The Cubby Hole (IQ Testing Book 1) (13 page)

Rincon stops besides Ketona saying. “Buffolo is having a good time. He’s a good dancer too. Buffolo did his physical feat probably riding a horse or a mule around the small corral then loaded onto his me-chee and then landed back into the Cubby Hole. He repeated the 50 percent failure rate on the four posed academic questions, twice. The four questions are too difficult like Duchie has warned about thousand times to us now. Buffolo can’t advance any further through the color chart underneath the me-chee’s metal skull. Buffolo is stuck in the orange color tone. I admit being a farmer is better than being a radiation worker or a dookie worker or a lawn worker or a slaughter killer of meats. Buffolo has chosen wisely for his permanent career of farmer. His grandfather was a farmer. Now we know how that happened in past history. Buffolo has been defeated and failed you, Ketona. You’re smarter than he. You’re smarter than me. You deserve to your dream job and your dream man, not Buffolo.”

I stare at Buffo smiling and laughing with the girl teen. I don’t know her. I don’t recognize her face, since she’s probably not from Colfax either. I slap my face catching the tears.

Rincon cuddles Ketona whispering. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Buffolo has his perfect peace and his park place. Be happy for him! This is probably the last time your paths will cross ever. You will not see him inside the Cubby Hole either. And you will find your peace soon. I promise. Let us go and finish the cliff diving! Then we ride the me-chee chairs back into the Cubby Hole. We both with success into the gold color tone achieving our dream of the perfect job and the perfect life as one.”

He and I walk as one towards the cliff hugging each other as I sob with tears and heartache.

Cliff.

Marsilla, Nephella and Duchie sit on the rock patting the cat suit. Nephella has wet hair from taking jumping off the cliff, so she can activate her me-chee chair and continue the journey reaching the gold color chart. Duchie has a wet ponytail from her jump off the cliff too. Marsilla wears a set of the huge green palm tree leaves over her pink panties and naked breasts.

I stop and drop my mouth. Rincon growls standing beside me. I slap his chest then giggle.

Duchie smiles and stands holding the cat suit. “It’s really heated from the sun which should be simulating your body temperature and fooling the me-chee machine, right this moment. We’re ready. Just in time, ya’ll! We’re taking flight,” when Nephella assists Marsilla to stand carefully and cautiously in her homemade palm tree leaf dress.

I giggle and lean into Rincon. He chuckles in low volume not to upset Marsilla.

Duchie walks towards the edge of the cliff. She folds the cat suit into a ball.

Nephella frowns. “Not so tight like a baseball ball, Duchie. The heated materials will double her fake body temperature. Fold it three times then toss it into the air and let it elegantly flutter down and then land in the water…”

Duchie folds it thrice then rears back her arm. She tosses it high from the rock cliff. The cat suit beautifully flies forward then outstretches by the breeze wind into the full shape a human. The suit slowly falls down in the air as the red color twinkles in the bright sun. Duchie fingers the object and giggles, jumping up and down with happiness. “I am so smart,” nods and grins.

We clap and laugh with fun of the murderous act of sacrificing the tiny sea mice but it is better than Marsilla getting hurt or killed or left behind inside the red zone as a slaughter princess for life.

Marsilla frowns watching the cat suit float down from the blue sky then disappear behind the tall face of the limestone cliff rock. She stands far away from the edge of the cliff, shouting. “How are you getting my cat suit out of the water, Duchie?”

Duchie swings to Marsilla, frowning with confusion. “Out of the water?”

Marsilla nods and fingers the cliff rock. “My cat suit’s falling down into the water probably there now…”

Nephella leans over the air molecules of the cliff, grinning and giggling. “No yet…”

Marsilla frowns. “Duchie, how are getting my suit from the water?”
Nephella leans over the air molecules of the cliff, grinning and giggling. “Almost there…”

Marsilla frowns. “I have to wear my cat suit back into the Cubby Hole…”

Duchie frowns. “O yeah!”

