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[Rogue]

Chapter Thirteen

Reynolds was familiar with the ass, and the charming scent of this girl, her ex-girlfriend who was now my girlfriend. He also began to undress, as his toes caught the lower brims of her jeans then dragged backwards… The jeans went complete off Lucy, and her body was exposed before my eyes in full length, about the same time Reynolds was naked too, with all their clothes scattered on the floor and the sofa carelessly. Reynolds also kneeled on the floor with his knees located right between Lucy’s feet… He lifted her body up a little so her lower opening would reach the right height.

Then I started to hear the grunting from them, both of them, one in a lower-pitched voice and the other higher, whose differences could hardly be told though because they were always sounded at once, almost mixed together. I saw Reynolds moving his abdomen back and forth rhythmically, in correspondence to each grunt they made.

My hearts was pounding fast, and just as hard as my was beating against my pants.

Doggie might be the most natural manner of having sex, and also the fastest to reach orgasm… The grunting sound grew louder and louder, and then I vaguely heard them murmuring something, “Yeah, honey… I’m coming…” and “me too, hon, ahh, ah…”

The movement of Ryan’s body slowed down, while his breath began to sound even coarser nonetheless. Ryan was gasping hard as though he’d just finished a marathon. After taking a few deep breaths, Ryan turned his head around, looked at me then said, “Now… Rogue, it’s your turn…”

“I’m so… grateful, Ryan, honestly…” I said that in all honesty. Lucy had been missing it for too long and Ryan just gave the relief to this poor girl, and also relief to me.

Ryan sat aside on the floor as I approached Lucy. His breath was smooth now, apparently he had recovered, but Lucy was far from satisfied… She flipped her body over, lounging on the sofa with her legs and half her ass still over the sofa’s edge. Then she looked up at me, her big blue eyes now looking brighter than I’d ever known they were.

I lowered my head and began kissing her, kissing every square inch of her skin, kissing every simple thing there was to be kissed… her lips, nipples and the belly button.

My mouth slid all the way down until I felt some hair tickling my cheek. It must be her pubic hair, I thought. Lucy was a classic woman so she never fancied the idea of bush shaving, which was practiced by any girls today, including my goddess. Therefore, the pubic hair didn’t surprise me or make me feel disgusted. Instead, it aroused me… it reminded me of what a good woman she was, she had always been, and what a revolutionary activity it was for her to “make love” with two guys at once.

“Oh, Lucy… I love you so much, honey.” I opened my eyes and started observing her private spot, something that I had never put my eyes so close to, neither hers nor any girl’s since I had been a lifelong celibate the years before. I was still a celibate mentally, but it was about to be ended soon… I felt nervous and excited, waiting for my life to really begin.

Would it hurt? Would it feel very different than masturbation? I was going to find answers to these questions by myself.

Meanwhile, I also felt a bit of sadness because I was about to say goodbye to my virginity, which I once believed was my source of intelligence and vigor… though I knew my body already lost its virginity, in Dallas, to my goddess Scarlett on the night after Hitch premiere. But I was still a virgin mentally, for this moment at least, I still was.

[Rogue]

Chapter Fourteen

As I looked further down, something that I had never seen before came to my sight. It was such a marvelous word, the creases of skin on each half, the pinkness hidden inside… I stretched the two pieces apart using my index and middle fingers, curiously and carefully, and the pink interior part was fully revealed. The membrane was so thin the blood seemed to be seeping out of the flesh. The whole part looked so tender I didn’t dare to touch a finger on it.

I moved my head even closer and extended my tongue out, which was probably the softest part of my body I could think of at this moment… I wasn’t satisfied with just seeing it. I also craved to touch it, to feel it.

I sniffed at it, and it smelled like sea… Sea was home to all living things on the earth, and it made sense, because this part of her body was like the gate that every human being came out from, the cradle where every life was conceived in the very first place.

It tasted a bit salty when my tongue first touched it, but as I gradually got used to such its taste, it was all deliciousness… I further lowered my head to let my tongue go deeper, my nose rubbing against the inner side of her thigh… There was little oxygen deep in there and I felt difficulty breathing, but I didn’t care.

My tongue gradually crept in, and at the farther end, almost as far as I could reach… I felt an opening with the tip of my tongue, and some thick liquid tricking from it slowly. The liquid tasted a bit bitter and acrid, similar to the taste of an unripe kiwi, and I could tell it wasn’t secreted from her body because it felt so differently on my tongue. It felt like a sting and almost painful, I felt as if the liquid was coagulating on the tip of my tongue… it made me retch.

I jerked my head out as quickly as I could. I felt light-headed, overwhelmed by a strong sense of guilt… How could I allow another guy to my girlfriend, right in front of my eyes? I kept condemning myself, I couldn’t forgive myself…

Or maybe I was just suddenly driven back by the fear of being mistaken as gay. I wasn’t gay but licking the remnant of another man’s load could trick many people into the false assumption, in my humble opinion.

“Oh, my god… Lucy, you’re leaking it.” Reynolds stood up, and said, “Goddamn it, you can’t dispose my gift like this.”

“Sorry but I can’t control it… I feel full inside my body.” Lucy responded. Her voice was slightly trembling, though I didn’t know whether that was because of fear, thrill or anything else.

She wanted to keep it inside her womb, of course, to avoid upsetting neither of us, her ex boyfriend or the current one. But it turned out to be something that she could hardly control, just like her menstrual blood…

“I’m gonna help you, honey.” Reynolds walked toward her as he spoke. He bent over and grabbed her ankles firmly with each hand… I could never imagine what he was gonna do next.

[Rogue]

Chapter Fifteen

Reynolds lifted her ankles up to the height of his shoulders. He did it so effortlessly as if she was made of straw, and Lucy’s body was then upside down.

“What’re you doing?” I shrieked. I was slightly frightened, fearing that it could possibly hurt her, or at the very least it would inextricably make her feel dizzy and uncomfortable.

“C’mon bro, she ain’t leaking out no more of my seed while you can her… in the mouth” Reynolds responded to me, his voice strenuous, “I can’t hold her like this for too long, so hurry up, bro.”

‘ her in the mouth? What a crazy idea it is’, I thought. I didn’t fancy the idea at all, nor did Lucy, as she screamed out, “Damn it, Ryan, you’re ing crazy.”

“No, my honey, I’m in my right mind and I’m being serious.” Ryan turned to me and said, “Just do it, go straight at her mouth and she’s gonna love it.”

“No way am I gonna love it, Ryan, you… Rogue, I know you love me and you won’t consent to this.”

“I… I won’t.” I heard that my voice was trembling, just like how it sounded the previous few times in my life when I was telling a lie. I tried my best to keep my inside my pants, but it still managed to find a way out somehow. And my legs were betraying me too, as they moved my body towards hers, step by step, closer and closer.

“Rogue…” She shrieked hopelessly, “I swear I would bite it off if you get it in.”

“She won’t, Rogue, she loves you and she wants it… Just go ahead.” Reynolds countered, and his words encouraged me to finish the final step.

Contrary to what I expected and what Lucy just said, I found her mouth was not closed… It was wide open, like it was waiting for my . I aimed my at her month and stuck it in. Then I felt she began to lick my , moving her tongue over my right and left, back and forth… I went deeper tentatively, she was OK then I continued to go even deeper, and deeper, until the tip of my touched her throat… I thought it would make her cough, but she didn’t cough. Her nerves were all concentrated on her tongue now, to gain her the maximum possible pleasure from the interaction with my .

The voltage of my was increasing, so was the temperature inside her mouth. I could even feel the warm air breathed out from her nose, which breezed over my ball sack and catalyzed the chemical process inside it.

[Rogue]

Chapter Sixteen

I felt Lucy’s tongue dancing aboard my , jogging right and left repeatedly, with little discomfort or friction because her saliva was probably the best lubricant I could ever imagine. I could feel her teeth in there too, but no intention of biting my off as she earlier threatened. Reynolds was right… she loved me and she would never cause any harm to me, whatever I did to her.

The pressure inside my abdomen was rising just as fast as the temperature in her mouth. She was still fondling my with her tongue, and each moment felt like a strong blow of gas into the balloon that my abdomen was, that seemed to be exploding soon…

“Lucy…” I couldn’t help but grunt, “ah… eh… I feel I’m coming…”

“Emm… hm…” She was humming something, as a response to me. ‘I can’t wait any longer for your fine gift, Rogue… just release it in me…’ I guess that was what she wanted to say.

“Ah… Ah…” I moved my head close to her stomach as I felt something spurting out of my … Her mouth was quickly filled with some warm sticky liquid, while mine had already found her bellybutton and begun kissing it tirelessly.

My ear caught a sound from her stomach, a sound of swallowing… I looked down and saw that Lucy was sucking my voraciously, like a hungry baby sucking her mom’s . The thick liquid was soon cleared but the sucking hadn’t stopped… she still wanted more. I tried to piss some more out of my , even some urine, but my felt numb and the pipe seemed clogged up… Or maybe I had just run dry.

“OK, good job, both of you.” Reynolds said, “I have to release you now, my arms already feel dead.”

I withdrew my from her mouth, and was glad to find that it was still there, still attached to my body.

Reynolds put her back on the sofa carefully, then he sat back on the floor with both arms draping lifelessly from his shoulders. This man was really exhausted now.

“Thank you, Ryan” I said to him, “for giving me such a great experience, a great experience to both of us to be exact. Thank you…”

“See, Rogue, it’s not that scary or difficult. She loves you and you love her so there’s nothing to fear. You’ll then go at her pussy next time, won’t you?”

