What would it take to live the life you seek?

What do you think would make you complete?

A life of works?

A life of pleasure?

A life worth remembering?

A life without error?

We go along always hoping for the best

Never realizing what is next

To wake up with a place to go

People to meet

And some reason to live some more

But some sit idle waiting for something to arrive

All the while thinking this is it, at least i tried

So you can wallow at the things never done

The things you thought you wanted but never won

There was a life you thought to seek

But sometimes dreams die because they wont make you complete

So what to do when there seems like there's nothing to attain?

Lay and bed feel the dark skies turn to rain

Arise for days more assured

When success is set to rise

And practicality can be surmised

When what can be done is within reach

There is still time to do things,

There is still time to seek

What would it take for you find something for yourself?

Just get started

for something

for someplace else.

VICTOR

Libraries are supposed to be quiet places, but reading has never been a quiet experience for me.

I sit in a cushy chair by the back window overlooking a peaceful golf course, yet the cries of warriors and the whispers of spies ring loud, their fetid breath warm across my skin. The wind roars, trying to push me over. Rain streams through my hair and drips off my chin, cold and electric. Steel slashes, and I can taste it.

The page turns, new letters leaping to draw more details, but they freeze as my attention is ripped away by approaching footsteps.

They aren’t the normal tap-tap-tap. The left one lags, accompanied by the sound of mallets trilling on a xylophone, eight quick strikes each time the toes touch down.

I would know that tread anywhere.

“Victor, did you read that entire series while sitting there?” Jasper gestures at the seven books stacked on the table beside me.

“No, I have twenty pages left.”

“Just my luck, I’d get assigned a word nerd for a teammate,” he grumbles. Buried in his tone I hear a chorus of tubas, all almost out of breath. It matches his exaggerated shoulder slump, as if he’s given up.

“I’m just as fortunate to have a teammate who doesn’t know the meaning of the word stealth,” I return, and his pale, freckle-covered skin reddens.

My eyes swivel back to my book. I really want to find out what happens next, but the words don’t paint or sing when Jasper stares.

“Did you enjoy community service?”

His laugh sounds like a flatulent bassoon. “If anyone enjoys cleaning discs returned to the library, I’d like to meet them. Seriously, how does a DVD get covered in cake batter and cat pee? You shouldn’t have left me to get caught.”

I shrug. “Lapis said you were doing something stupid and I shouldn’t interfere.”

A memory surfaces, sharper than the present. Warm mist forms a blanket in font of my face, Jasper at my side as we hide behind a tangle of redwood roots. We’re supposed to recover the latest relic, but governmental authorities made it here first. Lapis calls it complicated.

“And you always do what Lapis says.” Jasper rolls his eyes.

I shrug again. “She’s never wrong. She told us to stay put in those roots.”

He plops down in the chair next to mine, calling a glare from the librarian at the desk twenty yards away. A smirk grows behind my book. Even if I’d have been the one to plop, her warning still likely would have sought out Jasper. Tall with fiery-colored hair and irises so green they seem to glow, Jasper draws the eye long before I do.

He grins at the librarian until she turns to help someone. She wouldn’t be so quick to look away if she could see the real us.

“One of those idiots was about to touch the relic, and you know how much some of those things don’t like to be touched.”

“You know how much Lapis prefers to be obeyed.” I start another shrug, then realize I’ve already done that twice, and if I keep it up, Jasper will accuse me of being a robot with limited, unimaginative programming.

So I purposely try not to shrug, but my right shoulder gets the memo a bit late. Now I look like a broken robot.

Maybe I should be as strict with my shoulders as Lapis is with us. She says obedience is absolute, that many times it’s the difference between life and death, but Jasper rarely remembers anything she says.

Has he learned that lesson since she let him get caught? Since she had him go through the system? He says his light sentence is because of his leg, but I know that was Lapis’ doing, too. She just wanted to keep him busy, bored, and out of the way while she cleaned up the mess.

Jasper still rants, a piccolo playing The Bumblebee. “Even if the relic wouldn’t have hurt them, we’re supposed to keep alien tech out of the hands of the populace. It always goes bad in the long run.”

I glance at the stack of books I just read. They weave a tale of AI taking over the world. So far the rebel leader’s actions have only brought more destruction, and I don’t really see how he can fix everything in the twenty pages he has left.

“Just look at them now with the measly tech they’ve come up with themselves,” Jasper goes on, “mindlessly staring at screens and walking into trees. They lose their sense of purpose, the satisfaction in doing real things.”

Arms crossed in an attempt to prevent any more shrugs, I ask, “Do you think it’s the tech that’s bad, or humanity?”

“Whoa, that’s a deep topic for before lunch. Where’s Lapis?”

I feel the shrug building but manage to clamp down on it this time. “She said to wait here.”

“Of course she did. You know what this place really needs? A jacuzzi.”

“That would only encourage people to get the books wet."

I stare at my page, rereading the first sentence again and again. Don’t listen to him; focus on the music of everything else.

Strings play a staccato hum. Something’s off. My eye’s flick to Jasper as he stiffens.

“You smell that?”

Probably not, but Jasper’s nose is never wrong.

***

ELSEWHERE

Like a baby taking its first breath, a flame hisses, vibrant, full of potential. It doesn’t know why it’s here, but it’s hungry.

It sashays on the end of a match, flickering as fingers let go. As it falls, it snaps at the air, fighting to exist, ready to devour.

She is its mother. She brought it into being, and she sends it out into the world. She smiles as the tiny, struggling flame finds the trail she prepared—powdered accelerant sprinkled from shelf to shelf, room to room, floor to floor. The fire will eat, and it will grow.

It will destroy. People will term it a monster, but not even that moniker can deny a mother’s love, especially if this child flame can accomplish her most cherished wish.

The fire will finally take her home.

***

To be continued...

A Curious Child 2

Mom was in the strange old dusty cluttered shop that Spyros Manos had stopped at for a coffee break on his "out of the way tour" he had taken them on this morning. Spyros had leisurely walked them all over the town that morning. Gramps did remember some of the tour but many places were either new to him or he had never bothered to go in that direction and he was having the time of his life.

