The story line (this is a per request only thread)

[Destiny]

The Missing Nail

The day dawned clear and bright, I was awakened to the sound of hammering. I groaned and rolled onto my back as I sighed softly. He was already at it. HE was my husband and he was at the repairs that were constantly needed to fix up the 'fixer-up' we had purchased. I had been against it from the beginning, he knew that but still he was trying to make ME a castle. I had to love him for that.

It was a rambling Victorian style home with lots of property and even and old barn out back. I loved the thought of standing on the 3rd floor and looking out over the copula towards the back of the yard and seeing nothing but hills. It was a beautiful sight even IF I had to wait ten years before I could do it. I was laughing gently as I sat up and was promptly faced with myself. I jumped and then immediately realized it was me I was looking at. I shook off the boogies and crawled from the bed and began to head towards the bathroom. I turned on the faucet and nothing happened. I groaned as I rolled my tongue along my teeth and wrinkled my nose, what a day to have no water. I walked out of the bedroom still in my half t-shirt and skimpy panties heading towards the kitchen. The sun was beaming all through the house welcoming me and still I groaned. Finally reaching the kitchen I found the bottle of spring water I had been looking for and treaded back to the bedroom to brush my teeth. The hammering in the house stopped somewhere during the process and I waited for David to come and talk to me.

No one showed up and finally I hauled on a pair of shorts overalls only hooking one strap as I moved through the house. David jumped out at me and swung me around, "Damn David you scared me."

"I love you shelly, I will always love you and I am sorry I scared you." He beamed at me as he spoke his eyes showing his sincerity as he held me close and then kissed me long and hard pressing me up against the wall of the hall and beginning to massage my body with his hands and his own body. I was almost breathless with the kiss and then he lifted his head his eyes glittering with lust and mischief,"ok now to work love muffin!" He declared and promptly stepped away. I whined and he laughed and still we began the trek up the stairs to the third floor.

Once there I saw what had made him stop. A wall, well what was a wall had a now huge hole in it. I blinked and looked back at him, he gestured to it and I stepped through the hole and back in time. The chill that raced up my spine made me grab for my arms. It was a lady's sewing room completely with the half finished dresses and one completed dress on a dummy. I was amazed at the beautiful work and had always thought the women before our time had been more industrious then ANY woman of the 20, or the 21st century even. The stitches were better then a machine and tighter and would fray or rip. I caressed a few things and years of dust filled the room making me cough.

As I began to move through the room I felt at home here in this woman's room and I moved towards a stool near the window, David now completely forgotten walked away. I was transfixed, he knew I loved old things and had always felt like I was born out of time. That was when I found it on the window seal an enveloped sealed close with one name on it...it read Tom. My hands itched to open it and still I wasn't Tom, but might he be dead by now. I rationed and reasoned for all of 15 minutes and finally picked up the envelope.

The Missing Nail part 1

 

[Destiny]

The Missing Nail (part2)

The envelop was heavy in my hands and when I placed it in my other hand to open the flap I was surprsed to see it wasn't sealed, but the layers of dust showed it hadn't been moved in years either, the paper cracked a bit as I slowly opened the envelop and I peeked inside. I blinked in astonishment that the item that was making it heavy was a nail. I pulled it from its resting place its sides rusted a bit and it looked rather old. I placed it on the table and then pulled out the sheets of paper that had accompanied it. I unfolded them to read a letter written in a woman's scrawling english.

My darling Tom,

I am sitting here in the sewing room looking over the front lawn of the yard that you and I had played in as children and later had sat in a teenage lovers. It is spring time now and the sun is just beginning to feel more warm then cold as I watch the bird making thier nests. MY darling I am missing you more and more each day. The War in europe is ravaging its coast and rations are scarce, but I will make do like I did when you went away to war as well. Our son is in this war as you were in the last and he is you in his fine uniform. You would have been proud of Tommy. He got a medal a few months back, he is brave and courageous. When you came home I made them take the corner nail from your coffin, and I have kept it all these years so that when I am to join you I will have the nail driven in to my own coffin to be near you then and guide me to you. OH my darling Tom, how I want to be in your arms again and feel your breath on mine while we lay awake in our room and talk of our future together. For now I will enclose the nail into my letter to you, that you will never receive only because you are no longer alive to feel my heart beat.

