Freedom and the Open Road

Happy Independence Day, everyone!

At least, to all my American viewers — for the rest of you, it’s just another day. But for us here in the USA, we are celebrating our 249th year of freedom. And because of that, I’ve been thinking about what exactly freedom means.

I haven’t been feeling very free myself, lately — at least, not the footloose and fancy kind! I’m still stuck here in Death Valley, dealing with adulting…when of course I’d rather be soaking in a hot spring somewhere, sipping a Ranch Water. What I’m on right now is a different kind of adventure — and I can’t wait for it to be over, so I can get to the FUN adventures. Of which I have many planned!

Adulting…in a cave

Believe it or not, I already have a bunch of fun stuff on the docket for the fall — I’m appearing in the Main Street, USA parade in Barstow on October 11th, and then headed to Utah for some adventures with a Jeeper friend. Then it’ll be time to shoot the photos for next year’s calendar with Jessica, which I’m planning to do in the high desert this time.

But the biggest adventure is on deck for next spring. That’s right — I already have another big trip planned…but this time, I don’t have to leave the USA.

I’m finally doing it!

Next year — the same year we in the US will celebrate our 250th year of freedom — will also be the 100th anniversary of Route 66! So in honor of this milestone, I’m going to travel the entire length of the highway…all the way from Chicago to L.A.

I’ve been thinking about doing this for quite some time, but just never got around to it — partly because of the expense. Not only does it take a LOT of gas to go 2,448 miles, but there’s not much free camping for the first half of it, so that’s a lot of hotel rooms, too. (Yeah, I could just stealth camp in my car…but I’m not sure I want to be doing that in Chicago…you know what I mean??)

Meeting Turbo in Amboy

Anyway, the perfect opportunity presented itself…thanks to my new friend Turbo. You might remember Turbo from a couple videos I made on Route 66 this past spring — I first met him at a classic car show in Amboy back in March, and then attended the grand opening of his Route 66 museum in Barstow the following month. Not only does he operate the Barstow museum, he also owns and operates the Route 66 museum in Victorville — AND he had his middle named legally changed to Turbo. So you get the idea — he’s a nut for the Mother Road!

This gave Turbo an idea

Anyway, he’s also something of a marketing whiz…and after seeing me climb into that pink Edsel at the Barstow museum, in my polka dot dress and bouffant wig, he was struck with inspiration. Why not plan a road trip across all 8 states from Chicago to L.A. with the Edsel, the bouffant, and the Huss?? 

Seriously — he has a background in this kind of thing, and already secured the use of the pink Edsel, and he’s working on getting all our accommodations sponsored by a hotel chain. He’s also working out an itinerary, contacting people in the various towns we’ll be stopping in to shoot videos, so that we can make 8 stops in each of the 8 states, finding the quirkiest and most interesting off-beat attractions. 

He’ll be tired of me by Missouri!

So basically, I get to travel cross country, doing what I love…and all I have to pay is my food and gas. Which shouldn’t be a problem, because Turbo, being a marketing whiz, is going to help me secure sponsorships, and grow my audience. He feels confident that by the end of our adventure, I will have finally amassed a million subscribers!

Same dress, different pink car!

 Well….we’ll see about that!

Anyway, even if I don’t get a million subscribers or find any pots of gold at the end of any rainbows…I’m sure to have one hell of a good time. I’ve always wanted to do this trip…and this seems like a really fun opportunity. I mean, a pink Edsel?! Moreover, I think this particular pink Edsel has been featured in several movies — so it’s famous! How fabulous is that?

I’m going to need some new dresses

So….even though I have a lot of unpleasant adulting to attend to right now, I just have to keep my eyes on the road ahead, so to speak. If all goes well, I’ll be blazing down that road in style next spring…and if you live anywhere along the Route, be on the lookout for a blonde bouffant!

Speaking of which…I guess it’s time to start shopping for a new pair of pink heels, and a few more vintage dresses. I can’t wear the same polka dot number every day! I should probably shop around for a better bouffant wig, too, while I’m at it — or maybe a different style, like a flip! Something fun and 1950s or 1960s, in the spirit of the time period Edsels were produced. Right??

I’ll be hitting every photo op along the way!

In the meantime…I’m holding onto this future adventure, to help me get me though my current situation. The only travel I can do right now is through the astral plane, thanks to my magic beans — which have been coming in very handy for me at night, to help me sleep despite all the crazy stuff going on in my personal life. 

In fact, to celebrate the 4th of July, the people who manufacture my magic beans are running another sale: spend $50 at wonderhussygummies.com, and get a free bag of 30 gummies (either sleep or regular)! Spend $100, get 3 free bags! And of course, free shipping on all orders over $50. Head on over and check it out!

See you on the road!

