Love in the RV Park
By Jeffrey Ross
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This quirky and fast moving romance revolves around passionate lovers in tangled and mostly unfulfilling relationships. The tale is complete with hot housewives, rock musicians, exotic dancers, motorcycles, steamy nail polish-melting love scenes, hard drinking college professors, hybrid alien children, a romantic bug exterminator, girl fights, a New Year’s Eve brawl, religious zealotry, prophecies (The Temple of Just DOET) —and more. Ultimately, Love in the RV Park is about the male perception [misperception?] of the female psyche—and the novel attempts to answer an age-old question: What do women want? Laugh or cry—you’ll come away enlightened after reading this zany romance.
Jeffrey Ross
JEFFREY ROSS is feared and revered for his appearances at celebrity roasts. In fact, making fun of people is a way of life for Jeffrey Ross. Called “an heir apparent to such old-school masters as Buddy Hackett and Rodney Dangerfield” by the New York Times, Ross has memorably and uproariously roasted many of America’s favorite stars. His first book, I Only Roast The Ones I Love: Busting Balls Without Burning Bridges will be released in September by Simon Spotlight Entertainment, a division of Simon & Schuster. Jeff also stars in a popular Comedy Central stand-up DVD and CD, “Jeffrey Ross: No Offense – Live From New Jersey”, as well as an award-winning documentary he directed about his experience entertaining U.S. troops in Iraq titled, “Patriot Act: A Jeffrey Ross Home Movie.” Jeff divides his time between New York City, Los Angeles, and the road.
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Love in the RV Park - Jeffrey Ross
Love in the RV Park
or
What do Women Want?
Published by Rogue Phoenix Press at Smashwords
Copyright © 2013
ISBN: 9 978-1-62420-056-4
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Oh What a Quirky Web We Weave
Foolish Tales of Love to Believe
The Little Colorado River Band in 1985
Dedication
To Jack Frost—a man of the forest and high desert, a terrific poet has struggled mightily with romantic impulses, yet finds happiness in graceful and creative solitude.
Adam Swiss
Singer/Songwriter
Adam Swiss sat on a bar stool and watched the cold late autumn rain drip pitifully off the corrugated patio cover. He noticed his old Yamaha, a 1969 DT-1 250 cc motorcycle, was staying dry under the tree where he’d parked it. The dented but clean motorcycle looked oddly misplaced in time, almost baleful, in the mists.
Tonight’s crowd was thin on this creaky Moonbucks porch. Most of the patrons sat, isolated, hooded, completely inside the building, eyes glued to laptop screens or smart phones.
These poor !@#$% look like locusts stuck to plastic trees, thought Swiss to himself.
Swiss was here tonight, like the last three Friday nights, to provide background guitar music for the gathered coffee snobs. Moonbucks corporate policy forbade payment to musicians, but he would be given free coffee and cakes for the following week as payment in kind. But not even a gift card, he considered wryly.
Not so long ago, Swiss had been working at a college in the Midwest. Happily married, or so the town thought, he and his wife had been living the playful small community existence. Two cars, bundled cable and internet service, Friday night happy hours, and her new tattoos.
Now tattoos themselves weren’t a problem to Swiss. But, madam butterfly had become a sparrow, then a raven, as Phyllis added twenty-five and later fifty pounds.
Soon she was so large she couldn’t fit into size twenty-six pants.
Swiss was an educated man—a man who had great aesthetic sensibility. When romance became displaced by Kostco, snacks, and cooking shows blaring away 24/7 in his bedroom, he expressed concern. When he couldn’t get his arms around his loving wife any more, he oiled the bike’s chain. When the scale broke at home and she cussed him like a trooper, he’d had enough.
They didn’t own any kids, and the shaky couple had even less money. He finally capitulated, gassed up his Yamaha DT-1, cleaned the spark plug, threw on a backpack, strapped on his guitar, and eventually rode six hundred tough, cold miles to Hamilton City, North New Mexico.
Adam Swiss was now living in a run-down forty-year-old travel trailer in an RV park on a low hill by the river, just off Edison Avenue. The trailer had heat, running water, and a shower. Sometimes the roof leaked during a rainstorm.
He had worked out a deal with management. He’d function as the on-site go to guy
and do minor fixes and repairs for the other fifty-one residents of this five bar resort. In return, his rent was a nominal one hundred dollars monthly.