Mom was having a time checking out the bracelets and picking out abut a dozen for the ladies in her garden club. Looking at her son eyeing the big jar of colorful Jordan Almonds on the top shelf. The shop owner got a sturdy stool and lifted the container down off the shelf. He opened the jar and gave a blue candy to her son. When it comes to candy, most people fit into two categories either you savor your candy, or you devour it immediately. Their son, Tomaso was a savoriest. He rolled the almond candy around in his mouth until the blue coating had reached the white coating over the almond. The shopkeeper delighted in the smile that appeared on Tomaso's face as he bit into the almond. Tomaso then signaled to the shopkeeper he would purchase a pound of mixed colors. Tomaso also asked for a small colorful pink flowered cloth bag with a blue string tie. After paying the shopkeeper he put the candies into the cloth bag. Now this was a curious thing for a ten year old boy to do so Mom asked why he bought the bag and candies. "I bought these because they are my Grandma's favorite. Every time I placed one in my mouth it made me think of Grandma. They were perfectly made...just the right amount of everything." answered Tomaso.

Out at the table where Pops and Grandma were enjoying a cup of coffee Tomaso presented his gift. Grandma was thrilled at the gift presented to her and said she would save some to make Jordan Almond Crusted Chicken again. Pops said he was jealous because he had not had Jordan Almond Crusted Chicken since he left home for the Navy when he was eighteen. "No need to be jealous we'll make enough for all when we return home." laughed Grandma.

"Speaking of food, it's eleven thirty and we had better stroll back to the restaurant. My Grandfather will be there with his fresh spinach waiting for Tomaso's private lesson in making Spanakopita." said Spyros.

Grandfather was there in the kitchen where he had finished his phyllo dough about a half hour ago. He welcomed Tomaso into the kitchen and shooed everyone else out except for cook and waiter. Grandfather introduced himself to Tomaso as Spiro Tomaso Manos.

"You may address me as Chef Manos and I will address you as Chef Balli. Now I will have the cook send out a plate of raw vegetables to your parents and grandparents and my grandson Spyros so they will stay out of our kitchen.

I heard that you bought some Almonds for your Grandma to take home to make a chicken dish. I would hope that you would send me that recipe when you get home. I am a very modern Grandfather and have learned the modern ways of using the internet. My e-mail address is : ChefManos1@gmail.com. See it is very easy. You will write your address down for me on this card if you have the permission from your parents then we can write to each other."

Chef Manos began by showing Tomaso how to make his own phyllo dough. While Tomaso's dough was resting for forty five minutes. Chef Manos brought out his dough and showed Tomaso how to roll and turn and roll the dough to get the thinness desired so the dish would come out flaky.

" Continue rolling making the dough thinner and thinner each time. Move your hands from the center to the sides to keep even pressure and help in spreading and thinning the dough. The thickness of the phyllo dough depends on what you will be using it for. If you are making a spinach pie, then the dough is rolled out a little bit thicker than if you are making a feta cheese pie. Today we will make a spinach pie. “

They got together the ingredients for the filling: red onions, garlic, rough chopped spinach, feta cheese, fresh eggs, butter and nutmeg along with salt and pepper to taste. Chef Manos continued to show young Chef Balli how to add the layers of phyllo and filling until only the phyllo remained then a final of brushed butter on top. It went into the oven for an hour. The senior chef and younger chef then made another Spanakopita using the phyllo dough Tomaso had made. It was much easier for Tomaso this time and it went into the oven.

The two went out into the backyard where Chef Manos had a smoke and coffee. Tomaso had a coffee with milk and sugar in a tall glass. Chef Manos offered Tomaso a puff which he tried then said: " I may or may not smoke when I grow up but it is out of the question for another eight years."

Chef Manos laughed then said they better go look at the first Spanakopita. It was done and announced that in fifteen minutes lunch would be served. Everyone ate heartily.

After lunch Spyros discretely asked Tomaso if he and Grandfather had gone outside for coffee and a smoke. Tomaso said yes and told his Grandfather he may or may not smoke when he grow up but it was out of the question for another eight years. Spyros said he waited until he was twenty and on his own.

©Julia A Knaake

Do you remember how we met?

It was in Joes bar.

The music was blaring some stupid pop song when I finally saw you. As soon as your eyes found mine I knew I needed to have you.

My dick twitched, agreeing with me.

You were that fucking gorgeous that I stumbled over my words when I spoke to you. We talked about the shit music. The boredom. We'd come out for some excitement and ended up in a bar full of bouncing idiots.

I never asked your name.

I was too distracted by the shine in your beautiful eyes. The curves of your body called out to me. Forcing my cock to harden and strain against the rough denim if my jeans.

I had mentally cursed myself for going commando, but that's what happens when you forget to do laundry.

You told me you were hot, fanning your face. I instantly agreed with you.

"You're right." I'd whispered into your ear.

"You're so fucking hot. But I bet I can make you sweat."

I expected you to laugh at my cheesy line. But you blushed. That only made me need you more. You went on to correct me, or yourself.

"I'm actually hot." You said. "Like the opposite of cold. Get some air?"

Of course I agreed with you. I followed you out. My little secret; I loved watching you. I stared at your arse as it swayed from side to side with your steps.

My hand itching to slap and grab.

But I was a gentleman.

I waited.

We didn't really talk when we got outside. We went round the back of the club, to the alley down there. You leant against the cold, damp wall.

And you just looked at me.

Those eyes held beauty that even an artist couldn't capture. And they bored into mine with an intensity unheard of.

Do you really blame me for what happened next?

I stepped close to you, and gently pushed my hands into your hair. I brought my lips close to yours, but I held back on the contact. You could feel my breath against your own lips. And I waited only seconds for your consent, when I saw your breath hitch.

You were excited. The same as me. Your chest heaved, your nipples became hard.

So can you blame me when I crashed my mouth against yours.

I slid my tongue against yours in a passionate kiss, and soon things became more intense.

You lifted your leg up to my waist so I had no choice to pull it higher and grip it there.

I sucked your bottom lip into my mouth and gently bit down on it. Your whimper did it to me. That sexy noise from your mouth turned me into a beast.