But whether or not you indulge in magic beans yourself, either way — please have a safe and fun weekend. In the US, enjoy the holiday….everywhere else. just have a good time, and I’ll see you on Route 66 next spring and on YouTube next Wednesday! 


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4 responses to “Freedom and the Open Road”

  1. Diana Self Avatar
    Diana Self

    That will be such a fun adventure!
    Enjoy yourself.

    1. wonderhussy Avatar
      wonderhussy

      Thank you!

  2. John Rush Avatar
    John Rush

    You might check out the Route 66 series that Billy Connolly did several years ago, in 4 parts on Youtube. There’s also the documentary filmed 40 years ago, when the road was decommissioned (the version of the song is by Van Morrison & Them). It includes footage of what happened when the interstate bypassed Tucumcari, NM. Here’s a link:

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPWfiABIGkM

    Note that the car used was a 1968 Chevy Impala convertible. Going in that Edsel should attract attention, but remember that it was made by Ford, which means that you should count on breakdowns. Perhaps your friend has mechanical ability (and will bring his tool set), but parts will be hard to find. Also, Edsels are gas hogs.

    As for what to wear, have you considered a Lana Turner wig?

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    Desert Hearts and Cold Shadows

    Title: Desert Hearts and Cold Shadows

    Chapter One: The Sound of Old Flames

    The desert was still that morning, as still as the inside of a locked jewelry box. Wonderhussy—real name Sarah—stood barefoot on the sandstone ledge above Furnace Creek, sipping her black coffee and watching the sun rise over the wrinkled horizon like it had something to prove.

    Her camper van, patched together like an eccentric scrapbook of old road maps, glinted in the early light. Life was good—videos were doing well, her Patreon crowd was loyal, and her skin, despite the sun and time, still looked damn good in the mirror. But something buzzed at the edge of her calm, like the low hum of an oncoming dust storm.

    The buzz turned to thunder when she checked her phone.

    A message.

    From Victoria.

    The same Victoria she hadn’t heard from in a year. The same Victoria who had once “dated” Randy before Wonderhussy had scooped him up like a shiny rock at a swap meet.

    “Hey. Just wanted you to know—Randy and I reconnected. Hope that’s okay. He said you guys are just friends now?”

    Wonderhussy’s heart slid into her stomach like a warm beer dropped in the sand.

    She re-read it twice.

    Just friends? That’s what he was saying now?

    She scrolled faster. A couple of clicks and she found Victoria’s new Instagram. The younger woman was glowing—literally glowing—with that flushed, bedroom-afterglow face. Randy’s unmistakable silhouette lingered in the blurry background of one post: shirtless, barefoot, grinning like a teenager at a Slayer concert.

    “Son of a bitch,” Wonderhussy whispered.

    The truth dug its way into her brain like cactus spines: Victoria—blonde, bendy, barely thirty—was seeing Randy again. And not just seeing. She was giving him what Wonderhussy hadn’t in months. Long, moaning nights. Morning-after pancakes. That stupid giggle Randy only made when he was absolutely ruined with pleasure.

    Chapter Two: The Age Equation

    Wonderhussy prided herself on not caring about age. She was forty-eight, and proud of it. A little laugh-line here, a sun-freckle there—it was all part of the trade for living free, wild, and unfiltered.

    But Victoria was thirty five, Fresh-faced. Social media savvy. She wore cute outfits that didn’t look like costumes, and she still thought Burning Man was “transformational” instead of exhausting.

    And now she had her claws back in Randy.

    Wonderhussy threw the coffee cup down into the ravine. It shattered like her pride.

    Chapter Three: Operation Outshine

    Two days later, Wonderhussy rolled into Beatty, Nevada, in full production mode. She was going to remind Randy—and the entire internet—why men had followed her across the desert for years. She filmed an impromptu hot spring episode, skin glistening, lips red, her every move choreographed to highlight the curves Victoria wished she had.

    Then she called Randy.

    “Hey,” she said casually, “I’m camped just outside of town. Got a bottle of mescal and a pile of magic mushrooms. Come hang?”

    Randy hesitated, just long enough for her stomach to twist.

    “Sure. Victoria’s out of town for the weekend. I could use a break.”

    That was all she needed.

    Chapter Four: Love and Lasagna

    That night, Wonderhussy gave it everything. The tequila flowed. They took a midnight soak under the stars, and she made sure he saw her body, her laugh, the fire that Victoria couldn’t fake.

    They made love, eventually—slow, fierce, and tangled with years of shared road dust and secrets. But something was off. His eyes didn’t lock on hers like they used to. He smiled, yes—but like a man smiling at a memory, not a future.

    In the morning, he made coffee with one hand and scrolled Instagram with the other.

    Victoria had posted a video of herself making lasagna in just an apron. Randy chuckled.

