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  • Herb Alchemy and Monster Slaying: Part 1
    Herb Alchemy and Monster Slaying: Part 1
    Sex is Morgana's magic. Her husband helps her brew a potion.

    Based on the works of Robyn

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    Arthus and Morgana.

    There's a hidden depth of creativity that men find when

    speaking of the beauty of their women. I've heard a thousand different men brag
    in a thousand different ways. They'll speak of the shape of their smile, the
    curve of their bodies and the sway of their hips as they move.

    Even the thickest clod in the taproom could pull verses from

    himself, finding, from somewhere, the ability to wax lyrical about the jiggle
    of the barmaid's tits.

    Except for me.

    I get lost when the bard's sing their songs. I get tangled

    up in their words and metaphors, unable to slip through to the other side. My
    wife says that I was just born too practical. I, however, suspect that I might
    simply be a thicker clod than most.

    And so, when I think of my wife; of her dark hair and pale

    eyes. Of the way her smile tightens my chest; and the feel of her naked flesh
    on mine. There's only one word that bursts from the depths of me.

    Magic.

    "Arthus!" My wife called.

    I looked up, the brush in my hand poised over a small pot of

    black paint. Morgana was rushing towards me, her pale-gray eyes wide in the
    shadow of a wide-brimmed straw hat. She had a wicker basket in one hand, her
    sickle-shaped knife clutched in the other.

    My lips curled into a smile. Despite the alabaster of her

    skin, and the inky blackness of her hair; my wife was the brightest thing in
    this sun-bathed forest clearing. She was a riot of colors, from the bright red
    laces of her brown leather boots to the blue, many-pocketed apron slung over a
    custard-yellow dress. Even her hat was festooned with colorful ribbons.

    "Don't cut me," I said, eyeing the naked blade in

    her hand as she threw herself down onto the log beside me.

    "Mandrake!" Morgana said, waving the basket under

    my nose. "There's mandrake here, Arthus! Look!"

    "Is that one of the mushrooms?"

    "Is that one of the, Arthus! It s the root here. See?

    The one that kind of looks like a fat baby?"

    I squinted down at the mass of roots, mushrooms, leaves and

    berries that my wife had managed to gather up. Another thing about me; while I
    may be able to tell the difference between an oak and a pine tree, I was
    hog-shit at identifying plants.

    "Here," I said. "Why don't you put the knife

    down and show me?"

    She did, pulling out a dirty mass of roots that did indeed

    sort of look like a chubby infant. The words tumbled out of her as she pushed
    the root into my hands; listing off all of its properties and the recipes that
    she might use it for. I nodded along, though in truth, her explanation just
    went through me.

    My wife, Morgana, was a witch. Her body was infused with the

    magic of earth, and wind and sea and sky. She was a brewer of potions, a maker
    of charms and hexes. She could weave protective wards into cloth, or spin them
    into curses.

    And though she could mix her magic in with all sorts of

    ingredients; it was plants that Morgana loved the most.

    "What about those mushrooms?" I eventually managed

    to ask. "Can we eat any of them?"

    "No idea!" Morgana answered with a grin.

    "I've never seen this kind before. I'll give them to Shags before we head
    out."

    My mood soured.

    "Is that for the new sign?" Morgana asked, finally

    noticing the wooden board and inkpot in my lap.

    I let out a breath, running my hands over the length of wood

    I'd spent a long time smoothing and varnishing. It was to be our sign, and all
    that was left was to add a few words.

    "I still don't understand why we can't just put 'witch'

    on it. That's what I am."

    "We've been over this, love."

    "I know, I know," she said. She forced air out

    between her lips. "But I still don't like that we're putting 'alchemist'.
    I hate that people will think that I'm one of those two-copper hustlers."

    "It s all the good with none of the bad," I said,

    laying the brush down beside the paint. "People already think that
    alchemists are magical and mysterious. This way, they won't blink when your
    potions do something crazy."

    "But we're lying," she said. "Besides, this

    isn't Teutonia, people here won't care that I'm a witch."

    I gazed at her flatly.

    We were in the Duchy of Garone, near the southern border of

    Seinia. It was a kingdom more tolerant than most; allowing dwarves, elves,
    gnomes and even orcs from the caves and syrens of the undersea; onto the streets
    of its cities.

    But even here, amongst the green of its peacefully rolling

    hills and vineyards; it hadn't been so long ago that witches had been hunted
    with torch and pike.

    Consorts of the dark, they were called; born beneath a

    moonless night. Witches were tainted with dark magics, held in thrall to the
    twisted ambitions of the Hells they served.

    "Ok fine," Morgana said. "Maybe some wouldn't

    like it. But I'm not an alchemist, Arthus."

    "Most of what we sell are potions."

    "But not all!"

    "Love,"

    "Okay, okay," she said. "Just wait a second.

    Let me think."

    She leaned forward on the log, holding her chin up with the

    palm of her hand. Black lines of ink swirled down her bare arms to her hands.
    Those tattooed lines vanished beneath her dress, where I knew they continued
    along the shape of her; curling around the peaks and valleys of her body.

    Her long fingers picked at her bottom lip, bringing my

    attention to where her whorling lines of ink began as three vertical lines. I
    followed them down the curve of her neck, watching as they looped away from
    each other at her collarbones.

    The central line was the thickest, and my eyes traced its

    path down until it was swallowed by the warm flesh between her breasts.

    "Herb alchemist!" Morgana said, suddenly.

    "That s what I'll be."

    I tore my eyes from the swell of her chest, blinking into

    her wide grin.

    "What?" I said, "herb alchemist? That s not a

    word."

    "Words are just things that are spoken, Arthus. I've

    spoken it, so now it s a word."

    I let out a long breath, trying one last time.

    "People aren't going to know what that is, love.

    Alchemist is simpler."

    "Alchemists," Morgana said, reaching up to brush a

    bit of hair from my face. "Are liars and frauds. None of what they do
    actually works; and they're are obsessed with gold."

    I tilted my head into the smoothness of her touch, feeling

    my lips quirk upward.

    "Didn't you say that you wanted us to 'make a pile of

    coins big enough to sleep on'?"

    Morgana snorted. "Please, love. That s not the same.

    I'm providing an actual service, so, it s only right that I get paid."

    "Ah," I said, teasing. "Of course."

    "It s not the same!"

    "I know."

    I leaned forward and kissed away her frown, pulling her up

    with me when I regained my feet. "Come on, let s get back into the wagon.
    It s time we got moving again."

    We made good time, the sun arching slowly downwards.

    Garone's gently curving countryside rolled by. We waved to farmers as we
    passed. We ambled by stone-lined fields, vineyards and patches of light-dappled
    forest.

    I drove our oxen carefully, ignoring Morgana's impatience.

    This wagon wasn't just some farmer's cart. It was like a

    house on wheels, with a door and shuttered windows. We'd spent all the money we
    had in world to have it built. It was our home a refuge where we ate and slept.
    More than that, it was our livelihood; the shop from which Morgana sold her
    potions and charms.

    Our entire lives, all of our hopes for the future rattled

    above this six-wheeled frame. Our destination could very well wait until we got
    there.

    We came upon Dalford as the late summer sun blazed low and

    orange in the sky. It was a town much like any other. It was medium, that was
    the word for it. The town comprised of medium sized shops and houses built of
    wood and stone upon the banks of a medium-sized river.

    That river was the Dal, and as we approached, I caught sight

    of the town's single bridge. It arched gracefully over the running water, the
    construction too smooth to have been built by human hands.

    I stretched my back, resisting the urge to shift in my seat.

    Morgana was asleep, tightly curled on the driver's bench beside me, her head in
    my lap. I let myself watch the steady rise and fall of her body, feeling my
    face soften into a small smile.

    My wife. We'd been married but a pair of months, and I still

    couldn't believe the miracle that had brought me to her. I slipped my hand
    through the midnight cloud of her hair, tracing the silken softness of her
    cheek with my thumb.

    I felt her stir. She let out a sigh, snuggling deeper into

    my lap. I chuckled, bringing my thumb to the dimple of her chin.

    "Wake up, my love," I said. "We're almost

    here."

    Her eyelids fluttered, and she made a small sound of

    pleasure as I glided my fingers down along the warm curl of her neck. I
    followed that inked, central line down to where it disappeared within the
    milky, summer-warmed swell of her chest.

    "Don't just tease me," she murmured, shifting.

    She was on her back now, peering up at me through slitted

    eyes. Her breasts had drifted slightly further apart, revealing more of the
    shadowy warmth between them. I swallowed; hearing Morgana make another small
    sound.

    "I saw you looking earlier," she said. "We

    should have stayed in that glade a little longer."

    "Maybe," I said.

    I slipped two fingers into the darkened crack, sliding them

    along the luscious curve of one breast. I passed a tattooed swirl, pushing my
    fingers beneath the fabric of her neckline. My heart beat faster. Her flesh was
    so warm, velvet in its softness and just a bit sticky with her sweat.

    Heat rose to stain Morgana's chest. I could feel it, my

    fingers gliding until I brushed against the silken stiffness of her nipple. She
    let a breathy little sound; my own stiffness beginning to rise.

    Then, the wagon shuddered, jolted, and we were rattling over

    cobblestones. We'd reached the town's outskirts.

    I pulled my hand back to the reins, finally lifting my head

    to look at where our oxen were leading us. I leaned back against my seat, face
    burning. There were people and buildings on the street before us; the nearest
    being but a stone throw away.

    Morgana rolled back onto her side, pushing herself up with

    her arms. Her face was a hand s-breadth from mine, her legs coiled serpent-like
    at the end of the curving length of her.

    "You, my dear husband," she breathed. "Have

    terrible timing."

    Then, she kissed me, deeply enough to make my head spin.

    A few cheerfully shouted directions, and a turn or two

    later, and I found what I'd been looking for; an inn.

    We were still on the edge of the town proper, and there was

    more than enough room for me to pull our oxen to a stop a little way from the
    wooden building. There was a stable attached to it too, I noted, with a mound
    of hay piled beneath the sloping roof.

    "'The Bargemen,'" I said, reading the sign over

    the door. "Looks busy enough. It should be perfect."

    Morgana didn't answer. She stretched; her jaw cracking open

    in a wide yawn. She shivered, gooseflesh pimpling the bare skin of her arms and
    shoulders.

    I reached back behind our seat, sifting past her discarded

    hat and apron. I pulled her woolen shawl out from where it had gotten tangled
    up with my spear and shield.

    She wrapped herself in the pale wool, watching a group of

    burly looking farmers and bargemen push into the inn. "Strength here, I
    think. That'll be easiest."

    I hopped down from the driver's seat, groaning as I

    stretched the kinks from my spine. I rubbed at my backside, considering.

    "Stamina potions should also sell well here," I

    said.

    She grunted in agreement. "Will you get them?"

    "Sure."

    She slipped to the ground, ignoring my outstretched hand.

    She stretched once again, her curving body tight against the yellow of her
    dress. My wife let out an explosive breath, clapping her hands together.

    "Right," she said. "How do I look?"

    "Like you've been lazing around all day."

    She stuck her tongue out at me, but took a few moments to

    brush the worst of the frizz from her hair.

    "Perfect," I said, once she'd given me a little

    spin.

    She smiled, leaning forward and giving me a quick kiss on

    the lips. Then, she reached up and pulled at the neckline of her dress. She
    lowered it alarmingly, pushing her breasts up until her creamy, tattooed chest
    seemed on the edge of bursting free.

    "There," she said. Her pale eyes flashed; her

    voice tinged with the same breathy purr as before. "Now it s
    perfect."

    I laughed. "Morgana, they don't stand a chance against

    you."

    She grinned; skin flushed with sudden energy. "Let's go

    make some money! Don't forget to check on Shaggy. Oh! And bring a few hangover
    cures too!"

    The last was said as she was already halfway to the door,

    disappearing through it a few moments later.

    My eyes lingered on the empty doorway for a handful of

    heartbeats, before I heard one of our oxen snort. I turned to find Phri, his
    hide a dark brown speckled with white, staring balefully towards me. He shook
    his horned head, leaning into his yoke, as if asking me what in the hells was
    taking so long.

    "In a minute, guys," I said, scratching the large

    animal beneath the chin. "That hay over there looks good, eh? I'll get you
    some of that, don't you worry."

    An, Twegen, Phri and Foewer; one, two, three and four in the

    old tongue of Morgana's Shattered Isles. They were as agreeable a team of
    steers that could be found on this side of the Garone river. I felt a little twinge
    of guilt at keeping them bound a while longer to the heavy wagon they'd spent
    the day pulling.

    But I had a much less reasonable creature to deal with.

    I pulled open the door of our mobile home to find Shags

    already in the doorway. He glared at me.

    "I'm surprised to see you," he said. "I

    didn't think that you'd ever finish pawing at Miss Morgana's breasts."

    I felt heat crawl up the back of my neck. "She's my

    wife, Shags."

    "For now, perhaps," he said, hopping down onto the

    cobbles.

    I stepped back to give him space. Shags had lived most of

    his life with Morgana on the Shattered Isles. It was a foreboding a place of
    log houses, thatched roofs and the reek of fish. Despite this, he spoke in a
    refined, courtly accent that wouldn't be out of place within the palace of the
    Seinia's Kings.

    "I am working on breaking the spell that your sandy

    hair and blue have cast on her, you Teutonian butcher," Shags continued.
    "You aren't worthy of breathing the same air as her; must less touch her
    with your brutish mitts."

    "Go dance with a cat, Shags."

    I couldn't hold his gaze, shame curling through my guts. I

    saw too much of me reflected in his small, dark eyes.

    "I daresay even a mange-riddled feline would waltz

    better than you, Arthus."

    He dismissed me with a flick of his ears, hopping past my

    ankles towards the bank of the river. I watched him go, wishing I had some
    clever rejoinder to shout.

    Shags, I should mention, was a rabbit. He was one of the

    large island breeds, with floppy ears and thick, white fur that was speckled with
    black. He was Morgana's familiar, and had been with her almost from the night
    she was born.

    He was also, unfortunately for me, as crucial to her magic

    as he was an insufferable little pile of donkey shit.

    I sighed, shaking myself and forcing myself to turn away.

    The bastard had probably shit on my pillow again, too.

    The interior of our wagon was dark, the numerous shutters

    having been locked tight against the dust of the road. I felt my way to the nearest
    opening, pushing them open one by one to let in the light of the setting sun.

    Our home was divided into two, unequal halves. We slept in

    the front section, the space separated from the rest by a heavy curtain. I drew
    it back, revealing our neatly arranged bed. I threw open a few more windows,
    letting in another flood of light.

    Shags had indeed left a surprise for me on my pillow.

    I cleaned it up quickly, dumping it out of the window beside

    my armor stand. The leather and mail were clean. It gleamed with oil,
    well-maintained more from habit than anything else.

    The rest of the space was taken up with similar equipment

    from my past. A dozen spears of varying lengths were in one rack, their tips
    glinting with razor-edged iron. A spare shield hung there as well; below which
    were a half-dozen axes in all shapes and sizes.

    There was also small shrine to the winged-martyr tucked away

    in the far corner. I felt its presence like an itch between my shoulder blades,
    but I kept my eyes off it as I moved away from the windows.

    The rest of our six-wheeled home was Morgana's.

    It was as if a tornado had blown through a hoarder's

    kitchen, cracking the floorboards and allowing a jungle to burst into the room.

    There were hundreds of jars, bottles, boxes and vials; all

    crammed into whatever cupboard, shelf or crate would hold them. Each was filled
    with ingredients; reagents, powders, animal and monster parts and whatever else
    Morgana thought she might need.

    And the plants.

    As I think I already mentioned, my wife had a special love

    for all things that grew. There were plants everywhere; dangling in pots from
    the ceiling and spilling out from between racks of jars and bottles. They grew
    on shelves and at the edge of windows. They crept out from beneath tables and
    chairs, and peered over from the dozens of pots bolted to the wall.

    It was a veritable forest in here; a thousand different

    scents and shades of green that Morgana spent hours tending too every morning.

    I navigated through the back carefully, never able to

    remember which of these plants were poisonous and which weren't. Shags had a
    little sleeping area here a

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  • The Isabella House
    The Isabella House.
    A Victorian house and a wandering kitty.

    Based on a post by Biggalute.

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    "Here pussy pussy, here pussy pussy."

    What the fuck was I doing? It was gone eleven o'clock at night,

    pitch black, and I was standing in my new garden wrapped only in a
    towel, my hair and skin still damp from the shower.

    I'm John Crawford; a 36 year old finance professional in a large

    city. I'd only moved into my new apartment yesterday.

    The apartment was disguised as a grand Victorian estate, but each

    story of this 'grand old lady' was built to be a self-contained home,
    allowing me to rent the ground level unit and lovely landscaped back
    patio and rose garden. The neighbors unofficially referred to the
    corner lot mansion as Isabella, but no one knows for sure why.

    The corner lot allowed me to essentially have my own entry next to

    the garage. The other two tenants could use either the front entry to
    the staircase, or the added back staircase, up to the back
    double-stack balconies.

    One of the first things I'd discovered when moving in; was that I

    now owned a cat, apparently. I'd had a bed delivered and had carried
    a few boxes in before I noticed the nearly empty feeding bowl and
    then the cat tray in the bathroom As I was processing this there was
    a knock on the door.

    "Hello there. I'm Joan, your neighbor from upstairs. I saw

    you moving in and thought I'd come and say hello and welcome."

    "Hi Joan I'm John, nice to meet you." Joan stood there

    smiling, I wasn't always quick on the uptake but it dawned on me that
    she probably expected to be invited in.

    "Won't you come in, I haven't unpacked the tea or coffee yet

    but I can probably find them."

    "Don't worry, I only came to say hello and see how Pixie was

    getting on." She said this as she passed me and walked into the
    kitchen. My eyes followed her, attractive, probably in her forties
    and with a nice sway to her hips.

    My unexpected and not particularly wanted thoughts were

    interrupted by Joan speaking. "Pixie belonged to the last owners
    but they moved out three months ago and left her behind, buggers."
    Her lovely smile turning to a frown as she remembered them,

    I just nodded.

    "I tried taking her to my apartment but she wouldn't settle,

    happier down here with her cat flap to the garden. I had a key, as I
    use to mind the garden, the previous tenants had no interest in it."
    Again she frowned, obviously not a fan of the previous owners.
    "anyway, between me and Melissa on the top floor, we made sure
    she was fed and her tray was kept clean, although she goes outside
    more often than not."

    "I haven't seen her yet." Was all I could think to say.

    "She's probably a bit nervous of all the movement and noise,

    she'll come in once things settle down."

    Again I just nodded.

    "Anyway I just wanted to say hello,” The assertive

    woman smiled. “See you soon." Her smile was back as she
    left as quickly as she arrived.

    I couldn't help but smile, myself; both at her whirlwind visit,

    but also at her shapely ass as she walked out.

    This was mad, I wasn't normally a gawker but I had recently found

    myself staring at and thinking sexually about every woman I met. Many
    I only saw in passing. I'd broken up with a long term girlfriend a
    few months earlier. She decided to 'trade in' for a newer model.
    Literally, a model. Evidently the dame decided to live out her cougar
    fantasy, after turning 40.

    I decided to concede the domicile, rather than endure the

    humiliation of the hussy fucking 'Zoolander' right in front of me. I
    had found myself sleeping on a friend's couch. He was single and
    liked the company.

    What with time passing and me moving on with my life; I guessed I

    was finally over my girlfriend.

    It made me make the big decision to finally enter the property

    market, hence my new apartment. It was in a three story house
    converted to three apartments, the ground floor having the rights and
    access to the garden. I deliberately chose to get out of my old part
    of the city, and find a nice residential location.

    The emotional insecurity that comes with abrupt homelessness is

    very unsettling and it isn't just the poverty-stricken who experience
    it.

    Being familiar with the corporate world, I decided to find out who

    really owns the building I'm moving into. A Holding company owned
    this and about 30 other similar rental duplexes in that area. But
    they set up separated corporate entities for each of them. Being in
    finance, I presented an unsolicited offer for the corporate entity of
    just that duplex. We made a deal and the seller signed a
    non-disclosure agreement in the deal. I didn't want the other renters
    to know I owned the property. The other benefit of buying the
    corporation, is that the property stayed unchanged, bypassing any
    re-assessment of property value for county taxes.



    When 'Jezebel Sag-tits' traded me in for a metrosexual, her

    gal-pack and social circle ghosted me, so out of self-respect I left
    the noisy nightlife uptown culture. I had no idea how quiet the
    neighborhoods could be, or how therapeutic is was to have green
    landscapes.

    What I hadn't anticipated was the horniness, of my recent abrupt

    celibate sabbatical.

    Women and Wine come to me.

    A few days later, I got a phone call just as I was sorting my mail

    after getting home.

    John, I'm on my way down. Just wanted to make sure I'm not

    interrupting.” It was Joan.

    “Uh, okay.” I consented. The phone clicked.

    "Hello again." I looked at the still open door.

    Joan was stood there with a bottle of red wine and three glasses,

    "I was going to bring cups of tea but then thought wine might be
    nicer, I phoned Melissa and told her to come down and meet you."

    Just then a blond head that I presumed was Melissa, appeared

    behind Joan,

    "Hi John, lovely to meet you, I'm Melissa." The smiling

    head was followed by a fit, nicely buxom body with an extended hand
    for me to shake.

    I shook her hand, a bit dumbfounded by the whole scene, and

    struggling to say much beyond "Hi.'

    I don't know if I was staring, but Melissa said, "Sorry about

    the garb, I'm just back from the gym and was about to shower when
    Joan phoned. Meeting you and a glass of wine sounded better."
    The athletic blond smiled.

    She was wearing tight leggings and a sports top and I managed to

    stop myself saying 'you look great to me,' instead managing "Is
    there a good gym locally? I'm in one across town and it'll be a pain
    to have to travel back and forth."

    "You look like you work out, too.” she acknowledged.

