looked at me blankly not understanding. That was all right. I'm sure he'd figure it out later and thank me for it. Nothing like an innocent hand or foot massage to pave the way of getting to touch the object of his desires and create a thirst for more.
"Give her a few minutes and Trent?"
He glanced at me questioningly.
"Have her home before 10."
He gave me a 'are you serious look' before grudgingly nodding.
I heard the door open and Deshavi stumbled out. Her hair was still somewhat wet, but otherwise she was a five-minute wonder of feminine display. It took a moment for Trent to unglue himself from gazing at her. He quickly opened the passenger side door and she got in. I watched her eyes track him all the way around the front hood of the truck, until he got in and then they were headed down off the mountain.
How tumultuous young love can be. In the pits of despair one moment and then higher than the stars the next moment. I remembered it well. I just hoped they behaved themselves. I knew how hard that was to do to, but it was a fight worth fighting for. So many didn't see that anymore, but it was nevertheless a truth.
The day turned into evening and then night. I saw the pickups lights in the distance. I pressed my cell phone and the display lid up, 9:54. The boy was cutting it close.
The truck pulled up and I could see the dim outline of Trent getting out and opening Deshavi's door. He said something and I heard Deshavi's mirthful laughter ring out. It was a good sound to hear. As Trent pulled away, Deshavi, after looking after the truck for a long moment, made her way onto the porch. She sensed my presence and stopped. She looked like she wanted to say something, but didn't. Instead she came over to me and I stood up. Her arms came around me tightly and not since for a long time my arms found their way around her.
"Thank you grandpa!"
I nodded and after a while we separated and she went inside. I walked out into the night and made my way down to my knees in the dirt and said my own thank you to my Heavenly Father.