    Wonderhussy felt her chest tighten.

    Chapter Five: The Fit

    By day three, Wonderhussy cracked. She threw his phone across the camper, shattering it against the stovetop.

    “Why her, Randy? She doesn’t even know what obsidian is! She thinks Death Valley is a brand!”

    He looked stunned, half-naked, his hair wild from last night.

    “She’s… different. She’s easy. It’s not all fire and challenge with her.”

    “Oh, so now I’m a challenge?”

    He didn’t answer.

    She stormed out, barefoot, into the scrub.

    Chapter Six: Cold Reality

    Later, Wonderhussy sat on a sun-bleached log, arms wrapped around herself. The wind pulled at her hat, her hair, her memories. Her mind swirled with voices—Victoria’s laugh, Randy’s sighs, her own silent doubts.

    She wasn’t angry anymore.

    She was… heartbroken.

    And tired.

    She couldn’t out-youth Victoria. Couldn’t out-fake innocence. And she sure as hell wasn’t going to beg.

    Chapter Seven: Fire Rekindled

    But when the wind shifted and blew the scent of creosote and freedom into her lungs, she remembered who she was.

    She was Wonderhussy.

    Not some social media sidekick or backup plan.

    Randy might choose softness now. But when life got hard again—and it always did—he’d remember who knew how to survive in the desert. Who knew how to fix a broken carburetor with duct tape and vibes. Who had danced naked under every moon and cried in every canyon.

    And if he didn’t? Well… she’d still be here. Still wild. Still weird. Still her.

    Epilogue: The Last Post

    The next morning, Wonderhussy filmed herself alone at sunrise.

    No makeup. No filters.

    Just her and the silence.

    “I’m not twenty anymore,” she said to the camera. “But I don’t want to be. I’ve lived. I’ve loved hard. And I’ve lost. And if someone can’t handle that kind of fire… they better get out of my desert.”

    The video went viral.

    Victoria commented with a single emoji: 🔥

    Randy never responded.

    But Wonderhussy didn’t need him to.

    She’d already moved on.

    — here’s a dramatic, emotional follow-up chapter where Wonderhussy and Victoria meet face to face for the first time since Victoria started seeing Randy again. Sparks fly, but not always in the way you’d expect. This leans into real tension, woman-to-woman honesty, and desert-style reckoning.

    Title: Desert Hearts and Cold Shadows
    Chapter Eight: Showdown at the Salt Flats

    The wind howled across the Amargosa Playa like a forgotten god screaming through its teeth.

    Wonderhussy squinted against the grit, her wide-brimmed hat tugging hard against the pins she’d used to lock it in place. She stood beside her Unimog, boots planted firm, heart pounding like a war drum beneath her vintage fringe vest.

    She hadn’t planned on this. Not today. Not out here.

    But when she turned around, there was Victoria—walking out across the salt pan like a vision from a glamping catalog. Tan legs. White linen blouse. Her hair catching the light like she’d stepped out of a shampoo ad instead of a dusty Subaru.

    And Randy?

    Still back at the campfire, either oblivious… or cowardly.

    Figures.

    Wonderhussy crossed her arms as Victoria approached. No greeting. Just a long, surgical silence.

    “You look… well,” Victoria said, stopping about ten feet away.

    “So do you,” Wonderhussy replied, scanning her up and down. “Desert’s been kind to you.”

    Victoria smiled faintly. “He didn’t tell me you’d be here.”

    “Yeah,” Wonderhussy said. “That makes two of us.”

    The Air Between

    They stood like that for a minute—two women separated by fourteen years, six pounds of mascara, and one man who couldn’t make up his damn mind.

    “Look,” Victoria said finally. “I’m not here to play games. I didn’t come out here to steal anyone. Randy told me you two weren’t together.”

    “We weren’t,” Wonderhussy admitted. “But you didn’t need to make it a show. The lasagna posts? The silhouette thirst traps?”

    “I post for my friends,” Victoria said. “And for him.”

    Wonderhussy flinched.

    Victoria caught it.

    “You still love him.”

    Wonderhussy turned, looking toward the faint glow of the fire in the distance. “I love who he was. Before everything got… complicated.”

    Victoria stepped closer. “He’s not simple, Sarah. Not with me, either. He talks about you all the time.”

    “Oh yeah?” Wonderhussy’s eyes narrowed. “Does he tell you how we used to spend New Year’s under the stars with a bottle of wine and nothing but a sleeping bag and bad decisions?”

    “He tells me everything,” Victoria said, surprisingly calm. “He still misses it. But he says it’s hard now. Like you’re always trying to prove something.”

    Wonderhussy blinked.

    “I am trying to prove something,” she said. “Because no one hands you love when you’re over forty and independent. You gotta fight for it.”

