"No, I don't think anyone has EVER asked me to one," she replied to his question. And that was the honest truth. No one had ever asked to go to one before. "I'll see you Saturday morning then."

And that was the end of the phone call. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe 2 things. One that he would want to go out of town and two that he would ask her to go to another state to watch that!

Her list of questions ranged from, what do I wear to, what is going to happen there. It was very similar to the first time some asked her to a "drinking party" in high school. All that old fear and excitement mixed like a cheap cocktail was enough to make her a little nervous, but not enough to be sick or want to stay home.

Especially not with him. She'd never seen anything like him. Just when she thought she had seen it all from him, he threw her a curve. It kept things spicy. It kept things interesting. It kept her wanting more.

She had been with lots of guys who were nice and sweet, but how does that line from the Garth Brooks song on Hope Floats go? "You ain't seen nothing like me." And she hadn't ...

Where was this place? All he would say was, "Somewhere in Oklahoma," and he left it at that. He was very careful to tell her the temperature range and that it was civilized and that she would never be in danger. As a matter of fact it was not necessarily a place, but rather a "piece of federal land for a dedicated purpose." "Hmmm ... I don't think he's ever done ANYTHING like this before."

She did know that she would be camping out Saturday night and leaving to go back home Sunday morning. That gave her Monday to rest and relax and end the Labor Day weekend. "Maybe I can go shopping and find a good bargain when I'm back," she thought, but the mystery bothered her like a 3 day old bug bite.

Saturday came soon enough. She threw her things in the back of his car and noticed all the camping gear was just so. A space was left for her things and he packed them with haste.

He bought her a chorizo with egg and cheese and a Senorial non-alcoholic sangria. He wanted her sharp and alive and it was only 8:00 AM so she needed to not throw up.

The latest copies of "US," "People," and "Entertainment Weekly," were waiting on her seat when she jumped in. "He knows me soooooo well," she thought, but he never needed to know that.

"So have you ever been to Oklahoma?"

"No, what's it like?" she asked.

"Mmmmm, like Texas but only like 'one calorie' Texas. There are some nice spots and the people are good and nice, but it's just not Texas."

She could imagine.

After the radio station died out he flipped in, "The Best of Garth Brooks" and they listened to the cheesiness of Garth and even some Chris Gaines. For all his taste in the finer things and wonderful surprises, his taste in country music lacked.

At the end of "The Dance" she had enough and asked if they could listen to either nothing or something like that "Feel My Love" song from Hope Floats. He agreed and then decided that enough Garth was enough for even him.

It reminded him of Wal-Mart and he didn't want to spoil things, so he let her pick the music..

Three hours later they were there. Carnival in its atmosphere and carnal in it's sound. It was almost noon and there were already tons of people there. "I don't believe I'm at a Pow-Wow," she heard her inner voice mutter. "Pow-Wow's are for little boys who play Cowboys and Indians, ... right?!?!"

No, they weren't and he knew it. It was fun and interesting and load and full of the same stuff she loved at carnivals and fairs, but with a twist. Native Americans had come for close to 500 miles to participate in the Labor Day weekend Pow-Wow. The land was owned by the tribe, and as such it was federal land. If you screwed up here the sheriff wasn't coming to get you, it was the U.S. Marshall or the F.B.I.

But who thought about that? The sun was still warm, but he had picked a place for the tent in the shade. "Good Lord," she thought, "I'm glad he didn't rent a tee-pee for this, that would have been embarrassing!" But, it was romantic in a sense. Her big hunter gatherer lighting the small fire that swirled to the sky in their buffalo skin tee-pee. The orange glow of the fire giving just enough light as they make 'wampum' or 'whoopee' or whatever the Indian word for sex was.

No, the tent was plenty big for both of them and well kept and clean as clean could be in this place. No bugs, out of traffic and under some trees for shade and extra help in case it rained.

The rest of the day was amazing. She visited a totally different country. Food and sounds and sights she had never seen. Lots of crafts and peddlers begged for her attention.

But it was the drum beat that was consistent through the day. Those high pitched sounds of chanting and the thump, thump thumping of the drum. Hypnotic in nature and form. Savage in design. She could easily see how the "civilized" Europeans would consider the Native American a pagan. At the same time the drum and the song were soothing and something ... something she didn't expect ... SEXY!! "Oh no, I didn't just think the drum was 'sexy'." "Yes, my dear you did," she heard herself respond.

He knew so much about it. It was geeky, but interesting the same. He didn't overdose her with stats or figures or political commentary, more of relational things about the Native Americans. She had no idea where he learned it, but smart guys turned her on and he was a smart guy. And … she was turned on.

He saw her start to yawn and suggested they head back to the tent. She agreed and apologized for letting on she was bored. he knew it had been quite a day and asked her to think nothing of it. The drum kept going in the distance and the chanting as well, just further away.

"Meanwhile, back at the tent," she joked with him. "Ya, it's not the Ritz or Brown Palace, but it's a good tent .. as far as tents go I guess." They dropped their things and zipped the door. In the distance, they could hear the drums and distant muffled voices. Too far away to be concerned, but enough to keep a buzz of silence away.

The drums kept going.

She thought about how sexy he was and how much she enjoyed him. Culture or no, he was so good to her. And that's why she had agreed to come, he kept her safe and in the front of his mind.