    “Yes, John. The one I'm in is just down Cedar Parkway, a few
    blocks, near the lake. It's small but well equipped. I've been trying
    to get Joan to join, but she says gardening keeps her fit. Without
    the annual contract."

    "Are you going to invite us in or shall we drink the wine at

    the door?" Joan interjected.

    "Um, er, yeah, please come in." I was a bit flustered as

    Joan passed me,

    Melissa struggling not to laugh as she leaned in close to me

    "Don't worry about Joan, she's a force of nature, but an
    absolute darling underneath it."

    I had no furniture yet, but just the bed, but Joan had this

    covered. "There's garden chairs in the shed, you and Melissa get
    them out and we'll drink the wine in the garden."

    Melissa smiled and nodded for me to follow her out the back door,

    which given the tight leggings I was delighted to do. The garden was
    long and narrow with a shed at the far end.

    When I'd seen the apartment and put in an offer it had been winter

    and I hadn't really taken much notice of the garden; but it was now
    in full bloom and looking incredible, Joan had put in a lot of hard
    work.

    As we reached the shed Melissa turned on her heels and broke into

    a trot back to the kitchen, "Joan has the key." She
    returned a few seconds later, her chest heaving slightly with her
    breath. The compression sports tank was barely successful in
    restraining her tits from waving at me as she jogged back to where I
    was waiting.

    Struggling not to stare, I turned and faced the shed.

    I'm sure she knew what was in my mind as she had a knowing, cheeky

    smile on her face. We lifted the chairs out and I couldn't help but
    admire the tone and muscles of her arms.

    "I can see you work out, you have great muscle tone." I

    said, trying not to sound creepy.

    "Thanks, I've really got into it the last two months since I

    kicked my sleaze of a boyfriend out." Melissa added as she set
    two of our 4 chairs down on the patio.

    "Yeah, I'm in the same boat, really got into it after I had a

    breakup, keeps you sane. My coworkers said It helped me be more
    pleasant."

    Joan was coming towards us with the wine, "I'll drink to

    that." Melissa said.

    "Drink to what?" Asked Joan, as she set the bottle on

    the Adirondack armrest and began lining up the 3 clutched glasses.

    "Keeping sane." Melissa happily declared.

    "As good as any toast. Keeping Sane." Joan raised her

    glass and we joined in.

    I sat between the two lovely guests and raised a toast, "Here's

    to new friends, new beginnings and to commend Joan, for keeping this
    garden looking amazing."

    They joined in, but I could sense it was a bit muted, awkward

    glances between Joan and Melissa.

    "John, I love coming and tending this garden, it's a haven

    for me. But it's your garden and I have no way of getting to it
    without going through your house."

    I'd thought about this earlier, Joan having a key, but it had gone

    out of my mind. I'd only just met them but made a snap decision.
    "Joan I'd love it if you kept on with the garden, you can keep
    an eye on me and Pixie at the same time."

    A big, relieved smile crossed her face, "Where is that cat,

    have you seen her yet?" Joan inquired.

    I shook my head and shrugged.

    Joan surprisingly added; "and don't worry I won't go looking

    at your porno stash."

    I nearly choked on my wine and felt myself reddening, Melissa and

    Joan both laughing at me.

    "Joan you're so far behind the times, nobody has a porno

    stash anymore, everyone keeps it on their computer or on their phone
    nowadays, that's where I keep mine, anyway." Melissa covered her
    mouth in a 'did I just say that' expression.

    We'd only had one glass but this was wild, I was genuinely taken

    aback by Melissa's comment.

    Joan started giggling "My late husband use to keep his stash

    under the bed, I always thought I was hotter and sexier than any of
    the women in there. He died in his sleep of a heart attack when he
    was forty, I think I'd worn him out shagging." The wine was
    starting to erode Joan's discretion filter.

    I was shocked but couldn't help joining in with the two women's

    laughing.

    We had another glass of wine and the conversation settled down,

    little bits of information about each other and them filling me on
    the local area.

    "Okay, you two stay here, I'll just go and rustle up some

    food." Joan declared. She is obviously the initiator of all
    thing social, in this duplex.

    I thought to say something about it not being necessary but a look

    on Melissa's face told me not to bother, Joan would do what she
    wanted. Secretly I was delighted as I'd planned on a fast food
    delivery. This sounded much nicer.

    We sat in companionable silence, I think both feeling mellow with

    the wine. Melissa was staring down the garden and smiling "Joan
    really has got the garden looking lovely, have you noticed the clever
    planting so that parts of the garden can't be seen by other houses?"

    I hadn't but as I looked around I could see what she meant. "It

    allows us to sunbathe in private." Melissa raised an eyebrow, a
    deliciously impish grin crossing her face as she saw her meaning
    dawning on me.

    "Wow, I look forward to that!" Oh god! The wine was

    definitely loosening me up.

    Twenty minutes later Joan returned with a delicious stir fry and

    another bottle of wine. It was a lovely evening, full of talk and
    giggles and I was sorry that it had to end but tomorrow was a work
    day. I worked in finance and Melissa was a school teacher, Joan
    saying she was an independent woman. "Actually I had hubby well
    insured before I wore him out." She joked. Melissa had confided
    to me earlier that Joan had sold her house after he died and
    downsized to the apartment, "Although she jokes and puts a brave
    face on it, I think she really misses him."

    We had a quick clean up and I carried one of the chairs into the

    kitchen so I had somewhere to sit and drink my coffee tomorrow
    morning, that's if I found the box the coffeemaker was in.

    "Still no sign of the cat," Joan said as she looked

    around the garden.

    "No."

    "She'll turn up when she's ready." Joan seemed to have

    empathy for the cat's temperament.

    "I'm sure," I said, nodding and having a quick look

    around myself.

    They both said good night and that they'd see me tomorrow, both

    giving me a peck on the cheek as they left, Melissa leaning in closer
    than necessary, taking her time with the kiss, her boobs touching my
    chest as she did so. It was probably the wine but I really hoped it
    wasn't.

    I went to bed happy, my dreams filled with the giggles and the

    beautiful faces of my new neighbors.

    I woke with a pressure on my chest, eventually realizing that a

    cat was sitting on my chest, purring and looking straight at me. I
    put my hand out to stroke her and she purred louder before sticking
    her claws into my wrist. I gingerly withdrew my hand and Pixie seemed
    quite happy on my chest, closing her eyes and going to sleep. I'd
    never had a cat but had heard people say they own you rather than you
    owning them, Pixie had certainly set out her boundaries.

    When my alarm went off I was wedged at the side of my double bed,

    Pixie snuggled into the crook of my knees and nothing to do other
    than slip out silently for fear of disturbing her. I hadn't bought
    any food for breakfast but found myself more worried about Pixie and
    searching the mostly empty cupboards before finding some cat food
    that Joan had left.

    I took the transit to work and found myself in bemused good humor,

    smiling silly as I thought about Joan, Melissa and Pixie and, for the
    first time in weeks, not eyeing up every woman on the train.

    It was a horrible day at work, as Mondays often are. Everything

    going wrong and I had to stay on way later than normal. I'd planned
    on going to the gym on the way home and having one last workout there
    before canceling my membership and joining Melissa's one. As it was,
    by the time I finished work it was closed and all I could do was take
    the transit home.

    It wasn't that late but I entered my apartment as quietly as I

    could, just in case my new neighbors were already asleep. On the
    kitchen counter was a small bouquet of freshly cut flowers, from the
    garden I guessed. Joan, bless her. No cat to be seen but I noticed
    the tray was clean when I entered the bathroom to have a shower.

    It was a little strange to think Joan had been in the apartment,

    actually had free run of the place. But as I thought about it I
    realized that it didn't bother me, in fact, I quite liked the fact
    that she would keep an eye on the place and that I got on so well
    with her and Melissa.

    The shower worked its magic and I came out feeling invigorated,

    hungrily tucking into a bowl of cereal from the groceries I'd bought
    on the way home. My mind was wandering, thinking about Joan and
    Melissa and thinking about their comments on porn. Should I buy a
    magazine and leave it for Joan to find, it could be funny. Maybe one
    dedicated to women of her age, would she be a Milf or a Gilf. No that
    would be too creepy. I wondered what sort of porn Melissa had on her
    phone, was she really into it or just joking with Joan and me.

    Whatever the answer to these ponderings, it was having a nice

    effect on me, the bulge in the towel around my waist making me smile
    and think about the luxurious wank I would have before dosing off.

    It was then that I heard the most awful sound, a distressed

    caterwauling coming from the garden. Was Pixie fighting, was she
    being attacked? Without thinking I charged into the garden, my way
    only dimly illuminated by the kitchen light.

    I was now in the dark, thinking the sky was amazingly moonless

    considering the lovely day that had been. I couldn't see anything so
    started calling out, 'here pussy pussy, here pussy pussy.' No sign of
    any cat so I moved gingerly forward.

    As I moved, a few things seemed to happen simultaneously. I

    thought I heard someone giggling, then there was a sudden movement to
    my left which made me jump, then a bright spotlight came on and then
    my towel became un-knotted, falling to the ground before I could
    catch it.

    The garden was fully illuminated. I looked to my left and there

    was definitely a cat in the bushes, hopefully Pixie. I went to pick
    up my towel and heard more giggling and a wolf whistle. Looking over
    my shoulder I was partially blinded by the light. "Don't be such
    a spoil sport, leave the towel there." It was definitely Joan's
    voice.

    I was smiling to myself but again went to pick up the towel, as I

    bent I heard another wolf whistle and "Cor, look at the buns on
    that." This time it was Melissa, doing a very passable
    impression of a London builder.

    I was smiling even more now and was tempted to leave the towel

    where it was. As it was, I stayed bent over for a few seconds longer
    than I needed, giving them both a full moon, before collecting the
    towel and tying it around my waist, resisting the urge to make a show
    of myself by wiggling my hips.

    I turned to face them and had to use my hand to shield my eyes

    from the bright light.

    As if reading my mind, Joan said; "It's a security light with

    a motion detector." I nodded and tried to focus on the two women
    leaning over their balcony railings. Melissa was on the top floor.
    She had a tee-shirt on and I'd swear I could see her boobs bobbing
    about as she leaned out to look down. Joan was coming from her
    bedroom. I don't know whether she thought I couldn't see her but she
    was happily stood there in her bra and knickers, her boobs almost
    propped up by the railing, as she leaned forward.

    I was insanely horny and stood in my garden late at night,

    illuminated like I was on stage and staring up at two very sexy
    women. Trying to act like this was perfectly normal I tried to say
    something about hearing the cat and rushing out but was cut short by
    Melissa saying, "By the look of that towel I'd say John enjoys
    chasing pussy around the garden, what do you think Joan?"

    I was mortified. Should I turn around, should I put my hand over

    my groin, should I pretend like I don't know what they're talking
    about? I did none of these things, instead just standing there bright
    red and smiling as the two women tried not to laugh but failed.
    Eventually, Joan said, "Will you say it again, just for us."

    "Say what?"

    Joan could hardly get the words out, holding back her giggles she

    said, "Here pussy pussy."

    The dam broke, they burst out laughing and I joined in, the

    ridiculousness of the situation only made worse by me being
    mesmerized by their tits.

    "You can't train cats just like dogs, they don't just come

    when you call them." Joan informed me.

    "I've never owned a cat or a dog." I explained.

    "Not even as a child?" Melissa interrogated.

    I shook my head.

    "Well, the way you chased after pussy tonight, was very

    admirable."

    "Would you please stop with the pussy jokes," Was all I

    could say as the women giggled.

    "Did you get to join my gym yet?" Melissa asked.

    "No, too busy chasing um, you know what." It was my time

    to joke and be cheeky.

    "Good answer," Joan said laughing and deliberately

    leaning further out her balcony, to look up to Melissa. Joan's boobs
    now in danger of bursting out of her bra as was my dick with the
    towel. "I think John should stay just where he is until he sees
    some, you know what, don't you Melissa."

    "Definitely, I'm enjoying the show and

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  • The Young Wizard: Part 5
    The Young Wizard: Part 5
    Jeremy's Best Decision.

    by senorlongo.

    Listen to the ► Podcast
    at Connected.



    Chapter 15.


    MP put the locket back over her head, swearing once again to never remove it.
    She took my hand and led me upstairs. Had anyone ever questioned my mother s
    magical powers, they would have been silenced by seeing my room. We had a big
    house; a colonial with five bedrooms and five and a half baths. I had the
    biggest after the master suite; 12 by 12 with a small walk-in closet and
    private bath. Now the room was 12 by 20.
    Mom had removed the wall, merged the
    two carpets and changed the color, fixed the walls and ceiling, and painted the
    room. Gone were my boyish decorations, replaced by accents more suitable for a
    young couple, which, of course, we were. The walls were a light creamy color,
    the carpet a light mauve. In the middle of the long wall was a queen sized bed
    flanked by a dresser for MP and an armoire for me. On the opposite wall between
    windows that had been moved apart since I was last there were identical desks,
    each with its own computer and monitor networked to a color laser printer and a
    large flat screen TV. Most important was the second closet because I knew MP
    had a ton of clothes. Also, my bathroom had a stall shower; the other had a tub
    which I was sure we d use together sometime in the future.

    The next day, after her father had gone to work; MP and I walked to her house
    to pick up whatever clothing we could carry. Her mother came to the door, tears
    in her eyes.

    I m sorry, Mary Patricia, your father took all your clothes

    to Goodwill the day you left. There s nothing here. I m so sorry. I don t know
    what I m going to do without you here. MP hugged her mother, telling her not
    to worry. We d keep in touch with her and, after all, we were only two doors
    away. When she was done, I also hugged and kissed her. That s for raising the
    finest person I ve ever known; the most loving, caring, most unselfish person in
    the world. I promise I will love her forever.

    When we arrived home, MP told my mother, It s not a big deal. I can get
    underwear and almost everything else I need at Wal-Mart.
    Scowling, Mom replied, No daughter of mine is going to buy her underwear or anything
    else at Wal-Mart! Wait here, Jeremy. She left, walking up the stairs in a
    hurry. She returned a moment later handing me more than $3,000. You don t have
    a credit card so take the cash. Take MP to Victoria s Secret first, then to
    some of the other boutiques in town. If you run out of money I ll get you more.
    MP, buy what you want, don t skimp on account of the cost. She shooed us out
    the door.

    I absolutely hate shopping and sitting in Victoria s Secret among all the bras
    and panties was embarrassing, but MP made it all worthwhile when she told me
    she d give me a special show when we got home. All told we spent five agonizing
    hours buying her new clothes and shoes. Why girls need so many shoes was a
    mystery to me. We put all of it into her closet except for one box which she
    refused to show me. Later, she said kissing me gently on the cheek.

    After dinner we retired to our room. I was still pretty well wiped out from my
    ordeal of the past few weeks. I may be a wizard, but I m also human; I need sleep
    like anyone else. I led MP to the bathroom, planning on showering together, but
    she shook her head no. Not tonight, I have something special for you and I
    want it to be a surprise. She kissed me; just a little peck; and left. I
    showered and climbed into bed naked, turning the lights out. A few minutes
    later MP emerged from the other bath. She was wearing the sheerest baby doll
    lingerie I d ever seen. It was a burnt-orange color that exactly matched her
    flaming angelic blonde hair. With the light behind her I could see the
    silhouette of her perfect body; her slender legs, her curvy hips, the swell of
    her breasts, and the alluring spread between her legs. It was an incredibly
    erotic sight. If this was her surprise it was sensational. I forgot immediately
    how tired I was. I became erect in a millisecond. I started drooling in
    anticipation of making love with this delightful creature.

    You like? MP whispered, climbing onto the bed next to me.

    I could barely respond, but somehow I managed to groan, Oh, yes, I love it;
    and I love you.

    MP pushed me down. You re going to love this even more, as she took me into
    her hot mouth. Mmm, I love how you taste. You lie back and let me do all the
    work. She went back to work on my cock and, if she wasn t careful, I was going
    to cum in about twenty seconds. MP must have sensed my excitement because she
    pulled back after licking all around my helmet. She kissed and licked my ball
    sack then moved up to lay one hell of a kiss on my lips. I hope you like this
    because we re going to do it several times every day. I told you I was going to
    wear you out.

    Yeah? Well, maybe I ll wear you out, so there! I declared in a weak tone
    which revealed my own tepid uncertainty.

    Ha! That ll never happen. I ll never tire of you. Now that I have you back,
    I m never letting you go. I m going to show you how much I love you every
    single day. She kissed me again, her tongue teasing mine, and sucking my lip
    between her teeth.

    Again, she gave me a peck on the cheek and lowered herself

    down my body. Kneeling next to me she licked all around my granite cock before
    rising up to straddle me. I thought she was lowering her pussy to me but; no!
    Was I surprised when I felt the tightness of her ass.

    That s why we didn t shower together, Jeremy. I wanted to

    get myself ready for you. We ve only done this a couple of times and I still
    remember how wonderful it was. Now we re going to do it all the time. Pausing
    a second, she continued, We are going to do it all the time, aren t we?

    Oh, yes, MP; we;  certainly;  are, I grunted, reveling in what her
    ass was doing to me.

    The pressure was incredible and when MP began moving up and

    down the sensations spread throughout my body. I was tingling from head to toe.
    MP increased her pace, leaning forward and placing my hands on her breasts. I
    pinched those delicious nipples and rolled them over my fingers.

      Do my clit, Jeremy. I just need a little help. Mary

    pleaded.

     I moved my right hand down between our bodies. Her

    button was hard and hot and her cunt was running like a river. A few gentle
    rubs threw her over the top. She shook over and over for almost a minute in her
    ecstasy. I was ready, too. I rammed deep into her bowel as I lifted her more
    than a foot off the bed. I held her there as I came; jetting into her
    repeatedly until I was too exhausted to even move.

    MP fell on top of me. I caressed her head, running my fingers through her silky
    hair.

    If you do that every day you ll probably kill me in a

    month, I told her. Then you ll be a wealthy widow.

    I guess that means we re getting married. Is that a proposal? She pressed the
    issue.

    Holding her head and looking straight into her eyes, I told her, No, MP; this
    is a proposal; will you marry me?

    Was there ever a question? She beamed.

    I ll take that as a yes. I sealed the contract.

    Just so there s no doubt, she whispered, Yes; yes; yes!

    She rose and I tried to pull her back. She pushed away

    saying, I need to clean you up for the morning. You do want me tomorrow
    morning, don t you?

    All I had to do was smile. She was back in a moment with a

    washcloth and soap. She cleaned me carefully then tested with her tongue. She
    flashed the Okay sign before climbing in with me. When she draped her leg over
    mine, I could feel the wetness of her pussy. It was sublimely comforting as we
    drifted to sleep. I knew we d be stuck together by morning.

    Before falling asleep there was something I had to ask her. MP, are you sure
    you want to move in? Aren t you going to miss your mom and dad?

    Jeremy, you know how much I love my mother. She s the best, but my dad treats
    me like I m eight instead of eighteen. You should have seen the fit he threw
    when I was over here after Mandy died. I won t miss that one bit.

    Okay, I replied, I just wanted to be sure. I wouldn t want to come between
    you and your family.

    Don t worry about that; you are my family now. She hugged me, laid her head
    on my chest, and fell asleep. I followed soon after.

    Chapter 16.

    I woke in the early morning; my clock said 4:30. MP was tracing circles on my
    chest. Jeremy, she said in the faintest whisper, are you awake?

    Yes, MP, I guess I m not used to sleeping like this, but I m looking forward
    to getting used to it. What s the matter? Why are you awake?

    I was just thinking; Jeremy; why did you make my boobs grow?

    Patiently, I explained, Mostly because I hated the way those girls were
    teasing you. You were my best friend other than Ted and Josh. I loved you even
    then.

    Well, I m glad you made them grow. If you hadn t, you wouldn t have come over
    to my house to feel and suck them, and I wouldn t have jerked you off, or given
    you a blowjob; and then you wouldn t have made me cum, and we wouldn t have
    fucked or become a couple. So, I guess making them grow was a good decision.

    Huh? MP, how long have you been thinking about this?

    A long time, Jeremy; a very long time. She stopped tracing circles and moved
    her hand down to my cock. I was already hard. Oh, Jeremy, she cooed, I think
    you re ready for me again.

    I grabbed her suddenly and rolled her over. She was pinned beneath me, my legs
    between hers. You think I m ready for you? I know I am! I kissed her hard as
    I pinched her nipple. She groaned into my mouth. She reached between us to rub
    my cock into her opening. She was already wet and oozing pussy juice. She
    pulled me into her as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I pushed hard,
    forcing myself against her cervix. Oh, yes, JEREMY, Fuck me! Fuck me harder!
    We moved into each other faster and harder. We were working hard for each
    other; sweat pooled between MP s tits. Our moans and grunts were coming faster
    and faster. Oh, Yes! Yes! Yes! MP was screaming as her orgasm took over her
    body, shaking and shuddering beneath me. I was pumping her madly until, Ugh!
    My cum poured into MP until, at last, I fell in a heap onto her. I moved her
    leg, rolled over, kissed her, and held her tight as we, once again, fell
    asleep.

    We woke around eight, showered together, and walked into the kitchen in our
    robes. Mom was there, bags under her eyes. Don t you two ever sleep? she
    asked.

    Sorry, Mom, I replied. I guess we got a little carried away.

    Oh, don t apologize, Jeremy. When your father heard you he got so hot he gave
    me the best fucking I ve had in months. MP and I laughed.

    Mom, I asked MP to marry me. She said yes. That s why we were celebrating.

    I assumed that was a fait accompli. But it nice to know it s
    official. What will your parents say, MP?

    My mom will be thrilled. I don t care what my dad thinks. We ate breakfast as
    Mom and MP talked about their plans for the future. They got along much better
    than I could have dreamed. Mom taught MP some of the simpler spells, mostly
    things to do with housework, cooking, and the like. She also taught her some
    defense spells; just in case. They made great companions for each other, too.