Your loving wife,
Janelle

A tear slid along my cheek as I read the devoted wife's letter to her long dead husband and the thought that she had put into the keeping of the one nail from his coffin. I refolded the letter to put it back into the envelop and when I reached for the nail it was gone. I hadn't seen it roll or drop off anywhere and where I had placed it was a faint line as it the dust had been disturbed. The nail was missing and no one else had been in the room.

This concludes the Missing Nail story. I will be picking a new person for a new story. Please PM Me if you wiuld like to tell a story. This is basically a place to have some fun. What will happen is someone will give you a sentence or two. Subo gave me one, write a story about a missing nail. NOw the next PM I get I will give that person a idea nad you must build a story from that idea. Then you can post for a PM form someone you want to choose and you will give them an idea. I hope this will be fun

 

[prometheus 2]

An Old Stuffed Bear

Angel frantically looked for the gate to the park Hadn't she just come through it minutes ago? It couldn't be that far down the path she had been walking on. Yet at every turn she seemed to be going deeper and deeper into the wooded area. Then just as she thought she was going the right way she came to a fork, which way to go? she was almost in tears how could she, a country girl get lost in a park in the middle of the city. She was almost running now, seeing no one imaging all kinds of horrible things, looking furtively from left to right as she hurried on.

Out of breath she stopped and wipped her eyes.
"Angel, she told herself this is foolish. There's no one in this park that is going to hurt you just be calm, it can't be that far to the entrance keep you head and keep track of where you've been, look for landmarks to make sure you're not retracing your steps, take it slow and easy."

She sat down on a bench and set her picnic basket beside her. She had come here to enjoy a spring day an afternoon spent in the park to chase away the troubles of the day, a day of fighting trafic and dealing with the cold hostile envirnment of the city. Right now she wished she'd never left her small town, her parents and her friends but she was eighteen and out of school. She had been so excited about going to the city meeting new people making new friends. It seemed to be all wishfull thinking two weeks in the city and she barely knew anyone even the other people in her apartment even her coworkers who seemed to have little time for her.

She started to cry again and dug into her basket for a kleenex. Her hand touched something warm and soft. Her face brightened. Her old stuffed bear, her Ollie. She hadn't remembered packing him along with sandwiches and bottled water along with a book and some other personal things. She thought she left him behind perched on her pillow where he kept her company at night.

Sometimes she thought it childish to hang on to an old stuffed bear named Ollie. He was almost as old as she was. His fur was matted and his button nose long gone, one ear was torn and she had to sew him many times to keep his stuffings from falling out. but today she was glad he was there. She pulled him out and hugged him, glad to have him near her, no longer feeling alone, lost in the park.


Part one

 

[prometheus 2]

An Old Stuffed Bear

Johnny relaxed when he saw the exit sign, He had been uptight ever since he left Riverview his hometown. It was only 200 miles to the city but he had been aprehensive having never been there and afraid of missing the exit and getting lost.

1923 Albany street he had the map in his left hand as he drove. Hand written in the neat ledgable style he was used to he smiled. Angels familiar handwritting. Faithfully every week for six monthes she had written to him. Her letter on the seat beside him was worn from so many readings Times that he had picked it up and read and rearead it as the plane that was carring him home from San Diego where he had finished basic training. He was going home for 30 days leave before shipping out to Iraq.

This letter disturbed Johnny, he was glad to hear from her as always, It had been written to him from St Paul where Angel had gone to work just two weeks ago. He had no idea she was going to do such a thing. she hadn't even mentioned it in her letters chattering instead about summer and the things she was doing with her family, telling him how much she missed him and couldn't wait to see him again. then this letter, her words tearstained.

She said she was sorry she hadn't told him about her decision to work in the city and that now after she ahd been there only a week she regretted it. she wished he had been there to stop her. she wished also that they had made love like he wanted to before he left, she sounded sad and alone, but she ended it on a cheerfull note by saying that she still loved him and as soon as they were together again they would... she was too shy to say the words but Johnny knew what she meant. He had written back telling her he missed her and loved her and that he wanted to make love with her too, but not being able to promise anything as no one seemed to know what his orders would be much less him and he would know only at the last minute.

When he found out he was going home he phoned her and got no answer. He'd just have to surprise her he thought and grinned knowing that she would be happy to see him again.