“Sure I will, and… thanks. You’ve taught me a lot and…” I turned my eyes to Lucy and said, “Thank you too, Lucy, you’re such an unusual girl… the incredible Lucy.”

She smiled, “Thanks…” She didn’t say anymore, but her smile became wider, then a drip of white liquid was squeezed out of the corner of her mouth. It rolled down slowly over her chin… Suddenly, I felt stung and shocked, seeing this image.

I remembered that I once saw a similar image on Spurstalk, where there were many posters who often ridiculed my genuine admiration for my goddess, like that one whose screen name was “Kool”. His real name was Kevin, living in Houston, who was rumored to have a close connection with the owner of this website, which was why he could always get away with excessive trolling and abusing.

Kool once posted a picture of my goddess sucking a black , which I insisted was fake but my friend m>s, who had a great knowledge in photo shopping, said it was authentic. M>s was someone who I believed would never fool me around. He liked joking but he’d never tell a lie to his friends, and we’d been friends for more than ten years, both on the internet and in the real life. I still couldn’t believe that was my goddess who had a black in her mouth, but it wasn’t because I didn’t really believe so, but that I didn’t want to.

That picture popped up out of my memory instantly when my eyes caught the white blob on Lucy’s chin, and my general impression of women had also fallen a few steps back towards the realistic end… They were just women, Scarlett and Lucy, and everyone. Just like another friend of mine (Calispursfan) once said on Spurstalk, it was their natural instinct to crave s. They just wanted to make love with men and sometimes even women if they got drunk enough.

I had always regarded her as my “goddess” ever since my obsession with her began, but was she really a goddess, a daughter of Apollo’s or was I just deluding myself?

[Rogue]

Chapter Seventeen

Reynolds gave me all the details about his plan, about my responsibilities in it, and left me a few days to get prepared. Lucy asked to come too and Reynolds agreed, so I didn’t have any reason to decline it. I didn’t want her to come along though, because it would be a really hard choice to make between my goddess and my Lucy if there were to be such a choice. They were the two women that I loved most in the world, but I wanted them to be separated as far as this planet geographically permitted. Sometimes I even felt guilty of commanding the love of two women at the same time, when the majority of guys in this nation couldn’t even expect to get one nearly as fine as my goddess or Lucy.

In the following days before our flight, I even began to regret it, regret accepting Reynolds’s proposal… What else was I still expecting when I already had Lucy? And how much of a difference it would make by bringing my goddess back home? I knew I would never bring her to my home… the distance between me and my goddess was as good as a light year which I could never narrow down, and it would be unfair to Lucy even if I somehow could.

But Rogue was known to be a man of his words and I couldn’t let myself ruin it, so I forbore to renege on our agreement despite my reluctance to go.

I started several threads on Spurstalk, asking for advice about my upcoming trip to LA… I knew there were many posters on Spurstalk who had toured LA or even lived there for a good deal of time, like Kori Ellis, owner of the Spurstalk website, who was a native LA citizen and who had lived there since her childhood until she moved to San Antonio at the turn of the century.

They gave me some genuine and useful suggestions, more than I expected… They recommended some hotels, some popular tourist destinations, and even some nightclubs. They knew Rogue had never set foot in any place like a nightclub and probably never would, but it was just a Spurstalk type of irony, I thought.

When a date was set, then the time seemed to run fast, or maybe it was just my internal reluctance to go… The date of our flight finally came, and as we previously planned, Lucy would first come to my home to pick me up then we would drive together to the airport. I asked Lucy to come over earlier in case anything should go wrong, like a traffic jam, or anything else… Lucy agreed, of course.

Lucy’s car arrived at about eight o’clock in the morning. I told her to come early but didn’t expect it to be this early… Lucy never disappointed me, and she would always give me more than I requested.

“Lucy, my honey, I didn’t expect you to come so early…” I said to Lucy waving my hand to her, who was standing by the car as I opened the door and walked out. She was standing still, waiting for a hug…

“Lucy, you’re so beautiful today, oh no… You’re always beautiful, honey, like an angel…” I continued to say, as my chest pressed her to the car with her back leaning against the window.

Rogue’s parents had already gone to work… they didn’t need to go this early but it had become a habit for them. Their workplace had already become a second home to them, in my opinion.

We began to kiss, so enthusiastically and devotedly that neither of us gave a about the neighbors possible watching us from their windows.

“It’s still early, hon, isn’t it?” I managed to send those words into her ears through our short coarse gasps.

“So?” She responded.

“So maybe we can afford a short delay… come into the house, Lucy, I can’t tolerate it anymore.”

It was the first time I met her since the day Reynolds and we made love together. It was only a few days though, and I didn’t expect the appe e to be so strong… didn’t expect that my hunger could be restored so fast, and hers as well.

I joggled back into the house, with Lucy’s body firmly clutched in my arms all the way. Then, as soon as both of us got in, I kicked the door closed.

[Rogue]

Chapter Eighteen

We rolled through the living room and finally settled in the sofa, the same place where I unbuckled her bra a few days ago… She was wearing the same jeans, apparently that jeans had some special meaning to her. I unbuckled her jeans but couldn’t took it off right away, with her legs hugging my so tightly.

“Lucy, loosen your legs so I can take the damn jeans off for you, please honey.” I begged her… I couldn’t wait any longer.

“No Rogue… we don’t have enough time to do it.”

“We have enough time, Lucy. I’ll get it quick… I promise.”

“Sorry ahh… I don’t feel like doing it today.” Lucy gave me again the negative response. She tried to act cool but was betrayed by her hard gasping, and her naughty mouth that was checking every inch of the skin of my face and neck. I saw her pouting even before we went inside, so I knew it was something else other than ‘not feeling like it’.

“You’re lying, Lucy, you love me… stop lying to yourself, Lu, tell me the truth. What’s wrong, honey?” I asked genuinely and considerately.

Her face was burning, and I could feel it on my face even without looking. But what made her flush?

“Well, Rogue… I’m um…” Lucy hesitated and paused, and her cheek turned even hotter.

“Lucy… I just hope I can be someone you can confide in. There needn’t be anything kept secret between us.”

“I’m sorry, Rogue… I’m on my period…”

“Oh, Lucy…” I hugged her even more tightly in my arms. It reminded me of something that Reynolds showed me at Lucy’s home that day, the white thick liquid trickling out of the hole between the roots of her thighs. It was called leucorrhea, the white fluid substance that’s discharged from a woman’s vagina preceding her period.

“I heard…” Lucy said anxiously, “I heard that a woman on her period always gives off an unpleasant smell… I tried to stand off from you, but I just couldn’t. Hope you don’t find the smell repulsive.”

“No way, Lucy… Anything from my Lucy smells good to me.” I held her even tighter.

“Rogue… I love you and I’ll never leave you out cold…” She unzipped my trousers then sneaked her hands in as she spoke.

“Lucy, Oh god… what’re you doing?” I know what she was doing, and I also began to do the same on her… I found something strange as I extended my hand to the middle of her panties so I asked her, “You’re still lying, Lucy. You’re not on your period… there’s no napkin in there.”

“Rogue… I ain’t never lying to you, to my boyfriend”, She said defiantly, “I ah… I inserted a tampon in there earlier this morning.”

“Oh… Lucy, I’m sorry... it’s great that you aren’t using no damn napkins.” I began stroking and rubbing against her pussy, her clitoris to be exact (the erogenous part of a woman’s genital), through only the two thin layers of clothes. She’d also groped my erected and I could even feel the heat and the dampness of her sweaty palms through my pants. She moved her fingers along the full length of it, up and down, like the movement of a wave or the feet of a worm. She was plucking every nerve in my phallus with one hand and its fingers, while the other playing with my scrotum, squeezing every available cell out of the balls into the upcoming flow…

We were both masturbating at the same time, with each other’s hands.

I didn’t go hard at her… I didn’t know if it hurt or if it would accelerate the blood circulation inside her womb to such an extent where the flow became heavy enough to flood the tampon out… I was going as gently as I could be, while she was going in her full strength.

“Lucy, take it easy honey… you’re driving me over the top soon if you continue at this rate. I don’t wanna get done while you’re only halfway, hon, so please slow down…”

“No way, Rogue, I want you to go hard at me, just as hard as I’m doing you…” Lucy said.

“But… would it hurt you? You’re bleeding, honey.”

“Nope, I’m fine. The bleeding comes with no pain and you ain’t hurting me either… Just go rough at me, Rogue, I’m your right now, I’m your ing !”

“Oh Lucy… Damn you, you horny you.” I shouted back.

“Yeah, that’s good and I like it, I like the way how I’m being your .” She slowed down a bit to wait for me, as I accelerated to the highest speed… We wanted to reach the orgasm at the same time.

“Lucy… I’m sorry but… I feel I’m coming soon, ah…”

“Damn you, Rogue, I’m still 50 meters away. At least hold it for another 10 seconds please…”

I began to count down… I tried my best to tighten every muscle in my and the pubic area, while abrading Lucy’s clitoris as hard as I could through her panties.

“Lucy, I… I can’t stand it anymore…” I shouted.

“I’m coming too, just release it…” Lucy responded.

[Rogue]

Chapter Nineteen

I felt relieved more than I did last time at Lucy’s home… It felt much better without another man watching and directing us while we were making love although neither of us even took off the underwear. There was a piece of cloth between her hands and my genital, as well as between my hands and hers, but it didn’t block the way for our hearts to come close, even join together, merged into a whole…

“I love you, Lucy…” I moved my mouth close to her ear and whispered, letting her soft hair breeze my face as I waved my head slightly up and down, right and left.