Nephella leans over the air molecules of the cliff, grinning and giggling. “About there…”

Marsilla frowns. “I need my cat suit before I can slide into the me-chee chair and then return into the Cubby Hole for the next color tone and academic questions.”

Duchie nods. “O right!”

Nephella leans over the air molecules of the cliff, grinning and giggling. “There, it’s wet and drowning in the waves…”

Duchie smiles and jumps up and down with happiness. “It worked.”

Marsilla bounces up and down in fury. “Ugh! You didn’t factor into your brilliant plan a method of retrieving my cat suit after it plunged from the cliff all alone. I am almost naked standing here in the heat. I can’t return to the Cubby Hole wearing a set of green palm tree leaves. The me-chee will see and taste and smell me and then know that I have seriously cheated within the red color tone.”

I laugh covering my mouth with the rude sound along with Rincon.

Duchie frowns with annoyance and fingers the water. “Climb down and retrieve it from the water…”

Marsilla exhales swinging her giant palm leaves side to side. “I’m afraid of heights, dumbo. That’s why you came up with the brilliant plan of flying my cat suit without me right off the cliff.”

Duchie fingers her temple. “O wow! Well, I’m the front man with brains thinking up the concept….”

Nephella smiles. “I’m the middle man with the brains thinking up the body temp and heart rate.

Duchie fingers Marsilla and nods. “Yeah, you’re the rear man with the brains for thinking up how to get the cat suit from the water…”

“Get my cat suit now before I beat your butthole,” screams Marsilla, tossing her arms when the palm leaves shift. She hugs her breasts, fuming with fury.

Duchie nods and frowns with defeat. “Okay, done! Come on, mayor’s daughter. Help me get the suit from the water before the broad does the stinky thing to my butthole,” giggles and walks down the naturally formed cliff stone steps towards the shoreline. “Are ya afraid of heights, mayor’s daughter?”

Marsilla fingers the sky. “And remove the poor dead little mice…”

Duchie stomps down then shouts. “Okay, done! Do ya think we severed the electromagnetic field in the suit without her with the water?”

“Maybe not,” says Nephella with a smile.

“Do ya think we murdered the poor little sea mice?”

“Maybe so,” smiles Nephella.

They walk down the nature steps together.

Duchie says. “Do you think it will float before it drowns in the sea water?”

“Maybe so.”

Duchie says. “Do you think the dead mice guts will interfere with the electromagnetic field of the cat suit?”

“Maybe not,” says Nephella with a smile.

Duchie says. “I like your face piercing. Did they hurt hitting the water?”

“Maybe so,” Nephella smiles.

Duchie says. “Did you think if I got face piercing it would hurt too?”

“Maybe nod, “Nephella smiles.

Marsilla frowns and fingers the girls not jumping with her palm leaf dress. She shouts. “I heard that, Duchie. Get my suit. I’m waiting next to my me-chee chair to go back into the Cubby Hole. And remove the dead mice guts from my suit,” swings and walks from the cliff.

I laugh folding at my waist with silliness from the funny exchange. Rincon laughs and cuddles me. I pant when he pants for air from laughing so hard at the three entertaining girls.

He smiles. “Duchie’s entertaining. Now it’s your turn to jump. All the teens are done and gone but you.”

“Do ya think the empty cat suit fooled the me-chee machine?”

Rincon views the direction of the red room. “I do believe that it has worked or else the cat suit would have exploded in the air. I understand that the me-chee has full control of the electrons around us here inside the Cubby Hole environment.”

I smile and nod. “Excellent, I feel happy and relieved for Marsilla…”

He sweet breathes into her face. “And how’s does Ketona feel now?”

I exhale then study the blue sky. “I feel...”

Rincon holds her hand smiling and nodding. He drags her to the edge of the cliff. He leans over the air molecules without fear. She cringes in the stationary pose smelling the salt air. He says. “The water is clear. No drowning cat suits or cats,” winks at her. “You always enter feet first when cliff diving into the water. Cliff diving is one of the least complicated sporting activities for a teen. You do not need any special equipment, special clothing, or a special instructor…”

“…except a preacher-man then he contacts all my heavenly angels informing them that I’m coming into the Promised Land,” I exhale with fear.

