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"The Desert has no King"

The Scorpion

Scorpions are nocturnal. They often ambush their prey, lying in wait as they sense its approach. They capture their prey with their pedipalps, paralyzing them with their venom as well, if necessary. The immobilized prey is then subjected to an acid spray that dissolves the tissues, allowing the scorpion to suck up the remains.

A Scorpio

Scorpio is the symbol of sex and Scorpios are passionate lovers, the most sensually energetic of all signs. For them, union with the beloved is a sacrament. They are a possessive lover. They need great self-discipline, because they are unable to recognize the qualities in themselves that make them different from other humans, and to know their utterly conventional natures can be used for greatness to another human…or enormous evil. They are deeply sensitive and easily moved by their emotions. They are like the volcano not far under the surface of a calm sea; it may burst into eruption at any moment. They are your best friend…or your worst nightmare.

Traditional Traits

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Determined and Forceful — Emotional and Intuitive
Powerful and Passionate — Exciting and Magnetic
Protector of Family — Protector of Friends

The Dark Side

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Jealous and Resentful
Compulsive and Obsessive
Easily Aroused to Ferocious Anger
Unforgiving

"Gambling Stunts Your Growth as a Person—
Especially when you have something
to offer Life with
Your God given Talents."
Author ...Frederiko Aguilar

This is the story

Chapter 1
Desert Breeze

What can I say? I've had a good run. I'm riding blindfolded in a classy car with a babe that I've been banging to kingdom come, and, that I guess I've been in love with since I laid eyes on her. Now we're in the damn desert at three in the morning where lightning and thunder are having their way with each other. I can smell the rich scent of Opium perfume as Nina sits next to me. Tremors are going through her body as her blindfold soaks up a tear. I know the routine and this scene. Hey, this is Vegas! It's funny how keen your senses become when you can't see a thing. I'm calm... I know the score! I hear the purring of the motor as we drive over bumps and slides of blowing sand. That damned thunder! I never could get used to it. We're stopping. I can feel Nina's body tighten. Front car doors open slowly as our escorts step out. A long minute goes by as I feel Nina's warm breath face me.

"Frankie?" I lean over and whisper to her very low and softly—

"Shhh... Don't say anything, sweetheart."

"Frankie, I love you."

As I listen to her I know she wants me to say it back, and that this will probably be the last time that I have a chance to say it. I lean over and again smell her perfumed scent that reminds me of our wild, passionate moments.

"Nina, I____" The back car doors opened.

"Come on," says a low, muffled voice as they grab us by the arms and pull us out.

"What do you want?!!!" Nina cries. Her shouts are ignored as the howling wind blows sharply through the cactus needles.

Our escorts walk us a few yards from the car. The thunder blasts continue and all I notice now is an aroma from smoke that swirls in the air. Its scent is just like Benediction in church. Our blindfolds are still on and the smell is so familiar. God, where are we?

With my eyes shut tightly, I have a flash of receiving my first Holy Communion. I am seven years old. Then another flash of myself at age 11, the first day of serving mass as an altar boy. My Father, Mother and Aunt Mary are watching proudly as they receive Holy Communion from the priest. I hold the round gold paten under their chins that keeps particles of the host from falling onto the floor as the school choir sings. Another flash and I am in seventh grade being confirmed by the Bishop as my Uncle Amos stands beside me as my sponsor.

I can hear our abductors walking just a few feet away. With another flash of lightning and thunder, the sounds of guns start bursting with pops that echo across the mid-morning range. We can hear the revolution of bullets coming towards us as if they are in maximum slow motion. Nina is hit several times. She's thrust to the ground by the powerful blow of bullets. Oh yes, my body is also being penetrated with flying lead, as my mind continues to skyrocket into my past.

Finally, I hit the dirt. My face slams against the half-buried jagged stones as the sand continues to blow onto our bodies. All has stopped... is that it? It's pretty quiet… and I don't feel a thing as my body temperature begins to drop. Is this what is meant by the sound of silence? My eyes are still shut tight. I feel tired, drowsy, and thirsty. I think I'll just lay here for a moment. I'm… falling asleep. The thunder has calmed down a little. I can barely hear the roar of the winds...

Chapter 2
Where's the Action?

God, I remember the first day I set foot into this town. I didn't come from very far; just a small beach town outside Los Angeles, California. Two of my closest uncles sent me to Las Vegas, Nevada to lay low and out of sight for awhile. 1977 was supposed to be a great year for me and my horse booking business. I was twenty-eight years old and running from the god damn Mexican mob— and escaping to what? Well, here I am dying in the fucking desert from living in the fast lane again. Hot Vegas women… drinking… gambling… and power got me here.

I'm still laying here with that damn sand blowing all over my body. I can hear that thunder again. I wonder how Nina is... She's pretty quiet. I hope she's alive. I can still smell that aroma in the air. It has a scent of smoke mixed with incense. I don't hear the car motor anymore... just the howling of the desert wind. So why am I here?

... to be continued

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