I'm sorry for ripping your shirt. But I needed to get my mouth on those tits somehow. Taking off the shirt would of took too long.

As I sucked on your erect nipples you moaned, grinding your pussy against my cock. My cock was going through so much torture already.

Did you think I wouldn't pull up your skirt?

I yanked it to your waist and pulled on your underwear hard. It ripped in my hand. I don't think you really cared. You seemed as eager as me.

You gasped out loud when I pulled my hard dick free of its denim prison. I didn't want compliments about it. I just wanted you.

With no hesitation i guided myself to your wet ready hole. You helped. You pushed your hips toward me giving me the final say so. I slammed into your hot tight pussy and you cried out, wrapping your arms around my shoulders.

With one of your legs wrapped around my waist, I pounded into you against the alley wall behind Joes bar.

I fucked you hard and fast. When your moans got really loud, I had to press my hand against your mouth, muffling your hot sex noises.

You came twice before me.

I came so hard.

I've never had an orgasm so great. Never had a fuck so intense. Your friend shouted you from the front. Your ride was here. You ran to her quick. I picked up your red underwear.

I put them in my pocket.

Sorry about that. I hope to find you one day.

Remind you about that time behind Joes bar.

Anyway my name's Jack.

I never got yours.

Maybe we can make new memories one day.

I hold tightly to the scent of you, until it’s completely overtaken by the sugary sweet smell of all of me.

I’m incomplete without it.

You are sunshine, smoke and salt, and without you, all my vanilla sugar cookie clouds are just fluff.

You’re my balance.

My better half, the grumble to my giggles.

You make me a better person, because how could I not strive to be as good as you deserve?

You’re my favorite, my best, and the only forever I’ll ever see.

And the world, for all its bad and baffling and bizarre, is still good and kind and warm, because you are in it.

You are all the words I’ve ever found, and all the words I cannot form. You’re every love song ever written, and the reason there is always a song in my heart.

I can’t say it enough, and I’m incapable of saying it to the full extent it lives in my soul, because there aren’t words that go that deep.

So I’ll just say I love you.

❤️

"Charlie! You better be fucking dressed, I AM taking you out tonight."

Charlie shuddered as he listened to Jasons voice roar through the apartment they shared. He was sure he wasn't ready, but if he was anything, he was a man of his word.

"Yes Jason. I already told you. If only to make you leave me alone, I'll go out tonight."

Jason burst through the bedroom door with a huge grin on his face. His muscled body showing through the tight navy tshirt he wore. His eyes bright, due to the line of cocaine he's snorted in the small spotless kitchen.

"Jason..." Charlie whined, "You took sniff tonight? Thought we were going for a quiet one?"

Jason rubbed his nose and stared into the corner of the room for a few seconds before answering his friend. "Fucks sake Charlie. We won't go mad, but I want to show ya a good night. Taking ya to the blue bamboo. Can't take Charlie out without a bit of Charlie."

With a quick wink and a rub of the ear, Jason leaves the room, and Charlie, alone with his thoughts.

Jess will be at the Blue Bamboo. I'm sure she will. That's the club she started attending when she left me for that Dickhead. I can't go... Maybe if I tell Jason I'm-

"C'mon. Fuck you doing? Taxis here."

Too late.

"Alright Jason. I'm coming."

~~*~~

The taxi ride was quick and boring for Charlie. Jason occasionally sang out lyrics to songs that weren't playing and the driver was in a bad mood. Charlie just hoped she wasn't there. More than anything, he didn't want to see Jess having a great time with her new lover. It was too much for him.

All too soon the taxi stopped and Jason lurched out and right to the front of the line, Charlie hot on his heels.

"Alright, Edmondo. You know you're gonna let me in so lets not play about." Jason burst out at the bouncer. The very big, and black bouncer that certainly didn't look like any kind of Edmondo.

"Jason." the large man nodded and gently pushed the heavy door open for us to pass through. As they passed him into the small Hall where the flashing lights could be seen, and the pounding music could be heard Charlie glimpsed the bouncers name tag. Dwyane.

Jason was such a dick.

By the time they had ordered their drinks Jason was already on the dancefloor with two girls grinding up him. An obvious chick magnet, it never took him long before he pulled.

Charlie sat at the bar, alone, sipping on his lager and imagining what it would be like to be in Jasons shoes for a change.

"Hey there gorgeous, fancy buying a little lady a drink?"

He turned to see where the voice had come from and was surprised somebody like her had approached him.

Her cinnamon waves drifted down her back and over one shoulder, her eyes a fantastic vibrant blue were outlined in grey, smouldering with a come hither look.

Her large breasts and small waist were encased in a bright pink satin mini dress and extremely high silver shoes finished the look off.

She raised an eyebrow in question before a girlish giggle left her lips. He was stunned.

"Of course. Of course I'll buy you a drink, it's my pleasure."

Using a hand to guide the girl by her waist, Charlie pulled her to the bar beside him. The seat next to them already occupied, the beauty took no time at all in choosing her seat. His lap.

Charlie stuttered in a breath but didn't allow his nerves to take control of him. This was a miracle if it wasn't a trick. And he planned on making the most of it.

Inhaling the strawberry scent of her hair,he let himself relax.

Their drinks arrived quickly and she slightly twisted in his lap with her bubblegum coloured cocktail and slowly sucked on her straw. Dirty promises in her eyes.

"My name's April. What's yours?" She continued to suck on her straw, a half smile on her lips.

"Charlie. It's nice to meet you April, that's a beautiful name."

She twisted again, placing her now empty glass on the bar before standing up and pressing her tits against his chest, her legs either side of his left knee, her pussy brushing his thigh. She placed one hand on his chest and the other to the back of his shoulder as she brushed her plump lips against his ear.

"I'm so wet. I want to feel your big hard dick all over me. Take me to the bathroom and I'll show you how a dirty girl begs."

The bathroom door slammed open. Charlie basically carried April as she ground her pussy against him and slid her tongue in his mouth.

He was at a loss for words and actions. He let the gorgeous girl take over and as she slid down his body, her filthy words only begged for more action. His already hard dick, raging. What did people do in a situation like this?