    Victoria looked down, toeing the cracked earth with her boot. “Maybe. But sometimes love isn’t a war. It’s a place to rest.”

    The Break

    It hit Wonderhussy then—not just the jealousy, not just the bitterness—but the quiet, horrible realization that Victoria wasn’t the enemy.

    She was the mirror.

    Younger. Softer. But trying just as hard.

    “I hated you,” Wonderhussy said flatly. “When I saw those pictures. I wanted to burn your Instagram to the ground.”

    Victoria laughed, caught off guard. “I hated you when he said your name in his sleep.”

    Both women paused.

    Then, to their mutual surprise, they laughed.

    It wasn’t warm. But it wasn’t cruel, either.

    Just… human.

    Chapter Nine: The Woman in the Mirror

    Back at the camp, Randy finally appeared—t-shirt wrinkled, looking like he’d just realized both of his timelines had caught up with him.

    The women turned in sync. Like wolves who’d already sized up the rabbit.

    “Ladies,” Randy said, trying to smile. “I didn’t expect—”

    “Shut up, Randy,” they both said at once.

    He shut up.

    Victoria turned to Wonderhussy. “I don’t know what happens next. Maybe he goes with you. Maybe he comes with me. But I’m done fighting like we’re on The Bachelor.”

    Wonderhussy nodded slowly. “Yeah. Let the man grow a pair and choose.”

    They turned and walked back toward camp. Not side by side. But not at odds, either.

    Epilogue: Salt and Fire

    Later that night, Wonderhussy sat by herself on the playa, guitar in hand, strumming half a tune she never finished writing.

    Victoria sat nearby, writing in a journal.

    Randy had left.

    They didn’t know where.

    And maybe that was for the best.

    Because in the deep silence of the desert, sometimes the best thing a woman can rediscover… is herself.

    here’s a continuation where Wonderhussy decides not to surrender quietly and launches a bold, emotional, and strategic campaign to win Randy back from Victoria. This chapter dives into her raw desire, her pride, and ultimately what she’s willing to risk for the man she still loves.

    Title: Desert Hearts and Cold Shadows
    Chapter Ten: The Reckoning

    The night after Victoria left, the desert felt colder.

    Wonderhussy sat inside her Unimog, knees pulled to her chest, staring at the flickering string lights she’d wrapped above the sleeping area. Each bulb buzzed like a tiny reminder that she hadn’t fought hard enough. Not yet.

    She had history with Randy—years of shared sunsets, burnt coffee, inside jokes, and dirty motel sex in places with bullet holes in the walls. That wasn’t something you just give up because some smoother-skinned, younger woman knew how to make TikToks and lasagna.

    No. Not without a fight.

    If Randy was the prize, she’d show him what he’d be giving up.

    Chapter Eleven: Desert Siren

    Wonderhussy’s plan began with what she did best: performance.

    She texted Randy an invitation to a weekend desert shoot—just the two of them, like old times.

    “One last adventure. For the channel. You in?”

    He said yes, probably expecting nothing more than nostalgia and awkward silence.

    He had no idea what was coming.

    The Setup

    She picked the perfect spot: the ghost town of Delamar, Nevada. Half-collapsed cabins, sun-bleached furniture, and the eerie echo of vanished miners—a place where time stood still and memories got loud.

    She wore her classic red corset and torn fishnets under a dusty duster coat. Her hair wild, eyes smudged just enough, boots laced tight. Not trying to look young.

    Trying to look dangerous. Like the woman he used to follow into abandoned tunnels without blinking.

    He arrived in his beat-up Tacoma, beard scruffy, sunglasses hiding whatever guilt he hadn’t shaken off yet.

    She smirked. “Still remember how to follow me?”

    “Always,” he said.

    Chapter Twelve: The Fire Rekindles

    The shoot started like old times. Wonderhussy flirted with the camera, climbed a roof, nearly broke a heel on a collapsed staircase.

    But the real moment came at dusk, as they watched the sun sink behind the hills with a couple of cold beers.

    “I still dream about you,” she said suddenly.

    Randy looked over. “Sarah—”

    “No, let me finish,” she cut in. “I know I’ve got sharp edges. I know I’m a mess. But we were alive together. You and me, we weren’t boring. We weren’t routine. We were chaos. Beautiful, dusty, horny chaos.”

    Randy chuckled. “Yeah… that we were.”

    She leaned closer, voice low. “And you miss it. You miss me. You just don’t know if you’re still man enough to keep up.”

    He didn’t answer right away.

    Instead, he kissed her.

    Hard.

    Chapter Thirteen: Victory’s Edge

    That night was fire and sweat and memory. They made love in the back of the Unimog like teenagers sneaking around their parents. Clothes ripped. Hands shaking. Old rhythm returning like a well-worn song.

