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CHAPTER FIVE

INVITATION TO SUNDAY BRUNCH

            It was obvious to our bewildered hedonists that certain aspects of their love life had gotten a little out of hand, the night before. I believe that the two, so-called, libertines realized that no matter how adventurous they may claim to have been, their own beliefs and core convictions would force the couple to confront one another. It would be a meeting where lines and boundaries had to and must be drawn. As far as, Stella-Ann was concerned she had to deal with an ever-stronger inner conflict. As a soldier and veteran, she desperately needed a corner, mentally, of course (total military thing). She was tied up into a million knots. But mentally and emotionally she needed to accomplish one pertinent task. My Battle Buddy needed to find a corner to, as a soldier would say, unfuck herself and find her bearings. The issues stirring about within her had to be dress right dressed, and rather quickly. Brunch with Mr. Bart would be the perfect opportunity, for such a challenging mental exercise…and it was on.                         

The irony of the situation was the fact that it was Bart who felt compelled to confront the issue of morality with Stella. I would guess his instincts were stabbing him in the ribs. He knew the entire ordeal with Julia upset Stella, tremendously. He had two choices, confront her, or wait until she confronted him. Bart is always a strategic thinker. The latter would not serve his objective. He decided to take the high road. He would muster the courage to bring the issue out into the open, thus demonstrating to his dear Stella that he did have some inkling of moral fiber. Inkling my ass, Bart was a control freak. He did not want to lose Stella-Ann because of a woman like Julia, rather he brought her into their lives or not. He was under no illusion to be perfectly honest.                                                                

In fact, the total opposite, for a change. Very transparent. What the hell was his true hold on Stella, or was I looking at this from too much of a cynical and emotional prospective? What hold did my Battle Buddy number one…have on Mr. Bart? Time would surely tell. Once Bart configured his plan of action mentally, he called Stella to invite her to Sunday brunch. He was a bit nervous as he dialed the phone because he had no idea what attitude he would be confronted with on the other end. Fortunately, for Bart Stella was quite smitten with him, so to his surprise, her response on the other end came across as pleasant and calm. She was upset about the night before, do not get me wrong, but she too is a strategist. With Stella timing is of the utmost importance. After a sincere greeting, Bart casually invited Stella to join him for brunch at Garrisons at Perimeter. The moment he asked her to brunch there was a short pause, and then Stella began to speak softly, but sternly at the same time.

 “Gee Bart, I don’t know, it being Sunday and all. I usually go to church and spend most of the morning and afternoon there,” she remarked with both concern and folly in her voice, unaware that Bart only saw this as an opportunity to reel her in his corner, that being the victory corner. A few seconds elapsed before Bart spoke.                                                                                 

“Come on Baby, I need to see those curly tresses dancing in the wind, along with those scolding dark chocolate eyes of yours.” Stella could hear his subtle hisses and signs of regret. He took in another deep breath, as she listened in on the other end; with temptation and curiosity: dancing about her mental lobes as his defensive retort taunted her.                                                                                 

‘Well, I believe you know already, girl. At that moment, all bets were off–church would have to wait that day. That girl…is a cool player, Bart had better be cautious of every word to say to her. She, again, is a very cool calculating poker-faced player. Nonetheless, Stella’s Spidey-Senses were going off like scud missiles. Bart sighed again, but only deeper and more forceful.                                    

“That’s the place I can’t help but lose myself yah know, in those beautiful laser-focused eyes of yours,” the gentleman pleaded with a voice riddled in southern drawl and desperation.                                                                                 

“Come on Stella, don’t think, let’s just do this, besides, you are due for a change.” The little girl in her had to chuckle. He sounded like the dude without a prom date the day before the actual prom.                                                                              

“Bart, Bart, Bart, you know you had me at hello, right?” She literally busted her guts laughing at Bart’s schoolboy like pleading ass. With that in mind she played with him a bit big mistake in the end.                                                                            

“Hon, you know this is the day, Sunday, I usually spend doing things that I want to do, operative phrase being, what I want to do?”                                                                                 

“That said, I realize that I had a lot to do today. Sunday brunch will only slow me down, ya know? Then again, I really need to get some things off my chest that concerned me about last evening’s craziness.” Bart sighed.                                    

He knew his worst fears about the previous evening were about to come to a head. He knew enough about Stella to know that she did not get anything off her chest lightly. This woman would come to brunch with a mission. She was coming to set him straight about himself and her personal mental and emotional disposition. In addition, he grew incredibly nervous with the idea of what was coming. When Stella got anything off her chest, it would be with much drama, southern style of course.                                                                                  

Trust me, when it came to Stella this style was the order of the day. With that thought in mind Bart instantly went into strategic business mode, which meant never negotiate. What can be said for this attribute of his? Bart is simply your quintessential high-powered type. Every now and again he softens for all the right reasons, but there was something about that damn Stella that intimidated him down to his core. He never made her aware of this verbally; he insisted, instead, on running to lower ground to keep hidden. I never understood this trait in either of these lovers. I think we were more surprised at Bart. He could run, but when it came to Stella and those damn instincts of hers, he could never hide. She would seek or sniff out his fears without ever having to say a word. Yeah. The drama was coming all right.                                                                                 