He cuddles her dragging them away from the cliff edge. “You and your cat suit sail like a bird though the invisible air molecules from a dizzy height of 50 feet and then plunge violently into a body of water below. Image yourself, jumping off a six-story building of 55 feet or more. I know from the ancient world history books. King Kahekili leaped from the mountain of Kaunolu off a 60-feet cliff and entered the water below without causing a splash, earning him the fancy nickname of birdman,” chuckles.

I exhale viewing the cliff edge. “I feel really scared. I can absolutely understand Marsilla’s fear…”

He drags her further from the edge then stops. “Part of the thrill is jumping from the pretty sloped white cliff into the beautiful deep blue water. It’s exciting, excitement, existence. Free falling through the air in a spread-eagle formation, without a parachute or a wire or a partner and all alone at a dangerous speed, the big rush of the moment. Don’t blink, Ketona! Feel the excitement. Feel the rush. Feel my heart too,” places her hand over his heart then he winks and smiles. She giggles and smiles from the impromptu romantic moment alleviating my fear. He says. “During the three-second jump you will experience an invisible force of three gravity units when you hit the water and then decelerate. You travel at a speed of 53 miles per hour,” Rincon swirls her around in a circle.

I gasp then giggle. The impromptu romantic moment alleviates my fright.

He smiles. “When you jump from a cliff you go into a free fall pose. Earth gravity is the only force acting upon your body. You encounter no resistance from friction like ground dirt when running or snowflakes when skiing thus suffering no air resistance,” kisses her hand. “But I can’t resist you, Ketona,” he winks.

I giggle with the impromptu romantic moment. It alleviates my nervousness.

He smiles. “As you fall Earth gravity pulls you down into the water at a speed of 32 feet per second. The longer you fall through the air the faster you go and then hit the water.”

He twirls me around in a circle. I giggle and like the impromptu romantic moment which alleviates my worry.

He smiles. “A high cliff does not accelerate your full, acceleration is a constant during free falling. The pull of the gravity decreases very little at higher elevations of landmass. Earth gravity pulls you with an equal force from the first tick-tock second of time of jumping until you hit the water. Jumping from 10 feet you travel 17 miles per hour.”

He swirls me into a circle again. I giggle with cute impromptu romantic moment alleviating my tension.

He smiles. “Jumping at a height of 50 feet from this here cliff you travel at 38 mph. Then you hit the water your velocity or speed drops to zero point zero,” he kisses her lips.

We twirl around and around.

I feel happy and giddy not nervousness or worry or sad.

He stops then smiles at her.

Rincon extends his arms sliding his hands down to my hands. We twirl in a circle. He swirls me into a cuddle with his arms twisted and entwined with my arms and around my breasts.

He sweet breathes into her ear facing the open skyline and the dangerous cliff rock. “We are one, darling!” Rincon lifts her from the rock then rushes towards the edge of the rock.

He leaps into the air with his arms around me.

I scream with fear and fright.

We fly down from the cliff and then in the air. The air currents are softly singing into both eardrums. The wind is gently breezing across my nose bridge. Rincon cuddles me then kisses my cheekbone.

We hit the water with a big splash.

I open my mouth filling it with sea water. I spit then close my mouth with some partial salt water holding my breath.

We dive deeper into the blue water from a fifty feet splash down. My eyelashes are opened. I see dark water. No hard rocks. No sea mammals. No teen bodies. No cat suit.

Rincon kicks his naked feet and paddles upward cuddling me. We emerge into the air spitting and coughing up sea water. We giggle then cough then giggle the spit.

He swirls me around then kisses my lips with his warm lips, forever.

We emerge giggling and smiling with happiness.

Rincon paddles us towards the shoreline until our naked toes hit a solid sandy surface. Rincon pulls from me grinning with a goofy smile.