    We were home about a week when MP told me there was something we had to do. I
    took her to a florist where she bought a dozen white roses and a heavy ceramic
    vase. Then we went to the one place I dreaded; the cemetery. MP placed the
    flowers on Mandy s grave. I couldn t help myself; I started crying again. When
    MP took my hand I noticed she was crying as hard as I was. We went to visit
    Mandy every week and we cried every time. When her headstone was laid we
    planted flowers and marveled at how they bloomed even in the cold of winter.

    We decided to marry as soon as we could for two reasons. The first was to allow
    MP to share in my magical powers. As my wife she could tap into my abilities to
    supplement hers. The second was because her father was acting like an ass.
    First, he tried to snatch MP as we were coming out of the supermarket. You
    already know how far that got. I was just about to freeze him when MP held her
    hand up telling me to stop. I could see her reciting a spell she got from Mom.
    She held her thumb and forefinger apart and slowly moved them together. Don t
    let them touch, MP, unless you want to kill him. This spell was squeezing his
    balls and it wasn t long before he was on the pavement rolling around in agony.

    Daddy, MP began, I don t want anything to do with you anymore. You re the
    one who threw me out, remember? You re the one who threw away all my clothes.
    If you ever try anything like this again I ll really hurt you. This was the
    only time I had ever seen MP angry; she was magnificent! She joined me in the
    car. When we drove away her father was still lying on the pavement.

    About a week later he called the police in the middle of the night accusing me
    of kidnapping MP. It took us an hour to explain to the cops, with MP telling
    them repeatedly that there was no way she was ever going home and that as an
    eighteen year-old, she could live wherever she chose. The next day my dad s
    attorney obtained a restraining order, keeping him at least 100 feet away from
    his daughter.

    In mid-August we visited my grandfather. Mom teleported us and Grandpa would
    send us back. I wouldn t be able to do this until I became a warlock at
    twenty-one. Grandpa greeted us warmly in his home just outside St. Augustine,
    Florida. After hugging me he turned to MP. And you are obviously Mary
    Patricia. I d recognize you anywhere. Seeing our confusion he had us follow
    him into his study. He pulled a thick leather-bound volume from a shelf. It was
    old, the leather cracked in several places. He had a page bookmarked. When he
    opened it he showed us a photo. Other than the clothes I would have sworn it
    was MP s twin. It was her great, great, great grandmother; Mary Patricia
    O Brien. He told us what he knew about her: She lived in a poor village owned
    by an English lord near Galway. He was a hard man who loved the ladies,
    especially young pretty ones like Mary Patricia O Brien; yes, the same name as
    you. He forced her to sleep with him when she was only fourteen by threatening
    her family, so her powers were doomed on her eighteenth birthday. Of course,
    she became pregnant and, unfortunately, died in childbirth. That s why none of
    her descendants knew she was a witch.

    Remember, too, that in those days witches were burned so she couldn t do much
    in her defense without exposing herself. It was a bad situation all around.
    Now, Mary Patricia, I know you made a promise to my grandson. Feel free to honor
    your promise while you are here; it s important that you do. And, you ll make
    me feel young again, too.

    That night MP climbed into bed spooning behind me. Jeremy, she whispered
    alluringly as she rubbed her hard nipples up and down my back. Jeremy, she
    continued, I don t want to disappoint Grandpa. I know he wants us to fuck and
    enjoy each other. Besides; I m really horny tonight.

    MP, I said as I rolled over, you re horny every night.

    Yeah, and every morning and every afternoon, too; I can t help myself; I love
    you. She leaned up and planted a big wet kiss on my lips. Her tongue teased my
    lips; her finger teased my nipple. Damn, MP, you know all my buttons, don t
    you?

    Of course, Jeremy, that s my job. Now, are we going to talk all night or make
    love?

    Hmm, I whispered back, tough choice. MP gave me a playful elbow to the ribs
    as I pulled her on top of me. She rubbed her hot slit up and down my sceptre,
    riding me to hardness. She rose up and, looking me in the eyes, pulled me into
    her. I slid into her heavenly cunt slowly, enjoying how her muscles were
    rippling up and down my cock. Damn, MP, how do you come up with all these
    things to do to me?

    Didn t I just tell you? It s my job to take care of you. She began a slow
    rocking motion, bending me within her muscular canal; creating friction that
    would ultimately help us both. I reached up to massage her fantastic firm
    breasts and leaned forward for a long kiss. When we broke it MP was really hot,
    GIVE It To Me Jeremy! You Know I Love It Rough. Ram It Into Me! I responded
    by forcing my big cock deep into her, bottoming out on every thrust. I knew I
    was getting close so I found her clit, teasing it with the edge of my
    fingernail. MP gave a tremendous shudder, shouting at the top of her lungs,
    Oh, Jeremy! She collapsed onto my chest just as I shot river after river of
    hot cum into her womb. I kissed her gently, rubbed her back, and put my arms
    around her. Good night, darling. You are the best thing that s ever happened
    to me. One more kiss and we were ready for sleep.

    We had a great visit with Grandpa and just before we were to leave he asked MP
    to stand before him. He put his hand on her forehead. Mary Patricia, I m
    imbuing you with some of my powers. I have more than I can possibly use and I
    can see you ll use them wisely. My grandson has made an excellent choice.
    Turning to me he continued, You forgot something, didn t you, Jeremy? Mary
    Patricia is four generations removed from her full-witch ancestor so she didn t
    have any powers other than being able to intercept partial telepathic messages.
    But you have been depositing your seed in her several times a day for some time
    and every time you do she is picking up a tiny amount of your power. However,
    that won t last and, if I hadn t given her some of mine, she would not be able
    to share yours when you marry. She would have nothing to build upon. Tsk, tsk,
    Jeremy, you should have known better. I felt stupid, but Grandpa smiled,
    hugged us both and said good-bye. In a twinkling we were back home.

    Chapter 17.

    Life calmed down considerably and after all the tumultuous times we d had the
    peace was welcome. We decided to take the fall semester off after everything that
    had occurred to us. Mom and Dad thought it a smart move, too. We wed the week
    following Christmas shortly after MP and I had turned twenty. MP was raised in
    an Irish Catholic family so a church wedding was important to her. It was a
    small ceremony; Ted and Josh were ushers; Dad walked MP down the aisle. Her
    mother was an honored guest as was Grandpa. Her father wasn t invited and we
    were relieved when he didn t show up. Had he come he was going to have to deal
    with my mother s wrath; not something I d like to describe here. We lived near
    Greenwich, Connecticut so after the ceremony Mom and Dad treated all of us to
    dinner at Manero s, a fabulous and famous steak house originally owned by pro
    golfer Tony Manero who had won the 1936 US Open. In addition to wonderful
    steaks Manero s is reputed to have the best garlic bread ever. They claim that
    the best defense against their garlic bread is to have some yourself. Grandpa
    passed the basket to me. Thanks, Grandpa, but I think I ll pass.

    The entire group laughed wildly when MP said, Um; me, too. That was one of
    the few times I ever saw MP turn red with embarrassment. Everyone there knew we
    had been making love for years so I never did figure out what the big deal was.
    We flew to the Riviera Maya in Mexico for a honeymoon courtesy of Grandpa. A
    warlock buddy of his was the manager of a beautiful oceanfront hotel. He took
    great care of us. We swam and sunned, ate wonderful food, and made beautiful
    love over and over and over. Our wedding night MP came out of the bathroom
    wearing a sexy white teddy. She slinked rather than walked until she was
    halfway across the room. Then she dropped to the floor and slowly crawled. It
    was the sexiest, hottest thing I d ever seen. I jumped from the bed, pulling
    her into my arms and the deepest kiss we had ever experienced. I knew
    absolutely nothing about lingerie so I struggled for several minutes while we
    kissed trying to get her out of it. Eventually, MP began giggling into my
    mouth. Need help, amateur? I groaned at her humor, but nodded. She unzipped
    in a second; now, why couldn t I figure that out?

    We stood together, totally naked. I opened my mouth to speak, but MP put her
    finger to my lips, No talking; fuck me. I lifted her by her thig

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  • The Young Wizard: Part 4
    The Young Wizard: Part 4
    Rescued from the abyss of my sorrow.

    by senorlongo.

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    Mandy woke early the following morning, jumped in the shower

    and back into bed, startling me awake. She climbed on top of me, a huge grin on
    her face. Thank you, Jeremy, you made me a woman and a witch in one step and
    the best part is that now we can do it forever. I smiled back and kissed her.
    She pushed her tongue between my lips despite the reluctance I exhibited
    because of my morning breath. In mid-kiss Mandy reached for my cock. I was
    already hard as she lifted her hips and positioned me at her tunnel.
    Suddenly
    she sat up, impaling herself on my erection. She closed her eyes as she sank
    down. Because of my spell, administered many years ago, my erection was just
    the perfect size for her cunt. Mandy was amazingly tight; the pressure on my
    cock was fantastic. When she moved I could feel the friction running the full
    length of my organ. At the same time I knew that she was being stimulated in
    every part of her steamy cunt. Her nerve endings must have been firing non-stop
    because she was obviously turning on fast. Remembering my first time with MP
    riding me I encouraged Mandy to rock around my cock. I reached up to roll her
    nipples and was rewarded by a series of long low moans. The more pressure I
    applied the more she moaned and the more she rocked on me, squeezing my cock in
    the most marvelous ways. We were getting sweaty; Mandy was dripping all over
    me, not that I minded one bit. I knew I was getting close when my cock began
    tingling and the pressure built up in my balls. I took Mandy s clit between my
    fingers just as I exploded in her and she shook wildly in her rapture. She fell
    onto my chest. The last thing I remembered before falling back to sleep was
    Mandy whispering, I love you, in my ear.

    Chapter 11.


    We slept for another two hours and when I woke Mandy was still lying on top of
    me. My cock had slipped from her pussy and she was leaking all over me, but I
    didn t care. I was here alone with a beautiful woman who loved me as much as I
    had grown to love her. She stirred slightly and raised her head. Morning, my
    love; I love you. I m the luckiest man on the planet; no, in the universe. You
    know, you re beautiful in the morning.

    No, I m not, Jeremy. My hair s a mess and if I don t get up soon I m going to
    pee all over you.

    I smiled as I said, promises, promises! Mandy laughed and pushed herself up
    en route to the bathroom. She returned a few minutes later, climbing next to
    me. I rolled her onto her side and we spooned for several minutes as I warmed
    her body with mine. I raised her leg and entered her from behind. I moved
    slowly as I fondled her breasts, teasing her areolas and nipples, and nuzzled
    her tender neck. Mandy was moaning nonstop when she turned her head to kiss me.
    She pushed her tongue into my throat as our passion grew. My humping grew
    faster and harder; in response Mandy reached down to cup my balls. Her rubbing
    brought me along much faster than I wanted, but I wasn t going to discourage
    her; it felt great! As she rubbed my balls I reached around her to rub her
    clit. I found it hot and hard, covered in her secretions. I rubbed and tickled
    her nipple until she started to move, driving my cock deeper and deeper into
    her cunt.

    Fuck me, Jeremy! Fuck me harder! Drive your cock into me! Mandy was
    screaming, demanding in her lust. I was thrusting so hard I was afraid I was
    going to push her off the bed, but nature intervened and we both came; Mandy
    flooding me as she squirted for the first time while I was literally pouring
    hot sticky semen into her. Finally, we stopped. We were wringing wet, sweat
    pouring from us as we struggled to regain our breath. I looked down at the
    bedding; it was a good thing we were people of magic or my uncle was going to
    expect a new bed. This one was ruined.

    I struggled to rise, pulling Mandy with me. We trudged to the shower and stood
    together under the hot rejuvenating water. Damn, I said, I have to pee.

    So, go ahead. You can get it on me. I won t melt. Hell, I might even like it.
    Here, let me hold it for you. So Mandy, my once demure virgin turned into a
    wanton woman, held my cock while I urinated. She deliberately directed the
    stream to her abdomen. I like the warmth it gives me. Maybe we ll do this
    again. Finally my stream ebbed and we could wash each other. It was a long
    slow and loving process as we explored each other s bodies. When the water
    turned cold we exited, dried each other off, and donned the robes.

    I led her to the kitchen where I made coffee, bacon and eggs. As we ate I could
    see she was thinking. A penny for your thoughts, I commented.

    Oh, I m just thinking how happy you ve made me and how I don t want this
    weekend to end. We don t have to go home today, do we?

    Not if you don t want to, I replied, but we d better let our parents know
    we re staying. We both sent telepathic messages to our folks letting them know
    we were Okay, that the ritual couldn t have gone better and that we were
    staying for another day. I was surprised; no, astonished; when I got a message
    from MP telling me that she was thrilled for me. When I told Mandy she just
    showed me her beautiful grin and led me back to the bedroom. Hmm, I don t know
    if even magic can fix this mess. The sheets were stained with a combination of
    our secretions. When I lifted the sheet I could see the mattress was soaked,
    too. Uncle Phil was going to be pissed if we couldn t fix this. Mandy pushed me
    aside and uttered a spell. The sheets rose from the bed, were cleaned and pressed,
    the stains disappeared and the bed was remade. I looked at Mandy and she was
    blowing on the ends of her fingers, like an old-time gunfighter blowing the
    ends of two revolvers.

    Come on, partner, seems a shame to waste such a nice bed, doesn t it? Let s
    get in and get cozy. We climbed under the covers and snuggled together. I
    pulled her robe off and shucked mine from my shoulders so we could lie
    skin-to-skin. Mandy s skin was perfection; soft, smooth, and with no marks or
    blemishes of any kind. Her temperature must have been higher than mine because
    she always felt hot. I asked her about it one time and she told me I felt the
    same way. Magic? Maybe it was, but if so, it was the magic of our love for each
    other that made it happen.

    That weekend we made love over and over until I couldn t get it up any longer,
    and then Mandy took care of me in her mouth until I was once again hard enough
    to penetrate her. We kept odd hours, fucking and napping throughout the day and
    night. I don t recall eating anything other than that breakfast. Too soon we
    had to leave. We strolled outside, enjoying the cool clear weather. We sat on
    the tree stump, recalling our first time together. Reluctantly, we finally
    turned and left. We drove home in silence, but holding hands the entire way.

    When I took her home her mother hugged me and her dad shook my hand with a
    smile, welcoming me to their family. Mandy opened her suitcase, showing her
    parents the gown she had worn and the virginal blood staining it. They nodded
    in great satisfaction. Since they knew about our relationship we were free to
    have sex at any time either in her room or mine. It seemed they welcomed
    Mandy s orgasmic vocalizations, which was good because Mandy was a screamer.


    Chapter 12.

    The school year was almost over; exams were completed in mid-June when Mandy
    and I decided to drive to a neighboring town to see a first-run movie. I parked
    the car, locked it, and we walked toward the theater hand-in hand. I bought the
    tickets and opened the door for Mandy. Oh, damn, Jeremy, I forgot something in
    the car.

    Okay, I replied, I ll go back and get it for you.

    No, that s Okay, I can get it. Just give me the keys. Mandy walked back to
    the car as I turned to check out some posters for coming attractions. When I
    heard the screeching tires I knew there was trouble. I ran as fast as I could
    toward my car. I saw Mandy lying under the tires of a big pick-up. The driver,
    in an effort to reverse the damage backed up right over her chest crushing her
    ribcage. Using my magic I lifted the truck and pulled Mandy free. She was
    coughing blood as I took her into my arms. Mentally, I called 911 requesting an
    ambulance.

    Hold on, Mandy. Help is on the way. I stroked her beautiful red hair and her
    cheek. Her breathing was extremely labored. Her blood was drenching my shorts
    as I prayed for her. Slowly Mandy opened her eyes. I looked into her face as
    she mouthed the words, I; love; . She died in my arms. I screamed a long
    time, uncontrollable agony expressed in my voice. Why, God? What did she ever
    do to deserve this? My tears flowed like rain. The E em tees had to pull me
    away from her. They sedated me and insisted that I accompany them to the
    hospital. I wanted to ride with Mandy, but; no; that wasn t to be. The cops
    arrested the truck driver. He was drunk.

    My parents met me at the hospital. The doctors there wanted me to stay
    overnight but I refused. All the time; hours; I wept uncontrollably. When I got
    home MP was there and she was crying, too. She put her arm around me and helped
    me to my room. MP undressed me and led me to the shower where she supported and
    washed me. Then she dried me, helped me into pajamas, and put me to bed. I lay
    there for hours crying and screaming in my grief. Eventually, sleep; merciful
    sleep; came to me. MP stayed with me the entire time, sleeping in my desk chair
    or on the floor. She refused offers from my parents to relieve her.

    Days passed and I was no better. Finally, the time for her wake arrived. Seeing
    her there, lying so peacefully in her coffin was agony for me and her funeral
    was even worse. I threw myself onto her coffin as they lowered it into the
    ground. I wanted to join her; be with her forever just as we had planned. When
    it was over everyone went to her parents house, I guess, to console the
    family, and to relax after the ordeal. I sent them a telepathic message
    explaining that I just wasn t up to all the social interaction. They said they
    understood.

    I was miserable for days. I didn t shave or wash and I couldn t eat. I threw up
    anything I was able to get down. I was a mess. The only thing that saved my
    sanity was MP s presence. Once again, she refused to leave me, sitting
    patiently for hours while I wrestled with the injustice of what had happened.
    Finally, unable to stomach the stench of my body she led me to the shower and
    washed me. I protested but my words fell on deaf ears. She used her limited
    telepathy to insist. In the shower she first washed and then shaved me. For the
    first time in over a week I almost looked and felt human. I dressed and went
    down to the kitchen to eat. My mother was there waiting for me. She said
    nothing but hugged me and kissed my cheek. I knew I was going to survive.

    After eating a light meal I went outside, sitting by the pool to think. I was
    there until well into the evening before coming in. I told my parents I needed
    to get away. With Uncle Phil s permission I was going to the cottage. I assured
    my mother that I wasn t going to do anything stupid. I just needed to be by
    myself for a while. In the morning I packed my car, kissed my mother and hugged
    MP then I drove slowly away.

    I went to the village for some staples. I wasn t there to feast. I just needed
    to survive; coffee, orange juice, milk and cereal, some fruit, and cold cuts
    and bread. That was enough to get me started. I didn t know how long I d be
    there and I could always return for more. I opened the cottage, put my supplies
    away and went to the bedroom. I sat on the bed and the dam burst. I cried like
    I d never cried before, so hard my whole body shook. All my grief was pouring
    out and I couldn t control it. I wept for two days until I fell asleep for
    almost twenty-four hours.


    Chapter 13.

    While all this was transpiring MP went to see my mother. This is her part of
    the story.

    Mrs. M. can I ask you something?

    Of course, MP, come in. Please have a seat.

    Mrs. M. I need to ask you about Jeremy, but he put this spell on me. Can you
    reverse it?

    Sorry, MP, only Jeremy can do that. Why do you ask?

    I need to ask you about us; our relationship; but I don t know how to do it.

    Hmm, his mother responded, can you reword your questions to be general;
    generic; rather than dealing directly with Jeremy?

    I thought for quite a while before speaking. Mrs. M, I have this friend who is
    in love with a wizard. I don t mean the usual kid love. I mean real enduring
    love, the kind that will last forever. My friend wants to be with this wizard
    but she did something really, really stupid and drove him away. He says that he
    can only be with a girl who is a witch. So, what my friend wants to know is
    this; do you have to be born a witch or can anyone become one, you know, by
    studying about it?

    Wow, MP, that s a handful. I don t know the answer but I know someone who
    does; Jeremy s grandfather. Mrs. M went on to explain; He is warlock
    royalty. There s almost nothing he doesn t know when it comes to witches and
    warlocks. I can contact him telepathically even though he is more than a
    thousand miles away.

     Mrs. M. went silent for a

    long while. I could see that she was discussing something. She paced the living
    room; back and forth; for almost an hour before speaking again. MP, do you
    really receive telepathic messages that we send or are you just guessing?

    I really do receive them, Mrs. M. In fact, I ve had that experience since I
    was a little girl. I never mentioned it because I was afraid everyone would
    think I was crazy. Mrs. M. continued her conversation. She was sending and
    receiving so fast I could barely keep up with what was being said.

    Finally, she spoke again, MP, I want you to go home and put together a family
    tree. The farther back you can go the better. Ask your parents to help. I m
    sure they know a lot about your family history. Go back at least to your
    great-grandparents if you can. When you have it, come back right away.

    I had no idea what was going on but I figured it must be important. I ran home,
    grabbed a pen and some paper and cornered my father. I told him it was for a
    special school project I was assigned over the summer. He gave me everything he
    could from his side of the family. Then I went to see my mother. She had
    actually done some genealogical work with others. She showed me what she had. I
    copied it and ran back to Jeremy s house. I handed Jeremy s mother the sheet.
    She began pacing again. This time it went on for almost two hours. When she
    stopped she faced me and a smile came to her face.

    I know now why you can receive the telepathy, MP. Your great, great, great
    grandmother on your mother s side; she paused before continuing, was a
    witch! That s what took so long. Jeremy s grandfather had to go through volumes
    and volumes of records. So here s the answer to your question. You qualify;
    barely; as a witch. No amount of training will make you a full-fledged witch,
    but so far as being with Jeremy, his grandfather says it is Okay!

    Can I go to him? I know he needs me.

    Yes, MP, I can send you. We don t use brooms anymore, you know. Now we use
    teleportation. It s faster and much safer. Do you want to pack a bag before I
    send you?

    Mrs. M, somehow I don t think I m going to need much in the way of clothes. I
    just need to tell my parents I m going. I ll be back in a few minutes.

    Chapter 14.

    Back at the mountain cottage I never fell into any kind of routine. I d get up
    in the morning and have a small bite to eat then I d cry for an hour or so,
    stop for a while then cry some more. I was in the deepest despair I d ever
    known. One afternoon I was sitting on the stump asking God why I was destined
    to be alone. What had I done to deserve this? I d lost MP and then Mandy. I was
    going to be alone forever.

