Bond’s Bodyguard
by
John Presco
For two days I have been inspired to rework Miriam Starfish Christling. This morning I was going to abandon thee project because Starfish is eve more controversial. I just Google “Samaritan: and found this! I forgot about – this! This is why I am very protective about who get to know me, and who wants to borrow the name ROSAMOND to make there won AI Art. Is there a….
AI LABYRENTH?
The Beautiful Samaritan – Jon Rosamond 7/10/23
The Beautful Samaritan
by
John Presco
Copyright 2023
Before Miriam Starfish became the bodyguard of Victoria Rosemond Bond, she was known as The Good and Beautiful Samaritan. After her parents were killed in a butane explosion, she went south in the family truck, a International Harvester that broke down near Rio Nedo California. Afraid, she sprang into the redwoods like a wild animal. Scooping out the soft cent of a large felled redwood near a small stream, Starfish felt safe, for now. However, in a week they started arriving, from all over the world, some of the richest men in the world. There were not women allowed at the Bohemian Hijinks, but that summer she was spotted by revelers who swore they beheld
The Wild Owl Woman
Miriam got her sleeping bag out of thee Harvester just before it got towed. In her lair she put herself in a trance, so she could see the address of Crazy Bobby her mother put on the refigerator with a magnet.
“If anything hapepens to us, go to Bobby’s house in Belmont!”
That note and the newspaper clipping did not survive the fire. Bobby had been in Vietnam and was threatening the City Sappers, as he called the workers who were digging up the steep side of his home to put in a drainage pipe – to prevent a landslide – they said!
“Damn lairs!” Bobby screamed in the phone that her parents used when thy went to town.
“I reufuse to cut my lawn. They hate my tall weeds. I caught them using defoliant on the curb-strip. It was Vietnam allover. Agent Orange bastards!”
Bobby’s great grandfather successfully sued the Twin Pines Sanitarium for giving him shock treatments. The City of Belmont had plans for that land. They had it out for the whole……..?
“Rouse? Is that Bobby’s surname?”
…..family.
To be continued!
Around 1:00 P.M. I used Fotor and Artificial Intelligence to create The Beautiful Samaritan. By voice command AI gave me two images of a wild Tarzan woman. I then used Rena Christenen’s High School year book photograph that was taken ten months before we met. I was shcked at the first result you see above. Young Rena – is reborn! She looks like the beautful apparation I belhled on Mount Tamalpias.
I did not get cosmic permission to go to the Oregon Country Fair yesterday. A half hour ago I got Creative Permission to use AI to illustrate my books – and carry on my families creative tradition. Christine Rosamond Benton met Rena, and later described her the way she looks above. After see the painting I did of Rena in a long cape, Christine took up art ad became famous. I will sign all my inages
Jon Rosamond
Here are some images from the Country Fair
John Presco a.k.a. Jon Rosamond
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By a Beautiful Waterfall With the Young Woman I Love
Posted on August 14, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press
When Rena and I left the backyard, we went to that freak-out hotel on Telegraph so we could engage in intercourse in a bed. It was a disaster. No sooner did we get naked in bed, then we heard blood curdling screams and evil arguments – from every room. Folks were on bad drug trips. Our room was ugly and used – in an abusive way.
I looked at the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, who did not belong here. What a mistake.
“Let’s get out of here! Get dressed.
“Where are we going.”
“It’s a surprise.”
We crossed the San Rafael Bridge around six in the afternoon. We got to Mount Tamalpais, and pitched our beloved tent at seven. We had two hours of daylight. Rena loved this place.
“I want to go swimming. Is there any place to swim?”
“Yes, follow me!”
Fifteen minutes later, we are standing on the trail looking at the beautiful pool of deep water that Catarac Falls fell into.
“Will this do?” I asked, and was taken aback at how incredible Rena looked against the forest. I was enthralled by her perfect profile and watched her eyes take in the beauty all around us.
But, Rena was not smiling. I had a hard time reading her. We hardly knew each other. That fact become very apparent, because we were now utterly alone. We were deep in a beautiful forest. I could tell she was feeling uncormfable. I suddenly realized if she went swimming in this forest lagoon, I would want to be in the water with her. She did not want that. I could tell she was hiding her discomfort – very well. For some reason she did not want us to be naked in that pool, and embrace. Under her facade I could see she was afraid. Why?
“Rena.” I spoke softly. “I don’t want to seduce you anymore. I want to get to know you. I want to be with the person behind that beautiful face. I want to talk with you. I want you to talk to me.”
Rena looked so startled, as if she had been found, or, found out. She was trapped inside her beauty. Her beauty was her shield that told everyone she was doing well, and there was no need to dig any deeper.
I watched her stagger, then struggle to keep her balance as my beautiful blue eyes told her I was speaking the truth. Indeed, I would never touch her again if I could not see the real Rena.
“No ones ever talked to me before.” she said.
“What do you mean. Surely people have conversed with you?”
“But, they’ve never talked to me.”
“You mean, I am the first one?”
“Yes!”
“I have trouble believing that?”
“It’s true!”
I studied this beautiful creature as the sun sent beams of sunlight thru the canopy. I heard these unspoken words……
“You have found me!”
This is one of the most incredible moments of my life.
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