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eBook Category: Erotica
eBook Description: Once In Every Generation! In every generation a voice stands out that speaks frankly, and uninhibitedly of the sexual experiences of himself and his peers. Henry Miller did it with Tropic of Cancer, and so did Alexander Trocchi in Young Adam. Now comes Randall Lang in Trailer Park Nights. In the first volume, Randy a 22 year-old man, just starting life on his own with a brand new trailer and a brand new job meet Rose, a captivating and beautiful red-haired swinger with a pain-filled past. Under her tutelage, Randy began a journey of erotic exploration and self-discovery. Then, one shocking morning, Randy rose to realize Rose is gone. No one knews where. The loss of his first love devastated him. And there ended book one in Randall Lang's ongoing saga. Trailer Park Nights begins when Randy hears a rumor that Rose may come back. What happens when she does teaches Randy still deeper lessons, about himself and about his appetites for love. Don't miss this true-to-life chronicle of one contemporary Young Adam's scorching trailer park nights!

eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/PageTurner, Published: 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2005

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Words: 29825
Reading time: 85-119 min.
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Rose and I had been together for several months. They had been months of highly charged sexuality interspersed with a quiet and mundane daily life. The days were largely filled with work, meals, evenings and bed. Then, as if by magic, Rose would conjure up or be swept into the sexual whirlwind that always seemed to swirl about her, drawing me inevitably along to never ending awe and appreciation. After a weekend of amazing sexual experiences capped off with a major dose of introspection and maturation, my life seemed to have arrived at another level, well above its modest beginnings. It was just after this critical juncture that I returned home from work to find my Rose in tears, crushed by a telephone call from a distant stranger.

"Please sweetheart! Tell me. What's wrong?" I pleaded with her to open up to me.

She pushed me away and walked to the sink. She stood with her back to me, pulled a paper towel from the roll and wiped her face and eyes. She took out a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water. I waited patiently while she took a long drink then set the half full glass on the counter

Rose turned to face me with her eyes cast downward, then slowly looked up until our eyes met. It was shocking to me! Rose's eyes had captivated me from the first moment I saw her. Those beautiful, deep, green eyes that could turn me into gelatin were red and swollen.

"I had a call at work today."

It was a relief just to hear her speak. She seemed to be gaining some control, but I could see she was fighting and her strength was nearly gone.

"It was from a social worker in Indiana. They have Larry in the prison ward of a hospital in Gary, Indiana..." Her voice trailed off as she again broke down in tears.

I moved to her and took her in my arms. She clung to me and sobbed more deeply as I quietly held her and smoothed her hair. Her pain was so deep and I felt helpless. All I could do was hold her and gently kiss her cheek. Eventually she straightened and pulled away to get another towel.

Suddenly she slammed her fist onto the counter and screamed, "That sonofabitch! He couldn't be dead!" Again and again she slammed down her fist as the tears overtook her. Through the tears she screamed, "I thought he was dead! I was getting over him! That miserable (slam!) lousy (slam!) sonofabitch! (slam!) Her knees failed and I rushed to catch her as she collapsed. She clung to me as we sat crumpled on the floor, her hysterical tears soaking my neck and shirt.

There was nothing I could say that would help. I wanted to take away her pain and make it better, but that was beyond me to do. All I could do was hold her shaking body and listen to her sobs. When the anger and tears began to relent, I whispered to her.

"Come on, sweetie, we have to get up off this floor. Come sit on the couch with me and we'll talk." I took her arms and gently yet firmly lifted her from the cold vinyl floor. She clung to me briefly as I started to walk us toward the couch.

Near the couch she suddenly stiffened and pulled away from me.

"I better go to the bathroom. I feel like such a mess."

"You're beautiful and you always look wonderful," I whispered to her, bringing a tentative smile to her lips. She kissed my cheek and turned to the bathroom.

As soon as she was out of sight I.made a call. Among the list of numbers near the telephone was Merrilee's. My fingers shook as I dialed. Merrilee's voice was a welcomed sound.

"Hi Merrilee, this is Randy."

"Hello baby! Need some lovin'?"

"Merrilee, it's Rose!" I'm sure she could hear the panic in my voice. "Could you come down? She needs you."

Without a question she responded, "I'll be right there!" I hung up and it seemed just seconds before Merrilee burst through the door.

"Where is she? What happened?"

Before I could answer Rose appeared from the hallway. Merrilee rushed to her and quickly wrapped her arms about her as Rose broke down again. Merrilee slowly guided Rose to the couch as she again struggled against the tears. I felt empty and useless. I was grateful for Merrilee.

I sat in a chair opposite the couch as Rose slowly told bits of the story between bursts of tears. Apparently Larry had landed in Indiana where he sold the trailer and everything else of value. He had developed a drug habit and basically lived on the streets. About six weeks ago he had attempted the armed robbery of a drug supplier and was severely beaten by two men. The police found him near death in an alley and took him to the hospital where he'd been ever since. His fingerprints connected him to several burglaries in the area. When he came out of the coma, they charged him and moved him into the prison ward until he was well enough to stand trial. His body had gone through drug withdrawal while he was in a coma, but for the most part, his memory was gone. Recently his memory had begun to return in bits and flashes, and in one such flash he called for Rose. In his babblings, Larry talked about Rose, Point Martin, and the Riverside Hotel. The social worker began to put things together and managed to find the hotel. When she called the hotel, she had asked if a "Rose" worked there.

Rose's devastation was complete. It seemed tall the hurt and pain, the uncertainty and emptiness, the loneliness had instantly come crushing down upon my beautiful Rose. I wanted to go to her and hold her until I could take the pain away; but at the same time I wanted to sweep her away somewhere to hide; to pretend this hadn't happened. I wanted to believe our tender loving relationship had not been disrupted. I wanted our "little island of peace" in a world of chaos to be as it was. I guess deep down, I had hoped Larry was dead, or at least would never again bother us. I had, just days before, realized I deeply and completely loved this woman although I knew I had no right to do so.

So I sat feeling useless and empty watching Merrilee comforting Rose while my mind rushed to consider as many future scenarios as it could shape. What would happen now? Would she rush off to him? Would she forsake him as he had done to her? Was our bond forever broken? Have I lost the most precious thing in my life? The thought of losing her was more frightening than death, for without her, there was no more life for me.

I stared at the two women. My stomach churned and fear ran through me like a chilling ice storm as tears formed in my eyes. I sat silently and still, as through my mind passed again and again one brief phrase. Rose, I love you ... Rose I love you ... Rose, I love you...