    No, you re not, Jeremy. You re never going to be alone again. I m going to be
    with you always.

    I looked around. I knew I hadn t heard anything so was it telepathy? Suddenly,
    out of the blue, I felt a hand on my shoulder. No, Jeremy, you re never going
    to be alone again. MP leaned over to kiss my cheek. And, don t tell me to go
    away because I m moving in.

    Huh?

    It s a long story, Jeremy, but the bottom line is that we can be together. It
    turns out one of my ancestors was a witch. Your grandfather says we can be
    together. Remind me to give him a huge kiss when I finally meet him.

    But, MP, you re moving in? Where?

    To your; oops; I mean our room. When I told my father I was coming here to be
    with you and why; he called me a slut and threw me out of the house. That s
    Okay with me. I d much rather be your slut than his little girl. Your mother
    immediately invited me to live with you. I think she s going to make the room
    bigger and get a bigger bed, although I doubt we really need one. I m going to
    be closer to you than your own skin.

    I have to sit down, MP. This is all a bit much for me to handle. Did Mom send
    you; teleportation?

    Yes, Jeremy, she wants us to be together. I want us to be together, and I know
    it s what you want, too. I m really sorry about Mandy and I ll never forget
    her, but;

    Just then I received a telepathic message. Jeremy, Mandy s mom and I know
    about MP. We want you to know that Mandy thought the world of her and she would
    have wanted you to move on. Mandy was all about living and happiness. She d
    want you to live and be happy, too. Don t waste this opportunity with MP.

    And Mandy s mother has a letter we found in Mandy s room.

    She wrote it the day she died. It s addressed to you.

    When I turned to MP she was holding the letter. I recognized Mandy s
    handwriting. My hand was shaking when I opened the envelope.

    Dearest

    Jeremy,

    The past six months since I met you have been the best and happiest of my life.
    I would love to spend the rest of eternity with you, but I have had a dark
    foreboding that something terrible is going to happen to me. I have tried to
    hide it from you but I cannot hide it from myself. If I am wrong, you will
    never see this letter and we will live a long and happy life together. If I am
    right I don t want you to mourn for me. Remember me and the wonderful times we
    had together. Life is for living and I want you to live it to the fullest.

    I know that MP loves you as much as I do, and that you love her, too. That s
    why I insisted that she ride with us to and from school. If there is any way
    for the two of you to get together and stay together you should do it. I know
    you have all her love just as you have had all of mine.

    It was signed Mandy, surrounded by lots

    of little hearts.

    When I looked up MP was crying as much as I was. She extended her hand; this
    time I took it. She led me back to the cottage. She took me to the bathroom
    where she stripped away her clothes before turning to remove mine. I stood
    there like a zombie, not knowing what to do but unable to resist. Your mother
    told me what I should do. Apparently, there s some kind of ritual for this,
    too. She led me to the shower and washed me as she had done many times before.
    She turned off the water and dried me then led me to the bedroom. She placed me
    carefully on the bed. Look at me, Jeremy. I want you to look into my eyes. I
    know I hurt you. It was a terribly stupid way for me to behave. I promise you
    that I will be with you forever and that I will love you every day as much as I
    love you now and I will never hurt you again. This time I knew she was telling
    me the truth.

    I just couldn t respond. I was dead inside until I heard a voice: Jeremy, what
    are you doing? You know you love her as much as you loved me. If you let her
    get away from you now I ll never forgive you. It was Mandy reaching back to me
    from beyond. I opened my arms, welcoming MP into them. She placed her lips on
    mine; they were as soft and inviting as our first kiss years

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  • The Young Wizard: Part 3
    The Young Wizard: Part 3
    Paradise Regained.

    by senorlongo.

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    Chapter 7.

    MP and I had a long discussion one day about fucking and making love. I
    explained to her that animals can fuck but they can t make love. Who do you
    think about when we re having sex?

    You, Jeremy, she answered.

    Right, and I m always thinking about you. That s why we make love instead of
    just fucking, understand? MP just responded by kissing me, even though her
    father was only thirty feet away.

    Earlier in the year construction had begun on a house at the end of the street.
    It was ready for occupancy by the last week in August. One day we saw a moving
    van as the family moved in. Besides the parents there was a little girl I
    guessed to be about ten and her older brother who looked to be our age. He
    identified himself as Ronny Young. He told us how he had been Homecoming King,
    an A student, and a star halfback in his previous school and he was looking
    forward to starring for the Tigers, our high school team. He went on and on about
    himself and I could tell it was nothing but lies. However, all the girls,
    including MP were really impressed. Ronny was also bigger than me; taller,
    heavier and more muscular; and probably more handsome, at least a lot of the
    girls thought so. Ronny also had a car, a recent model Mustang convertible that
    his father let him drive even though he wasn t old enough to have what was
    known in our state as a senior license.

    What bothered me was that Ronny was the type of guy who only wanted what
    belonged to someone else. In my case it was MP and he really put the moves on
    her; compliments, little gifts, rides in the car.  

    He was showing her a great time. I could see only trouble ahead but I knew if I
    said anything to MP she would accuse me of sour grapes or jealousy. I spoke to
    my mom about it and she agreed that there was nothing I could do but let nature
    take its course. I knew this son-of-a bitch was going to hurt MP and when he
    did I was going to take care of him; good.

    In mid-September of our senior year I was walking home from school with MP when
    I asked her if her parents were going out over the weekend. She turned to me,
    Yes, but I ve been invited to Ronny s. When she saw the look of concern in my
    face she continued, Don t worry, we re just going to watch a movie. Nothing s
    going to happen. I promise I won t even kiss him, and I m definitely not going
    to fuck him. She leaned in for a kiss but I had already turned away toward my
    house. I didn t see MP at all over the weekend and, on Monday she was waiting
    for me at my door.

    I asked her how things went with Ronny. Just like I told you. He was a perfect
    gentleman; no kissing and definitely no fucking. She held her hand out to me.
    I put mine in my pockets. She had forgotten what I had told her. I knew she was
    lying. I turned and walked to school, tears in my eyes.

    Chapter 8.


    Of course, Ronny moved right in, taking my place just as he had planned all
    along. MP now rode to and from school with him instead of walking with Ted,
    Josh, and me, although she didn t seem so happy. It was the blackest time of my
    life. I sat alone in the cafeteria and when other people joined me I was still
    alone. When I got home I d cry for an hour, partly because it was over between
    MP and me, but also because I knew she was going to be hurt by this asshole.

    As it turned out I didn t have to wait long. Instead of telling her he was
    dumping her she walked to his car one afternoon at the close of school finding
    her place in the front seat occupied by some bimbo blonde. Worse, Ronny laughed
    at her, calling her pathetic and loser as he drove away. MP cried all the
    way home.
    I was home deep in despair when the phone rang. My mom answered it and called
    me to the living room. Jeremy, you need to go over and see MP. That Ronny just
    dumped her and she needs some support.

    But, Mom, she broke my heart. I can t! I just can t!

    Jeremy, she made a mistake and, yes, it did hurt you, but she has been your
    friend for years and right now she needs you. Just as important, you need to do
    this for yourself. Go. There s no real purpose in arguing with my mother. I
    dragged myself to MP s house. I hadn t been there for more than a month so I
    knocked on the door instead of just walking in as I had done before. Mrs.
    O Brien answered the door. Thank you for coming, Jeremy. I tried to warn her
    about this boy, but she just wouldn t listen. She s in her room. I nodded and
    walked hesitantly to see her.

    I opened the door to find MP lying on the bed face down, crying her eyes out. I
    sat on the bed putting my hand on her shoulder. I didn t say a word. MP looked
    up and cried even harder. I pulled her up, put my arms around her and pushed
    her head down to my chest. She tried to speak between sobs. Oh; Jeremy; I
    should; have listened; to...my; mother. I m so sorry. I know I hurt you. I m
    so; sorry.

    You forgot something I told you when you learned I was a wizard, MP. I told
    you I could always tell when someone was lying. Ronny said he was an A
    student; lie; homecoming king; lie; star athlete; lie. The only things he said
    that weren t lies were when he said you were beautiful. That was the truth. I
    paused to give MP my hankie so she could blow her nose. I continued when she
    had finished. I knew you were lying when you told me that nothing had happened
    between you and Ronny. Have you looked at your locket lately? Open it now.

    She looked at me questioningly but pulled it over her head. When she opened it
    the heart was in a million pieces. That s what you did to my heart. What
    you re going through isn t even one-tenth what I ve had to endure. Now MP
    really started to cry. I closed the locket and put it back over her head.

    Oh, Jeremy, can you ever forgive me? She fell to her knees, clasping her
    hands as if in prayer. Please, Jeremy, can t we just go back to the way things
    were?

    Tell me what happened that night, MP. I need to know what happened. I ll
    explain why later.

    She started slowly. I knocked on the door. He opened it and showed me to his
    room. There was nobody else at home; that made me nervous. He began with a lot
    of compliments about how pretty and sexy I was. Stupid me, I believed him. When
    he tried to kiss me I thought, 'What s the big deal, it s only one kiss'. Well,
    one led to another and then I couldn t stop him. He pulled my blouse off and
    mauled my tits. You know I like it rough, but this was too much. He pushed
    himself between my legs and fucked me. It was over in about thirty seconds and
    he didn t do anything for me. I felt dirty but I wanted to believe that I was a
    girl he really wanted. He did it again before I left. I m sorry I lied to you,
    Jeremy. I was afraid to tell you the truth. Then he started again with his
    compliments and everything and he was so sweet in front of the other kids that
    I thought maybe I was wrong. But I wasn t. He embarrassed me in front of a
    whole group of kids. I was mortified. What am I going to do?

    You re going on with life just as I have for the last month. The difference is
    that I lost someone I truly loved; you only lost some of your dignity.

    Jeremy, can t we go back to the way we were; boyfriend and girlfriend?

    I don t know, MP, I ll always be your friend, but I don t know if I can be
    your boyfriend again. I got up and left. When I got home Mom knew it hadn t
    gone well. She didn t have to be a witch to read the expression on my face.

    What are you going to do, Jeremy?

    I don t know yet, Mom, but I can tell you this; he s going to suffer for what
    he s done to MP and me. The only difference is that he s going to suffer more;
    much, much more.

    Jeremy!

    Don t Mom. This is something he deserves. He s a predator who takes advantage
    of innocent people to feed his ego. When I finish with him he ll be lucky to
    have any ego left. I turned and climbed the stairs to my room.


    Chapter 9.

    I sat at my desk and made a list. All the things that fed his ego were going to
    be destroyed. I just wanted to be sure I didn t hurt anyone else in the process
    of destroying him. Oh, I could have electrocuted or burned him alive or even
    boiled him in oil, but I wanted him to suffer the humiliation MP and I had
    experienced at his hand. I would start early tomorrow morning.

    We always have a police officer in front of our school to help kids and parents
    cross the road. He parks his car just before the crossing zone. I got up a half
    hour early so I could get there before Ronny drove up. When I saw him a quick
    spell gave me control of the car. I sped up, exceeding the speed limit by
    almost forty miles per hour and turned the car forcing a collision with the
    parked police car. The cop was really pissed and when he smelled Ronny s breath
    Ronny would be in real trouble; driving without a license, DUI, damage to a
    city vehicle, and a kilo of pot in the glove compartment. All in all, a good
    start to a wonderful day.

    The next day, after being bailed out of jail, Ronny was walking to school like
    the rest of us. He tried to hold MP s hand, but she refused, preferring to stay
    by me. She didn t try to hold hands but she was next to me and that was a big
    improvement. As we walked I invoked my second spell. By the time we reached the
    school his face and hands were covered in bloody pus-filled boils; so much for
    his good looks. No medical treatment was going to cure this ailment!

    The following day while walking to school I had yet another idea. I whispered
    another simple spell. By the time we got to school his hair was falling out in
    clumps. He looked like a patchwork quilt. Then I had another idea. From then on
    every other word out of his mouth was going to be Fuck. I knew he was studying
    for an oral report he was due to give in English class today so this was going
    to be extremely interesting.

    He stood before the class, boils, hair clumps, and all ready for his speech. I
    fuck read fuck the fuck book fuck The fuck Old fuck Man fuck and fuck the fuck
    Sea. The principal was called; Ronny was suspended; so far, so good. At lunch
    MP came to sit with me, something she had not done since we had split.

    Jeremy, I know you re doing all this stuff to Ronny and I don t blame you, but
    I hope he doesn t find out. He s awfully strong and he can be really mean.

    Actually, that gave me another idea. MP, I want you to tell him I m behind all
    his troubles. Tell him you don t know how but you know I m behind it.

    But, Jeremy, he ll try to hurt you. I know he s furious about everything
    that s happened. He ll kill you.

    Oh, he ll try, MP, but he won t hurt me. You know that. That will be almost
    the final humiliation; getting beaten by a nerd like me. Then I ll be ready for
    the final part of my plan. Don t say no MP. You know I can make you if I want
    to. Just do it. You can call him after school. MP wasn t too happy, but she
    did it. Then she called me to let me know Ronny was going to kill me. Well, we
    all know he is going to try, don t we?

    I got up extra early so he d find me at school where there d be plenty of
    witnesses, including the cop at the crosswalk when he assaulted me and still
    got his ass kicked. Sure enough, about five minutes before the bell was to ring
    he drove up in his badly dented Mustang. Screaming at the top of his lungs he
    challenged me. I turned around and waved him on. He came with a tire iron. Even
    better, I thought; assault with a deadly weapon. I put a spell on the cop
    forcing him to wait until I summoned him. Now I was ready.

    Ronny charged up the small hill with blood in his eyes. He reared back and
    swung, missing me by inches. He swung again and missed again. Over and over, in
    front of more than a hundred students and teachers, not to mention the cop, he
    swung at my head just missing every time. As he tired I figured it was time for
    me to go on the offensive. The next time he approached me I tripped him causing
    him to fall forward in a heap. I laughed and most of the onlookers joined me.
    Here, I said, let me help you up. He growled as the audience howled with
    laughter. He swung up, hoping to catch me in the groin, but I was too fast for
    him again. When his arm had passed me I swung out and caught him in his right
    eye with my fist. Not only are you a shitty liar, I shouted, you re an even
    shittier fighter. Again everyone howled.

    Now Ronny was totally enraged. With his eye closing from the growing bruise he
    had trouble seeing me. Gee, Ronny, from what I hear that bruise is a lot
    bigger than your cock. MP told me she could barely tell you were even fucking
    her and anyone who could cum as fast as you did with her should certainly be
    able to catch a slowpoke like me. I reached out and rapped the other eye,
    closing it quickly. It looked like he might throw the tire iron so I easily
    took it away from him. I wanted to hurt Ronny not some innocent bystander. I
    thought this had gone on long enough so I decked him, first with an uppercut to
    the gut and finally with a right cross to the jaw.

    I summoned the cop. I saw the whole thing. You had the right to defend
    yourself. He came after you with a deadly weapon, not to mention driving
    without a license. I just arrested this jerk earlier in the week. He cuffed
    Ronny, took the iron as evidence and drove him away to the station. Only one
    more step and I d be finished.

    MP rushed up to me afterward, the concern etched on her face. She saw our
    principal approaching behind me. I was about to be suspended for fighting. The
    fact that I was obviously defending myself from an unprovoked attack meant
    nothing. The school had a zero tolerance policy and I was going. MP called her
    mother and told her she was sick and she would be coming home with me. My
    mother and I used our telepathy to communicate on the way home. MP laughed,
    I m getting better at this. I m picking up almost every other word. Maybe I
    have a future as a witch. We went home and MP joined me in my room. We didn t
    have sex; we didn t even kiss but we did talk; a lot.

    I returned to school the following Monday, knowing that Ronny was due to get
    bail and that he d be back to get me. This time he d find me at the mall, but
    he d attack MP, not me. He wouldn t hurt her, I d see to that but he was going
    to be put away for a long time. I escorted MP to the mall right after school. We
    took the public bus; I saw Ronny s car out the back window. We had just entered
    the mall when Ronny ran in behind her. He pulled her blouse from her body and
    ripped her bra, bruising her breasts. Ronnie grabbed them, screaming that she
    was the cause of all his problems. Somehow (magically?) his erect cock became
    exposed and his movements made it appear that he was trying to rape MP. I ran
    up behind him, getting him in a headlock. Now, normally that wouldn t have done
    much good but a spell dropped him unconscious on the floor just as Security and
    the City Police arrived. There d be no bail for this, his third offense in less
    than a week, one that included assault, attempted rape, and public lewdness in
    addition to the charges he d built up last week. Even better, he d be branded a
    sex offender for the rest of his lying scumbag life.

    Chapter 10.

    MP and I were taken to the police station where we gave our statements and
    pressed charges. The detective told us he had never seen a case like this in
    his eighteen years on the force. He assured me that, under the circumstances,
    he d be amazed if there was any bail, especially inasmuch as his attack on MP
    violated his existing bail. We even accepted an offer of a ride home in his
    police car.

    I walked MP to her door but I couldn t bring myself to kiss her. Instead, I
    told her what my mother had said to me when we first got involved, MP, I love
    you something awful, but I don t know if we should get involved again. You see,
    I will only be able to marry a witch, assuming, of course, that I ever meet
    one. If we get back together now; I don t know if I ll be able to end it later.
    My heart was broken before, but now I feel it s being crushed. MP began crying
    but she reached up to kiss my cheek before running into her house.

    I was home maybe a half hour enjoying a snack when the doorbell rang. When I
    answered it I recognized the asshole s little sister, Alicia. Um; I don t
    think it s such a great idea for you to be here. Things aren t very good
    between our families just now.

    Oh, don t worry about that. I m not mad at you, I m glad. Somebody finally
    taught my asshole brother a lesson. Know why we moved here? Because Ronny, my
    father s shining light, did a lot of the same crap where we used to live. Ronny
    has always been my father s favorite. He couldn t do anything wrong. He always
    got the best of everything; I always got the leftovers. Now maybe I ll get some
    attention, although I doubt it. Oh, by the way, we re moving again. Dad hates
    to be embarrassed.

    I do hope things work out for you. She turned and walked away, a frown on her
    face. I uttered a spell that would make things better for her. Her dad would
    notice what a wonderful daughter he had and she d have no trouble finding
    someone to love when she got older.

    About a month later in early November I read in the morning newspaper that
    Ronny s lawyer had reached a plea agreement with the district attorney. Most of
    the charges would be dropped in return for pleading guilty to the attempted
    rape. At most, he d get ten years which would mean he could be out in five
    including time already served. A week later I read another story: in a rare
    move the trial judge, after reading through the case file, denied the plea
    agreement and ordered Ronny to stand trial on the full array of charges which
    could, if found guilty, result in between sixty and seventy-five years. I
    didn t have anything to do with that. Honest!

    Christmas came and went and in early January we returned to school. I was
    sitting in homeroom while the teacher droned on about some new student. When I
    looked up I could feel a shock run through my body. The young woman turned
    around, our eyes locking on each other. She was incredibly beautiful with wavy
    red hair that came to her shoulders and emerald green eyes, high prominent
    cheekbones, and a body to die for. Nobody could blame me for staring. All the
    other guys were, too. The shock I was experiencing was something I d only been
    told about; a mind meld, something that occasionally happened when people of
    magic met for the first time. The telepathic messages were passing between us
    at light speed. MP must have picked up some of them because she turned and
    looked at me obviously confused. This continued until she broke the bond
    telling the teacher she could find a seat. She walked down the aisle to sit
    next to me. Hi, Jeremy, she sent me telepathically.
     
    Hi, Amanda, I replied. This time when MP turned around she had a big smile on
    her face; I had found a witch. I looked at her schedule and found that it paralleled
    mine with few exceptions. Speaking aloud, I told her, Your schedule is almost
    exactly like mine. Would you like me to help you find your way around? I m
    Jeremy.

    Thanks, Jeremy, that would be swell. I m Mandy. And then telepathically,
    great, that will give us plenty of time to talk and get acquainted. We spent
    the day together and she even sat with me at lunch. I wasn t surprised when MP
    joined us. I introduced them, commenting to Mandy that she could speak freely
    in front of MP. We used to be an item and she knows all about me. Mandy
    wrinkled her eyebrows as if to ask why so I continued. We were in her room
    making love when her father interrupted us. I had to freeze him and, of course,
    I had to explain how I was able to do it.

    I assume you took care of her ability to tell; .

    I nodded in reply before continuing, MP s pretty good at telepathy; she ll
    pick up almost half of what we say.

    Jeremy has told me why we can t continue to see each other so I m thrilled he
    has met you. I love him but I want him to be happy, MP interjected.

    Tentatively I asked Mandy, How old are you?

    Getting serious Mandy replied, I m seventeen. I ll be eighteen in April. Will
    you do what is required?

    Looking first at her and then at MP, I replied, Yes, I will. I pledge myself
    to honor the ancient and timeless code. I place

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    The Young Wizard: Part 2
    Paradise Lost.

    by senorlongo.

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    I checked her clock; 9:47; still plenty of time before her parents returned,
    but we were both a mess. I pulled MP up, leading her to the shower as cum
    dripped down the front of her body. I stepped aside to let her into the shower
    first but she pulled me in with her. This was certainly a night of firsts;
    first fucking, first cunny eating, first shower with a beautiful hot
    girlfriend. We washed each other carefully as we kissed and groped each other.
    I turned off the shower and we dried each other slowly; in wonder of what we
    had done. I sent her to dry her hair, telling her I d clean up the bathroom so
    her dad would learn nothing of our wonderful evening. Once she was back in her
    room a quick spell turned everything right; clean and dry, just as it had been
    earlier.

    I walked back to MP s room to dress and she looked shocked. Uh; how d you
    clean up so fast? It s like magic.