"C'mon Charlie. I've been a bad girl. I'm desperate for your dick to be deep in my throat. Punish me like the naughty slut I am!"

Charlie was choking. The fuck was he supposed to do?

April grabbed him by the shirt collar and basically dragged him into the larger bathroom stall. It took her mere seconds to drop her dress to the dirty ground. Here naked tits showcased her pebbled nipples expertly and as she leant her back against the cubicle wall, she thrust her hips towards him.

"Take them off Charlie. Please. I need you to use my body. Now..."

Charlies beast came forward and he allowed his need to control him. He gripped the black lace of her panties in both hands and dragged them down over her plump arse.

She stood completely naked before him. The gorgeous dirty girl, that begged to be used was stood wearing only silver high heels in a dingy bathroom stall with a fully clothed Charlie.

"On your knees." ripped from Charlies throat. The girl obeyed the instruction straight away, her excited hands shaking as she worked on Charlies zipper. He didn't help her but allowed her to do what she wanted. He was in heaven.

Lust filled eyes stared up at him as his cock finally sprung free. His hardness darker than his natural skin tone. He expected the nice small licks of a first oral encounter. He did not get what he expected.

April circled the large head of his cock with her tongue before pushing the full length deep into her throat. The sound of her slight gagging and lubricated skin against saliva was a huge turn on by its self.

The wet sounds continued as she mouth fucked him for close to a minute. Eventually pulling out the huge wet cock and sliding her tongue against his saliva covered shaft, the dick sliding up her cheeks and against her mouth only turning her on more. She wanted that dick all over her. She wanted it to be in her, sliding on her, and slapping against her.

"I'm a naughty girl Charlie. Tell me what a naughty girl I am." She moans out before filling her mouth with him yet again.

"Aah fuck! You're a naughty girl April. Such a naughty girl that you need to be punished."

She responds by moaning and spreading her knees on the dirty floor. "Yeah, now tell me what a filthy slut I am. Tell me how I'm only worth being used."

Charlie gets into the rhythm quickly, and begins to exceed himself.

"You're a filthy slut. You want to be used and abused so badly. Your body was only made so perfectly so that you could make a man's cock burst so much easier. You're the dirtiest slut around, begging to be used like the peice of meat you are."

Charlie uses his hands in her hair to push his thick swollen cock in and out of the girls pink plump lips. Her hot mouth eagerly taking everything he gives.

"You're a nasty slut! You're loving being treated like this. You love choking on my dick. This strangers dick, don't you?"

He fucks her face harder and faster as she squeezes onto her own aching tits. Her hips circling in need as her pussy juices spread onto her thighs.

Her muffled moans getting louder as he finally releases her hair, his breath coming fast as April spreads her legs wider and plunges two fingers into her dripping cunt. She pounds herself fast when she grabs hold of his throbbing dick yet again. Sticking out her tongue she slaps the huge cock against herself. Imagining slapping it against her swollen clit. And when she occasionally stuffs the cock down her throat, swallowing his girth, she imagines him thrusting his thickness into her soaking needy cunt.

She's close to exploding when the cubicle door creeks open.

April fucks herself fast and her tongue and mouth tease the dick towards torment by the time a voice interrupts them.

"What the fuck!! April?!"

The big muscular man stands in the cubicle doorway while April continues her rhythm. She doesn't stop licking Charlies cock. And Charlie, too close to the edge doesn't try to stop her either.

April looks up into the other mans eyes as she pushes Charlies cock further into her throat. When she releases the cock with a wet pop, she winks.

Charlies eyes are blurred. Too horny to even focus on the voices.

"Hi daddy." April moans, Before sliding the hardness back against her tongue.

The man quickly shuts the door behind him and Charlie was in a state of frozen shock. April gave Charlies cock another couple of licks before turning her head to the huge man in the cubicle.

"I'm sorry daddy, I couldn't help it. I needed him.... And his cock's so nice."

"April! You know daddy needs to punish you now. This was very, very naughty."

"I know." She uses the head of Charlies cock to circle her lips while answering her daddy. "I've been such a naughty girl, I can't help it. I deserve the punishment."

"You!" the large man points at Charlie. "Sit on that seat. We need more room."

Charlie moves fast, and takes a seat on the toilet seat as Craig and April move so that they have the length of the cubicle rather than the only the width.

Within a few fast movements, April is bent over, her face only inches from Charlies chest. The first spank hits hard, echoing in the tiled bathroom of the cheap club toilets and her moaning face lifts up to stare into Charlies. "Oh yeah daddy. Spank me harder. I'm a bad,bad girl."

The second spank comes harder and pushes her closer to Charlie, her moans soon become a mixture hectic, excited moans and groans. It doesn't take Charlie long to realise this is turning him on faster than any porn ever could.

Ten hard spanks later, April's daddy undoes his belt and releases his massive cock from his denim prison. He doesn't need to think about it, and he doesn't need to ask permission from his gorgeous kinky princess, she was more than ready. With one alrighty thrust, he pounds into her.

He repeatedly slams into her tight drooling pussy and as she cries out and her legs give way, he grips onto her small waist tighter.

As his hips slap against her rounded arse cheeks, her moans of ecstasy get too loud.

He looks up to Charlies astonished lust filled face and grounds out, "Shut her the fuck up!"

Charlie grabs the side of her face and whispers to her, as her body jerks back and forth with each powerful thrust.

"Shh, it's OK. Quieten down now. We know you like it, but you must be quiet..."

As her orgasm hits her hard she screams, and her daddy does nothing other than fuck her faster, pushing her face down with a grip on her hair, so that her screams are suddenly muffled by Charlies throbbing dick.

"Fuck her face then!" April's daddy snaps. "She likes to be used."

Charlie does as he's told, knowing an opportunity like this doesn't come around often.

He slowly pulls his thick cock out of her moaning mouth so that the tip is at her lips. He looks at her, she looks like she's being fucked by numerous men, every hole filled. Like she can't take anymore. He fills the excitement bound so that it's brushing his skin, and then he pushes back into her throat. Watching her expression as ecstacy is again rising within her eyes.

That's when things went crazy.