    But when morning came, Wonderhussy didn’t ask for anything.

    She made him coffee.

    She let him choose.

    Chapter Fourteen: The Choice

    Randy sat at the edge of her tailgate, coffee in hand, staring out into the Nevada nothing.

    “I don’t know what to do,” he finally said. “Victoria’s soft. She makes life easy. But you… you make life electric.”

    Wonderhussy walked up behind him and placed her arms around his waist.

    “I’m not asking for easy,” she whispered. “I’m asking for real. And deep down, you know we’re real.”

    He turned. “What if it breaks again?”

    “Then we’ll break it loud,” she said, grinning. “But we’ll break it together.”

    Epilogue: One More Ride

    Two weeks later, Victoria posted a story: a single photo of a pair of empty boots in the sand and a caption that said, “Sometimes you have to let go so they can run.”

    Wonderhussy didn’t comment.

    She was too busy filming her next video with Randy.

    They were camped in the back of the Unimog under a full moon, wrapped in a blanket, both sunburned and happy. He held the camera while she talked about ghosts, geology, and how the heart always finds its own compass—if you’re brave enough to let it.

    — here’s the next emotional chapter where Victoria returns, not with claws out, but with something deeper: a warning. This installment shifts the tone from rivalry to revelation, casting new light on Randy’s true nature and pushing Wonderhussy to question whether getting him back was truly a win… or just the beginning of something darker.

    Title: Desert Hearts and Cold Shadows
    Chapter Fifteen: The Warning

    The wind was picking up again.

    Wonderhussy crouched by the camp stove in a narrow canyon off Highway 50—“The Loneliest Road in America.” The Unimog was parked at an angle, the solar panels humming, and Randy was off collecting firewood, barefoot as usual, humming something half-forgotten from a Zeppelin album.

    She should have felt triumphant. Whole.

    Instead, there was a gnawing in her stomach. A twitch behind her eyes.

    Ever since Delamar, they’d been riding high—filming together, laughing, making love under open skies. But every time Randy smiled at her like she was salvation, a little voice whispered:

    Then why does he still flinch when his phone buzzes?

    The Approach

    It started as dust.

    A faint cloud rolling up the wash. At first, she figured it was just another overland rig, maybe a lost YouTuber looking for hot springs.

    But when the silver Subaru pulled up and Victoria stepped out in worn jeans, a white tank top, and zero makeup, Wonderhussy’s pulse slowed.

    This wasn’t a flex.

    It was something else.

    “Victoria?” she said, standing.

    Victoria gave a tired nod. “Hey.”

    “No lasagna? No tripod?”

    “Nope.”

    She walked forward, slow and careful, like approaching a wild animal.

    “I’m not here to stir anything,” she said. “I just… I needed to tell you something. Before you get any deeper.”

    Chapter Sixteen: Shadows and Patterns

    They sat under the awning, sipping warm wine out of tin mugs. Randy was still gone. Maybe that was fate. Maybe it was design.

    “I didn’t come to fight,” Victoria said. “Honestly, I’m glad you two got your flame back. You always had a spark I couldn’t match.”

    Wonderhussy raised an eyebrow. “Then what are you doing here?”

    Victoria hesitated. “You know how it ended with us?”

    “I assumed he left you the second I texted him.”

    Victoria shook her head. “No. He was still with me… for another week. Slept with me the same night he left Delamar.”

    Wonderhussy’s mouth went dry.

    “I didn’t know then,” Victoria continued, “but the next morning he said he needed space. That he was ‘figuring things out.’ He ghosted me three days later.”

    Silence.

    Wind tugged at the flap of the awning.

    “I checked his location one night,” Victoria added. “And saw he was with you. That’s when I knew.”

    The Cracks

    Wonderhussy stared out at the desert floor, jaw clenched.

    “He told me you two had broken up. That you were already moving on.”

    Victoria gave a bitter laugh. “He told me you were the one who’d pushed him away. Said you were always trying to prove something. That you were too wild to settle down. That I made things easier.”

    “He said the same thing to me,” Wonderhussy said quietly.

    Now it clicked. The way Randy always dodged hard conversations. The charming way he could make two people feel like the center of the universe at the same time… while keeping his own feet just outside of commitment.

    “I think he doesn’t know what he wants,” Victoria said. “But worse—I think he likes it that way.”

    Chapter Seventeen: The Return

    Randy came back just as the sun dipped below the canyon rim, arms full of mesquite branches.

    He froze when he saw Victoria.

    “Hey,” he said, carefully neutral. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

    “No,” Victoria replied. “You never do expect consequences, do you?”

    He looked at Wonderhussy. She didn’t speak. Just stared.

    “I should go,” Victoria said, rising. “I said what I needed.”