    No, not hardly; I ve had lots of practice at home. I m always helping my mom
    so taking care of this was child s play. She accepted my explanation as she
    returned to her hair dryer. As I turned around to pull on my shorts I whispered
    another spell; one that would dry her hair promptly. She commented that she d
    never done it so quickly, but let it drop as we walked into the kitchen.

    MP s mother had made some brownies and left some chips and salsa. I opted for
    the brownies. MP went to the fridge for some sodas and ice while I cut the
    brownies from the tin, placing them neatly on a plate. Hand-in-hand we went
    into the living room. We turned on the TV and watched some stupid movie on HBO.
    MP was in a playful mood, feeding me bits of brownie from her lips. That was an
    offer I d never refuse. Had MP worn a lot of make-up and lipstick I might have
    been concerned. I didn t want her dad to know we d been making out, let alone
    fucking. We talked, kissed, talked and laughed, and kissed some more. The time
    flew by as it often does when you re having a great time. Before we knew it the
    clock read 12:15 and we could see headlights in the driveway. MP snuck a quick
    kiss and we settled back onto the couch. MP took my hand in hers and held it. I
    looked at her questioningly, but she held me even tighter.

    Her mom and dad stepped in through the door a moment later. Everything go all
    right, Mary Patricia? her mom inquired.

    Just perfect, Mom, MP replied with a huge grin on her face, just perfect. I
    rose to go but Mrs. O Brien waved me down with her hand. No reason to rush off
    on our account, Jeremy. Stay a while and enjoy yourself.

    Yes, Jeremy, take your time. We really appreciate your helping out like this.
    Now that we know we can leave Mary Patricia on her own with you I think we ll
    be going out more often. Good night, kids. He turned and walked upstairs with
    Mrs. O Brien following. She made the Okay sign with her fingers and winked before
    she stepped out of sight. We waited until they were upstairs before speaking.

    Hear that, Jeremy? MP asked excitedly. We ll be able to do this again and
    again. We re going to have a great time together, aren t we? Instead of
    answering I pulled her to me for a long hot kiss. MP put her hand on my leg and
    giggled. When I moved back a bit she said, Sorry, but this ll have to wait a
    bit, as she moved her hand up and down my cock. We kissed again and again
    until almost two o clock when I staggered home.

    To my surprise my mom and dad were up waiting for me. So, how was it? my dad
    asked.

    Dad, it was phenomenal and so was she. If you don t mind I d just as soon skip
    the details, but it was a wonderful evening. I m going to bed. Good night.
    Monday morning I got up a little early so I could call on MP for the walk to
    school. I took her hand as she walked out the door. I could see her mom in the
    doorway and she was smiling at the two of us. We walked down the sidewalk,
    hand-in-hand. When Ted and Josh saw us they did a double-take, but didn t say
    anything. We stopped just outside the school and kissed briefly as we would
    every day until the school year ended.

     

    Chapter 4.


    Mary Patricia (MP) and I became a real couple. She was always invited to my
    house for parties and family functions and I spent almost as much time at her
    house as I did at my own. When the school year ended we were inseparable. Her
    mom knew we were enjoying each other so we didn t have to sneak around like a
    lot of kids do. We were free to do what we wanted around her pool or yard and
    since both my parents knew we often used our pool, especially when MP s dad was
    around. We had a lot of outdoor sex that summer so we made doubly sure to use
    plenty of sunscreen in places where we definitely did not want to burn like our
    butts and abdomens, plus, of course, MP s delicious tits. I loved putting it on
    her.

    Early on in our relationship I mostly rubbed and massaged her breasts; maybe I
    just didn t know any better;  but as we progressed I grew to love suckling
    her nipples, and because MP liked it a little rough, I often used my teeth to
    gently nibble her tender flesh.

    At night I would often take MP to a movie or an arcade at our local mall. For
    the first time I grew to understand why couples enjoyed sitting in the back row
    of the balcony. Our local theater is an old one. We don t have a multiplex; our
    town is too small to support one. Our theater s age means it s decorated in
    what I ve been told is the art deco style; much more ornate than the contemporary
    theaters I ve seen. Most of the films shown in the theater are revivals like
    Shane with Alan Ladd and High Noon with Gary Cooper. We howled when we saw
    Blazing Saddles, one of the few movies we actually saw in its entirety. We
    held hands and I put my arm around MP but we didn t kiss or grope each other
    the entire time.

    The only problem with going to the movies was that we sometimes had to walk
    home. The walk took us through one of the few tough neighborhoods in our area.
    MP always clung close to me, afraid of every shadow. Of course, she didn t know
    at that time of my magical abilities. Had anyone actually approached us they
    would have really regretted it. I could make us appear to be cobras like I did
    with Alan Hamilton or even space aliens. I could also cause excruciating pain
    just by saying a few words. After Blazing Saddles we had just passed the
    neighborhood safely and were now in the woods en route to our street. I pulled
    MP off the sidewalk into a small clearing that I knew was maybe thirty feet
    away. I put my hands on her ass and pulled her close to me. Didn t you get
    enough at the pool today? MP kidded me.

    No, MP, I can never get enough of you. You know that, don t you? She looked
    up at me and smiled. Her hands found the bulge growing in my shorts. She
    unzipped me and pulled my hard cock through the hole.

    I hope I don t get my knees dirty. I d have a hard time explaining to my dad
    that I was giving you a blowjob. She used her tongue, lightly teasing my
    helmet, and driving me crazy in the process. My knees were growing weak as she
    worked her magic on me. She may not have been a person of magic, but you
    couldn t prove it by me right now. Looking up, the moonlight reflecting from
    her eyes, she oh so slowly took me into her mouth. She was able to get me
    halfway in without gagging. She moved up and down my cock and it was great, but
    I wanted to help her, too. I pulled her up, kissed her deeply, and lifted her
    by her thighs. I backed MP into a tree, pulled her panties aside and pushed
    into her cunt. Her slit was soaked with her juices so I slit into her easily.
    MP groaned as I entered her, throwing her head back as her ecstasy overtook
    her. Fuck me hard, Jeremy. Push yourself all the way into me.

    I was hammering her poor cunny, lifting her eight inches or more with every
    thrust. Even though we had fucked twice by her pool this afternoon the sex was
    incredibly hot and exciting. MP helped herself by rubbing her clit and soon she
    was close to cumming. Just a little bit more, Jeremy. I m almost there. And
    then she was. She opened her mouth and would have screamed had I not covered it
    with mine. As she was coming down from her high I blasted hot white semen into
    her over and over. Every thrust was drowning her womb. I collapsed into her.
    Thank God we had the tree for support. I slowly let her down and gave her my
    handkerchief. She stuck it under her panties to staunch the flow that was
    running from her cunt, seemingly by the gallon. We made our way back to the
    sidewalk and laughed all the way home. I had her come into my house to wash and
    clean up before returning home. My folks took one look at us, shook their
    heads, and smiled. MP returned the hanky; it was a sodden mess. I dumped it in
    the trash.

    Our relationship hit a turning point in one Saturday afternoon in early August.
    Her dad was playing golf and her mom was at a card party so we made our way to
    her room for some great sex. I closed the door behind us and began to undress
    MP. Being summer she wasn t wearing much and neither was I. In a moment we were
    naked and in each other s arms. I lay her on the bed and climbed on after her.
    We kissed and touched each other, expressing our love for each other. I climbed
    between her legs and had just entered her when I heard a noise in the hall. The
    door flew open and in rushed her father. Before he had a chance to do or say
    anything I froze him in place with a gesture of my hand.

    MP was a mess of conflicting emotions. Jeremy! she shouted in fear just
    before noticing that her dad wasn t yelling and wasn t even moving; not a
    single millimeter. Jeremy, what; ? How? I pulled out of her and told her to
    get dressed. When we were both done I sat her on the bed and started to
    explain. Don t worry about your father. He ll forget what he saw and he ll be
    fine. He s not hurting; it s just that time has stopped for him. When I bring
    him out of it he ll see us on your bed going over your algebra, just like we ve
    done dozens of times.

    But, Jeremy, how did you; ?

    I m never supposed to tell or even let anyone see me do magic, but I have no
    choice now. I m a wizard, MP. My mom s a witch and my dad s a warlock. We re
    people of magic. I can do all kinds of things.

    You mean like Harry Potter?

    NO! Harry Potter is just a bad joke, but I can do many of the things that he
    claims to do.

    MP thought for a moment before speaking. Like make my boobs grow? Was that
    you?

    Yes;  guilty; it was me; my magic. Remember what I did; licking my
    thumbs, placing them on your chest; that was to hide the spell I put on you.
    And, before you ask, I did the same thing to Sarah, but I let hers grow and
    grow and grow until my mother made me reverse it.

    Uh; Jeremy; did you make me fall in love with you and want to fuck you?

    I held her tenderly for several minutes before lifting her face to mine. No,
    MP, I replied shaking my head. I continued, For two reasons; first, because
    manipulating people like that is strictly forbidden, and, second;  because
    I really, really care for you. I d never do anything to hurt you. Falling in
    love with me and deciding to fuck me was all you, not that I objected even one
    little bit.

    Are you going to make me forget all this like you re going to do with Dad? Are
    you sure you re not hurting him?

    No, MP, he s in kind of a state of suspended animation, sort of like being
    asleep. And, no again, you re not going to forget a thing. Even I cannot make
    someone forget as much as I ve told you. However, I am going to work a spell on
    you that will make it impossible for you to ever tell anyone what we ve talked
    about here. You and I will be able to talk about it, but nobody else. And, no,
    it won t hurt you. You won t feel a thing. In fact, you won t even know that
    anything has happened.

    Oh, Jeremy, I wish this hadn t happened.

    Me, too, but it has so we have to make the best of it. I still love you as
    much as ever and I hope you still love me. While she was assuring me that she
    did love me I put the spell on her.

    Done. Feel anything? When she shook her head I told her it was time to deal
    with her dad. MP found her algebra book on her shelf. Her mom and dad bought
    her one because; basically; she sucked at math. I often helped her with it so
    working together would be natural and accepted. She gave me the book; I opened
    it and released her father.

    Oh, hi kids. Getting ready for the coming school year, huh? Well, don t let me
    disturb you. My golf game got rained out. Never know it by the weather here,
    though, would you?

    Okay, Daddy, MP replied as he closed the door. Jeremy, she continued, I
    didn t really believe you until just now. I thought we were in really big
    trouble and Daddy has a terrible temper. He could kill you.

    No, MP, we were never in any danger just like we were never in any danger
    walking home from the movies. I did like you clinging to me, though. That was a
    lot of fun. Changing the subject, I continued, Here, you can put the book
    away now.

    Jeremy, can you make me get good math grades, you know, like you?

    Sorry, MP, it doesn t work that way. We can do a lot of things but we can t
    make someone into something they re not. And we can t make someone do something
    they wouldn t normally do. Just like with hypnotism.

    Can you tell me some of the things you ve done?

    I suppose so. Let s see. Okay, I stopped Alan Hamilton from bullying in fourth
    grade. Remember that? I made him see Ted, Josh, and me as king cobras and then
    I made him fall and break his leg. You already know about your breasts and
    Sarah s. I also used magic to clean up the bathroom our first night together
    and dried your hair. That s just a few. I really don t like to talk about it.
    I m not allowed to and if your dad hadn t barged in on us you would never have
    known.

    Is this going to change us, Jeremy? I love having you as a boyfriend.

    I hope not. I love you, MP. I think I always have. I don t know what the
    future will bring but I do know that I love you very much.

    Thank you, Jeremy. Let s go over to your place. I really need you now. You got
    me all horny and then we got interrupted. I want to finish what we started.
    Okay, with you? I took her by the hand and led her from the room. Next stop;
    paradise.


    Chapter 5.

    We walked to my house. Mom was waiting for us when we walked in the door. What
    happened, Jeremy?

    Her dad walked in on us, Mom. I had to freeze him while we dressed and cleaned
    up. We made believe we were studying when I brought him out of it. So, of
    course, MP knows about me.

    I m sure you ve already handled that. I nodded as MP tried to speak, but she
    couldn t; the spell forbade her from telling anyone about me and my magic, and
    that included my mother, who was a witch. Meanwhile, I think you two have some
    business to finish so off to your room, and, no, MP, I don t look like a witch,
    do I? MP just stood there, mouth open, until I pulled her away.

    Once in my room I brought her to me, kissing her gently until MP pulled away
    abruptly. Jeremy, how d your mom know what happened to us and what I was
    thinking?

    Mental telepathy, MP; we can carry on whole conversations without anyone ever
    having to open their mouths. Wanna try it?

    MP got really serious looking like she was concentrating on sending me a
    message. After a few seconds she asked me if I had received it.

    I think so, MP, I replied, You want me to eat your cunny and then make
    wonderful sensational love to you.

    MP laughed. You don t need mental telepathy to know that. But, that wasn t
    what I sent you.

    I know, I said as I leaned down to kiss her. I love you, too. She jumped
    back, shocked. Remember I m experienced and very sensitive to your thoughts,
    but I think with practice you could probably do it. Like, what am I thinking
    right now?

    Ha ha, you re so obvious. You want what you always want; me! We laughed as we
    pulled each other close. I loved the touch of her soft skin and when she pushed
    those hard little nipples into my chest there was nothing I wouldn t do for
    her. I pushed her back onto the bed and knelt between her long slender legs. I
    rubbed my cheek against her soft thigh. I licked my way back to her knee and
    then back up the other side. I nuzzled her cunny lips with my nose, teasing
    poor MP cruelly before thrusting my tongue deep into her cavern. OH, Jeremy! I
    want you in me. Fuck me now! Please! I rose to my feet, lifted her legs onto
    my shoulders and leaned forward bringing my cock toward its ultimate target.
    Straightening up enabled me to push several inches into her.

    True to her word MP had seen her doctor for the birth control pills and began
    taking them right away. Our next time together occurred exactly four weeks
    after the first when her parents again went out for the evening. Unsure, I
    reached for a condom until MP shook her head and pulled me into her. Since then
    I had enjoyed the wonderful sensation of direct contact between my cock and her
    tight wet vagina. Today, as I eased into her we both savored the feelings of
    her cunny walls stretching around me. I loved the pressure on my cock; she
    loved being filled and, even more than that, she craved my cum in her cunt. The
    first time I shot my load into her she actually screamed in her ecstasy. She d
    calmed down since then, but just barely.

    I leaned down to kiss MP, bending her in half. She tucked her ankles behind her
    head and began to move just like a rocking chair. Her motions were making me
    drive deep into her with every thrust and grinding her clit against me. I could
    feel my cock banging into her cervix and I was afraid I would hurt her until
    she sent me a telepathic message; don t worry, I love it. I pulled out and
    tried something I hadn t done before. I lowered my angle so my cock would rub
    against the front surfaces of her cunt. I had read about the G-spot and wanted
    to see if I could find it. I must have because suddenly MP breathed deeply and
    let out a long Oh, God, Jeremy. Maybe ten seconds later she began to shake
    and shudder until she lay still on the bed. I released her legs and lay on my
    bed next to her, holding her close.

    MP turned to me, bringing her hand to her mouth. Do you think, she whispered,
    your mother knows I just had a monster orgasm?

    Probably, I whispered back.

    Oh, how will I ever face her?

    MP, my mother knows everything we ve done, because I ve told her, and my dad,
    too. Witches and warlocks can always tell if someone s lying; always! I can t
    ever lie to them so if they ask me about you I have to be one hundred percent
    truthful. If Mom had a problem with anything we ve done she would have told me.
    Trust me, she knows and she approves and, if I know her, she s probably jealous
    as hell.

    Jeremy! I just realized; you didn t cum! Oh, I m so sorry. And then with a
    glint in her eye, I think I need to take care of that right now. She lowered
    herself between my legs to lick my cock which was still as hard and as
    sensitive as before. It didn t take but a second for her to begin cleaning my
    cock, removing every trace of her hot cunny from me as she licked me from my
    balls to my tip. All this licking was making me squirm, but when she tried to
    swallow my cock in a single swallow I got hot as hell in millisecond. Watching
    her blonde hair go bobbing up and down my cock was incredible sexy and it was
    making me want to cum desperately. But, in sex as in life, I always put MP s
    needs ahead of my own. I pulled her up and sat her on my cock. She sank down on
    it with a huge smile on her face.

    Slow, MP, start slow so you can catch up with me. MP began to rock very, very
    slowly. I could feel her cunny walls on my cock. Now, normally, the sensations
    of fucking MP are spectacular, but when she squeezed those muscles I thought I
    would die. The pressure was intense, so much so that I came buckets, flooding
    her womb over and over until my cum leaked from her onto my abdomen. With one
    hand I teased her nipple, with the ot

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  • The Young Wizard: Part 1
    The Young Wizard: Part 1 
    Jeremy s Chivalry and Infatuations.

    by senorlongo.

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    Chapter 1.

    I think I was in fifth grade when the first Harry Potter movie came out. My
    buddies Ted and Josh begged me to see it with them and since we were our own
    version of the Three Musketeers I agreed. We were into the movie maybe a half
    hour when I looked over at them. They were really into it. I could see the rapt
    expressions on their faces. Me? Well, let me put it this way; if I was texting
    I would have written LMFAO. I couldn t let my buddies see me but I was
    definitely laughing myself silly inside. Robes? Wands? Messenger Owls? Hogwarts
    School of Magic? What a crock!
    And believe me, I should know. When other kids
    were learning the Alphabet Song and Twinkle Twinkle I was learning my first
    spells. I m a wizard. My dad, a top executive at a Fortune 100 corporation, is
    a full-blown warlock, something I hope to attain when I turn 21 like he and my
    grandfather before him did. You d be surprised how many key people in business
    and politics are warlocks and witches. We even had a recent president and his
    wife among our numbers. My mom is a witch with a lot of magic at her disposal,
    but instead of working she s a stay at home mother.

    I always try to use my magic for good. It s something my parents insist on, and
    so far I ve only hurt two people, but in both cases it was for a really good
    reason. In fourth grade a kid named Alan Hamilton was bullying all the other
    kids, stealing their lunch money. Alan was a lot bigger than all of us having
    been retained in primary school at least once that we knew of, but probably
    more than once judging from his obvious stupidity. One morning while Ted, Josh,
    and I were walking to school Alan cut us off with his bike. Throwing it to the
    ground he turned on us as Ted and Josh tried to retreat. I just pointed at
    Alan, whispered an illusion spell, and stood my ground. When Alan finished
    turning he turned white with fright; facing three king cobras was not anything
    he could have anticipated. When he ran back to his bike another spell made him
    trip, getting tangled in the bike frame, and break his leg. I caught a lot of
    shit from my mom about that but Alan s bullying days were over.

    The other incident took place in eleventh grade when Sarah Cunningham was
    bragging about how big her tits were in front of poor Mary Patricia O Brien
    while she teased Mary Patricia mercilessly about being flat-chested. What the
    hell did she expect? Mary Patricia (MP to me) was a lifelong friend who lived
    only two doors down from us and her mother was as flat as an ironing board. I
    walked over to the girls. Really nice of you, Sarah, I interjected. You re a
    real bitch. I put a protective arm around MP and walked her away as she broke
    down into tears. Time for some magic, I thought. I turned MP to me and
    unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse.

    Jeremy! What are you doing? MP exclaimed.

    We have an old family custom; a superstition, really, I told her as I
    moistened my thumbs in my mouth. I put one thumb on each of her breasts and
    told her, Think about them growing. I ll do the same and, just maybe, it will
    work. I closed my eyes and scrunched up my face like I was really
    concentrating. What I was really doing was reciting a growth spell; MP was
    going to have tits, and really good ones, if I had anything to do with it! I
    turned toward Sarah and did the same to her with one big difference. A growth
    spell has to be turned off or it will go on forever. Looking at MP s frame I
    figured that somewhere between a B and C cup would make her look really hot so
    that s where I stopped her. Sarah; well, I never did turn her off. She wanted
    big tits and she was going to have them.

    Three weeks later; just days after her eighteenth birthday and a week after
    mine; we were on the way home from school. MP and I walked the last few steps
    to our homes. Jeremy, she whispered as though she had a secret, please come
    over in a few minutes. I have something to show you. MP and I are the oldest
    students in our grade. The school district has a cutoff date of December 1st
    for kindergarten enrollment. A child born on November 30th can start
    kindergarten in September at age four. Born just one day later and you have to
    wait until the following year no matter how smart you might be. That s why we
    were eighteen while many of our friends were barely sixteen.

    She turned and ran to her house. I looked at her, totally confused. Before I
    could react further I got a telepathic message from Mom telling me she needed
    me in the kitchen. That s one of the special abilities we all have; we can send
    and receive messages telepathically. Okay, Mom, I ll be right there, I sent
    back. After helping her I told her I was going over to MP s house and then I d
    start on my homework.

    I walked in the door without knocking as I always did saying Hi to Mrs.
    O Brien before heading to MP s room. You decent? I kidded her before opening
    the door.

    Come on in, I want you to see this. I saw MP sitting on her bed topless. She
    took my hand, pulling me to sit next to her. She led both of my hands to her
    chest. There were two small lumps there where previously there had been
    nothing. I felt them in awe. It s working, Jeremy, it s working! Your family
    superstition is giving me boobs. MP was elated. Two weeks later she invited me
    to her room again and once again she brought my hands to her chest. By now she
    was somewhere between an A and a B-cup. It was wonderful to feel those firm
    soft mounds topped by beautiful pink nipples. Three more times I d feel them
    before they made it all the way to C s.

    Sarah, however, was learning that having big breasts wasn t all it was cracked
    up to be. She had probably been between a B and a C-cup when she started but
    three months later she was an H. A month later she must have been an HH. Kids
    started mooing every time she walked down the hall, and in the cafeteria it
    was even worse. I was feeling pretty good about all of it until my mom cornered
    me after school one afternoon. I went to the high school for PTA this morning;
    I saw Sarah Cunningham. Her breasts weren t grown naturally, were they?

    I gulped a few times before explaining what and why I had taken action. I told
    her I d take care of her right away. What about MP? Was that your handiwork,
    too?