“Love you too, Rogue.” She said to me then gave me a kiss on the cheek, with her hands still groping my and scrotum firmly… She wanted to extend the moment as long as possible so she was trying her best to prevent the blood from flowing back to my torso, despite the whole front half of my pants were now nastily drenched.

I thought it was kind of an irony… women all suffer wet crotches monthly without doing sex, but when doing sex it’s always the man who discharges some liquid out of his crotch, and still it will be the woman who gets wet, whether in her hands or her crotch again. Men and women all have to leak something out of their genitals, uncontrollably, only difference being men can choose the time to let it happen while women can’t.

Lucy’s pussy was also hot to touch, almost twice its normal temperature. I believe there was a heavy flow inside her lower body but thanks to the tampon, she hadn’t leaked anything to embarrass neither of us. It must be a super absorbent tampon, I thought.

“Rogue, you’re wet…” Lucy said to me affectionately, giving me a big smile.

“I’m sorry, Lu…”

“Don’t say sorry, Ro, I love it. I love its taste and I’m envying your pants now.”

“Lucy, oh, my angel…” I clutched her tightly in my arms, and murmured in a low voice that could only barely be heard, “I want to get even wetter, Lucy, would you help me?”

“Sure, anything… what do you want me to do?”

“I ah… um…” I got an excellent idea in my mind but… I didn’t know what to say. Would she feel embarrassed? Would I sound too rude to her if I spoke out what I was thinking?

“Rogue, there’s not any thing or thought that we can’t share together, Rogue… We’re not just a boyfriend and a girlfriend, but we’re also the best friends of each other’s, right?”

I used to think Scarlett was my best friend in the world but… there was such a big social gap between us that I would never be able to cross. I loved my goddess and she probably loved me too, but for some reason, I felt she was always so distant, even when there was only a thin layer of canopy between me and her… But Lucy was so real and so close that I could sense her warmth and her sweet breath by the whiskers on my skin… She had kind of re-injected courage in my body.

“I… Lucy, I want your blood… I want it in my mouth. You had my juice in your mouth and I want a compensation, .”

“Hehe…” She giggled triumphantly, “Sure, but would you find it too gross?”

“ no. I’ll enjoy it jubilantly just like you did mine in your mouth and hands.”

Lucy kissed me affectionately then moved her hands off my pants. I knew she was going to undress herself and serve me the blood, so I swiftly grasped her hands to stop her, “Lucy, let me do it please. I won’t do no harm to you, I promise…”

I rested her hands on her stomach, while my hands went on down… I held the brim of her jeans in my hands trying to unbuckle it, but I realized that it had already been unbuckled. So I pulled the jeans down, then the panties…

[Rogue]

Chapter Twenty

It was something similar to what I saw at Lucy’s home a couple of days ago, though there was a little difference… I saw a white string hanging down there. I pinched it with two fingers then began to pull it outwards slowly and cautiously, millimeter by millimeter.

“Does it hurt, honey?” I asked Lucy considerately.

“No, it doesn’t, don’t treat it like a landmine, Rogue, it ain’t gonna blow.”

It wasn’t a bomb but, I was still doing it as slowly as if it was, not only for the fear of hurting her but also that I was really enjoying this process… seeing the white cylinder coming out and the change of its color by each millimeter. It pleased me as much as an avid drinker who was greedily unplugging a bottle of vintage.

As the tampon gradually crept out, the color of its inner end grew thicker and redder, which also reflected the change of my blood’s pH level…

I put my mouth near her pussy and extended my mouth out under it as I fathomed there wasn’t much length left inside… I thought there would be a flow coming out once the plug was gone, and I wouldn’t wanna miss even a single drip of it.

And finally, the plug was completely out, but there was no flow… just a tiny hole wetted with blood. I was rather disappointed, but not ready to get up yet…

I kissed the root of one thigh a few times… like I had knocked on the door, her legs spread wider which allowed my mouth to move even closer… close enough for my lips to touch those of her vulva’s.

I began kissing her ferociously, by the other end of her body though… the hair felt on my cheek, the wetness of her lips and the membrane inside… everything felt familiar to me, except for the taste of blood which kind of tricked me into thinking I had bitten and injured her mouth.

I moved a hand on her abdomen then began pressing it gently, hoping to pump more blood into my mouth though I felt like I had already drunk a quart of it… I felt as if I had become a vampire. And the more I drank the more hunger I got.

Her well had run dry when I wasn’t even half full… I longed to drink more of it. I felt a sudden impulse to bite her pussy off so there would be a plenitude of blood coming out to quench my thirst, I wanted to eat her alive even… But I promised her to not cause any harm to her, and even if I hadn’t, how would I allow myself to ever hurt my little angel? It was sinful enough to even think about it. ‘What an asshole you are to even think about it, Rogue.’ I condemned myself.

“Lucy… I hope you’ll start using cups instead, to collect the blood for me to drink… I so envy your damn tampons.”

“Good advice, Rogue, I’ll switch to cups when we get back to Dallas.” She responded.

“Get back to Dallas?” I was confused, having totally forgotten about our scheduled trip to LA, a trip I was once so excited about, a trip that would bring me back to my goddess, and bring her back home eventually.

“Rogue, you forgot about the flight, honey?” Lucy was still clear about everything, “I’ve only brought a bag of tampons with me so… you’ll have to wait until at least we return to Dallas.”

“Oh, yes, the trip… we’re supposed to go to LA.”

“And Rogue, I think we’ve already wasted too much time and there’s not enough time to have a shower even.”

“But… I need to change my pants, at the very least, give me a few minutes…”

“Sure, I also need to insert a new tampon but it won’t take long, I’ll be waiting for you in the car, so… hurry up.”

Lucy might like the dampness of my pants but to be quite honest, it felt direly uncomfortable, so I couldn’t wait to take off that as soon as I reached my bedroom. The semen had already coagulated and the felt like an old piece of leather now, and some of my pubic hair was even glued on it, so firmly it was almost painful to pull it down.

I grabbed a clean pair from the closet then put it on, and hasted outside the house leaving the whole mess behind, without doing anything but locking the door before sitting into Lucy’s car. Then we drove on our way to the airport together.

[Rogue]

Chapter Twenty-One

Lucy was still driving the car carefully as she usually did, so stable that I could hardly feel the car was moving white sitting in it, and it suddenly reminded me of some words my dad once said, not Rogue’s dad, mine in New York. He always put me on the front seat right next to him whenever we went out by car, on various occasions such as going to the shopping mall, to Long Island to see the sunshine, or simply to the highways to have fun driving. Sometimes we felt we didn’t need to go to somewhere, because driving itself was big enough a joy, for both of us.

He taught me to drive when I was only four, half Latarian’s age when he stole his grandma’s SUV and later bumped it into a mail box and got busted. He taught me about everything inside the car, the brake, the throttle, clutch and the gearshift, down to every handle and button behind the steering wheel, and it was always my job to turn on and off the windshield wiper when we were going out for a drive in a rainy day, to find my favorite station on the radio set… When I had the wheel in my hands and my ass on the driver’s seat, there was no worry of bumping into anything because dad would stop the car before anything went wrong, like I could mess it up without paying for nothing, similar to the driving experience in GTA.

How bad my parents were missing me? I couldn’t even think about it, and even if I came back home, bursting into tears and digging my head into their arms, would they believe that was me? My past was gone and I’d better forget about it all, because I was living a new life now with a new family that loved me, and a girlfriend who loved me most of all. The feeling of having a girlfriend was such a pleasurable thing that Mark had never experienced back in New York, but I wasn’t Mark now, I was Rogue, Rogue Smith…

We arrived at the airport before noon, still plenty of time left before our flight. Lucy parked her car in the inner-most corner of the parking lot, and together we walked into the hall where we would spend an hour something waiting for the flight.

We didn’t carry any luggage, except that small handbag that Lucy carried and I could easily imagine the stuffs in it… some simple cosmetics, some pairs of panties and bras and of course, a bag of white cotton tampons. And we didn’t need any luggage at all because it was only going to be a short trip, short in time and short in distance, and Reynolds had promised us he would take care of everything for us…

We had lunch on the plane, and when the plane arrived in LA it was still well before supper time. We walked out of the airport, surprised to find Reynolds standing there waiting for us, wearing a pair of big sunglasses similar to what my goddess used to wear, but it was still easy to recognize him by his big jaw bones and the cleft amid his chin.

“Hey Ryan, we’re so humbled to have you pick us up in person, bro, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Rogue, and Lucy, welcome to LA.”

“Why aren’t these people asking for your signatures, bro?” I asked him curiously. He was a movie star so I though there was always supposed to be a crowd surrounding him wherever he was.

“It’s in LA bro, where celebrities are just as common as maple trees.”

“Maple trees, I don’t think they’re common in the US. Maybe in Canada, they are.”

“Haha, yeah, common as maple trees is just a Canadian proverb, I think.”

“But… you’re not the real Reynolds, and… pardon me please, but if I remember correct, you are a god and you have magic power, so why not just use your ‘power’ to butt that French head and bring her home out right?”

“I no longer have that magic power, bro, I became a mortal the moment I entered this body… but I feel I’m having more power now than ever, being a badass millionaire. It feels just like being a god, and even more than that when you have plenty of money to spend in LA, to be honest.”

“Yeah absolutely, money has power and it has more power than anything else, in my opinion.”

[Rogue]

Chapter Twenty-two

Ryan invited us into his car then drove all the way north through the downtown area. The roads became narrower and shadowed by trees, from which I could see the big letters on the mountain far away that read “Hollywood”.