    Wonderhussy stopped her. “Victoria.”

    They looked at each other. The rivalry was dead now. Something else—respect? Grief? Solidarity?—took its place.

    “I don’t blame you,” Wonderhussy said.

    “And I don’t envy you,” Victoria replied.

    She turned and walked back to her car, kicking up little clouds of dust that vanished in the breeze.

    Chapter Eighteen: The Hollow Man

    Later, by the fire, Wonderhussy and Randy sat in silence.

    “Are you gonna ask what she said?” he asked.

    “No,” she said. “I already know.”

    He opened his mouth, then closed it.

    “Randy,” she said quietly. “Who are you when no one’s filming?”

    He didn’t answer.

    And that was the answer.

    Epilogue: Redirection

    The next morning, Wonderhussy packed her gear with the brutal precision of someone who had done this a thousand times.

    Randy watched from the camp chair, confused.

    “Where you going?”

    She slid into the driver’s seat of the Unimog.

    “Somewhere new,” she said. “Somewhere that doesn’t remind me of everything I wanted you to be.”

    And just like that, she drove off—leaving him behind in the dust, the camera still rolling, but with no one left to perform for.

    Here’s a bold, emotionally complex, continuation in which Wonderhussy, Victoria, and Randy find themselves drawn back together—not in rivalry, but in an unexpected, raw, and deeply human connection. This chapter isn’t just about physical heat, but emotional risk, vulnerability, and breaking the rules to write their own script.

    Title: Desert Hearts and Cold Shadows
    Chapter Nineteen: The Third Option

    The desert doesn’t care about your plans.

    It doesn’t care who was there first, who said what, who broke whose heart. It’s too old for petty drama, too vast for straight lines. Out here, things blend, erode, twist into strange shapes—and sometimes… those shapes fit.

    It Started with Silence

    It had been weeks since the confrontation.

    Wonderhussy had gone solo, bouncing from hot springs to ghost towns, trying to shake Randy from her bones like desert dust from her boots. Victoria had gone quiet online. Randy, true to form, kept a low profile—camping, drifting, filming vague, moody B-roll that didn’t say a damn thing.

    Until they all ended up at the same place.

    Deep Playa.

    Not Burning Man. Not even a festival.

    Just a nowhere spot outside Gerlach where old-timers camped without cell signal or expectations.

    Wonderhussy arrived first.

    Victoria showed up the next morning, apparently unaware—or uncaring—that Sarah was already there.

    And Randy?

    He showed up that night.

    Carrying a bottle of rye whiskey, three enamel cups, and a look that said he didn’t want to run anymore.

    Chapter Twenty: Ghosts at the Fire

    No one spoke at first.

    They passed the bottle. The fire popped. Coyotes howled somewhere in the dark.

    “You look different,” Wonderhussy said to Victoria.

    “I feel different,” Victoria replied.

    Randy glanced between them. “You both do.”

    It was strangely comfortable. Three people who had torn each other apart now staring into the coals, with nothing left to hide.

    “We all tried to win,” Victoria said after a while. “But maybe none of us lost.”

    “I don’t know what that means,” Randy said softly.

    Wonderhussy leaned back on one elbow, eyes glinting in the firelight. “It means maybe we stop trying to fit into neat little boxes. Monogamy. Rivalry. Shame.”

    Victoria tilted her head. “What are you suggesting?”

    Wonderhussy shrugged. “What if we just… stopped pretending this was something ordinary?”

    Chapter Twenty-One: The Shift

    It started with a joke.

    Wonderhussy rolled her eyes and said, “Well, since you clearly can’t choose between us, maybe we let you have both.”

    Randy choked on his drink.

    Victoria smirked. “Maybe that’s not as crazy as it sounds.”

    The silence after that wasn’t awkward. It was loaded.

    With memory. With curiosity. With years of wanting to know what it would feel like to stop competing… and just connect.

    Victoria reached out and brushed Wonderhussy’s hand. Light. Curious.

    Sarah didn’t pull away.

    Randy watched them—wide-eyed, uncertain, turned on and terrified.

    And then they kissed.

    Not desperate. Not performative.

    Just honest.

    Chapter Twenty-Two: Firelight and Flesh

    The tent was small, but nobody cared.

    They undressed slowly, like explorers discovering a new land, not conquerors claiming it. There was laughter—so much laughter—and tangled limbs, whispered gasps, rediscovered places.

    Randy made love to both women that night, but it wasn’t about possession or fantasy.

    It was surrender.

    To something none of them could name.

    Wonderhussy kissed Victoria’s thigh while Randy pressed against her from behind.

    Victoria ran her hands through Sarah’s hair as she gasped into her mouth.

    Randy shuddered as both women wrapped around him, warm and wild and real.

    No jealousy. No comparison.

    Just heat.