    Yes, Mom, I couldn t stand to watch her get teased by the other girls. They
    were so cruel. You know what her mom looks like. MP was going to wind up just
    like her. Now she s feeling really good about herself.

    Okay, but you d better take care of Sarah immediately. I heard she s thinking
    about surgery so you have to deal with it and the sooner the better. I said
    the appropriate spell, Mom smiled at me, and Sarah s breasts began to shrink. I
    set it up so the shrinkage would occur pretty quickly so there d be no need for
    an operation and I left her at a D which should make her pretty happy after her
    ordeal.

    Giving MP boobs proved to be one of my best ideas ever. I started going over to
    her house, and by March it was every afternoon, to feel, rub, and suck on them.
    In no time at all MP would start moaning like crazy. How her mom didn t hear us
    I ll never know. Maybe she did and just figured it was all part of growing up.
    Everything was going pretty well until a Friday afternoon at the end of the
    month. When I walked into MP s room she was completely dressed and looking
    down. I sat on the bed next to her and lifted her chin with my finger. What s
    wrong, MP? I asked showing my concern. Did I do something to hurt you?

    No, Jeremy. I m the one who s done something. Actually, it s because I ve done
    nothing that I m upset.

    Huh? Boy; was I confused. I spread my arms starting to ask a question but
    nothing came out. I didn t know what to say or ask. Fortunately, MP saw my
    distress. She started to laugh. Jeremy, you are so sweet. First, you rescued
    me from that awful Sarah and then you helped me get boobs and then you ve been
    coming over here every day and making me feel really good!

    Okay, I responded, but what s the problem? I was still confused.

    That s just it, Jeremy. What am I doing for you? Nothing!

    Well, I said with a sly smile, you ARE letting me play with those nice tits
    of yours.

    Yeah, well, duh! If you knew how good it feels when you rub them and play with
    my nipples you d understand why. But, what am I doing to make you feel good?
    Not a thing, and that s why I m upset with myself. My mom had a big talk with
    me last night; about sex. She told me it was all about giving as well as you re
    getting. She told me that she s heard me moaning but she s never heard you.

    What? Your mom knows what we ve been doing? Great, I m really going to catch
    it from my folks now. They ll never let me come over here again.
    MP put her finger to my mouth to quiet me. My mom is really cool about my
    growing up. She knows I m going to experiment and; well; she likes you. She s
    not going to tell your parents. She s not even going to tell my dad. So
    starting today I ve decided to help you feel good, too.

    Okay, I replied with a big smile on my face, just what did you have in
    mind? Rather than tell me MP showed me by pulling me into my first real kiss
    with a girl. MP had the sweetest, softest lips and when she pushed her tongue
    into my mouth I felt like I was in Heaven. Wow! I exclaimed when we broke the
    kiss, That really made me feel good.

    Oh, Jeremy, you can be so silly sometimes. That was just a kiss. It was great
    but not quite what I had in mind.

    Then; uh; , I was tongue tied again.

    Simple, Jeremy, I m going to play with your penis, she said calmly as she
    reached for my belt buckle. Slowly she opened my belt and unbuttoned my pants.
    Her eyes never left mine as she pulled my zipper down and removed my suddenly
    rock hard cock from my briefs. I was dumfounded by this development. I d never
    seen this side of MP; maybe I was just too close to tell the forest from the
    trees. After all, other than Ted and Josh she was my best friend.

    MP pushed me back onto the bed and lay next to me as she started to stroke my
    cock. My mom says that guys just love this. Do you love it, Jeremy? I like
    doing it to you.

    I do love it, MP. You can do this to me anytime.

    Is this how you masturbate, Jeremy?

    Yeah, MP, I usually do it when I go home after seeing you and your beautiful
    tits. Speaking of which why don t you let me play with them while you play with
    me? MP sat up, removed her shirt and bra and returned to her place next to me.
    She stroked me slowly at first while I suckled and massaged her glorious
    breasts.

    Is this your sperm? she asked suddenly. I explained about pre-cum, suggesting
    she touch it and rub it over my cock. Oh, I like the way it feels; kind of
    slippery, but how does your sperm come out?

    If you stroke it a little faster and harder you ll find out. Taking my
    suggestion MP gripped me tighter and ran her hand up and down my cock faster
    and faster, I kissed her hard as I twisted her nipples. We groaned in our
    ecstasy at exactly the same instant. Damn, MP, you re doing it. I m going to
    cum. MP broke the kiss and sat up a bit, leaning on her arm, to see what was
    about to happen. With a sudden grunt I shot almost three feet into the air.
    When it fell to my abdomen it was replaced by another not quite as high. All
    told I squirted five times. When I was finished I lay exhausted on MP s bed.

    That was really interesting, Jeremy, and really sloppy. I guess it s really
    better in my cunny.

    That got a swift reaction from me, believe me. I shot up and looked at MP
    questioningly. Not today, Jeremy, I m not ready, but when I am you ll know. I
    need to make you more familiar with my cunny before I let you fuck me. At least
    that s what my mom says.

    Wow, was all I could say. You really have some great mother.

    Yeah, I do, don t I. She leaned over to kiss me again before walking to the
    bathroom for a towel so she could clean up the mess I had made.


    Chapter 2.

    Now I couldn t wait to get to MP s after school. My relationship with Ted and
    Josh suffered but, truthfully, I didn t really care. They couldn t give me
    anything close to what MP was giving me and as we continued to meet, so we also
    ratcheted up the stakes. It was early April when she first took me into her
    mouth. I had entered her room and stripped as usual. MP was topless, also as
    usual. I guess she wasn t quite ready for me to deal with her cunt. We pulled
    each other into a long passionate kiss. I could feel her braces with my tongue,
    something I found surprisingly arousing. Our tongues wrestled back and forth
    between our mouths. MP broke the kiss, gave me a brief peck on my lips, and
    smiled wickedly. Then she moved down my body until her head was even with my
    throbbing cock. She reached out with her tongue and licked my cock head,
    removing some of, but not nearly all of my pre-cum. Umm, pretty tasty, Jeremy.
    I think I d like some more. That s when she took the entire head into her
    mouth. I should explain about my cock. It wasn t until I was ten that I realized
    my cock was pretty small, probably not more than four inches long, and that was
    with a monster erection. I recited my favorite growth spell, transforming it
    magically onto a much larger organ. After the spell it was a hefty five inches
    long soft, and eight-plus inches hard. More importantly, it went from just one
    inch across to more than two. I gave it one more treatment, making it the exact
    perfect size for any girl or woman I might fuck. Big cunt or small; I was going
    to be just right. Now, in MP s mouth it was at its maximum size as she
    struggled to swallow it. Up and down her head moved as she washed my cock with
    her active tongue. Damn, MP, you re driving me crazy doing that.

    Don t cuss, Jeremy. I know you like it. My mom told me that this is the
    favorite thing for most men, even more than fucking.

    Well, I commented, I m not in a position to say either way but it sure is
    great. If you keep that up I m going to cum. I m getting really hot.

    Go ahead, Jeremy. Mom says guys love it when they cum in a girl s mouth, too.
    I m going to do it for you. I figure I owe you.

    MP, you; don t; owe; me; anything. I was barely able to get the words out
    when suddenly, Oh, God, I m cumming. I m cumming, MP. I felt my balls clench
    and my cock expand in her mouth as my first jet of baby cream shot into her
    throat. She struggled to swallow my load as I shot repeatedly into her mouth,
    but she managed to get almost all of it. The little bit that escaped was
    scooped up on her fingers and licked off promptly. MP climbed up onto the bed
    and we held each other.

    MP, I whispered, now it s my turn to feel guilty. Don t you think I should
    make you cum? I know you like when I play with your tits, but that s not
    anywhere as good as cumming, is it?

    You re right, Jeremy. I thought I was doing all this for you but I didn t
    think of it from your side, that you d want to do for me what I was doing for
    you. Here, wait a minute while I undress. She rose and dropped her slacks and
    underwear, what I later learned were called panties. I looked at my friend
    naked for the first time and, for the first time realized what a beautiful
    young woman she was becoming. MP was about five feet five inches tall and
    couldn t have weighed much more than one hundred pounds. She had long blonde
    hair and freckles over much of her body, but not on her gorgeous tits, or on
    her fine firm butt. She had the beginnings of a narrow waist and flaring hips.
    She was, without a doubt, the sexiest woman I had ever seen. When she turned
    back to me I could see that she had golden pubic hair that was trimmed short
    and shaved back from her legs, I guessed for her bikini bathing suit.

    MP lay back on the bed next to me. I d felt her skin on mine before but this
    time her contact sent shocks through my system. I pulled her into a close
    embrace for a long lingering kiss. MP, I whispered, you have to show me what
    to do. I want to do it right for you.

    She turned onto her back and spread her legs. See out here, pointing to her
    cunt lips, I like to have these rubbed. It gets me really excited. In here is
    my tunnel where one of these days I hope you ll fuck me. You can stick your
    finger in there and fuck me with it. That ll feel really good. Up here on top;
    give me your finger; feel that hard little thing? That s my clitoris. Rubbing
    that will make me cum, but do that last so I can build up to it, Okay? She
    withdrew her hand and crossed her arms behind her head. It was up to me now to
    take care of her. I followed her directions carefully rubbing her whole cunny
    with the palm of my hand. I guess it was Okay because MP started moaning almost
    immediately. I did this for maybe two or three minutes then I ventured into her
    with my middle finger. I couldn t believe how hot and wet and smooth she was. I
    pumped that finger into her and when her moaning increased I did it faster and
    faster. Now, Jeremy. Touch my clit now; please! I touched her lightly and that
    was all it took. She shuddered several times and then it seemed that she
    experienced some whole-body muscle spasms. Finally, she stopped and lay still.
    You can stop now, Jeremy. That was fantastic. We can do that every day. I
    think that we ll be ready for fucking pretty soon. Wow, that was good news!


    Chapter 3.

    MP and I had several classes together and one of them was Health, a course that
    I thought was mostly a complete waste of time, at least until the last week in
    April when we started the Sex Education part. It was one of the few times you
    could hear a pin drop in the classroom. Ms. Finley, a good looking brunette
    with really big tits was our teacher and I know all the guys and, probably a
    lot of the girls, were wondering if she had gotten this knowledge firsthand. We
    learned all about the male and female anatomy and how both sexes reacted when
    stimulated which was pretty interesting but we were all waiting for the really
    important stuff; how to fuck! Ms. Finley opened the class by asking if we knew
    what a condom was. There was a lot of giggling and tittering in the room, but a
    stern look from Ms. Finley put an immediate end to that. She showed us several
    brands of condoms and opened a foil package so we could see what the actual
    condom looked like. Then she proceeded to roll the condom down a cucumber (I
    guess she couldn t use a real penis without getting into big trouble!). We were
    extremely attentive, actually staring at the demonstration, so I was surprised
    when MP turned around, looked me in the eyes, and mouthed the words, I m
    ready! She smiled broadly at my reaction which was to almost fall out of my
    seat.

    When the class ended MP was waiting for me in the hallway. Did you mean that,
    MP? Are you really ready to; you know?

    Yes, Jeremy, she was practically whispering in the noisy corridor, I am
    ready for you to fuck me. My mom and dad are going out tonight so I will be
    home alone until after midnight. I told them I would get you to come over to
    keep me company and they said it was Okay. You can fuck me tonight. I have some
    condoms from my mom. She leaned over to kiss me briefly on the cheek even though
    that was strictly against the rules. Ms. Finley saw her but fortunately let it
    slide. We parted toward our respective classes but I couldn t wait for the day
    to end.

    MP and I were surprisingly quiet on the walk home. Even Ted and Josh commented.
    We were still friends, but no longer the Three Musketeers. Dropping them at
    their homes, MP and I were free to speak so I asked her, Are you sure you want
    to do this, MP?

    Why, Jeremy? Don t you want to? I want to fuck you.

    MP, it s all I ve thought of since we started fooling around. I m the luckiest
    guy in the world.

    I m glad, she said, leaving me at my house, see you at seven. She blew me a
    kiss and I went into my house, meeting my mom in the living room.
    Telepathically she asked me how my day was and I responded in the same way.

    I understand you re spending the evening with MP. Her mom called me today and
    asked if you could. Is anything going on between you two that I should know
    about?

    Now there is one thing you never do with a witch, wizard, or warlock, and that
    is lie. We have a special radar that tells us immediately if you re telling the
    truth. Believe me that was one of the reas
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  • Homeless Jenny: Part 6
    Homeless Jenny: Part 6
    I
    Become A Dad!

    by Sénor

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    I

    drove south until I was able to get onto I-78, following that through
    Jersey City to the New Jersey Turnpike. We moved along at a steady
    pace and fairly quickly due no small degree to the E-Z Pass I’d
    kept after moving from New York to North Carolina. We didn’t
    have to stop to get a ticket or to pay at the southern terminus of
    the Turnpike, nor did we have to stop in the long lines at either the
    Delaware Memorial Bridge or at one of the toll booths on I-95 in
    Delaware.

    Our first stop was about two hours after leaving,

    around 11:20, at the last rest stop on the Turnpike. I needed to put
    Lady out for a walk and Jenny and I needed a bathroom break, too. By
    now we had our routine down pat. Jenny walked into the restroom while
    I took Lady onto the lawn. I had already poured water into her bowl
    on the sidewalk when Jenny reappeared with unwanted attention from a
    guy who looked to be in his late thirties. Twice I saw Jenny try to
    walk away from him and twice he grabbed her arm to stop her. Bad
    move; Lady also saw him. I let go of her leash and she was bounding
    down the walkway less than a second later.

    Lady stopped when

    she reached Jenny, but even 100 feet away I could see her anger at
    his touching her mistress. The hair on the back of her neck was up
    and I could see other travelers back away cautiously. Jenny calmly
    took Lady’s leash and it was clear to all that Lady was only a
    second away from taking down Jenny’s admirer. She was in attack
    mode; rear legs bent and ready to spring, fangs bared; a low guttural
    growl coming from her throat. Only her rigid discipline and training
    saved that man’s life. I could see Jenny explaining that to the
    man as she turned away, leading Lady back to me.

    “Thanks,

    darling; he was making a real ass of himself. He stopped me on my way
    in and ignored my telling him that I was a very happily married
    woman. I couldn’t believe that he was still there when I walked
    out of the ladies’ room. What on earth did he possibly think;
    that I’d jump into a car with a total stranger for a quickie?
    Eew! Thank you, too, Lady,” she said as she ruffled Lady’s
    ears.

    I left to use the facilities, and on the way some guy

    told me that I had a dangerous dog. “Yes and no,” I
    replied. “She’s a danger to anyone who tries to hurt
    either my wife or me, but she’s extremely well trained. That
    man was a fool, but he was in no real danger unless he put his hand
    on my wife again. Neither my dog nor I would have accepted that a
    third time.” I turned away to enter the building. We stopped
    for gas before continuing. Gas prices in New Jersey are relatively
    low and there’s always an attendant to man the pump and wash
    your windshield. Jersey was the only place I knew of where that was
    the norm.
     
    We stopped again around one that afternoon for
    a quick lunch and again around four before stopping for the night
    around 6:30. For the first time since getting Lady I had trouble with
    the motel’s registration. The clerk absolutely refused to allow
    us to register with Lady. “Have you ever heard of the ADA; the
    Americans with Disabilities Act,” I asked. “That’s
    why you have ramps and bathrooms that are handicapped accessible.
    Part of the federal law covers service dogs like Lady or dogs for the
    blind. You’d better check with your manager or owner. I’d
    hate to have to sue you for being turned away.”
    He did phone
    the owner and from the little I heard he wasn’t too happy about
    what he was told. He tried repeatedly to argue his point, but
    apparently got nowhere.

    Eventually, he hung up the phone and

    reluctantly told us, “I’ve been advised to apologize and
    offer the room on the house.” Instead, Jenny and I said, “No
    thanks,” turned away and walked out. We stayed instead at a
    Best Western just down the road. Not a word was said about our
    service dog.

    This trip would normally take about ten hours.

    With Lady, I figured about twelve because of all the extra stops we
    had to make. That was why Jenny and I had driven almost eight hours
    that first day. We wanted to get home by noon so we could hit the
    supermarket. Other than the occasional can and a jar of peanut
    butter, there was nothing much in the house to eat.

    That’s

    almost exactly what happened. We turned into the driveway at 11:43,
    remembering just in time to press the remote for the gate. I doubted
    that either of us was as happy as Lady. She ran around the back yard
    and in and out of the garage aimlessly until Jenny and I had removed
    everything from the SUV. I had to admit that the BMW was a good
    investment. It rode well and got great gas mileage, even if it needed
    premium fuel. Jenny told me that both her car and mine were
    twin-turbocharged, whatever the hell that means. I know a lot about
    computers, but almost nothing about cars.

    We shopped most of

    the afternoon, spending hundreds to fill our refrigerator and pantry.
    Once we were done Jenny insisted we go to the range. I threw the
    clubs into my trunk and Lady climbed into the rear seat. The first
    time we’d taken her she raced out onto the range the instant I
    hit, thinking apparently that this was a game; some kind of fetch.
    Today she simply sat by our clubs watching and protecting us from the
    occasional vicious squirrel.

    That night after grilling a thick

    steak that we ate with a salad I retreated to my study. There was
    something I needed to check on. I had a program that, when opened,
    showed a screen of text; not words or sentences, but line after line
    of random letters and symbols. When a certain password is entered the
    text dissolves leaving a series of email addresses and their
    corresponding passwords. Why go through all of this, you ask? Because
    as I mentioned earlier I’ve had some shady clients; clients on
    the wrong side of the law; and I can’t afford to be caught
    communicating with them. Once you go online you should always assume
    that everything you do is public and subject to scrutiny from the
    government or anyone else who might be interested.

    Sitting at

    my keyboard I accessed my home page on the internet. From there I
    typed in the URL for the University of Chicago and from there a
    university in New Zealand. Most universities have decent security,
    but anyone like me can get through it without too much difficulty.
    Should anyone inquire it would appear as though someone in the
    University of Chicago library had hacked into the University of
    Auckland. From there it was safe to access the email I’d used
    to contact the motorcycle gang.

    There was a message and

    several photos I thought Jenny would find interesting. I had no idea
    how they had managed to get a camera inside a state prison and I
    wasn’t about to ask, but here in all his glory was a severely
    beaten former sheriff from Waterloo, Iowa. I was laughing so hard as
    I called Jenny that I could barely get her name out.

    She came

    in wondering what was going on so I explained then I showed the
    photos of her stepfather with his two black eyes, bandage on his
    forehead, and his arm in a cast, bandages wrapped tightly around his
    torso; a sure sign of bruised or broken ribs. She took one look and
    joined me in laughter. “This was you, wasn’t it? Some
    friends or contacts you have?”

    “I cannot tell a

    lie, but I do plead the fifth; a person does not have to testify if
    his answer might incriminate him.”

    She leaned down to

    kiss me then whispered, “Thanks.” Then she kissed me
    again. I scrolled down the screen to read the text again; “What
    a complete fucktard this asshole is. He thinks he is still a hot
    shit, trying to boss everyone around. He has pissed off all the
    prisoners who have met him and more than half the guards. He’ll
    be lucky to live out his sentence. Doubt he will. Thanks for the
    upgrade. It’s working great. A friend” After deleting the
    message I went to join my beautiful wife on the deck.

    Jenny

    and I spent the next three weeks having fun; going to Bird Island on
    the southern end of Sunset Beach in the boat with Lady, or playing
    golf, or going to the beach. The only other thing we did was prepare
    for our visitors. There were no direct flights to either Myrtle Beach
    or to Wilmington, North Carolina, roughly fifty miles north of us so
    I phoned Executive Jet to make the arrangements once I had checked
    with Toni for dates and times. I insisted that the attendant be a
    woman to make the girls more comfortable. Take-off was scheduled for
    9:00 Saturday morning so Toni and Charlie had their daughters at the
    Newark Airport General Aviation terminal at 8:20, giving them plenty
    of time to meet the captain and crew and double-check the
    arrangements before departure. Two hours later they were safely in
    Myrtle Beach, riding in Jenny’s SUV with Lady seated between
    them and they were talking nonstop. I grinned toward Jenny, but she
    was into the conversation as much as the girls.

    They ran into

    the house and up the stairs to the bonus room closely followed by
    Lady. She jumped and capered, playfully nipping at their feet, as
    they put their clothes into the dresser and closet. I couldn’t
    help but laugh. This was going to be some visit!

    I grilled hot

    dogs for lunch and then we took them to Bird Island in the boat. We
    liked Bird Island for several reasons. First, we could take Lady,
    even in the summer. She loved the beach and often scampered in the
    waves with us. Dogs were restricted from the town beach between
    Memorial Day and Labor Day. Also, Bird Island was on the Little River
    Inlet so we had a choice of the waves in the ocean or the calm water
    where we and others parked our boats. Bird Island had ceased to be an
    actual island decades ago when the narrow inlet between it and Sunset
    Beach had silted in. Still, it was more than a mile from the nearest
    road so it was virtually deserted even on the busiest weekend. The
    only practical way to get here was by boat. We’d brought the
    Blasi’s here on their first visit and they loved it as much as
    we did.

    Lady raced back and forth when I pulled her Frisbee

    from the beach bag. The many holes from her teeth showed clearly how
    much she enjoyed playing with it. I reminded Andrea and Allison about
    the heat and Lady’s need to rest and drink then sent them off
    to the ocean side which was completely deserted while Jenny and I set
    up our umbrella and beach chairs.

    Jenny was five months into

    her pregnancy so her baby bump was obvious. She’d bought a new
    swimsuit, telling me how much she hated seeing women’s bare
    abdomens when obviously pregnant. “Some things should be
    private, don’t you think?”
    I’d never given the
    idea much thought, but I could understand her reasoning. Some things
    should be private.