“So… you haven’t arranged a hotel room for us?” I asked him.

“I’m gonna invite my most important guests to my mansion, bro, to be honest, and that’ll also be your home while you guys are in LA, for as long as you like.”

“Wow, it sounds cool but… would your wife mind it?”

“ that , she’s living in my apartment in downtown LA by herself or with some frothy but I don’t give a …”

“True, seriously if you don’t feel satisfied living with my goddess, there ain’t another in this world that’s gonna satisfy you…” I stopped before saying anything further, when I realized he wasn’t the real Ryan Reynolds. It was not this “Ryan Reynolds” who divorced my goddess and broke her hurt in pieces. ‘How could I confuse them? Or maybe the old Reynolds was still alive and this one is combination of them two?’ I thought to myself.

“I’m sorry…” I said, “I confused you with the old Reynolds. You love my goddess probably just as much as I do, and you always do.”

“It’s OK, bro… Hey, here we arrive.” Reynolds slowed the car then parked it in front of a grand house.

“So, it is the house you mentioned on the way here? It looks so classical and so beautiful…”

“Sure, Reynolds and Scarlett purchased it when they were married…” Reynolds said.

“So… it was my goddess’s home at one time?” I asked.

“Yes, it was, and I hope it’ll continue to be her home after she comes back home to US.”

The house was built in the 1960s, Reynolds told us, and it was luxuriously decorated inside, like every tile on the floor was a display of the former couple’s wealth…

“So, you have owned this house since the divorce?” I asked him, pretending as if he had always been the real Reynolds, and obvious he liked me referring to him that way.

“Haha… not really,” He smiled and shook his head, saying, “It had actually belonged to your goddess since the couple got divorced, but she listed the house for sale in September this year, so I bought it up.”

September, yes, that was after I returned to Dallas… after Nick Ford’s soul entered and took control of this body.

“Thank you so much, Ryan…” I turned to him and gave him a warm hug, while Lucy game him another hug plus a quick kiss on his cheek.

Then Reynolds guided us to visit this house, and he was also a curious tourist in some way it because it was also something new to himself, whose ownership of this house started only two months ago.

[Rogue]

Chapter Twenty-three

We visited each room of the house, the bathrooms, the kitchen and bedrooms, and it felt so big like a museum except there wasn’t any works of art displayed in it… the building itself was a work of art to me though, knowing that my goddess once lived here. But the place felt just like a lifeless work of art without my goddess, the lights looked so dim and the floor still shiny but pale. For a moment I longed to live there with Lucy, as our home for as long as our lives lasted, but later I realized that was what I didn’t want when there were only Lucy and me, without my goddess Scarlett.

“What a lovely place it is… it must feel great to be rich.” Lucy sighed.

“Money can’t buy you everything though…” I sighed back. Although I didn’t mean to say that, those words just escaped my mouth somehow without my permission. So I tried to explain, “Lucy ah… that’s why I want to get famous and make a lot of money, so we can afford something like this too. But you know my goddess still suffered a lot mentally after getting divorced… I mean, you can never imagine someone as wealthy as her feeling unhappy, right?”

“Yeah, I can understand that. People’s wealth has limits but their greed doesn’t, so they’ll always want more than what they have, or what they can afford.” Lucy answered me with such a philosophical response.

“Yeah, exactly, that’s why this Reynolds guy still wants my goddess back with him despite he already has a wife, isn’t it, Ryan?”

“Rogue I know you must be trolling me bro. You have to be the last person in this world to ever misunderstand me, and my love for Scarlett, because we share the common strong affection for that goddess, don’t we?”

I was speechless for the moment because Ryan just said something to me that I could hardly rebut. I was content with my life, and even though I didn’t have no job at the moment, I lived with Rogue’s parents who loved me and gave me everything I needed, and more importantly, I had a girlfriend name Lucy who loved me more than anyone did. I dithered about Ryan’s proposal, but I still accepted it after all. So what else was I still hankering for?

“Bro ah…, it’s time for dinner now. I know there’s a Chinese food restaurant down there in Hollywood.” The house was located on a small hill so Reynolds used “down there” referring to the town of Hollywood.

“I thought you got some food prepared and stored in the refrigerator already…” I joked and we all laughed, and I continued to say, “Seriously bro, I’m never a fan of Chinese food , those Cantonese zipper heads have no clue of cooking Chinese food…” I meant to tell him for the moment about my mom who was an immigrant from China, about my parents in NY and everything that Lucy already knew about me… but I decided not to. I felt there was always an invisible barrier between me and this “Ryan Reynolds”, which that prevented me from knowing him and trusting him, like there was a plot behind all his kind smiles.

“C’mon Rogue, that’s your goddess’s favorite restaurant.” Reynolds insisted.

“So let’s go there then and you’re gonna be the payer anyway. Just ensure me it’s not as disgusting as what you saw in Men in Black III… the octopus’s eyeball rolling in the bowl.”

“You watched that film? I thought you only watched films with your goddess in… you said that a million times on Spurstalk.” Reynolds asked me.

“So you’re still posting on Spurstalk? I thought you had given your account to someone else, to be honest.”

“No way, bro, I’m a ing legend of this site and I’d give away all my wealth before my ‘mono’ account, or ‘Rappin’ Shaq’.”

“OK bro,” I said, “yes I did say that, but that was before I got addicted to my goddess. I had only watched her films since the obsession began and I’m never gonna watch any films without her, to be honest.”

We’d already walked out of the house and got into the car as we spoke, and then Reynolds drove us down south to have dinner together, in downtown Hollywood.

[Rogue]

Chapter Twenty-Four

The food was not as ty as I expected, at least much better than what we ate on the plane which made me want to vomit even though I only ate a little, and I already felt hungry like a dog after a full day of activities so I still ate quite a lot at the Chinese food restaurant. I felt a bulk in my stomach so after we got done eating and Ryan paying the bill, I proposed to have a walk together which they both also agreed to.

The lights along the street looked rather dim, like they didn’t want to give out too much light to disrupt the tranquility of this small town, and it surprised me how quite everything here was compared to the night life of Broadway which would often remain garish and noisy till midnight. LA wasn’t so densely populated as New York City that was probably why.

“Everything’s so quiet here and I even feel a bit chilly, or maybe it’s just the quietness of the night that makes me feel so… but, isn’t Hollywood supposed to be noisy and lovely like other big cities?”

“That’s because there aren’t many s living in Hollywood… if you want noisiness you can go to southern LA, where the ghettos are… Remember? There were even riots going on in the south after the Lakers won the NBA finals in 09, s burning cars and pillaging shops and the cops could do nothing to cool them down.”

“That sounds crazy, doesn’t it?” Lucy turned to me and said, her bright blue eyes blinking like the stars up there in the dark sky.

“Yeah, that is crazy and I even saw those pictures of the riots on Spurstalk after the 09’ finals, and 10’ as well, and it fairly reflects the composition of population in this city…” I said, “You know, the yellows are already the majority in UCLA.”

“Yellows and s, to be exact…” Reynolds added.

“C’mon dudes, how come you both start to sound so racists?” Lucy said.

“It’s not racist, honey, it’s just Spurstalk language. We even call each other ‘ ’ and no one feels offended…” I turned to Ryan then said, “and, hey Ryan, you kind of sound like my m>s somehow.”

“He ain’t just your , Rogue. He’s a badass and we’re friends too, as far as you’re concerned. And he’s been helping me searching for evidences about Dauriac’s involvement with the conflicts in Syria.”

“Conflicts in Syria, how does Dauriac have a hand in it?” I was puzzled, “Ain’t he a journalist?”

“Journalist yes, that’s what he used to be but he’s been a firearm smuggler for years, transporting weapons from France to Syria… you know Syria used to be France’s colony, right?”

“So he’s associated with Bashar Assad?” I asked.

“Nope, he sells weapons to the rebels.”

“I think the west has been providing them with weapons for free.”

“Not common weapons…” Reynolds said, “He sells them chemical weapons.”

“So… the rebels also used chemical weapons? Yes, m>s said so and I thought he was just joking.”

“Obviously he wasn’t just joking, and if we find the evidence about Daurica’s involvement in the deals, he will be ed and your goddess will be home.”

“But… I’m afraid that once we rip apart his mask, he would go ape and would probably take hostage of my goddess. We can’t try anything that may possibly endanger my goddess, Ryan.” I hesitated for a while, made a careful selections of what words to use, then continued, “I think Dauriac also loves my goddess, genuinely, and I’d rather leave things the way they are if… I’d beg you to drop that plan if it may put my goddess in danger.”

“Bro, that’s why we need to show the evidence to your goddess without letting that French mother er know it, and that’s why we need your help, Rogue.” Reynolds said to me defiantly.

“Promise me, Ryan, promise me whatever you do will not cause any harm or pose any threat to my goddess.”

“OK, I promise, I swear…” Reynolds erected three fingers upright as he spoke.

“Good… But how could our friend m>s collect those evidences?”

“You don’t know it? He has a friend named Ghazi who has a strong connection with the Middle East. You know, Ghazi is an Arabic name.”

“And that’s also his screen name on Spurstalk, isn’t it?” I asked.

“Yes, hahah… you know I used to talk a lot of trash against that guy so I knew he wouldn’t help me, so I had to ask m>s to take my requests as his own.”

“You just envy him, I think. He was right about them mavs in 2011 and he had faith in his team… dude pwned your ass, to be honest.”