The look of ecstasy in April's eyes were a turn on to Charlie but as his excitement soared he watched her eyes darken and smoulder until even the flesh surrounding her eyes turned black. He didn't understand why he couldn't pull away, he still desperately needed her. Still a slave to his desire.

Her jaw seemed to stretch and his cock was no longer wrapped in the warmth of her mouth, he stared as her teeth seemed to grow long and sharp. Glistening a stark white in the shadows of her mouth.

It was when she snapped her mouth shut again that Charlie reacted. She leant forward and sunk her razor sharp teeth into the Base of his still hard dick.

With a scream, he tried to pull back. He shoved against her head but couldn't find the strength to actually push her away.

April's daddy leant over her, his member still buried in the girl, he slapped a hand against Charlies mouth. Using his own absurd strength to hold the man to the cubicle wall, allowing April to feast upon him.

Charlie began to fade.

His focus blurred but the movements of the dude and April still swayed across his sight.

He could feel April move up his stomach. She was devouring him. The pain wasn't so intense anymore but rather felt warm and ebbing. As if he was dreaming. He briefly wondered if Jason had slipped him something earlier. Maybe he was just high.

It didn't take long for him to come to the realisation that he was dying.

He was almost gone now. He couldn't see other than blurred colours. The man and April were stood. Talking... Just talking.

"Aww, I'm sorry Nathaniel. I couldn't help it." He heard her whimper in a little girl voice.

The mans voice responded in a deeper seemingly louder voice. "That's OK baby. You finish off, then I'll get cleaned up for you. You know I'll look after you. You owe me. As usual."

The pain started again then for Charlie. Straight at his throat. He only wished she'd kill him quicker.

The tension was there. It was always there. You could feel it permeate their small apartment the moment you walked into it. It was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Tina stayed in the room she shared with her brother Tim. If you weren’t seen they couldn’t take their wrath out on you so the children tried to be seen as little as possible.

Tina’s parents fought constantly. The shouting matches were a regular event. They argued over the fact that Tina’s dad has been out of work for over 6 months. They argued over little tendencies that annoyed them. They argued over bills. They argued over trivialities. Tina thought that they must have been in love once, but she couldn’t remember when that time was. Tina and her brother just wanted it to stop. The children did not know anything about religion, but they did see someone praying in a movie once and didn’t know what else to do so they gave it a shot. Tina and her brother got down on their knees and not knowing anything about prayer etiquette just said simply, “God, please make them stop”.

The next morning a Police Officer showed up at their house. Tina watched from her room as the Police Officer spoke to her mother. After the Police Office had finished speaking, Tina’s mother began to sob uncontrollably. She called the children out. She got down on her knees so that she could look them in the eye and after composing herself she explained that their daddy left the house last night, got drunk, got into a fight that got out of hand and now was dead.

The children started crying. They cried and didn’t stop. Tina felt guilty. It was her fault that her daddy was dead because of the prayer she prayed. She prayed that the fighting would stop and now it would. Her parents would never argue again because her daddy was dead.

“I’m sorry mommy, it’s all my fault. I didn’t mean to do it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Tina said frantically.

“Didn’t mean to do what?” Her mother asked trying her best to sound calm and soothing.

“I prayed that God would stop you and daddy from yelling at each other and he did.” Tina replied sobbing.

“God didn’t kill daddy.” Tina’s mother said trying to reassue Tina that it wasn’t her fault. “daddy made a bad choice and was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes it was. You and daddy will never yell at each other again and that’s what I asked God for” Tina said correcting her mother.

“I know it seems that way. But it’s really not your fault for wanting mommy and daddy to stop fighting.” Her mother countered.

There was no time to mourn though, The children still had to go to school and Tina’s mom still had to go to work. She worked as a waitress for a middle of the road type restaurant. Management was unsympathetic and there was no time off provided for bereavement. After making several mistakes due to a lack of concentration, Tina’s mom was told her services would no longer be required.

The children arrived at school and was told of their recent misfortune. The school system had the children speak to a breavement counselor. Tina repeated the same story to the bereavement counselor that she told her mother. How she was the one at fault and that her dad died because of the result of her prayer. The counselor said that she wasn’t all that familiar with God but she was pretty sure that God didn’t kill people to solve other people’s problems or there would be a lot more dead people lying around. This explanation didn’t convince Tina that she was not at fault or that God didn’t kill people if he wanted to. After speaking to the children, the counselor recommended that the children submit to regular counseling in order for them to overcome the trauma that they had suffered through.

Tina’s mom had to decide what to do and she didn’t have a lot of time to do it. There really wasn’t any reason to stay in the city. She had moved here for her husband and now that her husband was gone, it didn’t make any sense to stay. She thought about moving back home to Vermont. She didn’t leave home on good terms however, she was a reckless and rebellious teen who wanted to experience the world. She hooked up with some guy that she thought would make her world complete and they had two children together. It didn’t quite work out the way she planned as is often the case.

She hadn’t spoken to her parents in many years and she would have to swallow her pride if she were to go back. But she thought she could do that if it meant a better life for her children. Now that she was on her own, she had the freedom and responsibility to make all the decisions regarding her family.

She sold all their possessions except for some changes of clothes. It was just enough for the bus trip back home. She tried dialing her parents phone number several times but fear and axiety stopped her. She wasn’t sure how they would react. The process of her leaving hurt them both deeply. After several tries she finally got up the courage to complete dialing the number. As the phone rang she waited for what seemed like an eternity. Then someone spoke, “Hello?” the familiar voice answered. There was silence for a few seconds and then Tina’s mom spoke up, “Hi mom, it’s me” she replied. There was silence. The

silence went on for several minutes so she spoke again, “mom, are you there?” she asked.

“Is it really you sweetheart?” Her mom finally answered.

“Yes mom, it’s me. I’m so sorry for everything. I want to come home.” she pleaded.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve prayed for this.” her mom said, “To see my precious little girl again.”

“I’m not alone mom.” Tina’s mom said, “I have a couple of kids of my own now. I think it’s time that you should meet them.”

“When will you be here?” Her mother asked.

“We’re leaving on the afternoon Bus. We’ll be there sometime tonight.” Tina’s mom answered.