    The girls and Lady returned after about a

    half hour. They hadn’t been in the ocean; not yet; because our
    rule was not to swim unless one of the adults was present. I’d
    red and heard of many idiotic things done by people at the beach. One
    of my roommates at Harvard had worked as a lifeguard at a state park
    near my home. I cringed at the stories he’d told me; how
    parents endangered their own children through things they’d
    never consider doing at home.

    We sat under the umbrella

    enjoying a Coke from the cooler and some fresh sliced veggies with a
    cup of ranch dressing. We dug in, eating and laughing until we’d
    had our fill. We went for a swim, staying fairly close to the shore.
    There was a lot of boat traffic farther out in the channel, some of
    it involving fairly big ships, so there was danger in swimming out
    too far. We all jumped into the water at the same time; all of us,
    except Lady. Dogs can swim, but they tire quickly. The dog paddle is
    a very inefficient stroke, using a lot of energy to go nowhere. Jenny
    had red of several dogs drowning at one of the local beaches. I
    always forced Lady to “stay” under the umbrella. Yes,
    dogs can get sunburned, too. We picked up our mess around four for
    the twenty minute trip home. I had the boat on the hydraulic lift,
    washing it carefully while Jenny and the girls carried the umbrella,
    chairs, and beach bag up to the house. I followed a few minutes
    later, carrying the cooler. We were ready to go out for dinner by
    5:15, driving into Calabash for pizza.

    We were back about

    ninety minutes later and I fed Lady, noticing how quiet things were
    in the living room. “Everything okay in here,” I
    asked.

    “Jenny, could we ask you something? It’s

    kind of personal.”

    “Okay, Andrea; go ahead.”

    “Mom

    told us that you ran away from home.”

    “That’s

    right; did she tell you why?” Andrea shook her head “no.”
    “You’re so lucky to have wonderful loving parents. You
    should thank God for them every day. I had a wonderful father, but he
    died in an industrial accident when I was ten. My mother remarried
    almost two years later. She wasn’t married even a month when my
    stepfather; the county sheriff; made his first nighttime trip to my
    bedroom. I screamed the entire time he raped me, but my mother
    ignored me. I screamed every time he did it; two to three times a
    week; for the next five years. I hated that man; I still do. I hated
    him so much that I ran away when I had the chance. Anything was
    better than having to lie under his fat sweaty body almost every
    other day. I knew that I’d have to have sex with some of the
    men who picked me up, but most of them were nice decent people who
    just wanted to help me.

    “I had sex with lots of other

    men, but I’ve only made love with Doug. Do you understand the
    difference?”

    “I think so,” Allison said.

    “Dumb animals can have sex, but they don’t make
    love.”

    “That’s true,” Jenny told them.

    “For me; I would lie down and allow men to use my body, but I
    was somewhere else. I never had an orgasm and I didn’t want
    one. With Doug I’m always an active participant because I love
    him. I want it to be good for him just as he wants it to be good for
    me. Are you guys ready for Monday at the doctor?”

    “Oh

    yeah, Jenny; we’re looking forward to it,” Andrea replied
    eagerly. Jenny had realized that she had an appointment for a
    sonogram scheduled for the week they would visit. She presented three
    options to Toni: cancel the appointment; take them, but leave them in
    the waiting room; or take them in to experience the test with us. I
    wasn’t surprised when Charlie and Toni said they’d accept
    whatever we wanted to do, but thought that seeing a real sonogram
    would be an excellent and interesting learning experience for their
    daughters. Jenny and I agreed. Monday would be the day; a big day for
    all of us.

    Sunday morning Jenny and I drove them to church and

    then to brunch at a nice restaurant in Myrtle Beach. We spent the
    afternoon at Farmstead hitting balls and practicing our putting.
    Andrea did quite well, especially considering that they didn’t
    have their own clubs and hadn’t practiced since their last
    visit. Allison, however, smoked the ball. “Gee Allison,”
    her sister commented, “watching you makes me wonder if Daddy is
    really your father.” Allison howled in laughter then she went
    to the putting green and smoked everything under eight feet. Jenny
    and I must have given her a dozen high fives and even more knuckle
    bumps.

    Everyone seemed more than a bit nervous at breakfast

    the following morning. We were in my car before any of us had even
    spoken. It was Allison who broke the ice. “I bet you’re
    hoping for a boy, Doug.”

    After laughing, Jenny replied

    for me. “You’d lose that bet, Allison. Doug wants a
    girl.”

    “That’s right,” I joined in.

    “Girls tend to stay close to their families even after getting
    married although Jenny is an obvious exception. Boys don’t
    generally have much choice because their wives have made it for them,
    just like almost every other decision.”

    Jenny laughed

    and the girls joined her. Then Jenny ended the conversation with,
    “And don’t you forget it!”

    “Yes,

    boss!” Jenny giggled then leaned across the console to kiss my
    cheek. Thirty
    minutes later we were in Dr. Cullen’s office,
    sitting nervously until we were called then I thought the nurse would
    have a cow. I guess she’d never had such a crowd follow her
    into the exam room.

    Jenny was handed a gown and pointed toward

    the restroom. “You’ve got to be kidding,” she told
    the nurse. “Why would I want to hide a body like this?”
    She took off her top and bra and pulled the gown over her arms. I
    tied a bow behind her neck, but left the other undone as Jenny
    removed her shorts and lay on the exam table.

    She was there

    about fifteen minutes when Dr. Cullen entered with a smile. “I
    heard this was going to be a theatrical production.” I
    introduced Andrea and Allison and Dr. Cullen told them where they
    should stand in order to get the best view. She rubbed some gel on
    Jenny’s abdomen and asked what we were hoping for.

    “Doug

    wants a girl,” Allison blurted.

    “How much do you

    girls know about sonograms?”

    “We went online to

    Google when our mom told us about being here for Jenny’s test,”
    Andrea replied.

    “Yeah, we must have red six or seven

    articles about it,” Allison added.

    “And I bet we

    looked at four or five videos,” Andrea added. I just laughed;
    Jenny smiled. We loved their enthusiasm.

    “Well then, can

    you tell me what we should look for to determine the sex?”

    Allison

    giggled, but Andrea came straight out and answered, “A penis,
    but sometimes the umbilical cord gets in the way or is confused for a
    penis.” Dr. Cullen joined Jenny and me in laughing, but did ask
    if the girls were looking for work. “I’m hiring; I’d
    bet you know more than most of my staff.”

    Then Dr.

    Cullen got down to business. She applied the sensor to Jenny’s
    skin, rubbing it into the gel, and all of us paid the closest
    attention. We could see the baby’s body and head. The umbilical
    was obvious, but we never did see a penis. “Well, girls, what’s
    the sex?”

    “It’s a girl,” they shouted

    together.

    “Another correct diagnosis; are you sure

    you’ve never done this before?” We shared a laugh then
    Dr. Cullen checked Jenny’s lungs and heartbeat, reviewed her
    diet and exercise regimens and told us things couldn’t be
    better. We were out the door five minutes later, laughing and hugging
    each other before I treated to lunch.

    We encouraged the girls

    to call home every day and they did, usually around 5:15 so their dad
    would be home from work. Every day after they’d spoken Charlie
    would ask to speak with me and he’d ask how his daughters were
    behaving. Every day I’d give him the same answer; the way I’d
    want my daughters to behave. Today’s conversation was more
    elated yelling and screaming than anything else. Andrea began with,
    ”IT’S A GIRL, MOM! A GIRL!! WE SAW HER INSIDE JENNY. IT
    WAS INCREDIBLE.” Then Allison added that I had wanted a girl
    and the yelling started anew.

    Once they had calmed down

    Charlie took the phone for his daily question. “Excited,”
    I replied, “and a bit noisy today, but that’s to be
    expected. It’s been an exciting day.” I ended the call
    and drove everyone down to Myrtle Beach to Captain George’s, an
    excellent seafood buffet where the food was almost as good as in a
    high end sit-down restaurant.

    We spent the rest of their visit

    either at the beach or on the golf course or shopping for baby
    clothes and accessories. We were actually sorry to see them leave on
    Sunday; the day before Labor Day. We went shopping in earnest for
    furniture that week. One of the things we decided was that we wanted
    to buy a quality set that would last through her entire childhood. We
    decided on a dresser and crib with a matching twin headboard and desk
    (can’t plan too far ahead if you’re a nerd) in a washed
    blonde maple finish. We’d put the headboard and desk away for
    now in an air-conditioned storage facility about two miles away until
    it was needed.

    The rest of Jenny’s pregnancy was

    uneventful, but she pouted something awful when Dr. Cullen told her
    to stop penetrative

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  • Homeless Jenny: Part 5
    Homeless Jenny: Part 5 
    The
    Chattanooga Matter!

    by Sénor

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    CHAPTER

    14.

    I had one more thing to do to ensure Jenny’s safety

    and I took the first step on our drive home from the Wilmington
    airport, stopping at Walmart in Leland for a cheap burner phone. I’d
    use this phone for one and only one call that I made from the parking
    lot.

    One of my early clients was a famous and notorious

    motorcycle club. Most people would consider it a gang, especially
    since almost all of their activities were strictly illegal. They
    needed a firewall for their website so they could conduct clandestine
    operations without the authorities knowing or hacking into the site.
    Somehow they got my name; I suspected at the time from one of my MIT
    classmates; at a time when I was desperate for money to launch my
    first “Idiot” program. They paid me $100,000 all in
    well-used tens and twenties. They were still using my firewall and I
    hadn’t red anything about the government hacking into their
    site.

    I had a small device in one hand to alter my voice and

    the phone in the other when I dialed the first number. This one would
    bounce the signal all around the globe, making tracing the call
    absolutely impossible. Both parties knew their phones were tapped.
    Next I dialed their number.

    [Yeah?]

    “How’s

    your firewall doing?”

    [Good. How can I help you?]

    “I

    need a meeting.”

    [“Okay, same day, same time, same

    place. Okay?]

    “Yes.”

    [Click] The call

    ended, I took a socket wrench from my trunk and smashed the phone
    after first removing the SIM card. I’d throw that into the
    waterway as soon as we were home. A minute later I was back in the
    car with Jenny.

    “What was that all about, Doug?”

    “Just

    keeping my promise to ensure your safety; I have to take a short trip
    Thursday, but I should be home by Friday afternoon.”

    “You

    won’t be in any danger will you?”

    “No, I’ve

    dealt with these people before. I’ll be fine.” Jenny was
    quiet all the way home, but I could tell she was worried. I made a
    reservation to fly to Chattanooga, Tennessee on Thursday afternoon
    the next day. Once I had arrived I rented a car at Rent-A-Wreck,
    paying cash, and drove south on I-59 toward Lafayette, a small city
    in the northwest corner of Georgia where I stayed overnight, again
    paying cash.

    At ten on Friday morning I was sitting on a

    picnic bench under a beautiful cherry tree in a park just in front of
    the Parks and Recreation office. I had a small portable radio playing
    on the table behind me while I fed the birds with some bread scraps
    left over from breakfast. I heard my contact’s bike long before
    I saw him.

    He was certainly dressed for the part; high leather

    boots, leather jacket with patches on the back identifying his
    chapter of the infamous national organization. He spoke even before
    sitting. “What’s with the radio?”

    “Besides

    the music it’s also broadcasting white noise which will make it
    almost impossible to eavesdrop on our conversation.” I was
    looking straight ahead, still feeding the birds, when I slid a small
    sheet of paper along the bench toward him. “Know anybody in the
    Iowa State Penitentiary?” He just nodded in response.

    “I’d

    like for this guy to have a hard time, like an occasional beating;
    not enough to kill him, but enough to cause a world of hurt, maybe
    even enough to put him into a wheelchair.”

    “What’s

    he to you?”

    “My wife’s stepfather; he raped

    her for years when she was a kid. He was the county sheriff so she
    couldn’t even go to the cops. Her mother was no better.”

    “You

    must know we hate child rapists, almost as much as we hate cops.
    Okay, what’s in it for us?”

    “I have a new

    firewall, actually three that work together. One of the biggest
    brokerage houses in New York uses it. You can have it for nothing.
    Just don’t try to make any adjustments. I’ll send an
    email with instructions on how to get in; you know, the password.
    It’ll be a new one, but it will only work once. Whoever goes to
    the site first will set a new one. Just make sure it’s
    different from your old one. I’ll have it in place by Monday.”
    The discussion was over. He got up and walked away. I knew he was way
    down in the hierarchy just as I knew we were thousands of miles away
    from their national headquarters in California. I’d met other
    underlings in this park eight times almost ten years ago. These guys
    were scum; trading in drugs hijacking, white slavery, and illegal
    importing of cigarettes and booze, but they served my purpose. Harper
    would be beaten on a regular basis and hopefully crippled. It
    probably would have happened anyway, but why take chances?

    I

    was back home with my beloved Jenny six hours later. She kissed me
    like I had been gone for weeks instead of just overnight. We began
    our planning for Charlie and Toni’s visit. Jenny had spoken on
    the phone with Toni and her daughters, Andrea and Allison, at least
    once a week. I’d sent a set of detailed directions to our
    house. I’d also told Charlie to leave his wallet at home.

    We

    stocked up on beer and wine and Coke, Sprite, and ginger ale, mostly
    for our bonus room fridg. Jenny also bought two twin size air beds as
    well as sheets, pillows, and blankets. Our plan was for the girls to
    stay in our bonus room, a large room over our three-car garage. Jenny
    and I used it as our video room. We had a 65-inch O-LED curved screen
    TV up there along with a Hi-Res DVD player, DVR, and ten speaker
    surround sound. The walls rose up five feet before taking the slant
    of the roof above. There were three skylights with internal venetian
    blinds that were activated by remote control. A small bathroom off to
    one side near the stairs and a refrigerator for snacks meant we could
    stay there for hours if need be. My favorite, though, was the
    off-white leather sectional that curved slightly; just enough to
    facilitate conversation and to enable everyone to see the screen
    clearly. Even better; four of the seats reclined.

    It was just

    a few days before we expected them that I received a phone call from
    my mother. As planned, she’d had her husband served at the
    faculty senate meeting. Her lover, Paul, had told her that dear old
    Dad was livid and had disrupted the meeting with his ranting until
    the dean; God bless him; told him to “either shut up or get
    out.” I loved it!

    The Blasi family rolled into the

    driveway just after 4:30 on Saturday afternoon, last week in June, in
    their Toyota minivan. Toni had phoned as requested when they reached
    NC179, the road our house was on about four miles away so the gate
    and garage door were open for them. Lady stood between us as they
    poured out of the vehicle’s doors. Charlie and Toni came right
    to us for hugs and handshakes, but their daughters were a bit
    tentative until Jenny stepped forward. “You’re obviously
    Andrea and you must be Allison. Welcome to our home. Come up and meet
    Lady. She won’t bite you; I promise.”

    They held

    their hands out for Lady to sniff as Jenny gave the command to
    protect. A minute later they were petting Lady’s head and
    chest. Lady responded by wagging her tail wildly. I don’t
    pretend to understand, but her trainer John had told us that dogs
    could remember thousands of individual scents. Lady had obviously
    remembered Charlie and Toni.

    We carried their bags into the

    house and when I opened the door to the bonus room Lady bolted up in
    anticipation. “Go ahead,” I told the girls. “You’ll
    be up there. Jenny or I will come up later and show you how to
    operate the shades and everything else.”

    Fifteen seconds

    later we were greeted by their screaming and we could hear them
    jumping, too. Allison came running down the stairs seconds later.
    “Daddy, Daddy, you have got to see this room. There’s the
    biggest TV I’ve ever seen and this neat couch and a
    refrigerator full of soda. It’s the greatest.” Charlie
    and I followed her up the stairs. She ran; we walked.

    I

    reviewed everything, amazed at the attention they gave me. I finished
    by sitting in one of the seats and reclining until I was virtually
    horizontal. Andrea followed my example and a few seconds later asked,
    “Would it be okay if I slept here? This is so comfortable!”
    I’d never realized that teenage daughters could be so funny.

    I

    was preparing three thick ribeyes for the grill when the girls ran
    down the stairs with Lady. “Can we go outside and play with
    her,” Allison asked. I agreed, but only for about thirty
    minutes and only if she had a bowl of water. It gets hot and humid in
    coastal North Carolina in June and it stays that way until the last
    week of August at the earliest.

    They were good girls, playing

    with Lady and having a great time, but stopping every ten minutes or
    so to allow her to drink and cool down. Jenny, Toni, Charlie, and I
    sat on the deck with soft drinks, relaxing and chatting until Jenny
    commented, “What are you and Charlie doing tomorrow? I’m
    taking the women shopping.”

    I laughed. “One thing

    we’re not doing is shopping. How about fishing, Charlie? We
    might be able to get a couple of flounder, what we call fluke up
    north.” Charlie agreed and I started the grill.
    Tonight’s
    dinner would be simple; Thick prime ribeye from the area’s only
    butcher cooked medium rare, baked potato, and a tossed salad made
    with fresh veggies from a local farm. It sounded good to me and I
    guess everyone agreed. We had no leftovers other than trimmed fat
    that Lady ate with her usual gusto.

    We began Sunday morning by

    joining Charlie, Toni, and the girls at Mass. Jenny and I had both
    been raised as Protestants and we rarely attended any kind of church
    services. Personally, I viewed organized religion as just another big
    business aimed at separating people from their money, but this
    morning I said “Amen” and sang all the hymns, shook hands
    and hugged my beautiful wife when appropriate. I even placed a ten
    dollar bill in the collection plate.

    Once we had returned home

    Jenny gathered all the women and Lady into her SUV for their shopping
    excursion while Charlie and I made sandwiches and carried several
    six-packs of Coke out to the boat. No alcohol during this trip;
    boating on the waterway and in the marsh could be dangerous. I
    already had rods and tackle in the eight-foot locker that was bolted
    to the dock.

    Charlie joined me at the helm as I drove the boat

    north to Ocean Isle Beach where I knew I could get live mud minnows
    and Charlie’s fishing license. Getting caught without one would
    be expensive. “I’m taking you to my secret spot, Charlie.
    I can only get in there when the tide is high. There’s barely
    eight inches of water under the hull in spots.”

    “Won’t

    the engine hit bottom?”

    “Yeah, but we’ll be

    using an electric motor. It runs alongside the hull, not under it.
    Believe it or not, I’ve taken some big fish out of this area.
    The marshes are breeding grounds for small fish and crustaceans. The
    tidal currents move them in and out of the marsh so the big fish just
    lie there in ambush.” We were on the water again fifteen
    minutes after docking at the fishing center and headed for the
    northern end of Sunset Beach.

    There were extensive marshes all

    along the waterway, but drainage ditches had been dug behind many of
    the island chain in the Carolinas. I stopped the boat in the waterway
    and we baited our hooks, running them through the minnows’ lips
    before dropping them into the water. I positioned the boat so we
    would be able to ride all the way up the channel on the incoming tide
    before using the small electric motor to get us back out again.
    Later, when the tide had turned the motor would carry us into the
    inlets and the current would bring us out.

    I showed Charlie

    the best approach to dealing with these fish and we settled in to
    fish. “I wonder what the women are up to.”

    “No

    good, I suspect,” Charlie responded with a laugh. I was about
    to join him when I felt weight on my line. I dropped the rod, lifting
    again about five seconds later and repeating once again. Certain that
    the fish had the opportunity to swallow the hook, I lifted my rod and
    began to reel in line with my Shimano Stella reel. The Stella is one
    of the best spinning reels made and it was severely tested that day.
    This was a big fish; it pulled line six times as I held the rod high
    to keep my prey from swimming under a submerged branch or running the
    line over some sharp oyster shells. I spent almost ten minutes
    subduing the fish and when I reached for the net I could see it was a
    monster. It was well over two feet long and its body was thick. I
    slipped the net under its head and pulled the nine pound six ounce
    fish into the boat. It was the biggest flounder I’d ever
    caught.

    “You must be good luck, Charlie. This is my

    biggest ever. Wait until Jenny sees this.” I backed the hook
    out of its jaw and carefully lifted the fish into the live well. It
    flopped wildly, but there was no escaping the deep well. I moved the
    boat out to the waterway to repeat the drift and we continued
    fishing. This time Charlie picked up a fish, another big one; roughly
    two-thirds as big as mine, but still a very respectable fish. I took
    a photo with my phone and we tried another drift. We had four keepers
    by the time we decided to call it a day.

    We were home on the

    dock relaxing with some cold beer when Andrea and Allison ran out the
    dock to join us. Lady overtook them about halfway, almost knocking
    them into the marsh. “Did you catch anything, Daddy?”
    Charlie grinned as I removed the fish from the live well to the
    cleaning table I’d installed. Charlie actually caught three of
    the four keepers. That’s the way it is sometimes. The fish have
    no idea who’s on the end of the rod. Amateur or pro, it makes
    no difference.

    The girls ran back to the house, Lady on their

    heels to fetch their mother. Toni and Jenny joined us, Toni ecstatic
    at her husband’s fishing prowess. I sharpened my knife while
    they took pictures then I filleted the four fish in about ten
    minutes, dumping the skin and skeletons into the swiftly moving water
    where crabs and small fish would make short work of them. I sometimes
    thought of this as the baitfish’s revenge on the big
    predators.

    Jenny and I baked the fish for dinner and after we

    were treated to a fashion show. Andrea and Allison modeled Myrtle
    Beach hoodies, tee shirts and shorts as well as some fashionable
    outfits. Toni and Jenny also modeled what they had bought. Then came
    the swimsuits and I thought Charlie would flip. They had all bought
    skimpy bikinis and, while they did look great, I wouldn’t want
    my daughters showing so much skin either. “Doug, pray for sons.
    It’ll be a lot easier; believe me.” I laughed. I
    understood exactly what he was telling me.

    We had a wonderful

    time that week, taking the boat to the beach, going to the driving
    range to laugh at Charlie’s feeble attempts to hit the ball,
    eating in restaurants and going to live theater like the Carolina
    Opry and the Alabama Theater. It was after one of those evenings when
    the girls were in bed that Charlie told us that he and Toni felt
    guilty that we were spending so much money on them.