“I also deserve credit for inverse-jinxing my team though.” Reynolds countered, although we all know the “inverse-jinxing” bull was just a pale attempt for him to save some face.

[Rogue]

Chapter Twenty-five

We ambled along the street while talking about some more trivia, with Lucy between us, me holding one hand of hers and Reynolds the other. We walked past a gas station then turned left and walked down a sloped road. The road was still quiet except for some hookers mincing back and forth, which we just ignored… Everything looked so familiar to me like I had driven a car through all these streets and blocks some when, but I had never been to LA before…

We turned left again at the right next corner and walked into a street which looked different than the rest. The sidewalks on both sides were paved with square black tiles, with a star pattern on each one of them.

“It’s… walk of fame.” I shrieked excitedly like a little girl, and I also remembered why I was so familiar with everything I’d just seen. I saw them while playing GTA… I drove a stolen through the city all the way here from CJ’s house, stopped the car then stepped out, walking along this street and looking for my goddess’s star. But there was no name on any tile, and then I realized even if the detail level of the game allowed the appearance of each name, there would still be no star with my goddess’s name because the game was release in 04, eight years before my goddess got her star there.

But I knew I could find her star this night… it was the real all of fame and I could see clearly every letter of each name. I slowed down my pace, moved carefully along the sidewalk with my head down all the way checking each star…

“What’re you looking for, Rogue?” Reynolds asked me.

“I’m um…” I cleared my throat then said, “Do you know where my goddess’s star is?”

“Sure, it’s over there, near the next corner.” He pointed to the next corner as he spoke.

“God… thank you so much bro, you saved me a lot of efforts, to be honest.”

I rushed like a flash towards where Ryan pointed to, leaving Lucy and Ryan and even my shadow far behind…

‘Yes, it is here.’ I looked around and saw the exact same cir stances I saw on the pictures, pictures about that event… my goddess standing, sitting, and even kneeling on her star, smiling like a flower in the sunshine…

I crooked my back and began searching, and helped by Lucy and Ryan who’d also arrived just now…

“It’s here, Rogue…” It was Lucy’s voice.

I hurried there and looked down and saw that star, with a name written on it, a name that was deeply etched into my heart… “Scarlett Johansson”.

“Oh, my goddess… Oh Lucy, thank you so much.” I wanted to give Lucy a hug then a warm kiss, but didn’t give her neither before I sat down onto the ground, putting both hands on that star just like my goddess did when she was receiving it. I moved my face close to it as though I could still smell some residue of her scent left from that day, like I could still hear her laughter and feel her body’s warmth.

I began kissing the star and kissing it passionately… my goddess didn’t even kiss the star herself the day she received it.

It was no longer just a piece of stone to me… It represented my goddess and at that moment I could even feel my goddess being with me, right beside my knees.

“Rogue, the ground is too cold and you would get sick…” I felt a hand on my left shoulder, and another hand identically slender and soft taking hold of my right elbow…

I looked up and saw a pale face and a pair of teary blue eyes, Lucy’s face and eyes.

“I… I’m sorry…” I couldn’t say anything than that, as my heart and throat was instantly flooded by the feeling of guilt and regret… ‘How could you act so obsessively about another woman while your girlfriend was standing right next to you? What an asshole you had just been, Rogue…’ I couldn’t stop condemning myself internally.

“Lucy, I thought I could love you more but the obsession continued… it’s just incurable, I’m so sorry…” I said to my poor girlfriend sobbingly.

“It doesn’t matter, really. Don’t fight it, Rogue, just accept it and I can accept it too, to be honest.” Lucy paused for a moment, and went on to say, “Your obsession with your goddess is also one of the reasons why I love you so much, Rogue… you’re so genuine and you’re so devoted to the girl you love, which has moved me more than anything would…”

“Lucy… Oh my angel…” I clutched her body in my arms firmly, and the warmth of her body warmed up mine thoroughly. I felt two drips of tears slid down my cheeks then into her hair, absorbed.

[Rogue]

Chapter Twenty-six

I opened my eyes, blinking back tears and I illusively saw her dark brown hair turning slightly blonde, maybe it was just an illusion caused by the dim orange light of streetlamps but… with the new dark blonde hair she looked so much like my goddess. Lucy was probably just a mirage of my goddess, and I remembered Giuseppe once said he had been intentionally making her that way. But this girl in my arms was real, so real I could even smell her breath with my nose and feel the beating of her heart with my chest.

But, unlike the previous times when I had Lucy in my arms, I still felt quiet and calm under my pants this time… “My goddess…” I murmured in my mouth, behind my teeth, while my arms held her body more tightly.

“I’m not your goddess though, Rogue. This is Lucy. I’m your girl, honey… I’m your bee…”

“Yes, you’re my goddess too, Lucy… you and Scarlett are the same person now, in my mind.”

I actually felt at the moment that they were the same person, and I could never love one of them without loving the other. It was like, Scarlett was my true love and Lucy was her mirage, or vice versa? Scarlett was just an imaginary figure, an ideal image of a woman that I built up in my mind, and Lucy was a “Scarlett come to life”?

But, what if they were both real and both loved me just as much as I loved them? Lucy was already my girlfriend and I would certainly never allow myself to do anything to hurt her feelings, not to say Scarlett already had a husband as well as millions of fans in world wide who loved her just as much, while Lucy only had me… But how would Scarlett feel if I told her I had fallen in love with another girl and she had to share my heart with her from now on? Would Scarlett be so generous like my Lucy was?

For this moment, however, there was only one woman in my mind, the lovely girl in my arms. She was the combination of Scarlett and herself, on whom I was concentrating all the love I could afford. I rumpled her hair gently and dug my face in it, letting my tears of happiness run freely through the dark blonde threads of her hair.

Lucy was sobbing too, I could hear it. I felt the unsteady breath of hers on my neck and upper back, and her tears rolling down along my spine. Her body was slightly shaking, not just for the coldness of the night but also the feeling of happiness we shared…

“ o? This is Ryan Reynolds, who’s that?” Ryan received a phone call. Although we tried our best to ignore it, to fight our curiosity, we still reluctantly woke ourselves up from the reverie because we heard something that sounded really important, about our primary objective of this trip…

“Oh… Hi Brian, what’s up bro?” Ryan said, and I knew it was Brian talking at the other end of the phone. Brian was m>s (which was his screen name on Spurstalk) and he was helping Reynolds search for evidences about Dauriac’s involvement in the illegal transportation of chemical weapons to Syria. Brian and I had been friends since high school and I knew he wasn’t that type of guy who would call another guy just to say goodnight, so he must have something important to tell Reynolds now.

“You’ve got the evidence? That’s fantastic!” Reynolds paused for a few seconds, listening and nodding, and continued to say, “OK bro, I’ll get home as soon as possible then you can send it to me via AIM.”

“AIM, you also use AIM?” I asked him confusedly.

“Yup, what’s the problem?”

“I thought you were too old to use it, haha…” I said banteringly, “Just joking, so you must have a screen name on AIM. What’s it? I’ll add you on my contact list.”

“Well, thanks. I’m ‘MonoSpurstalk’ on AIM.”

[Rogue]

Chapter Twenty-seven

We came back to Reynolds’s at-hill mansion with no time having been wasted, as Reynolds and I were both eager to see the evidences and to find out what a venal asshole Dauriac was, but Lucy didn’t seem to care about even whom Dauriac was. She really enjoyed the moment we spent together on the walk of fame, in the mixed light of the moon and the dim streetlamps. She wanted that moment to last as long as it could, but she didn’t say anything in disapproval when Reynolds proposed to leave, because she loved me and she knew what I was thinking… While I was caressing her hair and her slender back, I was calling her “goddess” which, she knew, was what I always used to refer to another woman… I still had no idea which woman I loved more, or which I should’ve loved more, but Lucy knew that even better than I myself did.

Logging in on AIM and Spurstalk was always the first thing I did when I came back home and I was somewhat surprised to find Reynolds had the similar habit… or it was not a habit for him and it didn’t happen everyday, but just this special day because he couldn’t wait to get the powerful evidences which would expectedly convince Scarlett to stay in the US.

The only difference was there was no Spurstalk tonight… obviously he had nothing on his mind but the evidence that m>s had found and was about to send him, that he thought would bring his ex-wife back to him, from that Frenchmen whose asshole iden y was soon to be verified.

“Hey mono, wussup mah ?” A message from m>s sent about 20 minutes ago, and m>s was still online… He had been waiting for Ryan Reynolds.

“Nothing much, just got back from Hollywood, sorry being late…” Reynolds responded.

“Oh… hi,” an instant response from m>s, “nothing much, my Ghazi just got the evidences you wanted and sent them to me earlier tonight, and I knew you couldn’t wait to get them, my .”

“Cool story, bro…” Before Reynolds could say thanks, he received a file (in rar form) from m>s which was no doubt the evidence he had craved for long.

He opened the folder then unzipped the file. The file wasn’t big, just several pictures but Reynolds knew they were enough to expose Dauriac’s ass… chemical weapons stored in piles of wooden boxes with skeleton and crossing-bone prints, Dauriac shaking hands with Syrian insurgents, etc…

“Thank you so much, Brian…” Reynolds finally said thanks, “and… what’s your pay-pal account? I want to thank you and your Ghazi, in the form of um… money.”

“C’mon dude, you don’t need to. I know where gold is at. I’ve been a banker for years and I already have enough money so… no thanks.” Brian said genuinely, “plus, I’m also helping my friend Rogue, I know he must want his goddess back home too, to be honest.”

“Yeah bro, you’re damn right and Rogue’s right here with me, do you wanna talk to him?”

