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The following is an excerpt from a novel about a man in mid-life crisis who hooks up with a much younger woman who is coming from her own crisis.  More excerpts are found in midlife crisis and at the author’s website.

“~Argad dee means good air in Thai.”  Unaware of any impending crisis in Phuket, Lyra fished her fingers into the same drawer of the antique occasional table.  She deposited her passport and took out a zippered manicure kit.  “~You say that about nice weather.”

The mid-life mother and daughter had lived in many places in the world, but currently they were in Phuket and the climate was superb.  A jewel on the coast of Thailand, the city of Phuket was an electromagnet for sun-seeking mid-life tourists.  Phuket was also near perfect for Lyra’s mid-life mother because where mid-life men in mid-life crisis came for relaxation: they also wanted women for extra-marital relations.  Another plus to Phuket was a reliable supply of drugs filtering out of the Golden Crescent region in the north.  The longer into her mid-life she had remained addicted—the closer Jinder had drifted to the pure source of the quality product.

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Will I ever read the mid book in the trilogy?  For her life’s story so far, ‘The Two Towers’ represented a father she didn’t know and the mother who wouldn’t talk about him.  Lyra sat on the tile floor and used a file to shape her mother’s toenails while the junky prepared an injection.

Life for the two was as good as it could be.  They leased a small house on Phuket’s beautiful Patong Beach but unbeknownst crisis and turmoil was on the near horizon.  The crisis had naught in common with either the two wizard’s towers in Tolkien’s fiction or even the World Trade Center skyscrapers.  This life-shaking event was a portion of the Indo-Australian tectonic plate suddenly rupturing and bolting under the Eurasian one.  A trench dropped into the floor of the Indian Ocean creating a shock with a magnitude of 9.2 on the Richter scale.  Over 200,000 would die on the Indonesian Island of Sumatra alone, as today was December 26 of 2004.

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Moisture misted the mother’s eyes. Unlike many prostitutes, she didn’t use heroine to dull her spirit at work. At home with her daughter was where midlife tantra guru most needed the opiate to stave off both withdrawal symptoms and the torments of her past.

Midlife Tantra

“~Your father has looked after us.” As if in response to the topic, the mother assumed a position lacking only a male counterpart to be downright pornographic.

In recent times, the word Tantra has come to have an assortment of connotations. People who read smut magazines will see Tantra as a collection of ancient sexual positions and techniques: like the Kama Sutra on steroids. To those interested new age religions, Tantra is deemed as a physical discipline like Judo as combined with Zen spirituality. In fact, it’s both and more but generally, the people interested in the one aspect, are leery of the other, so they all fail to find the full flavoring of Tantra.

“~This one must be quite enjoyable.” The younger female copied the Tantra move and her nudity compounded the hyper-erotic effect. Lyra grinned at a thought. “~I suppose that’s why you keep working your craft even in your midlife.”

“~I have my reasons.” Jinder didn’t elaborate further, as the daughter had correctly surmised one of the biggest: her prostitution was now largely to gain sexual release without the strings of commitment. “Have you finished all your homework?”

The girl allowed the conversation to shift into matters related to their home life. From experience, Lyra knew what happened each time her midlife aged mother reached a certain potion of her retelling. We jump from ‘The Fellowship of the Ring’ to ‘The Return of the King’ and I never find out what happened in ‘The Two Towers’.

The mother carried on with the Tantra lessons and the small talk: while the daughter sought for a way to carry the topic back to her goal.

“~Release your excess energy from your head’s crown as opening of lotus leaves.” Bliss passed over Jinder’s features as the mental action of sending imaginative energy skyward, sent physical pleasure down from her scalp, in a wash.

Midlife Tantra

“~Do you suppose death feels as this? With life’s energy leaving like in an orgasm?” Lyra grew impatient and tried a sneaky segue. “~Did my midlife father die peacefully in midlife or passionately in bed with his hot young tantrika?”

“~I—uh—wasn’t with him.” Jinder stammered. The sharp return to a sensitive topic had caught her by surprise. “~It’s better if I don’t tell you that and risk ruining your opinion. Your father was an honorable man in his midlife but there were other things about him.”

Lyra watched as Jinder’s eyes dreamily closed: seemingly, she was in the grasp of a memory. As the lids reopened, several tears flowed and the woman’s fingers trembled.

“~I’ll take some medication.” Jinder reached for an end-table drawer.

He was honorable but with other things? This information was new for Lyra to mentally digest but it presented a dilemma. After hearing a full recounting, it may be impossible to rebuild a shattered image. Sour but un-tasted grape juice could still be sweet in the imagination. Regardless of possible vinegar taste, the tongue of the girl’s curiosity still yearned for a sample. For the present, Lyra pushed the image of Gandalf into the back of her mind. She looked out the window at the idyllic lush setting and blue sky. “Argad dee.”

“~What?”

The words and thoughts brought Tolkien’s sorcerer to Lyra’s mind.  “~When I read ‘The Lord of the Rings’, I pictured my father as the wizard Gandalf.”

“~His hair wasn’t nearly so long,” Jinder chuckled as she compared her memories to the older actor in the movie version, “~and his nose was not quite as grotesque.  I’m sorry I don’t have any pictures of him.”

“~You’ve explained that part.  He allowed photos only for his ID’s.” Lyra went through some body postures as she continued to speak.  “~My mind’s visions from written words are different from the film and to me, he has the same mysterious strength as the grey wizard.”

“~He was my one true love and substantially older than I.”  Jinder took a position to demonstrate moves for her daughter to imitate.  “~I suppose that means he was timelessly older before you was born, as was the semi-eternal Gandalf.”

The two generations of striking women sat cross-legged in front of each other. The younger was taller and around age seventeen.  Her complexion held sufficient natural pigmentation not to lighten at her bikini lines.  The elder did not look dramatically older: her Asian genetics lent a semblance of youth despite the aging tendencies of her profession and drug use.

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“~Then he died?”  Lyra urged but knew the older woman wouldn’t be answered.  Her mother never confirmed if he was living and her depictions of him were never definitive either way either.  Nor did she explain her attraction to him.