Seeing the sign that said Albany street he turned left and looked for house numbers. In a short while he was in front an apartment complex, 1923. Apartment 402 he said under his breath as he took the stairs two at a time. He knocked, there was no answer, he knocked again ,still no answer where
could she be? It was after workinghours she should be here, he'd have to wait. Saddened he returned to his car and read her letter and thought about his Angel.
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They had been childhood sweethearts. Every one said they were made for each other. The perfect couple. After high school and they both turned eighteen Johnny got his notice. He had joined the reserves in school and now he was going to have to go active. Their last week together had stared with their intentions of giving each other as much love as they couldThye were no strangers to each others bodies but they respected each others wishes deciding to wait untill after they were married until they had sex. Jonhnny had proposed but Angel said although she loved him they needed some time. Johnny wanted her, tried to convince her that they needed to do this to bring them closer together. Angel said if he waited it would prove his love for her. so they played at making love. Kissing and caressing laying almost naked together taking each almost to that place where they knew they couldn't stop. The last night had been painfull, clinging to each other not knowing what the future was going to be. Johnny wanted to make love he thought it would cement their relationship, help them get through the rough times ahead. Angel said no as she had done before wanting to save it until they were married, they argued and parted angrily. The next morning said they were sorry, him for demanding, her for not relenting. but it was too late the plane was leaving and he had to go.
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He picked up her letter and read it again. He noticed her postscript, she had written that she found a park where she thought she might go to someday it would remind her of home and she wouldn't feel so lonely. She went on to explain where it was and said she wished he could be there to enjoy it with her.

He dropped the letter, and started his car two blocks, turn right she'd written, straight ahead at the T- intersection. There it was and he became fearfull it was getting dark and the wooded park looked so forboding. He parked and caught his breath for a mnute thinking about an event that had occured years ago when they were just children.
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Angel had gotten lost in the woods behind her house. Her mother was frantic, Johnny had gone to look for her. It was getting dark he remembered that they had played near an old abandoned farm. He went there hoping. He found her sitting along side of an open well. She saw him and rushed into his arms.

"Ollie, she cried he's....fallen.." she pointed to the well. Johnny looked down. Ollie her stuffed Bear floated in the dirty water ten feet below.

"I'll get him." he said. He found a ladder and climbed down. He scooped Ollie up and started up the ladder. Angel peered down at him in the fading light. Suddenly she heard him cry out.

"Johnny what happened."

his voice came back "It's nothing, just a scratch from a rusty pipe." He clammered out and handed Angel her bear. she hugged it and then noticed Johnnys arm was bleeding profusely from a long jagged scratch.
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Johnny rubbed his arm still scarred from the broken pipe and took a deep breath. She has to be here he said. he jumped out of the car and headed into the park.
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Angle shivered, it was getting cold and it was getting dark. she knew she had to do something. She held her Stuffed Bear close to her.

" Take care of me Ollie I'm so scared" the bear of course did not answer and she thought of Johnny, if he were here he would take care of her like he always did. she wished he were here with her if she only had stayed in her hometown if she only had let him... she couldnt say the words but she felt them felt how her body had responeded to his gentle but persuasive attention how she wanted him so bady but let her beliefs get in the way and keep her keep him from sharing what she wanted most at this very moment she sighed letting the feeling slip away .

Well Johnny wan't here and Ollie wasn't going to take care of her, she'd take care ofher self . She got up off the bench andgrabbed her basket and chose a path walking resolutly down it into the darkness. Ahead she saw a light ,if she could just get to that she'd look for the next one sooner or later shed find her way out and home.
Her resoultion enede abruptly when she heard footsteps behind her. She dared not turn around or run in panic. She continued walking and the footsteps behind her followed. She could hear breathing, a mans breathing hot and heavy behind her. An arm came around her shoulders across her breasts. The other arm covered her mouth, Oh god she thought unable to cry out No! No! this cant be happening but it was and in the next moment she decided if this man wanted her body he could have it just so he spared her life. she reached up and felt his arm not to pull it away but to make a contact with hm that he might understand her acceptance of her fate. She gasped when she felt a scar along the mans arm.

"Johnny, oh god Johnny is it you?"

The old stuffed bear tumbled to the ground.

 

[Destiny]

OOC: WOW!