Bart, being the strategical thinker and all, asked Stella to hurry so they would not lose the warm rays of the afternoon sun. He had all the time in the world, but he did this thing with Stella often. I suspect he did it to keep her off guard. If he upset her, he knew enough to know it would serve as a distraction. They were just beginning to learn how to push each other’s buttons. I am afraid Bart underestimated my friend terribly. She had a surprise for his ass, the wayward gentleman just did not know it yet. She played her role rather coyly, and as tight to the vest as she could. Before Bart closed his conversation with Stella, he decided he would have some fun with her by taunting her. You know what he used as the subject matter.                                                                                  

“You are coming to meet with me for brunch, right girlfriend? I do not wish to have to call Miss Julia to take your place with me today. You know she will be all too willing to eat at Garrison’s with me.” Stella did not say a word for a few seconds. Suddenly, she smirked to herself, and began laughing at Bart.                                               

A small frown raced across his forehead. He was quite puzzled by her lack of rhetoric. Still, Stella kept laughing out loud, harder, and harder. Then her laughter turned to a silent jeering whimper. Bart was not pleased; he was not angry either. He did not know what to think. Then the tables turned on him and he did not realize it. He took Stella’s bait.                                                                                  

“What the hell are you laughing at, Stella? Did I say something funny, or are you laughing at me? Well, which one is it? You are such a fucking bitch sometimes, Stella.” Stella had a plan up her sleeve.

This plan of hers had simple logistics. The precision would strike hard at Bart’s inner core, soliciting his moral fiber. Bart was caught in Stella’s crosshairs. She had the crossbow ready and aimed straight for his heart. Which is not his soft spot.                                                                                  

Personally, I would have aimed just a bit lower towards his masculine member. That is his true soft spot.                                                                                      

Listening to Bart yell and interrogate her, Stella decided finally to respond casually to some of his questions….                                                                       

“Be careful what you wish for when it comes to pretty young things like Julia, Bart.” Brrrrrrrr!                                                                                  

“Most people will think you’re compensating for your own shortcomings!” Ouch…that had to hurt.                                                                                

“I will meet you for brunch, but only to give you a piece of my mind, and let you know who you’re really dealing with.” StellaAnn’s dandruff was raised a bit with each second, she was on that phone with Bart.                                                                  

“Don’t you ever threaten me with that bitch, ever again! Or you will be landing in a fucking hot LZ (landing zone). Let me be crystal clear about that, Mr. Over Compensator.”                                                                                  

By this time Battle Buddy #1 was in total defense mode. That boy raised her angst, as usual….                                                                                                                              

“I can state without any doubt that neither of you would like to feel the true depth of my wrath.” Her voice elevated just loud enough for the gentleman to take a moment to check himself.                                                                                

“Do we have an understanding about that?”                                                             

“WELL, DO WE?”                                                                                  

After that repartee Bart’s jaw literally hit the ground. He started to hang up the phone and never call her again. However, his strong curiosity coupled with his ever-growing feelings toward Stella got the better of him. He did nothing, except respond the only way any man could at that very moment.                                                    

“Listen up, Stella, I simply wanted to go over the events of last evening with you. I don’t want to fight with you about this, nor upset you any further.”                          

“Baby girl, this isn’t a struggle for power or control. I know I was out of line bringing Julia back into the mix; for that I truly apologize,” he recanted with a long sigh of impatience.                                                                                 

“But if you aren’t here by the time, I think you should be, well then it is on.”            

Oh boy. Will he ever learn? He knew Stella could not wait to respond, so instead of listening to what she had to say about his comment, he hurried off the phone. The line went completely dead. Stella-Ann recognized his power play. Still, she was freaking livid. But she understood the power play and chose to respect the gesture. It was not enough, however, to stop her from meeting with Bart. His brazenness, or rather bad judgement served as the quintessential catalyst for Stella. She caught on quickly to the fact that he was teasing and baiting her, from the word go. That girl put any emotions of anger completely out of her mind, relying on the advice of her dear mother from over the years.                                                 

Never make a decision under duress.”                                                                  

Words Stella would pass along to all of those in her intimate social circle. In her mind’s eye Stella needed, no wanted for that matter, a sit-down confrontation with Bart. It was clear to her that she could never relive another night the likes of the one she lived with Julia and Bart. Her primary goal after their conversation was to get dressed and meet Bart at Perimeter.                                                        

In addition, she would relieve herself of feelings that were not welcome or acceptable from the prior evenings wild, and out of control carnal antics. We, as soldiers, called this the quintessential, finding a corner to go unfuck ourselves in mentally and emotionally, of course. That is exactly what she did.                                                

I do need to iterate that Stella took her own sweet time getting there. He knew she would. He wanted to see for himself how far he could push her. Truth be known, Bart traveled and stepped very lightly. Though our two lovers allowed laughter into the scenario with them, the truth remained that their relationship had entered critical and shaky ground. The time had come for Bart and Stella to handle their business, so to speak.

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