“Why now? did something happen? are you okay?” Tina’s mom asked in a flurry of questions.

“I will fill you in when I get there. I love you mom.” She said

“I love you too sweetheart” Her mom replied.

When Tina’s mom got off the phone, she made sure everything was packed so that when the children got out of school, they would be all set to go. There wasn’t much to pack, just a couple of changes of clothes fit nicely into a grocery bag. Now she just waited.

When the children got home from school. They noticed all their stuff was gone. She got down on her knees, like she did when she told them their father died, and told them they were taking a trip to see her parents. The children were unsure. Their room was a place of comfort and security and they weren’t sure they wanted to leave it behind. It kept the cold cruel world outside where it belonged. It took some cajoling but Tina’s mom finally convinced her children it was for the best.

Tina’s mom was anxious the whole bus ride. She was anxious because she didn’t know how her father would react upon seeing her again since they left on such bad terms. The children were restless and she had a hard time keeping them settled down. As the evening wore on, the children started winding down as well and Tina’s mom had the chance to rest for a few hours before they got to their destination.

When Tina’s mom and the children got off at the bus stop. Tina’s grandfather was waiting for them. As soon as he saw his daughter get off the bus and before she knew what was happening he held her is his arms and kissed her on the cheek. He didn’t say anything at all but just held her tight. Tina’s mom could feel the love in her father’s embrace and her anxiety diminished. The children just stood there. When he finally did let go of her, she introduced him to his grandchildren. He gave them each a sucker which they both took gladly. They all piled into his old pickup and he drove them home. On the way home, nobody said anything for a long time. Then Tina’s mom finally spoke up, “Daddy I’m sorry for everything.”

“What’s done is done.” He replied, “What’s important is that you’re home now.”

When they got home, there was a hot supper waiting for them. When Tina’s mom sat down to start eating, she broke down and started sobbing uncontrollably. The love and forgiveness of her parents had washed over her since the moment she got off the bus and now it was overwhelming her. After all she had done to them all those years ago she is now being treated like a prized treasure. She had felt so worthless lately that she wasn’t sure how to handle it, so she did the only thing she felt like doing which was to cry.

The children fell alseep next to their mother on the sofa. Tina’s mom and Tina’s grandma talked well into the wee hours of the morning. Tina’s mother filled her in on her life from the past decade. How she fell in love and got married, how she had two children, how her husband started changing. She told her about the fighting and how unbearable life had been recently and then she told her about her husband’s untimely demise and then finally about her decision to come home.

Tina’s grandmother told Tina’s mother how she had prayed for her everyday and that she never gave up hope that one day God would bring her back home. When her mother mentioned prayer, she remembered what Tina had told her about how Tina thought God had answered her own prayer. “Mom, do you think God would just kill somebody?” Tina finally decided to ask.

“Why would you ask a question like that?” She inquired.

“Because Tina said that she prayed that God would stop my husband and I from yelling at each other and that same night is the night he was killed. Tina believes that God answered her prayer by killing her daddy.” Tina’s mom explained.

“I don’t believe that God gives up on anybody.” Tina’s mom said, “He wouldn’t just go and kill someone like that to solve Tina’s problem.”

“I thought that too.” Tina’s mom confessed, “But now I’m not so sure this isn’t for the best and it also answered your prayer for me to come home.”

“I don’t believe for even one second that God killed your husband. People make choices and those choices have consequences.” Tina’s grandmother reaffirmed.

Tina slept in the next morning. There wasn’t anywhere she had to go or anyplace she had to be. She did have to let the school know that the children would not be attending there anymore but other than that she was free. It felt good to be able to relax for once. To not have to worry about anything. She felt the weight lift from her because she realized that she wasn’t alone here like she was in the city. She didn’t have to have all the answers right now. She had time to figure out what to do with her life.

When Tina’s mother did finally get up. She walked into the kitchen and found that Tina and her brother were ‘helping’ their grandmother with breakfast. She smiled despite the mess that had been made. Her children were smiling and her mother looked like she was having the time of her life. It didn’t matter to her that they were making a mess of the kitchen, what mattered to her was catching up on spending time with her grandchildren.

Tina’s mother spent the next few days doing nothing. She stayed in the house and either slept or watched television. The full force of her husband’s death had not yet hit her, she was catching up on her rest which she desperately needed. The children were getting restless and she needed to get them back into a routine but she didn’t feel like it.

After letting her daughter lay around for a week, Tina’s grandmother decided it was time for her to get out of the house. She sent her out on errands. She would send her into town get pick up odds and ends. Sometimes she would send her for groceries. Sometimes she would send her into town for no reason at all. Anything to get out and about. The children had to go back to school and eventually she would need to get a job.

The other thing Tina’s mother would have to do is go back to church. She went when she was a child but her parents made her, as soon as she left home, that all stopped. It’s not that she hated church, its just that she didn’t see what good it did. She wasn’t sure she believed God existed or not but her parents insisted that while she stayed with them, she would go. When she went back to church, she discovered it was the same church she had attended when she was a child. The Pastor was different but some of the people were the same. She felt a little embarrased because some of those people were aware of her history but they all greeted her warmly. She still felt completely out of place and had a hard time concentrating on what the Pastor was saying.

The children had their own teaching that was geared toward them. There was music and puppets and they got to participate by reading off cards and reguritating lesson points. The children got to meet and play with children thier own age and that was the part of the service that they enjoyed the most.

The women of the church had organized into a group that participated in community service. They would visit shut-in’s and delivery food to those in need. They organized Biblical studies and they also organized social events where they would consume various food items and discuss current events. Being part of a group that had the pulse of the community would be beneficial for when Tina’s mother was ready to get a job again.

Tina’s grandmother made it her mission to involve Tina’s mother is this group as much as possible. The more she becomes involved in the community the better chance that she will stay and Tina’s grandmother did not want to see her daughter leave her again, not after all these years.

Tina’s mother was aware of this plan because it was not a secret. Despite that fact, Tina’ mother was indeed becoming more and more a part of the group and the community. It took a while but Tina’s mother started to look forward to the interaction with the other women. She even started getting to know them and started forming friendships. When the time came to get a job, they pointed her in the direction of a local diner where she started working doing the thing she was most familiar with, waitressing.