The florescent bulb filled the small space. She didn't mind that the tent was small or that the air mattress only held 2 people. He was sorry the arrangements were so bare. He had apologized about not having 2 cots. She had been the one that said it was ok and they could use the air mattress.

But somewhere after the light went out she realized the romance of the situation. They were alone, close enough to nature to be in it, but far enough away from civilization, to not miss it. They laid there under the moonlight. His hand moved her hair away from her ear. Startled at first, then comforted by his gesture.

"I didn't expect that!" she said.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

"No, it's ok."

His hand moved to her shoulder and the drums started again. Hypnotic. Lethargic. Erotic.

Her breathing seemed to match the drum beat as he touched her arm. His hands were strong. She questioned if he wanted to have sex with her. Then she realize it was silly to ask that kind of question. Of course he did. “Of course I do,” she thought.

Boom Boom! The drums kept going. Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. They kept chanting.

He felt his hand move up and down her arm as she lay on her side away from him.

She was aroused by his touch. "Oh no, not just his touch, that can't be all that does it for me," she thought. But it was.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

Outside the moon and stars light the night. You could see the entire Milky Way, as dark as it was.

She felt a small kiss on her shoulder.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

Then they moved up to her neck. She took his hand and moved it to her hip as a gesture of submission, but waited for him to make the moves.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

He took the suggestion and moved his hand down the back of her leg and back up over the soft roll of her behind. He stomach quivered and she had to take a deep breath. "Oh gaaaaawd, he's going to be good with his hands too." And she knew she was right.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

The drums pulsed and beat and her heart seemed to match it. The kisses became more intense until she had to roll over and face him. The look in his eyes was warm and comforting, yet savage and wild all the same.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

She waited for his move knowing she wouldn't resist. "How could it take so little?" In fact it hadn't it flashed in her mind. He was so good to her ALWAYS, why not; she felt no fear of him and no doubt. It was so easy and she wondered why it hadn't been so obvious. His hands were touching her and tingling every part of her body. She never lost eye contact with him except to close them to kiss.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

She felt her boxers move down as they kissed. Her finger moved inside the lining of his shorts and she pulled him closer and to the side of her face. She wanted her shirt off to feel her breasts against him.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

"Those drums better get louder and more intense," she thought and it was almost like her wish came true or at least she thought.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

She ran her hand up his shirt and felt his chest, It was warm and strong. She laid almost beneath him with her lower half exposed to him. She quickly took off his shirt to match her vulnerability. He moved his shorts off and began to take off her shirt.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

Slowly he moved her shirt over her head and she sat up, briefly, and exposed her silhouette to him in the moonlight. Her nipples had hardened and pointed in the darkness. She lay back down beside him and waited to see how he would take her.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

Naked and alone and consumed with the music.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

His hands ran down her inner thigh as she kissed his lips and cupped his head in her hands. He pulled her close and she felt his hand support her ass. She gasped and put her arms around his neck.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

"Ohhhh GAAAAAADDD TAKE ME!" she screamed in her head.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

He worked his hands and lips to her breasts. She grabbed his head and felt the warmth of his mouth on her nipples and his soft hair in her hands. Her breasts pulsed with excitement to the drums.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

He moved on top of her and slowly went inside of her. She ran her hands down his side to his hips and gently pulled him into her. The first slide always gave her goose bumps and he almost had to ask if she was cold.

She shook her head and reached up and kissed him. He began to go in and out.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

Her back arched and she felt him deeper inside of her. He would go slow and then fast and then slow but always in rhythm of the drums.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

She squeezed and he moaned. A smile went across her face and he let a small chuckle out.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

He worked more diligently now, paying attention to her body and the tender parts inside her. She began to feel all the sensations of his cock and then realized how wet she was.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

In his mind the drums seemed to beat faster and louder.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

She felt the drum beat now and felt his rhythm match the beat. She gasped and breathed and dug her fingers in his back. She almost couldn't take it.

She rolled over to make it last as long has she could. Her pussy was right up against him. His cock well buried deep inside her. She felt the tip tickle her inside.

Her hair draped her face when she let her head drop forward. Moving in rhythm to the drums.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

Her hips moved with the music this time. His hands reached up to feel her smooth skin and tease her nipples. She loved it. She loved it all. “More! More! More!” she screamed in her head.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

His hands moved down to her hips to help her move. Her chin went up in the air and she felt her back arch and her hair leave her face.

The drums beat so much faster now. Primitive and tribal. Earthy and erotic.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

Her hips swiveled around his cock and she felt spots so rich and deep.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

She was close and looked down at him almost begging with her eyes for him to come with her. The return look let her know, "I'll try." She and the drums went faster. They breathed faster and harder and more intense.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

His eyes closed and he clenched his teeth. That sent her over the edge and she felt him come inside of her. She pulsed and gasped for air.

BOOM! The dance was over.

She needed to lay in his arms now.

The drums stopped and the moon lit their soft, young skin. Her hair draped his chest as his eyes struggled to focus. In the distance you could smell honeysuckle and see the fire flies dart from spot to spot in the night.

She dreamed of so many wild and crazy things and slept with him deep into the night.

When they woke they were still wrapped and tangled in each other. The sun rose and kissed them both good morning.

And she never forgot Garth Brooks or Oklahoma again.