Wow I had a tear in my eye on that one, well done Prometheus. If I wasn't sck I would give you a great big kiss...Oh wait virtual ones are just as good... WOW you did an awesome job.

 

[shereads]

Dedicated to Chanaud and Subo97. Her seamless pickup of his shameless, despicable "Big Polka Dot Bloomers" pass-off remains one of the top chain-story saves in history, and has fueled renewed interest in the addition of Clown Fetish as an erotic story category. Destind and Promethius 2, thanks for passing the baton. I've never had a baton.

Sometimes words get in the way

Not all magic kingdoms are happy places. This one, in particular, is populated with refugees, evading the curses and spells that are common elsewhere. There is magic here that can postpone the effect of a curse, but the protection is temporary. It’s up to the individual curse-ee to unravel the riddle or accomplish the task that will break the spell.

There’s always a riddle or a task. A witch who cast an unbreakable spell would be shunned by her peers; nobody likes a poor sport.

It’s easy to spot someone whose curse protection is about to expire. Not an easy thing to witness, though. They nearly always panic. Racing from cottage to castle to tavern, a typical victim-to-be will beg random strangers for the magic amulet, the golden egg, the spell-breaking word that has eluded him. You can imagine how little dignity one has, faced with a lifetime as a newt or sleeping virgin.

You’d think the sleeping virgin curse would be easy enough to overcome. You don't know any better, because you’re not from around here. Just as the promise of three wishes cannot be trumped by making your first wish more clever than anyone else’s (“I wish for limitless wishes!”), you cannot escape the sleeping virgin curse by sleeping around. You get the big nap anyway, and a hundred years from now Prince Charming won’t know if you were, or you weren't "a good girl."

Which brings us to princes. On the riverbank near my home, a darkly handsome prince came to sit each morning, and day by day his darkness quietly deepened. Quiet sadness is not normal behavior for a curse victim whose time is running out. There was no panic in my prince. I almost wished there were. Sitting there upon the moss, he stared but hardly saw the gentle tumble of blue water over silvery stones. Daily I watched him, as apathy turned to despair.

My heart was his. And when I found out he was doomed to become a frog unless his One True Love came along and asked for his hand in marriage…well, you girls can guess what went through my mind. But of course, he hardly noticed me.

Women. Is there even one of us who hasn’t thought she could save Mr. Wrong through the power of her love and some quality booty?

So why, you ask, didn’t I declare my love and ask for his hand? Again, you’re thinking like a tourist. There’s always a catch where magic is involved. For one thing, I can’t speak.

Day by day I sat on the opposite bank, sharing my prince’s loneliness. I learned that in addition to the curse, he had some issues. He was rejecting women, one after the other, who could save him from the curse!

Now, princes are a hot commodity even in magic kingdoms. When word got around that a handsome, warm-blooded male from a good family was in danger of becoming a bottom-dwelling amphibian, girls began crawling out of the woodwork. Don't they always? Everybody and her stepsister showed up at the riverbank in the final days.

They brought casseroles.

They spun straw into gold.

Their fairy godmothers decked them out in ball gowns of silver brocade sewn with pearls.

One desperate princess even pronounced herself a sleep-cursed virgin and collapsed at his feet, awaiting the requisite kiss. Trapped in sorrow, the soon-to-be-frog prince hardly stirred. I felt for her when, two hours later and in danger of being stepped upon by other candidates, the sleeping beauty was forced to give up, pronounce herself “cured” and walk away, red-faced and moss-stained.

By the last day, every eligible girl in the kingdom had come to the river, and stood in line for hours to declare their love and ask for the prince’s hand. Time was of the essence; his protection from the frog curse would expire after sunset. As the twilight deepened, the proposals were pretty informal. No kneeling, no poetry, no velvet ring boxes. Just “Let’s do it,” and “Why not me?” and from someone’s cruel stepsister, “I brought the minister, frog boy. Hop to it, or eat bugs for breakfast.”

My prince rejected them all, with nothing more than an occasional “Thanks for the casserole.” As the sun began to dip below the horizon, he stood and faced the thinning crowd of hopefuls.

“I can’t fall in love this way,” said the prince. “And I can’t marry a girl I don’t love.” The silence was broken by sighs and sobs. "Without love, is a man so much better than a frog?" Good and wicked alike, princess and peasant, all agreed they were losing one of the good ones. “I’m sorry,” he continued. “You’ve wasted your time, and my time is nearly goooorrrribbit! rrrribbit! Urp.”