“Sure, why not?”

“Hi , what’s up?” I took the keyboard and typed.

“ …” m>s responded instantly, “You’re in LA now, really?”

“Yup, I umm… Lucy and I are having a tour here, ah… Reynolds invited us.”

“Lucy? Ah, that’s your girlfriend, isn’t she? You talked about her on Spurstalk, how’s your relationship going?” m>s asked.

I was out of ideas what to type at the moment… I turned my eyes to my right side and saw Lucy’s lovely face. She was gazing at me and smiling, and she didn’t even seem to pay any attention to what I was typing. Like, I could’ve just typed “ that , mayne, my love is all about Scarlett and she’s my only goddess forever” and Lucy wouldn’t see it at all.

“It’s going fine, I think... I’m gonna help Reynolds to stay my goddess, and Lucy will always be on my side whatever I do.” I turned my eyes and looked at Lucy… she was nodding and smiling.

“Oh… I thought you had got off that Scarlett obsession .”

“My love for Scarlett will never stop as long as my life lasts, to be honest.” I typed determinedly, ending the message with a “sunglass” smile.

[Rogue]

Chapter Twenty-eight

I chatted with m>s on AIM till very late, just like we had usually done when I was still living in New York, named Mark and working in a local college. I hadn’t spend such a long time talking to him or anyone else since… since Mark was killed and his soul left his body. Now this soul resided in Rogue’s body and that was my soul. It was Scarlett who gave me a second life, and I guessed that was part of the reason why I kept referring to her as “my goddess”. I loved my goddess in a similar way to how I loved God who gave me a life and everything, rather than another way that involved carnal pleasures like how I loved Lucy.

“So… the rest is your errand.” Reynolds said to me.

“Ah… yes, thanks, for um… your kind reception and for finding those evidences, and… I won’t disappoint you, I promise.” I tried my best to look confident and determined in front of him, but to be quite honest I didn’t really know how to begin with. I couldn’t tell my real purpose to my goddess, which meant I would have to deceive her, in someway, and I didn’t know if I would ever be able to forgive myself for lying to my goddess.

“So… you’re gonna make a call to your goddess, telling her you want to meet her as soon as possible?” Reynolds asked.

My goddess must also want to see me, but I needed to call her first to let her know that I was in LA. ‘Should I call my goddess now? Or should I return to Dallas with Lucy and leave Ryan the alone?’ I was hesitating. I wanted to see my goddess… I wanted it more than anything, but the fear of being a liar to my goddess always drove my hand back from the phone. But Reynolds had prepared everything so well, how could I explain to him? It felt like, Reynolds had put me on a tiger’s back and I was afraid to dismount. So I finally decided to make the call, but not to my goddess. I dialed the number of Jason Shackelford. Even if a lie had to be told, I felt it would be better if it was told to my goddess from another mouth rather than mine.

‘You’re doing everything for the good of your goddess, Rogue. Dauriac is an asshole and you goddess must know this, and she will make the right decision and she will thank you…’ I had to keep telling myself these words to feel less guilty, while waiting for Jason to answer my call.

“ o, this is Jason Shackelford.”

“Hi Jason, what’s up mayne? This is Rogue, you not forgotten me yet bro?”

“Oh, yeah, Mr. Smith, glad to speak to you again. Is there anything I can do for you, sir?”

“I… to start with, I want you to stop calling me Mr. Smith or . Just call me Rogue, bro, we’re friends ain’t we?” I felt too nervous to tell him my real purpose at the moment, so I thought of something else.

“Haha… no problem, Rogue. Glad to talk with you and what’s going on in your life bro?”

“Well, nothing much, Lucy and I are enjoying our vacation in LA right now.” I intentionally directed the topic to us being LA, so Jason would continue to ask how long we were gonna stay, and if I wanted to meet my goddess here in LA. Of course he knew my answer would be yes, always yes, but he was still gonna ask me anyway. Asking meaningless questions was part of their job. Some people just got paid for being or appearing stupid and unfortunately Jason was one of them.

“Have a good time in LA, bro. How long are you gonna stay here?”

“Until next week, maybe…”

“Cool, so… you know, Ms. Johansson is also in LA now shooting her new film…”

“Is the film named under the skin?” I interrupted Jason.

“Yes… and Ms. Johansson will also have a day off tomorrow, so if you wanna meet her, I can arrange it for you.”

“Good, thanks… Jason, you know that’s exactly why I’m making this call… sorry I may not be showing enough respect to you, my friend.”

“It’s OK, Rogue. No one on our team is nearly as important as Ms. Johansson.”

“Yup, that is true… and ah… Is my goddess alone in LA? I mean, is her husband with her here?” I asked an important question, because our mission would be extremely difficult if her husband was also in LA, being with her.

“No, her husband is in France now, I think. Ms. Johansson has been working here and Mr. Dauriac would have little to do to help her with her work. Ms. Johansson will fly back to France as soon as her work here is done, so the new couple won’t be separated for too long…”

What Jason just said really encouraged me to carry out Reynolds’s plan, not only at his request but also from my own willingness. The absence of her husband would make our mission much easier, and it was at this moment I actually felt painful and depressed when Jason said “She will fly back to France as soon as her work here is done.” France wasn’t my goddess’s home. Her home was in New York, the US, but how come he used “fly back”? It sounded like she belonged in France now, which was unacceptable not just to me but to everyone in this country who loved this American girl, this home girl.

“Cool story, bro. And… thank you, Jason.”

“No problem. I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning, where shall we meet bro?”

“Ah…” I couldn’t tell him to come over here to Reynolds’s place, of course, “I… How about walk of fame, near Scarlett’s star?”

“OK, what a great idea, bro. I’ll arrive at about 8 o’clock. See you.”

“See you…”

[Rogue]

Chapter Twenty-nine

I had a hard time sleeping tonight, either because of my natural inadaptability to any strange place or just the excitement about what was expected to happen the next day, I had no idea.

Lucy was lying next to me in the same big soft bed, but I was in no mood to do make love with her tonight. ‘Just show these evidences to my goddess and tell her to leave that French , but what should I say?’ I kept thinking to myself, and could hardly find any reason to justify what… convincing a newly-married woman to leave her husband?

My head was in a mess and my heart felt empty. For a moment I thought I had also become an actor who was asked to shoot a short film tomorrow. I would still smile, would talk to her and even hug her possibly, but everything would feel so fake… I had to plan the dialogue in advance, rehearsing the script in my mind again and again.

I put a hand down to the center of my body, as I usually did whenever I felt lonely lying in my head alone… I would grope the joystick and begin playing with it, until I felt wet in my hand, and also in my pants…

But I found something different this time… I felt a hand was already there, soft, slender, and somewhat cold… and it was strange enough I hadn’t felt it at all before my hand arrived there. I was almost numb from my chest down, it felt like.

I groped the hand instead and the skin felt so smooth just like the hair that I felt with the other hand as I rumpled the hair gently.

“Lucy…” I moved my head close to hers then kissed her on the forehead, and said, “I love you, and I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry, Rogue. I’m gonna help you.” Lucy then began fondling the soft sack as a whole. Her hand became warm again, and the warmth glowed through my pants gradually, bringing my back to life.

It was a familiar feeling… her scent, her feminine voice, her warmth, and of course the hand playing my and balls, all together made a strong battery that increased the voltage of my body quickly. The water level inside my pubes was rising too, and was about to spill soon…

“Lucy, stop please…” I griped her hand and held it tightly, and said to her in a begging voice, “I’m sorry but I don’t want Goddess to smell my juice when I meet her tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I know it.” She loosened her hand and moved it up to my ribcage, her head also coming to me and resting on my chest. But her legs remained still… she was trying her best to not touch my again.

I moved my chin back and forth over her head, plucking her hair near the root and letting it breeze over my neck and chest. Lucy’s breasts had sandwiched my left arm, situating my left hand right at the root of her thighs. Under the order from my brain, or probably not, my left hand crept inside, and also got sandwiched there and remained still. While I had also moved my right hand up to her pelvis, tucked my fingers into the upper brim of her panties and rested it there without any further movements.

I felt calmed and tranquilized, and fell asleep somehow.

[N0 LyF3 ScRuB]

Rogue, your goddess is ugly as

[Rogue]

Rogue, your goddess is ugly as

If my goddess was ugly then 50% of the world's male population would've committed suicide because of depression and loneliness caused by no-sex, while the other half would join me in our global brotherhood of celibacy.

thanks for your post anyway. it's like the first reply in this thread since... last week?

[Rogue]

Chapter Thirty

I woke up next morning before anyone did, even before the sun did, so there was enough time for me to go on foot to the walk of fame. I wriggled out of the bed carefully, trying not to wake Lucy up, but she still woke up regardless. Her lips strived to disentangle her long lashes then her eyes opened, still sleepy though. She looked at me quietly and confusedly as though she was trying to solve a complicated math question.

“Rogue, you got up so early hon?” She murmured in a dreamy voice.

“I… I got an appointment this morning and I gotta go now.”

I would’ve already walked out of the house had she not woken up, but she did wake up, and I felt an invisible force keeping me still, even drawing me back. I could strongly feel the magnetism of Lucy. I tried to move my feet against the magnetic field but my body felt so heavy I couldn’t move a muscle, like I was trapped in an Iron Man suit which was out of power, like I was standing on a white dwarf.

‘You cannot just go away while leaving only those cold words to your girlfriend… or no words at all if she didn’t wake up. What an asshole you just stooped to being, damn you Rogue.’ An instant feeling of guilt flooded my mind and gave me a hard time stop condemning myself.