Tina’s mother was starting to feel more hopeful. She had a job and she had friends. She was finally starting to feel like she had a life for the first time. She was also starting to feel guilty. She was feeling guilty because she was happy her husband was dead. She was grateful for Tina’s prayer and maybe this was how God had decided to give her a new start.

It was a this point that she starting seeing someone out of the corner of her eye. She started seeing him everywhere. It was like he was following her. She couldn’t make out the features of his face and when she would turn to look at him directly to get a better view he wouldn’t be there. It was like he had vanished into thin air. After a few days of this kind of thing she started to feel anxious again. The idea of someone stalking her was nervewracking. She would ask people who were nearby her if they saw someone but nobody was ever paying close enough attention to answer her plainly.

After a few weeks of this kind thing happening to her, Tina’s mother started to feel like she was losing her mind. Then one day she turned to look and he was still there. She started to walk toward him to get a better look at his facial features. Once she got close enough to see him clearly, she almost fainted. It was her husband. She knew what she was seeing must be a ghost but he looked real enough to touch. Once she composed herself enough she said “I thought you were dead?”

“How you could just leave me behind after everything we’ve been through?” He asked. Tina was shocked at the fact that he spoke to her.

“I didn’t leave you, you left me. How could you do this to me?” She countered.

“You think it was my idea. You think leaving you alone with the kids was my idea. I’m not the one who prayed.” He responded.

“Yes, I do think it was your idea, it would be just the kind of selfish thing you would do. To leave me alone with the children so you wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore.” She started to get histerical. People passing by her on the street shot her worried looks. She seemed to be having an argument with the surrounding atmosphere.

“I did everything for you but nothing I did ever mattered. I loved you.” He stopped speaking at this point. She didn’t respond for a moment. She knew he was right. Nothing was ever good enough. No matter how he tried it just was never right. She broke down right there on the street and started crying uncontrollably. “I’m sorry.” she said back to him, “I’m sorry I’m happy that you’re gone. I’m sorry you had to die to make me happy.” His image disappeared.

A few minutes later Tina’s granmother arrived. Someone who had witnessed Tina’s mothers breakdown had called her and she came. She wrapped her arms around her daughter and comforted her. “I shouldn’t be happy that he’s dead.” she said, “I’m such a horrible person.”

“You’re not a horrible person.” Tina’s grandmother countered, “You’ve just been put in a horrible situation.” She helped her in the car and she drove her home.

He slams forward...

And with one thrust, he fills me. I'm already on the edge and the feeling is a drug I crave. I love being here. Dangling before the drop and my master loves putting me in this position.

He pounds into me again and again, I keep my mouth shut and he keeps the grip on my throat tight. I love the way he uses me. Like I'm only a doll to satisfy my needs. I don't need an orgasm, his touch sets my body alight and that's all I'll ever need. My flamed arousal grows and my moan comes forward.

"Aah, master. I'm such a slut that I love being your toy. Fuck me however and whenever you want. I'm your doll. Ahhh. Your slave. Fuck! Fuck... I'm whatever you want me to be."

He's happy with the way of my moaning as he ignores me. If i did wrong, I'd have heard his voice telling me so. A punishment to come would have been in my head. I don't mind my punishments when I know I don't deserve them. It's because he has needs and I'm happy to be the one to help those needs be met. It's when I deserve the punishment it hurts... That's when I know I have done wrong and displeased him. That's when I feel bad.

"On your knees whore!" He pulls his cock from my sore hole and I drop to my knees quickly. I love this part.

He wanks himself fast and hard, pointing the head of his dick toward my face. "Beg me for your reward Seven!" He grows out.

"Please cum on my face Master. I beg you to let me feel your hot cum all over me... I need this reward. I've been a good slut." just before I finish speaking, he comes. His hot milk spraying my face and I feel the familiar feeling of peace mixed with euphoria as the heat soaks me.

This is my orgasm. His orgasm is mine... Mentally, of course. I feel proud of myself as he turns to get dressed. He leaves me in this position on my knees whilst he begins to cover his God like body. I hate when he puts himself away like this... I wish I could look at him all the time. The cum dries against my skin which probably means I'm not allowed to swallow it today.

He looks at me as he begins to button up his crisp white shirt, his blue eyes sparkling. "Get showered and dressed Seven. I need your help today. I'll put the clothes out for you."

Dread fills me. "Yes master." I stand and head to the spare shower while worry forces my eyes to water. I don't know what I did wrong. Maybe it's because he has a new slut now. I can't remember the last time I wore actual clothes. I let the anger escape the small cage in my mind as I hit the shower on. Leaving the water at a cold temperature so that it can freeze my heart as it freezes my body. My nipples harder and my clit pulses as I rub the coconut shampoo into my hair.

It doesn't take me long before I exit the bathroom and walk into my own room. The room is barely used and consists of an old thin bed, a shitty mattress that the springs poke through, and a chest of drawers. On my bed are real clothes. Not a school girl costume or a ripped lace negligee. But a black dress, black bra and panties and black shoes. This is something a business woman would wear. I don't like it.

I mentally argue with myself for around two minutes before picking up the panties and slipping them up my legs. They're soft. Silky. I hate this. Why do I have to wear real clothes? This slut is going to try and take my place and there's no way I'll let that happen!

I'm going to have to be careful now. Master putting me in clothes can't be a good sign. Even shoes! Unless he's sending me on an errand. I finally finish dressing and catch sight of myself in the mirror hanging on the back of my door. That doesn't look like me. I look like a posh lady. One that snaps her fingers and gets what she wants.

I cock my head to the side and my blonde hair falls over my shoulder, then I click my fingers of my right hand and raise a brow. Perhaps I'm supposed to look like this. I smile. It's strange and it feels as though I'm looking at somebody else.

I turn to leave when I catch the white box and note on my dressing table.

I head over to it and pick up the note... Its from master.

"Seven... Don't worry. Wear this and come to the kitchen. You're still my number one."