The prince was croaking.

Some were repulsed, others pitying. None stayed to witness the final transformation.

None but me. The river separated us, but my heart was on his side as it had been from the beginning.

He handled the transformation with princely dignity. A detailed description would make a mockery of something quite solemn. Suffice it to say, when dawn came my prince was a small frog, sleek and smooth and the color of lilypads, a bright presence on the darker green moss.

At last.

Heart in my throat, and ready to declare my love, I crossed the river in showy spins and leaps and dances, my green-gold skin glistening in the risen sun. Droplets of water became diamonds in my wake. A Cloudless Sulpher butterfly dodged my teasing tongue as I landed on the moss bank before my prince. In his eyes, I saw the very moment of realization: his One True Love had waited, the odds against her, as a thousand desirable women offered him the world. I had waited to show him the splendid being he would now become. Waited for the chance to become his bride, though I could not ask for his hand.

Sometimes words just get in the way.

We live happily. If not ever after, we live happily and are satisfied.

 

[shereads]

double post

 

[Arioso]

Stranded in Inuit Territory

Shereads, I'll get you for this one day, if it's the last thing I do....

Stranded in Inuit Territory

It's amazing how perspective can shape your reality. Not something people think about that often. I mean really, who waits at the bus stop in the morning on their way to work, sees the bus coming and thinks, "I wonder if that bus is really coming toward me, or if it only seems to be because of where I'm standing". Nobody. That would be stupid.

Of course, sometimes witty observers step back and point out a few truths about perspective that elicit a chuckle before being promptly forgotten:

I'm assertive, you're pushy...
I'm honest, you're tactless...
I'm frugal, you're a cheap bastard...

And then there are a few of us who play around with perspective for a living. Well, perspective of a sort. I'm a photographer -- my specialty are the panoramic, breathtaking nature scenes you're likely to see in a Sierra Club calendar or on the wall of some of the bigger outdoor/recreational supply stores.

Usually, my interest in perspective is a matter of technique: which angle, which lens, and so on. But at the moment, I'm on the phone with the editor of a magazine I'm doing an assignment for, and....well...

Actually, I'm in a really weird place. It's hard to explain, but perspective is about to get me an extended holiday. You see...

 

[Arioso]

Stranded in Inuit Territory, post 2

"You're stranded in Eskimo country?!" Roger blurts out, his voice crackling with alarm through the receiver of the phone.

"Actually, it's Inuit territory, Roger, and the region is called Nunavut," I try to explain calmly.

Roger doesn't travel much. Come to think of it, I suspect he doesn't get out much, period. He's a workaholic who publishes a glossy, regional-interest magazine with a skeleton staff who he drives only slightly less hard than he drives himself. He's as high pressure as they come where deadlines are concerned, and I've got a layout on "The Splendors of the Arctic Circle" due in two days.

"None of...? Whatever," he snaps from his end. "You're going to have those photos to me in time to go to press, right?"

Mmmmmmmmm......

"What was that?"

"Sorry, Roger. There's a slight hitch. The plane can't take off--"

"What, is there a blizzard or something?"

I feel a wicked shiver run through me. There are two things that can really bring out the devil in me: sex, and an impatient knucklehead who jumps in and finishes my sentences before I'm done. Coitus and interruptus, if you'll pardon the pun.

My intention had been to tell him the truth: there were mechanical difficulties with the rickety old prop plane that flew me out here, and it might take a full day to repair. I could have made it back in time, but I'd be cutting it close to get the photos to him in time. But then Roger gave me the perfect opening.

And why the hell not? Ooooooohhhhhhhh. I'm feeling more and more tempted to spend a little quality time in Rankin Inlet.

"Yeah, it's pretty fierce. Snow everywhere," I lie easily, feeding his own assumptions. Idiot. It's August, for Pete's sake.

"Dammit! Will you be able to take off as soon as there's a break in the storm?"

"I should be able to." I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

"Get back as soon as you can. I want those pictures...." Roger pauses for a second, probably remembering that there's this neat little thing called polite concern for others. "Uh...you got a place to stay?"

"Oh, yes...one of the natives is letting me bunk at his igloo."

Ouch! I feel a sharp pinch on my inner thigh.