Swiss had no other job, and he was using his weekly Moonbucks gig as a way to hopefully advertise himself as a musician. He knew something good was ahead, just waiting to happen. He couldn’t sing worth a lick, but he played guitar and bass pretty well.
What Swiss didn’t know was that his density, uh—destiny, had forcefully and confidently walked into Moonbucks, wearing Capris pants, hair ribbons, pale lipstick, and church-recommended garments of restriction.
Her new pearl necklace and wedding ring sparkled first-class, and his feelings at that moment reminded old Swiss of those turgid emotions he once endured when a beautiful girl caught his eye for the very first time.
She sat down with three other well-heeled gals and ordered a glass of water and a chocolate muffin. They launched into a discussion of vampire novels, American Idol, and the next church social. Swiss busied himself tuning his guitar, which was rapidly going sharp in the damp air.
But his eyes were fixed on her curves, her presence, and her chattiness. And she was thin. And beautiful. And shining, by heaven, in the dim light.
The diamond-encrusted cross she wore, suspended from a loose, sensuous, silver chain, reflected stage lighting like a disco ball.
Now Swiss had been emotionally beaten, many times, under the roof of his old domicile. His manly wife had set him straight on most issues—especially on how couples should behave in public and in private. His wife had always been impressed by windbags, Dallas Cowboy jerseys, tats, and sports collectibles. But she had little respect for Adam.
He wanted so badly to have romantic feelings, to write love songs, to bring flowers, to feel the throb and pulse of fulfilled love and the gentle touch of a woman’s willing lips.
So—Swiss, in an emotionally fragile state, broke, sort of on the lam, tired, and psychologically beaten, had been smitten instantly by this beautiful, curvy, nicely-dressed, clearly-married and socially-integrated woman. What would he do?
Well. He sat on the stool and caught snatches of the girls’ conversations. He was trying to glean some significance, some meaning, some awful portent, and some transient mystic symbolism, for why their paths were crossing here. Not much came through.
Finally, in the Key of G, Adam Swiss broke into song, strumming his slightly amplified Rickenbacker 330 in the dim glow of the nearly romantic stage lights:
Are you waiting there for me—
While the light breaks from my Rickenbacker?
Are you thinking bits of me—
Making my life tick a little faster?
Are you dreaming? Are you mine?
Can you help my places grow and nourish?
Did you drive those miles for me?
And never sleep a wink ‘cause
We were loving…
Did you wander to the sea—taking photos of the sunsets flooding?
Are you certain of your heart—and the life ahead you think of starting?
Tender moments come from always parting…
Can’t we be, just what we are?
Two fates a-pounding on this middle class star
Can’t we be, just what we seem?
Afraid of nothing but the happiness dream?
(At this point, some credit should be given to the obscure eighties rock quartet, The Rockhardz, who helped to craft this self-absorbed song.)
Leah Free
A Looker
Leah Free, meanwhile, nicely packaged and smelling very good, was heavily involved in a discussion about dill pickles, Christmas potlucks, and pantry odors. She did not fidget nor talk without listening. Mrs. Free had always boasted her ankles were her best attribute—and she gazed at her painted toenails and smoothly shaven legs with obvious satisfaction.
She also gazed at the balding-though-athletic singer. Closely. And the song made her smile—even if he were off key just a bit. She played piano for her church and knew about such things.
Leah Free was a beautiful woman. She knew how to dress and carry herself. Few would believe she had borne three sons. It’s as if the cosmetic and fashion companies were invented for her. Everything fit, everything smelled great on her. Leah’s exquisite and yet girlish figure was envied by most of her friends. Leah was clever and witty (B.A. in English from Copperfield Community College Super+ Program) and charming.
She had been married for twenty-two years to a good solid citizen. Luther was an accountant at the local Go Green Power Plant—he made d—- good money, was a successful investor and business manager, had no bad habits, and was quite faux-athletic. He played softball on Monday night, bowled on Tuesdays, went to church Wednesday evenings, played in a Scrabble league on Thursdays, and attended Bible studies with his church Men’s Group on Fridays.
Leah’s sons were excellent students. They were scholars, athletes, and demonstrated only perfect behavior. Leah kept an immaculate house—thanks to a salaried house keeper—and she drove a 2013 Lexus SUV with over-sized black powder coat wheels, received a pedicure thrice a week, and was encouraged to travel with her girlfriends by her husband.
Certainly a common and clear-cut case of Subsidy.
Sometimes she felt guilty about the cost of her new bosom. But