    And release.

    And belonging.

    Chapter Twenty-Three: The Morning After

    Dawn crept in like a secret.

    The three of them lay tangled in a sweaty pile of limbs and tangled blankets. Randy snored. Victoria traced circles on Wonderhussy’s back.

    “Still think I’m the enemy?” she whispered.

    Wonderhussy smiled sleepily. “I think we’re all just tired of fighting.”

    They laughed quietly.

    Randy stirred. “Is this… a thing now?”

    “Maybe,” Victoria said.

    “If we want it to be,” Wonderhussy added.

    And they did.

    Not because it was perfect.

    But because it was theirs.

    Epilogue: The New Normal

    They didn’t post about it.

    Not at first.

    No announcement. No hashtags. Just subtle clues in their videos—shared glances, lingering touches, three toothbrushes by the camp sink.

    Some people noticed. Most didn’t.

    The ones who did didn’t get it.

    That was fine.

    Because out in the vast silence of the desert, they weren’t explaining anymore.

    They were living.

    Together.

    next chapter where the outside world starts to notice the new relationship between Wonderhussy, Randy, and Victoria, and the pressure builds. It’s a story about attention, vulnerability, and the cost of living honestly when the rest of the world insists on neat little labels.

    Title: Desert Hearts and Cold Shadows
    Chapter Twenty-Four: Seen

    At first, it was just a comment.

    Beneath one of Wonderhussy’s new videos—a tour of a forgotten brothel outside Goldfield—someone wrote:

    “Wait… was that Victoria in the background? And didn’t Randy just post from the same place? 🤨”

    It got ten likes.

    Then thirty.

    Then two hundred.

    Sarah ignored it. For now.

    She’d been in the game too long to let trolls or busybodies get to her. People always speculated—about who she was sleeping with, what she really believed, what she looked like without eyeliner and desert mystique.

    But then another video dropped. This one from Randy. A drone shot of the three of them hiking through an alkali flat. Just a silhouette—Randy in the middle, Wonderhussy and Victoria on either side, their arms brushing.

    And someone zoomed in.

    Posted a still.

    Tweeted it.

    “Throuple confirmed?”

    Chapter Twenty-Five: The Comments Section

    It hit like a monsoon.

    On Reddit, someone started a thread titled:

    “Wonderhussy, Randy, and Victoria—open relationship or just desert weirdos?”

    YouTube comments exploded.

    Some were curious:

    “Not judging, just wondering: is this poly? Or is one of them just the third wheel?”

    Some were crude:

    “Lucky bastard. I’d kill to be stuck between those two.”

    Some were cruel:

    “Sad. Wonderhussy’s too old to compete, so she lets Victoria in to keep Randy around. Tragic.”

    And one comment—just one—landed like a knife:

    “This isn’t love. This is what people do when they don’t want to be alone, but don’t have the guts to commit.”

    Chapter Twenty-Six: Friction

    They sat around the fire that night, in the Mojave, not talking.

    Victoria scrolled through her phone with a tight face.

    Randy sharpened a stick for no reason.

    Wonderhussy sipped wine in silence.

    “Maybe we should say something,” Victoria offered.

    “Say what?” Sarah asked. “Hi, we’re three grown adults doing something that works for us and it’s none of your damn business?”

    Randy chuckled, but there was no warmth in it.

    “We don’t owe anyone an explanation,” he said. “But people don’t like what they can’t label. They’ll keep poking.”

    Victoria looked up. “You really think you can live like this and stay invisible?”

    Wonderhussy met her eyes. “No. But I think we can live like this and stay honest.”

    Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Interview Request

    Two days later, it happened.

    A well-known alt-lifestyle podcast emailed Wonderhussy.

    “We love your channel and respect your authenticity. Would you and your partners be open to talking about your unique relationship on air? We think a lot of people could learn from your story.”

    Sarah stared at the screen.

    Randy leaned over her shoulder. “Do we really want to put a spotlight on this?”

    Victoria chimed in from the hammock. “What if we control the story? Instead of letting Reddit define it for us?”

    It was tempting.

    But dangerous.

    And freeing.

    And terrifying.

    Just like the desert.

    Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Choice

    They talked all night.

    About boundaries.

    About what to share, and what to keep sacred.

    About the fact that no matter how well they explained it, people would still misunderstand. Call it a phase. A stunt. A midlife crisis for her. A power move for him. A lack of self-worth for Victoria.

    But they also talked about what they had.

    Three people who knew each other’s scars and still stayed.
    Three people who didn’t own each other—but chose each other.
    Three people who knew how hard it was to love in a world that expected a script.

    And in the end, they decided:

    Yes.

    They would do the interview.

    Not to justify it.

    But to show that love, in all its weird, flawed, wonderful forms, deserves space.