"Wow...sounds great. You'll have to tell me all about it when you get back."

"Will do. Bye, Roger."

Click.

I set the phone back in its cradle and look down...past my bare breasts that dangle as I rest on my hands and knees....between my spread thighs where Qillaq relaxes as he teases my naked pussy with his tongue.

"Igloo?" he asks, bemused.

It's funny the insights you have when you look at the world from a different perspective. Like, say, with your head hanging upside down as you watch the Inuit bush pilot with whom you really hit it off eating your pussy.

"Hey, I just played along with his own assumptions...and it bought me a couple more days here," I protest, before Qillaq's talented tongue wrings a groan out of me.

"As long as you don't think I'm going to rub noses with you," he chuckles.

And that cheeky fly-boy rubs his nose right on my clit.



And that's all she wrote
Okay, who's next?

 

[Destiny]

Bump!

 

[Remec]

A thrown cellphone (part 1)

Friday was a busy day for Liz. She didn't work her regular job over the weekend, so Friday was the push day to get everything and anything taken care of so nothing would have to wait until Monday, or worse, demand her attention during the only two days she had to really kick back and relax.

Not that preparing for her upcoming wedding was what she would exactly call relaxing. "I should have gotten a planner.", she told herself for the umpteenth time. "Or maybe taken Mom up on finding some help."

She shook her head. That wasn't her thinking, that had to be the stress of the last few weeks. Liz and her mother were on speaking terms, for now, but she wouldn't describe their relationship as amiable, let alone familial. She was just too similar in the way she made up her mind that something was or wasn't a certain way and no one, not even her mother, was going to tell her different.

There was a reason she lived three thousand miles from her.

Several reasons, to tell the truth. College had let her escape. Work had let her move further away. And Doug had given her an anchor to keep her there.

She still smiled thinking of their first date. Just meeting for drinks and dinner at a Mexican place she'd meant to check out but never gotten around to had turned into a long stroll on the beach in the autumn night air. They'd held hands as they walked. Shared smiles and twinkling looks in between little stories of this and that. And, kissed each other good night in the special way that said,"Yes, I'd love to go out again."

They were going out now. Liz had finished Friday, finally, and was officially on her weekend. She stood in the executive washroom retouching her makeup and brushing out her long, luxurious hair. She wore it up, in various ways, during the business day, but liked to keep it down and back or braided when she was off.

She pinned it back, draping it casually over her shoulders so it hung midway down her back. Eye liner was fine...foundation smooth and even...lipstick rich and red...she considered if her cheeks needed any colour, but decided they were alright with the normal flush that the end of the work day built in them. And the anticipation at seeing Doug.

She hummed a boy-doesn't-that-taste-good sort of sound as the thought of her man crossed her mind. She hadn't had such naughty things in her head since she didn't know when, but Doug just brought out so many things in her. He had that way about him. Suave, he had a tongue that could set her heart racing, take her breath away, or just make her panties wet.
And that was just using it to talk with, mind you.

She gathered her purse and jacket, turned out the lights, locked up and headed for the elevator. Once inside, she got out her phone to check for messages when it rang....

 

[Remec]

A thrown cellphone (part 2)

Liz answered the phone as the elevator began to move. She looked at the ID first, and smiled to herself at recognizing Doug's number. "Hi honey..." she began, but the sound was off like the connection was coming in on an overseas landline.

"Just a moment." She hit an earlier floor than the lobby and got out, heading to the open deck off to the left. "That's better. How are you? Ready to go?"

"Mmm...that's it...yeah...just like that...ooooh...god what that feels like."

Liz pulled back the phone and looked at it. It had been Doug's number, she was sure of it. And that seemed to be his moaning voice on the line...still vaguely muffled...but she knew those sounds too well. She brought the phone back to her ear and listened some more.

"Ohohoh...MMmmmmmMMMMmm...yeahhhh...suck it all down..."

Her eyes widened and Liz bit her lip. Bastard... She listened more and shook her head. There was no mistaking it. Doug had just gotten blown by someone, and had bumped his phone into calling her midway through the whole thing. She sighed and looked out over the railing of the deck.

For half a moment the thought to jump over crossed her mind, but was dismissed as not something she'd do. Not over a guy. Not even Doug. And, besides, they were only two stories up and she'd probably just break some bones.