I trudged back to the bed and led my shoulder to Lucy for her to lay her head on.

“Honey…” She whispered to me affectionately, “Just be careful, honey, I know you won’t allow me to go with you so you gotta take care of yourself.”

“Thanks but… C’mon, I ain’t going for a joust though, and Scarlett ain’t eating me alive…” I tried to sound easy, to conceal my internal nervousness, anxiety, or simple excitement.

“But Dauriac may turn out unfriendly, even malicious, if he knows what you’re going for…”

“Lucy, quit frightening yourself, honey. Dauriac is in France now, Jason told me yesterday… There’s nothing to worry about.” I consoled Lucy, though I also had such an ominous that Daurica might already know all these, but it didn’t worry me as much as it did Lucy.

“Dauriac deals weapons with terrorists, Rogue. He can be very dangerous… I know there’s nothing that could prevent you from going, to me your goddess, but I just want you to take care of yourself, honey…”

“Sure, I’ll take care of myself, I promise… And, thanks. I love you, Lucy.” I withdrew my head a little then kissed her on the cheek.

She remained silent, seeing me get my feet back in my shoes and walk to the door. I took the doorknob and opened the door, and looked back to say goodbye to her… She was kneeling on the bed, her lower body almost naked except her panties, which were in pink color. The light was so dim last night I didn’t even see the color of her panties, but now I saw it clearly, and it rekindled a strong feeling in my head and almost deprived me of balance at the moment…

I pushed the door back closed and came back to the bed again, kneeling on it face to face opposite Lucy.

“Honey… you changed your panties? They aren’t the same pair you wore when… when we were at my home, in Dallas.”

“Yeah, I changed them last night because I found a little leakage on them, what’s wrong?”

“Oh god… no, goddess…” I was almost speechless because that pair of pink panties reminded me of the opening scene of Lost in translation, the pair that covered the round supple ass of my goddess.

“Roguey? What’s wrong, my honey?” Lucy asked me considerately.

“Nothing much… I ah… just thought of a film when I umm… when I saw your pink panties. Have you ever watched Lost in Translation, honey?”

“Have never watched that movie, I’ll watch it though. Seems like you like it pretty much.”

“Exactly, in fact I love every movie with my goddess in. I love everything that’s related to my goddess, like, I used to despise them Yids but now I’ve learned to respect them, because my goddess is half Jewish.”

“Umm… yes, I know it…” Lucy said calmly but I could see the sadness in her eyes.

“Lucy, I’m sorry…” I said, “You’re my girlfriend but I’ve always been showing more love for another woman. I should’ve at least covered it a little but… I just couldn’t.”

“It doesn’t matter, Rogue, I can deal with it… At least you’re being genuine, and honest. You’re a truthful person and that’s the main reason why I love you so much…”

“Lucy…” I felt deeply touched and my eyes felt wet. I did my best to blink tears back, and said, “That’s also I love you so much, Lucy, for your incredible generosity.”

We hugged each other tightly and tacitly. I felt her hard breathing, her breasts pushing against my chest and her tears wetting my neck.

“Take care of yourself, Lucy, please, for me…” I whispered to her, “I’ll be back soon…” After giving her a quick kiss, I freed myself from her arms and walked back to the door, and out of the room, then the house…

[Rogue]

Chapter Thirty-one

I arrived at the walk of fame just a few minutes to eight o’clock- our appointed time. The street was quiet and it was normal for a weekend morning, I thought. Mornings of autumn were usually cold in Dallas, but I didn’t feel that way at all at the moment because my body had been warmed up enough, or that it was due to the oceanic climate of LA.

I didn’t wait too long before the clock hit eight. I didn’t wear any watch but I knew it was already eight o’clock as the shops along the street open, one after another, yet I still hadn’t seen no sign of Jason arriving. Americans were used to being late for their appointments, and also used to waiting for their friends whom they had made appointments with. I had nothing else to do anyway, so I decided to wait, loitering around my goddess’s star tirelessly. I would never feel tired of looking at my goddess’s face, or her name inscribed on the star, and it made me forget about the time…

I had no idea how long I had been there, observing her star devotedly while ignoring all the by-passers, when a black limousine stopped right in front of me. The windows of the limousine looked just as dark as its iron body, and I didn’t believe the car belonged to my goddess until I saw Jason stepping out of the car, from the driver’s seat.

“Sorry, Mr. Smith… Oh no, Rogue, sorry I’m late.” Jason greeted me with a genuine apology, though I had no idea how late he was.

“Nothing much, bro. I don’t think I’ve been here very long.” I would never feel it too long while having my goddess’s star at my side. I would like to even die here and bury myself into the ground, right beneath that star so I would stay with her forever, as long as the walk of fame existed, at least.

“You haven’t been here for long? But it is nearly nine and a half.” Jason said.

“So… how did you know I wasn’t also late?”

“Because you’re such a polite guy, Ms. Johansson often says so. She tells me that Rogue is more like a German rather than an American when it comes to attending a date or an appointment.”

“Really, she often talks about me?”

“Yea, for sure, you’ve been her favorite writer since the first time she read your ‘goddess’ novel, a story featuring herself.”

“I feel so humbled and honored, Jason” I couldn’t hide my jubilance and I almost screamed like a little girl, “and I’ve been writing several sequels and I’m gonna continue doing so, as long as my life lasts…” I paused for a second and continued, “My life will possibly come to an end someday, but my love for that goddess will last forever. Jason, she’s my forever goddess…”

“Rogue, I feel so touched… and it even makes me envy you, more or less.”

“Don’t envy me, Jason.” I responded subconsciously, but suddenly I recognized that it wasn’t Jason’s voice, and Jason wouldn’t have said that… I looked up and saw a familiar face walking out from the back seat and extending a hand to me. I shook hand with him, despite not being able to breathe for the moment. I felt my heart almost stopped beating when I saw him… It was Romain Dauriac, husband of my goddess.

“Rogue my bro, so nice to see you again. Come in the car and sit with me in the back seat.” Romain said to me, though I was so shocked and somewhat frightened I couldn’t even move a muscle, motionless like frozen.

“Bro, nice to meet you too, Romain.” I struggled to say, my voice trembling, “I thought you were in France. Jason told me yesterday you were in France.”

“Yes, I was in France yesterday but I arrived in LA earlier this morning.” Romain said.

“Yes, Romain gave me a call this morning asking me to pick him up from the airport”, Jason continued, “that’s why I’m late for our appointment, and now I’m driving both you guys where Ms. Johansson is.”

“What a surprise.” I sighed, though it was more like dismay to me.

[Rogue]

Chapter Thirty-two

I dragged my legs after Romain’s steps and followed him into the car. The seat was leather-covered and felt comfortably soft, but I was feeling hardly any comfort sitting next to him. Was it guilt, fear, or maybe even both?

We talked about nothing but trivia on the way, about their honeymoon in France and some recently released films, like Don Jon…

“Have you watched Don Jon yet?” Romain asked me, “The latest released film starring your goddess?”

“I ah… I’m still waiting for available downloads on thepiratebay, any download that actually works. I’ve downloaded three to four Don Jon video files, sizes ranging from 700M to 1G but those files are all code-protected.”

“Why don’t you just go to the cinema to watch it? Are you even more parsimonious than a Frenchman, like Arsène Wenger?” Romain said jokingly.

“C’mon dude I ain’t stingy like Wenger, and even Wenger ain’t that stingy anymore. You know, he bought Özil for 40 ing pound… I’d like to spend my whole life’s savings on my goddess but watching the film once or twice would be far from enough for me… I need to download it in my laptop and watch it over and over again.”

“Bro… I didn’t know you love her so much.” Romain hesitated for a moment, and continued, “It must be a terrible feeling to know that you goddess is now married to another man.”

“It’s not like that. She’s never the type of girl that I’d like to get married to. I just love her and I feel extremely lucky that she even knows me. She had already given me more than I could ever expect… I think that you don’t have to marry a person to show how much you lover her, in my humble opinion.”

I waited for Romain’s response, but he remained silent until he suddenly told Jason to stop the car, in front of a flower shop.

“Hi Jason, I want you to do me a favor bud.” He put out his credit car as he spoke, handed it to Jason and said, “Please buy a big bunch of roses for me, oh no… two bunches for both Rogue and me. We can’t go to meet Scarlett empty-handed.”

“Yes sir…” Jason took the card and went into the store…

“So… you’re satisfied with just being a friend of your goddess?” Romain asked me, as his facial expression suddenly turned serious.

“Yes, why do you still ask that?”

“Why do you come here to wreck my marriage?”

“What? I… I’m sorry, I… I just…” I couldn’t think of the right words to make up a good response, but it was apparent he already knew everything, “But how did you know that?” I asked him.

“I eavesdropped on your AIM chat, last night. So I instantly came here by my private yet, to stop you.”

“I never meant to cause any harm to Scarlett though. Reynolds just convinced me that my goddess would live a better life if she left an illegal weapon dealer that you are.”

“I am an illegal weapon dealer? C’mon bro, you’re gullible. The European Union has been supplying the rebels with weapons and everything, because it is the Syrian government that the West treats as an enemy that they want to put down… Even the French government connives with me to sell them chemical weapons.” Romain explained to me.

“But my goddess would never agree with you. Your weapons are just as evil as Bassad’s, and the weapons combined killed millions of people in Syria. My goddess would never tolerate it, and she wouldn’t be happy living with a massive killer if she knew what you are…”

“No bro, you’ve been completely misled. My weapons are actually saving lives in Syria. Bassad is killing innocent people with chemical weapons anyway, but Bassad can’t use them as abusively now that the rebels also have them. It’s like um… set a thief to catch other thieves.”