    “Please,

    don’t,” I replied. “Did you ever hear about a guy
    who invented a super-efficient gasoline engine and the oil companies
    paid him millions not to develop and market it?” They nodded in
    response. “That’s an urban myth,” I continued.
    “However, something similar happened to me. I get my best ideas
    when I’m asleep. One morning about five years ago I woke up
    with an idea to write a program unlike anything ever done before. I
    can’t tell you exactly what it is, but I was able to use it for
    about two years of testing and I made millions because of it. I made
    so much that the federal government investigated. The investigation
    was supposed to be confidential, but someone tipped a major company.
    I’m talking Fortune 50 or bigger. They wanted to buy it for
    their own use and their initial offer was $500 million.” They
    gasped.

    “I turned that down, but I did accept their

    ultimate offer of 1.5 billion. Of course, I had to pay taxes so I
    wound up with somewhat less. The company wanted to expand their use
    of the program and I met with them while we were in New York. They
    paid me fifty million for roughly two week’s work so; please,
    don’t worry about our spending money. We have it and it gives
    us a great deal of pleasure to spend it on our friends.”

    We

    asked Andrea about her plans after graduating high school. She was
    going to be a senior in the coming school year. “I want to go
    to Villanova, but it’s so expensive.”

    “I was

    able to get financial aid at Harvard and MIT and I think you’ll
    be able to get some from Villanova, too. I hope you apply and ask for
    assistance. I think you’ll do well.” Jenny and I waved as
    they left early Saturday morning a week later. However, we knew we’d
    see them again in just three weeks.

    They’d asked if we

    were going to take a vacation. I’d kept my plans a secret to
    surprise Jenny, but between her pressure and questions from Andrea
    and Allison I gave in. “Four nights in London followed by five
    nights in Paris then we’ll take the train to Amsterdam for a
    river cruise down the Rhine, Main, and Danube to Budapest. All told
    it will take us just under a month.” I was about to ask Jenny
    if that was okay with her, but the expression on her face told me
    everything I needed to know. Her eyes were as big as saucers.

    “Are

    you taking Lady,” Allison asked.

    “No, we can’t.

    Countries have rules that require quarantine for animals to prevent
    the spread of disease so I think we’ll have to board her with
    her trainer.” I had barely gotten the words out of my mouth
    when Andrea and Allison were all over their parents, begging to be
    allowed to take care of Lady while we were gone. “I can’t
    ask you to do that. It’ll be a lot of work and time.”

    “You’re

    not asking us, Doug. We’re asking you.”

    I had no

    answer so I looked to Charlie for help. “Actually, that sounds
    like a good idea. I think we should do it.” That’s when I
    decided I could kill two birds with one stone. The Monday after they
    left I telephoned the President of Villanova University asking for an
    appointment. “It’s about a sizable gift for the
    university,” I told the secretary. Not surprisingly I got an
    appointment with no difficulty.

    We drove to Philadelphia two

    days before we were scheduled to fly to Europe, staying overnight
    just outside Philly. I had an appointment at 9:30 the following
    morning and we were shown into the president’s office almost
    immediately. I got right down to business after introductions. “We’re
    willing to donate twenty million dollars to the university, but I’ll
    tell you up front that there are some conditions. However, I doubt
    that you’ll find them much of a problem. First, we expect a
    receipt, but other than that you’ll record and publicize it as
    an anonymous gift. Second, you will receive an application from an
    Andrea Blasi who will be a senior at St. Anthony in Jersey City this
    coming year. She’s a straight ‘A’ student and a
    wonderful young woman. We want her to be accepted and given a full
    scholarship. We’ll give you an additional $300,000 to cover
    that expense. I’ve had our attorney prepare a simple agreement
    stating exactly what I’ve told you. Jenny and I have already
    signed and the signatures have been notarized. I have a certified
    check in my pocket that we’ll sign over once you’ve
    agreed.” I pulled the two copies from my briefcase and showed
    them to him.

    “What’s your interest in this?”

    I

    explained how we had met Charlie and Toni and how we became friends.
    Mostly, we talked about what a wonderful person Andrea was and how we
    wanted her to have the best educational experience possible. I pulled
    out the check made payable to Jenny and me. He seemed to be amazed.
    “You’re obviously a good friend. I agree.&rd

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  • Homeless Jenny: Part 4
    Homeless Jenny: Part 4 
    Jenny confronts her
    stepfather then we take a long honeymoon!

    by Sénor

    Longo. Listen to the
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    After

    lunch we walked together along the waterfront, watching the ferry to
    Bridgeport dock, disgorge its cargo of cars and trucks then fill its
    decks with those waiting to cross the Sound. The ferry was a great
    alternative to driving into and through New York City before heading
    north. I had always used the ferry when going to Boston or Cambridge,
    saving two or more hours and a boatload of hassle every time.

    Mom

    gave us a ride back to the station at 3:40 for the 4:06 train back to
    Penn Station. I was pleased to see Mom and Jenny hug before we
    climbed the ladder onto the train. We waved to Mom as the train
    pulled out.

    “Did Mom say something to you while you were

    hugging?”

    “Yes, she gave me some

    advice.”

    “Oh?”

    “Yes, she told

    me you were nothing like your father. I already knew that. I can’t
    see you ever cheating and I know I would never cheat on you so I
    guess we’re stuck with each other, forever.”

    I

    leaned in for a kiss that lasted longer than it should considering
    where we were then I whispered in Jenny’s ear, “I
    certainly hope so.” Jenny didn’t have to answer. Her eyes
    said all I needed to know.

    We had just changed trains in

    Huntington when I mentioned to Jenny that I thought we should get her
    a car. She seemed to think about it for a minute then chimed in,
    “Okay, but not a Honda. Your car is okay, better than okay, but
    after spending so many years barely getting by I’d like to
    splurge, get something a little extravagant. Is that okay?”

    “Of

    course; we can go out and look as soon as we’re back home.”
    Jenny kissed me then whispered in my ear and I knew I was the
    luckiest man on the planet. She planned to prove it as soon as we
    were in our room.

    I stopped at reception to ask if they had a

    doctor on staff. Luckily, they did and I asked for an appointment
    tomorrow morning. I received a phone call fifteen minutes later
    telling me that Dr. St. Claire would come to my room at 11:30
    tomorrow morning and that he wanted to know what the problem was so
    he could be prepared. “Tell him my arm is in a sling because of
    a knife wound I received last Saturday night. I want to make sure
    there’s no infection and have the bandages changed.” I
    was assured that he would receive the message.

    Jenny had a

    smile on her face as she led me to the bedroom. She had just removed
    my shoes and socks when my cell rang. I looked at the screen and
    wondered, who the hell is Frank Garcia? I answered thinking it might
    be the doctor. I hadn’t been paying much attention to his name.
    My caller was a detective for the NYPD who wanted to meet with me
    tomorrow morning, saying he had news regarding my assault and battery
    case. I suggested he meet us at reception at 8:30 and we’d
    treat him to breakfast. He nixed the breakfast, but did say he’d
    accept a cup of coffee. I had just ended the call in time. I could
    see that Jenny was getting impatient.

    “You were right,

    Doug; it was a long day. I enjoyed being with your mother, but the
    ride back was really boring.”

    “The Long Island

    Railroad is strictly a commuter line. There are people who do that
    very trip five days a week; the price of living in that area, I
    guess.”

    “Where did you live when you were

    working?”

    “Closer in, much closer in; I lived and

    worked in Hicksville which is on another line. There are three;
    North, Central, and South.”

    “Interesting, but not

    now; I have my mind on something else.” She almost tore the
    clothes from my body and a minute later hers followed. “Now,
    don’t forget who’s doing the doing.” I just laughed
    as she gently lowered me to the bed. I lay in the center of the big
    king bed with my right arm out to the side, exactly as instructed
    while Jenny showed me just how much she loved me. She rubbed her
    swimsuit model’s body over mine, her nipples moving into my
    mouth and hand as we kissed and kissed and groped each other
    unashamedly.

    I had two fingers in her, my thumb on her hard

    swollen clit as she stroked me furiously. There was a time in the not
    so distant past when that was my only means of relief. A lot had
    changed since Jenny had come into my life. I’d hoped to marry,
    but never imagined it would be to a goddess like Jenny. It was all I
    could do to resist pulling her onto my rod, that’s how hot I
    was for her. She must have been clairvoyant because just seconds
    later she moved up onto my body and rubbed me into her dripping slit.
    I had closed my eyes, but heard her moan as she slid down until our
    bodies met.

    I couldn’t help myself; I began to move with

    her, driving my cock as deeply into her as humanly possible. Jenny
    was right; it was a very long day and my arm didn’t make it any
    easier. It felt as though I was being stabbed over and over as the
    day progressed. However, what I was feeling now with my wonderful
    wife was worth everything I had endured.

    Let’s face it;

    there are only so many variations for sex. Sure there’re oral
    and anal, although I didn’t find the thought of that terribly
    appealing, and there’s genital sex. I’d had plenty of
    manual sex over the twenty-plus years before meeting Jenny. In spite
    of the obvious limitations, sex with Jenny was never dull. She had
    such energy and so much love to share that I was never bored. Tonight
    was as exciting as ever even though I was exhausted. The pain in my
    arm had given me a miserable night’s sleep. I’d slept
    through the night, but Jenny had told me I was tossing and turning
    the entire time.

    Jenny tried something new on me tonight,

    flexing her vaginal muscles and squeezing my cock like never before.
    “Oh God!” I was practically screaming as I came and came
    again until Jenny covered my mouth with hers. She covered my face
    with kisses once I had settled down. I could barely speak, but
    somehow I managed to croak, “You didn’t.”

    “That’s

    not important. You’ll get me tomorrow. I know how tired you
    are. Why don’t we get room service? That’s something I
    always wanted to do.”

    “What about Lady? She has to

    eat and we have to put her out.”

    “I can do both. I

    know it’s dark, but I won’t go into the park and I’ll
    have Lady with me.” I thought about it for a minute before
    struggling to get out of bed. “I’ll come with you then a
    quick shower and we can call down for food. How does that sound?”
    Jenny gave me a sour look, but helped me to get up and dress. I fed
    Lady and ten minutes later we stood together in the park. Several
    young toughs walked nearby, but continued past us when Lady growled.
    One group even recognized Lady from the TV news as they shouted,
    “Nice going, man,” and other congratulatory remarks. All
    the same I was pleased when we were safely inside the Plaza’s
    lobby.

    We ordered steaks, probably the best choice for room

    service, baked potatoes, and a pitcher of iced tea. It was served on
    our coffee table as I signed the bill, but gave the server his tip in
    cash. Jenny and I ate quietly, but a few minutes later she asked,
    “What do you think the police want?”

    “Not

    sure, but I don’t think they want to arrest me. If they did the
    detective wouldn’t have phoned. He would have been here waiting
    for me. He said he has some info on the case so I guess we’ll
    find out in the morning.” Room service sounds romantic, but the
    food is often cold by the time it’s delivered. Tonight it was
    okay, but it was better than going out. We ate, showered together as
    we did every night, and climbed into bed, Jenny, as always, on my
    left side with her head on my chest. I lay back on the pillow and was
    gone in seconds.


    CHAPTER 12.

    There were two men in

    cheap suits standing in front of reception as we walked up.
    “Detective Garcia,” I asked.

    “Dr. Preston,

    good of you to see us. This is my partner, Tim Rooney.” I shook
    hands lefty and introduced Jenny. We walked together into the Plaza’s
    food court where we were seated in a booth. Jenny and I ordered
    breakfast and they ordered coffee even though I invited them to join
    us.

    “At these prices I’d be broke in less than a

    week. What kind of work do you do, Dr. Preston?”

    “Actually,

    Det. Rooney; I’m officially retired although I did get an
    assignment to write a short program last week. That’s what I
    do; write computer programs. I wrote all the programs in the ‘Idiot’
    series.”

    “Those are really good. I used one to

    learn Spanish.”

    “Yeah, but you still speak with an

    Irish accent. I can barely understand you.”

    “What

    would you know? You were born in Brooklyn; talk about an
    accent!”

    Jenny and I laughed. “I suspect life with

    you two is never dull.”

    “We have to make jokes

    when we can,” Det. Garcia explained. “Sometimes our work
    can be really morbid. Why don’t we get to business?” He
    stopped for a moment to stir some real cream into his coffee. “Mmmm,
    that’s good. Okay, we got the report from the vet on your dog.
    I’m sure you know it came back clean. We learned that your
    assailant was high on meth; methamphetamine. He’s still in
    Bellevue in the prison ward and his arm is a mess. The doctors put
    several screws in it, but they still think he’ll have trouble
    for the rest of his life. Of course, the whole thing was entirely his
    fault so I doubt that any of us have even a tiny bit of
    sympathy.

    “We’ve spoken to the DA in charge of the

    case and he’ll go to the Grand Jury next week. There’s no
    reason for you to attend or testify, but I can tell you that he’s
    going for attempted murder in addition to assault with a deadly
    weapon. There’ll be some other charges thrown in; there always
    are. I have your cell number so I can contact you, if
    necessary.”

    “Do you think I’ll have to

    testify? And Jenny?”

    “It’s hard to say. It

    might go to a plea bargain because he has no criminal record. This
    guy had a great job on Wall Street so he has plenty of money; maybe
    too much. I assume your suit was ruined. Any idea how much it cost?
    We’ll ask the judge for you to be compensated for your
    loss.”

    “Actually, I do know. I had just bought

    that suit from a tailor in Hong Kong. It cost me $3,000 and the shirt
    was $250, both of them custom made for me. I’m more concerned
    with Jenny’s dress. She tried to stop the bleeding and it was
    covered with blood. I gave it to the hotel for cleaning so I expect
    to get it back today. It was brand new, just bought that day. Do you
    remember what you paid, Jen?”

    “Yes, just over

    $2,000 with tax, unfortunately. I loved that dress.”

    “Well,

    if it’s ruined we can see about getting a replacement. We can
    go to the store and ask them to order one just like it.” Jenny
    responded by leaning over to kiss my cheek. The detectives left a few
    minutes later, but not before Det. Rooney said, “I wouldn’t
    mind getting a dog like this for my family. Mind telling me what you
    paid for her.”

    “I think a shelter pet is more in

    your future. Lady cost me $65,000.”

    Garcia laughed like

    hell as he slid out of the booth. “Tim, get a goldfish and I’ll
    spring for a bowl.”
    They shook hands with me and left, still
    laughing.

    “They seem like good guys, Doug.”

    “Yeah,

    they probably are, but I don’t envy them their jobs. They see
    the worst of humanity every single day. We had a neighbor who was a
    cop when I was growing up. His wife couldn’t stand the
    uncertainty of his going to work and never knowing for sure if he was
    coming home alive or in a box. She left him and took his three kids.
    A few months later he took his own life. I can still remember the
    sound of the shotgun in the middle of the night.” Jenny’s
    eyes showed the shock she was experiencing.

    We finished

    breakfast and returned to the suite just in time to see the bellman
    walking down the hall with her dress. Jenny took it out of the
    plastic bag, but even I could see that they were unable to remove the
    bloodstain completely. Jenny was almost in tears when I asked her for
    the receipt. A minute later I was on the phone with the store. I
    explained what had happened and, like everyone else in the city, the
    manager had seen the report on the news. She said she would have to
    contact the supplier, but would get back to me as soon as possible,
    probably sometime this afternoon.

    After ending the call I sat

    in the easy chair and gazed out the window. “What would you
    like to do this afternoon? I think we should do some sightseeing.
    Most of the people who live here have never been to the top of the
    Empire State Building or taken a cruise around Manhattan. There’s
    also the American Museum of Natural History only a few blocks away or
    the Central Park Zoo. It’s one of the world’s
    best.”

    “Let’s wait until the doctor has

    examined you. I’m not taking any chances with your health.”
    And then in what I was sure was her sternest voice, “And
    neither are you. I’m planning on growing very old with you,
    having lots of kids and even more grandkids. We’ll have other
    opportunities to sightsee.” Then to show me how serious she was
    she leaned down to kiss me.

    It was almost eleven when the maid

    knocked. Jenny answered the door and the maid said she would return
    later. “No, come in, please; just take care of the bedroom and
    bathroom today.” I rose and gave her a ten dollar tip. This was
    a big suite and I always tipped the maid every day. I didn’t
    think that ten bucks was too much when the suite was running me
    $5,000 a night.

    Jenny and I relaxed as we waited for the

    doctor to arrive. Fortunately, he was a few minutes early. He handed
    Jenny a card that gave his name as Henri St. Claire, M.D., Internal
    Medicine, with a Park Avenue address. He explained that he was
    technically retired, but kept his hand in by working when needed for
    the hotel. Taking note of my sling he asked me to remove it so he
    could examine the wound.

    “Ah, I see the doctor inserted

    a drain,” he said once he had peeled the bandage away from my
    skin. “That was an excellent idea. These days these kids who
    think they’re practicing medicine don’t take the time or
    effort to do things right. It will take only a few minutes to remove
    it.” Digging into his bag he removed several paper towels and
    dropped a long thin flexible tube that he pulled from the wound into
    them, dropping the mess into a waste basket. Then, using his nose, he
    sniffed all around the stitches before nodding with
    satisfaction.

    “Had there been an infection there would

    be an odor of mortification, of the decaying pus created by the body
    fighting off the bacteria. That’s the biggest concern with a
    knife wound. I’ll bandage it again for you and all you’ll
    have to do is see your own physician in another week to remove the
    stitches. Do you need any additional pain medication?”

    “No,

    I still have some and I prefer not to use them. They make me woozy
    and I can’t stand it. What about this sling? Do I have to use
    it?”

    “I think you might wear it for another few

    days until you get home again. The city is crowded and you could be
    jostled.” I was dejected by that, but Jenny was elated. She was
    going to take care of me even if it killed me. Dr. St. Claire was
    with me about twenty minutes and left, telling me that his charges of
    $250 would be added to my hotel bill. I thanked him as he strode out
    the door.

    “See; I told you to wear that sling.”

    “I

    give up; you win.” I was a bit dejected until Jenny carefully
    replaced my arm into the sling then wrapped her hands around my head
    and kissed me deeply. The kiss went on and on until she broke it,
    asking if we could still make it to the zoo. I got my backpack from
    the closet and put Lady’s bowl into it even though I knew there
    were places for dogs to drink where we were going.

    It was

    still morning so I suggested we go up to the Bronx. “We have
    plenty of time so why don’t we go to the Bronx Zoo. It’s
    bigger and; I think; better than the one in Central Park.”
    Jenny agreed, saying that she would defer to me since I had much more
    experience here than she did.

    Once out on the street we

    crossed over Central Park South so Lady could take care of business
    then we walked a few blocks east until we reached the subway station
    for the 5 train. Using my credit card I bought a Metro Card with six
    trips on it, paying for Lady even though I knew she would be entitled
    to a free passage. The trip north took less than thirty minutes. We
    walked up onto East Tremont Avenue very close to the Asia Gate of the
    Bronx Zoo. I knew this area well; it was where my father had often
    brought me years ago before I learned that he was a serial
    cheater.

    Jenny and I had a ball. She loved the zoo and many of

    the children asked if they could pet Lady. The highlight of the day
    came when we accidentally stumbled onto feeding time for the tigers.
    The trainer dropped a huge slab of what I assumed was horsemeat into
    an empty cage. It was on the left of three in a row. He lifted and
    dropped a door that led outside from the center cage. About three
    minutes later a tiger; a BIG tiger walked in and turned toward the
    meat. Once he was in a door we hadn’t noticed before dropped
    between the two cages, sealing that one away. Next the trainer
    dropped another slab into the cage on the far right. The door outside
    dropped a few more times and an even bigger tiger walked in, moving
    immediately toward the meat. Soon that cage was isolated, leaving
    only the center cage empty. The process was repeated, but everyone
    present gasped when this tiger walked through the door. It looked to
    be twice the size of the first.

    “Excuse me, sir,”

    I asked as I approached him while we exited. “Do you know how
    much that tiger weighs? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a
    cat that big before.”

    “You’re probably

    right. He’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen, too. He was
    weighed a few months ago, 619 pounds. Did you know that the tiger is
    the largest cat, followed by the lion and the jaguar third? They’re
    all capable of being man eaters, but the tiger is the worst, by far.”
    Jenny and I thanked him and went on our way, eager to see what was
    next in line down the path.

    We finished around five and left

    through the same Asia Gate to the subway. Jenny was confused when we
    walked onto the platform for the number 2 train. “Doug, didn’t
    we take the 5 train this morning?”

    “Yeah, we did,

    but this one will bring us closer to our restaurant. We’re
    going to the Carnegie Deli for dinner. I think you’ll like it.”
    Walking up to the street level at 59th West meant that we were about
    four blocks from the deli. Blocks in Manhattan were about three times
    as long going east and west as they were going north and south. Even
    at this hour with the sidewalks crowded with workers on their way
    home, the trip only took us twenty minutes.

    We were given a

    table by the window. I ordered without even looking at the menu.
    “We’ll split a Zorba and a hot pastrami sandwich, two
    cream sodas, and can we get some water for my dog?”

    The

    waitress had just left when Jenny whispered, “Doug, splitting a
    salad and a sandwich? Are you sure?”

    I leaned across the

    table to kiss her. “Trust me. You’ll have more than
    enough to eat and we’ll definitely want to save room for
    dessert.” I had just placed Lady’s bowl on the floor by
    the edge of the table when the waitress returned with two tall
    glasses filled with ice and the light amber cream soda along with two
    with water that she told me were at room temperature. Those she
    poured into Lady’s bowl. Lady looked to Jenny for permission to
    drink, receiving it just as the waitress returned with a huge Greek
    salad and two bowls.

    I made an attempt to toss the salad and

    spooned a healthy portion into Jenny’s bowl. There was still
    some left

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