A taxi pulled up and a familiar blond figured got out. Two of them. Doug and Jess. Her fiancee and Maid of Honor. Her pulse rose and she felt the anger and dismay and disappointment battling within her. That and her stomach trying to get an emotion to win that would keep it from emptying itself over the railing.

Below her, Jess happened to look up as Doug was paying the cabbie. "I thought you said Liz didn't know I was coming." she said.

"She doesn't."

"Isn't that her on the balcony there?"

Doug turned and looked. His eyes caught Jess' and moved to her arm and along it towards the building. He raised his head more to check out what she was pointing at.

And a thrown cellphone struck him between the eyes.

 

[Destiny]

The Tamagotchi

"we are sorry Mrs. Jones the results are positive."The doctor looked at her and shook his head slow as the young woman before him dissolved into tears. This was the 5th doctor in as many weeks telling her the same thing.

"We can remove it but the damage is still done.........." Karen waved off the advice,"No...no it is too far gone." Her voice shook as she rose and took the man's hand in her own and shook it. "Thank you Doctor."

Turning to leave the office she grabbed up her purse and headed for the door of the office, other women in various stages of pregnancy were there it felt like they were all staring at her and laughing.

Karen Jones was a young woman of about 26 who was not really married and was now pregnant with someone's child. Her hands shook as she went to her stomach still so very flat and hugged herself. No matter what she would love the child she was pregnant with forever, it wasn't the child's fault after all this had been thrust onto her.

Karen decided to head home and she began her daily chores of cleaning the house and preparing for the arrival of the child to come. She lived in a one bedroom loft apartment on the upper east side. It was a little expensive but only the best for her child would do and she would have to work double shifts to keep it. But for now she was alright financially.

A small dinner and a soak in the tub some hours later and she was ready for bed. She headed to her bedroom and climbed into between the sheets falling fast asleep as she dreamt of the child she carried. Will it be a boy or a girl?

 

[Destiny]

The Tamagotchi (part 2)

Sometime in the night Karen shot up out of bed. A puddle of water was on the bed and she gripped her stomach as she cried out. Thinking she had peed herself she went to the bathroom to clean herself off.

Blood was all over the cloth she held as she began the process, her eyes widening as she realized the babe must be in danger. She grabbed for the phone only to feel a horrendous pain rip through her body and she collapsed on the floor beside the phone.

Her breathing was coming harder her body racked with pain as she felt another cramp rip through her body. Her hands go to her middle and then the pain is gone.

Moving to sit up Karen is about to get the phone when there on the floor between her legs is a small plastic object. It beeps and is covered in blood. The little thing begins to sing a bit as she picks it up. There lying in her hand was her new baby....named Tamagotchi.

 

[Destiny]

The Ballerina Picture

There she was standing before the picture like a marble statue herself, he hands caught behind her back her head held slightly up and her long dark hair falling back and along her shoulders just staring at the picture. I have seen her here many times and always staring at the picture deep in thought or musing a smile and sometimes a sadness about her face like a lost child waiting for something to happen. It was close to closing time and the guard would be coming through like he always did and I would nod and smile and he would walk on past. You see I am the curator of the museum and the painting that the young woman is always staring at belonged to my family and I have loaned it to the museum for a time.

Looking back I see the young woman is now gone I assume she has left for the night, assured she will return tomorrow I turn to head back to my office and smack right into her. I stutter a moment and then time stops the lights dim and the most amazing thing begins to happen she is changing and I am changing the music begins to fill the room and we begin to dance as the ballerina and her partner do stroking and caressing build to the crescendo of the music sweat is pouring along my back and me shoulders the muscles are straining and still I dance with her.

The song begins to ebb and we are still in one another’s arms the clothing beginning to melt away and I can feel her heart beating and her hands are like soft wings flutter along the muscles of my back and ass. My lips find her throat and slide along her slick wet skin tasting the salt and feeling the flutter of life there at the base of her neck. I can't help myself as I slide to the floor with her there now hands, lips skin sliding along each other as we merge as one and I slide myself deep into her body a soft gasp of ecstasy fills the air and we are dancing in the age old way of man and woman driving deeper into her I can only feel her and the air my breath is gone.

I awaken on my couch in my office the sweat on my brow unnatural in such a cold place and I realize it was all a dream.