“It doesn’t make any sense to me…” I said impatiently, “I’m gonna tell her the truth anyway. My goddess deserves to know the truth.”

“Rogue, please… you can lose everything for your goddess, and so can I.” Romain said defiantly, “I might be a bad guy in other people’s eyes but you should never doubt my love for Scarlett. And do you seriously think she’d live a happier life if she went back to Ryan Reynolds? Then why did they get divorced in the first place?”

I couldn’t say anything to rebut him, and I was even agreeing with him internally. His weapons might have killed several thousand people in Syria but several thousand lives… even millions of lives would be nothing comparable to my goddess’s life. If Romain could always treat my goddess right, which I believed he definitely did, there would be no reason for me to break them apart just to enchant Ryan Reynolds. I wanted to abort this mission, but how would I respond to Reynolds later?

[Rogue]

Chapter Thirty-three

“Hi guys, sorry for making you wait so long. I was bargaining with the seller, she must’ve seen our limousine but I had to show her that we were the wrong target to rob.” He handed the card back to Romain and said, “Thanks, Mr. Dauriac.”

“No, thank you, Jason, for buying us the flowers…” Romain said.

“You’re welcome.” Jason sat back in the driver’s seat and went on driving.

I turned my eyes to Romain and found that he was also looking at me. Although he wasn’t saying anything, I could read his mind through his brown eyes. I could see the fear and uneasiness in his eyes, the fear of losing Scarlett more than the fear of being exposed an illegal weapon dealer in the public, and also the genuine love for his wife, my goddess… I extended my right hand to him, holding his right hand strongly while tapping his lap gently with another hand. Then I smiled to him, and he smiled too, anxiety completely gone from his face and replaced by relief and calmness.

“Jason, we’re going to meet my goddess, aren’t we?” I asked Jason. I felt the car had already run several miles and I assumed my goddess’s home in LA shouldn’t be so far away from Hollywood.

“Sure, she’s waiting for us.”

“But, where’s she? Aren’t we going to her LA home?”

“Oh no… my bad, we’re going to Westchester and we’re arriving soon. There’s a golf course in Westchester and your goddess is waiting right there. She’s gonna invite you to play golf. Have you ever played it before?”

“Ah, golf… the sport Tiger Woods plays, yeah.” I said excitedly, pretending to know something about golf but sadly, the name Tiger Woods was the only thing I knew about this game.

“So you’ve played it before?” Romain asked me, with that same big smile except that it looked more genuine and more natural this time. It seemed like he already knew I hadn’t ever played it… it was a game for the wealthy people after all.

“No. But I think it’s similar to soccer… both games are played on grassland, hahaha…” All of us three laughed.

“Here it is…” Jason said, as the car entered a parking lot. Each car slot here looked so big as if they were just designed for those limousines. The whole place looked like a huge park… or a natural reserve because the air here smelt much fresher than most parks and the grass much greener, except that there were barely any trees here.

“Hi, you’re coming late…” I saw a woman coming close waving her left hand towards us. It was my goddess of course, in grey t-shirt and black shorts. I no longer had any nervousness when meeting her because she was already an old friend of mine, or simply because I’d already decided what to say… I wouldn’t stay here for long, I thought, “just meet her and say hi, then get the away the first chance you get…’ I wouldn’t let her know that I was coming to LA with an overt purpose. I would be on my way home before she could find something wrong.

“Sorry,” Romain said, “we stopped to buy some flowers on our way… it was Rogue’s idea.” He handed Scarlett the flowers then pointed to me, and suddenly notified me that I also held a bunch of flowers in my hands.

He was lying when he said it was my idea, but he was just doing this as a method of thanking me for keeping the secret for him.

“Ah… yeah, but Romain paid for them…” I also handed the flowers to my goddess as I spoke.

“Thank you… you guys are so lovely, both of you…” My goddess said in raptures, giving each of us a quick kiss on the cheek.

“So… what are we gonna play today, Goddess?” Romain asked my goddess, and it kind of surprised me that he also started to refer to her as “goddess”.

“Golf, of course, let’s go.”

“I’m sorry, goddess,” I interrupted her, knowing it was a good chance for me to escape, “I don’t know how to play golf, I…” I meant to say ‘I’ve gotta leave now, go to staples to watch the Mavs-Clippers game this afternoon’, though I wasn’t sure if the game was in today or tomorrow, or even the day after tomorrow.

“C’mon Rogue, I’ll teach you to play it. It’s easier than you think.”

“Sorry, goddess… You know I can never abstain from… loving you. I ah…” I was having a hard time looking for the right words to say, “I… I got something else to do and… I must leave now.”

Scarlett was gazing at me, confused and disappointed, and her magnificent hazel eyes seemed to be penetrating my defensive line and catching my heart again… So I looked away and turned my eyes to Romain, he was looking at me too… nodding stealthily and smiling, a message of complete thankfulness sent to me.

“OK Rogue…” My goddess said and her voice was slightly quivering, “OK, Jason hasn’t left so he can drive you wherever you wanna go…”

Her voice sounded huskier than normal when she said the last a few words, like she was trying her best not to cry. But to other people who hadn’t listened to her voice as much and often as I had, the different was probably too minimal to tell.

[Rogue]

Chapter Thirty-four

I walked to the limousine when Jason had already sat on his seat and started the engine. I held the door handle but before I opened it, my cell phone rang. I picked it up and answered the call. It was from Ryan Reynolds…

“Rogue, you’ve forfeited your duty.” Ryan said coldly.

“I… I just can’t do it. Romain is a good guy and I’ll explain it to you later…”

“You have to explain it right now, bud.”

“Hey wait a minute… how do you know I’ve forfeited my duty?” I was confused.

“I’m watching you, watching the whole thing using a telescope… it appears to me that your goddess and Dauriac are still together, she’s crying in his arms now…”

I looked back and saw exactly that… I disappointed my goddess, and she burst into tears because of me. ‘What an asshole you are, Rogue…’ I reprimanded myself harshly. I felt an instant impulse to rush there and hug her tightly from behind, but forbore to do so.

“I’m so sorry, Ryan.” I apologized through the phone.

“Don’t say sorry, Rogue. Just act like a man, go over there and tell her you want her to stay in LA, the US… and tell her that her husband is a weapon smuggler, a massive killer.”

“But… I just can’t. He’s her husband and they love each other…”

“But you have to, because I’ve held Lucy as a hostage. I’m sorry bro, Lucy worried about your safety. I told her you could take care of yourself but she insisted that we follow you, and protect you… but it ended up putting herself in danger.”

“You ing piece of , you! I swear I would rip you into a million pieces if you ever dare to hurt a finger of hers.” I roared loudly…

“Sorry bro, but I’m just teaching you to be a man… If you act like a man now, then you’ll get them both. And if not, you’ll lose them both…”

“What’s wrong?” My goddess asked me, standing right beside me and her husband had come here too. She must have heard my rant, I thought.

Before I responded to my goddess, I heard Ryan speaking again, “Rogue, I’ll be waiting for you on the highest cliff in Palos Verdes. Don’t miss the appointment if you want your Lucy alive, and don’t forget to bring your goddess along…” He then hanged up the phone.

[Rogue]

Chapter Thirty-five

Although I didn’t even know how to start with, I still told her the whole story somehow, from the very beginning… The feeling of guilt flooded my mind and filled my head, and I was prepared for the worst punishment I could imagine- my goddess calling an end to our friendship.

To the contrary, however, she forgave me, just like a mother forgiving her naughty boy who’d stolen her car and bumped it into a mailbox… She remained my goddess and my friend.

“Don’t worry, Rogue, don’t worry…” She said to me, trying to console me, as her hands found mine then climbed up my arms…

“Goddess…” I ran speechless and burst into tears, and clutched my goddess tonight then dug my head into her dark blonde hair, letting the tears stream freely down my face.

“It’s OK, Rogue.” Romain said to me, as I felt a man’s hand tapping my shoulder endearingly.

“Did Ryan ask me to come along?” My goddess asked, though she was sure Ryan said so because she must have heard Ryan’s voice from the phone while I was speaking.

“Ah, yes.” I answered, “But…” I meant to say ‘but I would never agree to put you in danger, Goddess…” but my goddess interrupted me before I could say anything.

“Let’s go then, let’s go there and don’t waste any time.” She said determinedly.

“Goddess… Thank you.” I hugged her even more tightly and my face settled back again in her dark blonde hair, no smell of any chemical dye but only the natural scent from her body…

She wiped my face clean with her palms, which felt so warm on my face just like the noon’s sunshine. “Let’s go there right now, Rogue, don’t waste any more time…” she said, like an order to me that I could never disobey. I stopped crying instantly and I felt some energy injected into my body via her hands that were still perching on my cheeks, fondling my ears with her fingertips…

A sudden impulse popped up in my mind that almost drove me to kiss my goddess on her forehead, her cheeks, her lips… everywhere that was available to be touched, but I decided to quell it because her husband was standing right there, though I knew he wouldn’t mind.

Jason drove the car as deftly as another Jason did- Jason Statham, known for his movie series led “The transporter”, and we arrived at the Palos Verdes faster than I could ever imagine. We expected to arrive here before Ryan so we would be well prepared, waiting for him and even ambushing him if possible. But as soon as we stepped out of the car we realized that Ryan had beat Jason as a driver, as we saw him already standing atop the cliff, Lucy held in his rough hand with her own hands tied behind.