I like that he understands me so well. He knows I'm panicking and he's done what he needs to, to soothe me. Deep down, my other voice is yelling at me. Telling me I'm stupid. He's only doing this because there's reason to worry. Otherwise they'd be no need for a damn note. He must think I'm stupid!

I pick up the white box and open it by sliding the gold switch at the side.

It's a necklace. It's bright and shining with diamonds. A large Sapphire stone in the middle of the choker. If he wants me to wear this, I have to take my proper collar off.

I exchange them and look in the mirror again. I feel numb. It's beautiful and cold. It has no feeling like my collar did and I want to rip the jewels apart. I look like a rich bitch about to cause havoc and I hope against hope, that it's a new roleplay he'd like to try.

I know that's not going to be the case. He wants to get rid of me. This is my goodbye present.

I take my time as I walk down the stairs, and through the large marble Hall. My Addiction stands in the kitchen, he cooks something while the naked slut stands. She's out of her cage and she's stunning.

Her dark hair drifts down her back like a waterfall of treacle. I see the tattoo creeping over her backside and up the side of her back. She has a perfect figure and large black eyes. She's an exotic princess. She's a beautiful slave. I want to kill her.

"Master." I state as I stand at the door awaiting instructions.

He turns to me, wearing his suit, gorgeous as always. "You look beautiful, Sapphire. I'm going to need your help today. So sit down, whilst I fix you breakfast. Then I'll explain."

No! No no no no. He called me by my name. He's fixing me breakfast. He's allowing me to sit on the actual chair.

I slowly lower my backside to the wooden chair as though I could break it with the slightest touch. Then I stay, wide eyed as I wait with dread for the awful news that's about to hit me.

I was devoted to my master. He's my everything. My Teacher, my lover... My god. I would honestly do anything he asks of me. And he knows what a good girl I am to him too.

My name is Number 7, and this is how I became the other me...

It was a Saturday morning and it was cold outside. The snow could be seen from the window of the kitchen as I prepared my masters breakfast. I woke up and attached the chains to my body myself, leaving my master to rest. I liked the way, the chains pulled against my nipple and clit piercings. My collar was tight, just how I liked it. I wore no clothes. There was no need for clothes for a slut like me.

I finished his pancakes just as the coffee machine bleeped. I placed them all on the blue anchor patterned tray and turned to walk from the kitchen. I ignored the new girl in her cage. She arrived last night, and I already hated her. I wanted to drag the cage outside and leave her naked in the snow. Maybe she'd die and I could keep Master to myself.

I carried the tray up the stairs and quietly knocked on Masters door before pushing the door open and padding through to his bedside. My toes scrunched into the black deep shag pile rug. I loved this room. It was my haven. I was barely allowed to orgasm in this room. Always kept in denial, always horny but only a toy to my masters needs.

I knew I wasn't in love with my master. But I was addicted to him. The difference being, love can give hope and happiness. Love can conquer all. Addiction on the other hand will eventually destroy you.

I placed the tray on his bedside table and waited stood with my eyes to the floor. My pussy drooled at only being in this room. This is where my addiction sleeps. I'm not allowed to touch him without his permission, but my body craves his contact as it does everytime I'm near him.

I wait fifteen seconds before his alarm starts and he rolls onto his back with a grunt, pulling the black satin sheets as he moves revealing his hard cock.

"Good morning sunshine." He says to me. Moving his pitch black hair from his iced blue eyes. "Get into position."

"Yes master." I reply before clambering onto the bed on my hands and knees. My hands on the left side of his body, my knees on his right. I'm sure to keep my back straight as he places his breakfast tray upon me. I love being his table and slowly, my juices begin to pool in my cunt. I'm hungry for his touch as always, and I stay silent as he eats his food.

"How is the new girl doing Seven? Is she playing up?"

Jealousy grinds against my heart as he mentions her. I hate her. I want to watch her writhe in pain. "She's fine master. She should be happy to be your slave."

"Are you happy being my slave Seven? Do you enjoy being my toy?" His hand comes to gently stroke against my backside as he asks me the question and I hold in my moan.

"Of course master. I love being whatever you want me to be. Whenever you want me to be it."

"Tell me how much you need my cock slut!"

He says the words in his dark voice and I know he's horny. He removes the tray from my back and slides from beneath me. I keep my position as his table. I haven't been told to move yet.

"I crave your big thick cock master. It's the biggest, best most come worthy cock in the world and I'll never get enough of it. I worship your massive dick master and I love when you're cock touches me."

"Keep going slut. I know how wet you are... Don't come on my sheets or you'll be licking it off."

I moan. I can't help it. "Oh master, I feel alive when I feel your cock on my body. I love it on my face. It makes me feel like a dirty Slut when you choke me with your dick. When it's in any of my holes, I feel like a filthy, cum thirsty toy of yours. I'll never want another."

He's playing a game he often plays. He's turning me on with my own words.

"Face up!" He grips my hair and yanks my head back. "You fucking love this don't you?" He asks as he begins to swipe his cock over my face. He slides his solidity across my lips and orders me to stick out my tongue.

"You're disgusting aren't you? Enjoying being treated like a whore."

"Yes master." I mumble whilst keeping my tongue out. He slaps his hot thick cock against my tongue and I feel it echo against my pussy.

"Do you want to come right now, Seven?"

He removes his cock from me and stands before me, stroking his beast inches from my face.

"Yes master. If that's your wish master."

"Stand against the wall! Leg up to your shoulder."

I scramble from the bed and rush to the wall before pulling my leg up and holding my calf against my shoulder. My pussy is on show and exposed for whatever he wants.

"You're such a dirty fucking slut aren't you. Look at how turned on you are, before I've even begun to touch your pathetic cunt. You're so wet it's dripping down your leg."

"Yes master. I'm a pathetic horny slut. I get wet too easily, because I'm a dirty perverted slave."

"Hmm..." He closes the distance to me and wraps one hand around my throat, squeezing tightly against my collar, then pushes the head of his big dick into my hole. "I'm going to fuck you now slave. You will not make a sound unless it's to tell me what a slut you are. Understand?"

"Yes Master. Your filthy slut understands."

"Good whore! Don't cum."

Then he slams forward.