    Epilogue: Going Public

    The podcast aired two weeks later.

    The title:
    “Poly in the Playa: Wonderhussy and the Desert Throuple.”

    They spoke openly. Not just about sex or logistics—but about fear. Insecurity. The jealousy they’d faced. The moments they almost walked away. The boundaries they respected. The joy of finding a rhythm that wasn’t perfect, but was real.

    It trended.

    And for every troll, there were five people who messaged them quietly:

    “I didn’t know this was possible. Thank you.”

    They weren’t just seen.

    They were understood.

    For the first time, maybe ever.

    continuation exploring how Wonderhussy, Victoria, and Randy try to maintain their fragile new balance now that their relationship is semi-public. Fame, assumptions, and real-life logistics start pressing in from all sides, testing the trio in ways they never expected.

    Title: Desert Hearts and Cold Shadows
    Chapter Twenty-Nine: Fame is a Fire

    It started slow.

    A few more interview requests. A handful of glowing YouTube comments. A spike in Wonderhussy’s Patreon—mostly from curious onlookers who appreciated her candor. Randy’s channel picked up traction, too. Victoria’s old videos were suddenly gaining views again, her inbox full of polite, awkward messages like:

    “Hey, just wanted to say you seem really brave. Also… is this still a thing?”

    But fame is like kindling: it burns fast and hot, and it never comes without smoke.

    Chapter Thirty: Pressures

    At first, the attention brought them closer.

    They joked about “throuple merch,” debated whether to call themselves the “Desert Triangle,” and filmed a lighthearted Q&A around a campfire. The response was mostly positive. Mostly.

    But over time, the pressure shifted.

    The comments got weird.

    People began comparing them. Keeping score.

    “Randy clearly favors Wonderhussy. Look at the body language.”
    “Victoria’s just there for clout.”
    “This won’t last. Just a fantasy.”

    It made every argument feel public. Every moment of tension feel amplified.

    One night in Sedona, after a long day of filming and three flat tires, Randy snapped when Victoria made a harmless joke about needing space.

    “You always need space,” he growled. “But God forbid anyone need something from you.”

    The silence that followed was colder than the desert wind.

    Chapter Thirty-One: The Doc Crew

    Then came the email.

    A documentary crew—legit, indie, Sundance-connected—wanted to follow them on the road.

    “We’re fascinated by people rewriting relationship rules. We think your story could change hearts.”

    The money was solid. The exposure? Massive.

    But the cost?

    Privacy. Vulnerability. Authenticity under pressure.

    They argued for days.

    Victoria saw it as a chance to advocate for nontraditional love.

    Randy didn’t want his feelings edited into sound bites.

    And Wonderhussy? She wasn’t sure.

    She’d spent years baring herself on camera—but this… this wasn’t hers alone to show.

    Chapter Thirty-Two: The Internal Lens

    They declined.

    Respectfully, firmly.

    And it felt like a small win.

    But the cracks were already forming.

    Not from the relationship itself—but from the need to define it.

    They’d gone public. Now everyone wanted a label. A lesson. A blueprint.

    But what they had didn’t fit into a TED Talk or an Instagram reel.

    It was messy, fluid, and sometimes hard as hell.

    Randy still didn’t understand how to balance two emotional landscapes.

    Victoria sometimes felt like a ghost between them.

    And Wonderhussy—still the oldest, still the loudest—felt like the world was watching, just waiting for her to slip.

    Chapter Thirty-Three: Return to Silence

    They took a break from filming.

    From everything.

    Vanished into the Black Rock Desert for ten days. No Wi-Fi. No fans. Just wind, sand, and time.

    They didn’t talk much.

    They cooked together. Bathed together in icy springs. Watched the stars like they were waiting for answers.

    On the ninth night, Randy finally said what none of them had dared speak:

    “I don’t want to be an example.”

    Wonderhussy replied softly, “Then let’s just be people again.”

    Victoria took both their hands.

    “I didn’t sign up to be a symbol,” she said. “I just fell in love. Twice.”

    And in that moment, something realigned.

    Not back to what they were.

    But forward—into what they could still become.

    Epilogue: Off-Camera

    They still post.

    But less often.

    Fewer updates. No more relationship explainers. No triangulated Q&As.

    Instead, Wonderhussy goes back to filming what she loves—desert ruins, strange festivals, forgotten brothels. Randy builds solar rigs and shoots landscapes. Victoria quietly starts a blog called “Between Two Fires,” writing essays about love, identity, and complexity.

    Sometimes they’re all together on-screen.

    Sometimes they’re not.

    And the comments?

    Well, they say things like:

    “Wait… are they still a throuple?”

    But the truth?

    That’s not anyone else’s business.

    They know what they are.

    They just don’t need to explain it anymore.

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