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We made it back to work with a few minutes to spare. I retreated to the Ladies Room where I got myself back together though I couldn't put the pantyhose back on. There were just too many runs. I inserted a fresh tampon, pulled my panties back up and straightened my dress. The A/C was quite a new experience. The cool air invigorating to my bare legs and upper thighs. To my dismay I'd started to build slowly. I was simply incorrigible.

William was already busy at his desk. I sat down determined to match his effort.

"I need to show you this invoice, Jennifer." He came around behind me and leaned over my right shoulder, then laid an invoice on in front of me.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on." He breathlessly whispered onto the desk top. "Yes, this is the box here, Jennifer. These numbers are where the process went wrong. See if you can troubleshoot the problem. I'd appreciate it. Thanks." His voice strong and vibrant.

He sat back down. I did not know what I was going to do with this boy. He just continued to floor me on an almost moment-to-moment basis. I sat dumbfounded for the longest time unable to move. He of course went back to work, busy as a beaver as if he hadn't a care in the world.

I tried to tackle the "rock pile" I swear it, but, it was just no good. I fiddled with one or two, but, mostly spent the afternoon working the hallway, visiting co-workers I hadn't really visited with it since, well since shortly after William had come onboard. They were all happy to have me visit their offices and cubicles. I convinced myself that I was really working, keeping up employee morale. At one point I had to pass my the office to get to the other half of my appointed rounds. I tried to sneak past to where William didn't see me, but, he looked up and caught me, but, just smiled his smile and returned to his, and my work. He text me a few minutes later. "Jennifer, Jennifer, Jennifer. When I get you home this evening, you're in for it, youngster. I love you, sweetheart. - Billy" My heart soared as I continued my whirlwind tour of the 2nd Floor. I finally sat back down a little after 4 and tidied my desk up in anticipation of our 4:30 departure.

"You should start closing up shop so we can scat right on the button."

"Okay, Jennifer. I'll finish up this last screen shot and then close it down."

"Would you like me to help you?" I brought it up on my monitor.

He did a double take as I caught his eye. "Sure, I'd really appreciate the assistance, Jennifer."

"No problem, William." I bent to the task and within 20 minutes had it secure and off our docket.

"Thanks so much, Jennifer. I just couldn't figure it. You saved me a lot of work tomorrow on that one."

"No, thank you, William. It was the very least I could do."

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On the drive home, Robert called on my cell and alerted us that he'd be unable to make dinner and wouldn't be home until quite late, perhaps even past midnight. They'd had a development on a case that needed to be addressed immediately. He wanted me to extend his apologies to Billy for missing the dinner and their games.

"It just can't be helped, sweetheart. I'm just so sorry. I'll see you late tonight, Jennifer. Love you both. Bye."

I relayed the news to William and I could tell he was very disappointed. He'd looked so foreword to their evening of chess and basketball. I felt badly for him, but, didn't know what to say. We drove in silence for quite a while before William brought our spirits up.

"Oh, so what's the plan this weekend. Are you doing anything for Labor Day?"

I'd forgotten all about the upcoming weekend holiday. The thought of an extended weekend with the boys brought a smile to face.

"Billy, I'd forgotten all about it. Wow. Our first 'long' weekend together. We must do something special to remember it by.

"Well, I've been thinking about it for a few days. May I make a suggestion?"

"Uh, oh." I teased him. "What do you have in mind, Mr. Hacker?"

"Okay, hear me out because I've got a dozy of an itinerary for us."

His excitement was so infectious. Moments earlier we'd been down in the mouth over Robert's cancellation and now William was resuscitating the evening and plotting out a fine course for our Labor Day Weekend.

"I can't wait to hear everything. How bout instead of me making dinner we stop for a cheeseburger at Sonic. We can eat in the car and you can tell me everything. How bout that, William?"

"Excellent idea, Jennifer." He gripped my hand ever tighter and I returned the gesture. We always made sure to keep our hands clasped upon the seat cushion just in case we were seen driving together in the car. I was sad at Robert's absence, but, I was also looking forward to spending an evening at the house with William. And I justifiably reasoned that Robert would be conjuring enjoyable thoughts of his own as he worked thru the evening. That the was natural law of our affair. I decided to call Robert later and tell him I loved him and that he should wake me upon coming home.

William made me wait until our food arrived before he would begin the weekend itinerary. He really was an expert in drawing me into his sphere of life and excitement. I was actually giddy sitting there in his Buick waiting for our burgers and fries to arrive. We decided to share a chocolate malted as a treat. The food arrived and I dug in immediately. I was famished. We passed the malted back and forth with but a single straw. It's like I had known this man my entire life. It never ceased to amaze me how intimate a relationship we had built in such a short period of time.

"Now, here's how I have figured, Jennifer." He hadn't touched his food. He was too excited.

"I suggest you take a day of vacation the day after tomorrow, on Friday. That would enable you to get some much needed rest and plan for our Friday night date. A lot of the people are taking that day off so as to make it a longer weekend. The place will be in vacation mode the entire day anyway. Then of course we'll have our Friday evening at my apartment. That's your night, angel. I'm going to take good care of my baby girl in a very special way."

My heart leapt into my throat as I realized he was talking about my bottom as the 'very special way.' Yikes.

Then Saturday is moving day. We'll get started about noon. We'll each have our car at my apartment because you'll be driving over Friday afternoon. Robert will drive over in his on Saturday and help us load all three cars. That way we should only have to make one trip. And I'm not bringing over anything large like furniture. So we should make easy with just the 3 cars. Then we unload at the house and if we feel like it we can put things away, or, if not just enjoy the evening and one another."

"Billy, this is your best idea yet. I'm definitely putting in the for the vacation day tomorrow. It's such a great idea, honey. Thank you for suggesting it. Now eat some of your burger and fries before they get too cold. He'd been drawing on the malted and it was almost all gone. I'd only had a few sips. It was tasty though, but, it was enough for me. He was excited and happy and I so loved being with him

"What about Sunday, Billy? Tell me, sweetheart."

"That's the anchor day to the whole weekend. I know a place about 100 miles north that would be just great for a day trip and a picnic. It's totally off the beaten track and path. We'd have total privacy. I thought we could make Robert the center of our attention for the day. You know really do it up big for him. Then drive back Sunday night, maybe watch some videos, or, play some chess when we get back, stay up real late into the morning, then rise late on Monday, relax and enjoy one another, perhaps even a cookout in the evening. I'd do the grilling. Then finish the weekend off with, well for lack of a better term a nice threesome." His voice had grown a little quiet at the end. It was still a little disconcerting to openly discuss the different manifestations of our affair."

I touched his hand. "Billy, it is the most fabulous weekend I could ever imagine. From start to finish, it's simply incredible. And honey, the idea of the threesome on Monday night is a fine stroke. It will be a memorable ending to a memorable weekend. It is a little strange speaking openly about such matters. None of us have had practice at it. But, its certainly one of the benefits of our affair and we each need to be cognizant of our responsibility to help one another find our comfort in speaking about it. It will get easier as go along. I'm sure of it." I wanted to hug him so badly.

"Billy, let's go home and enjoy our evening. I want to hug my boyfriend and be hugged by him. I can do that at home and nobody can stop me. Billy, we have one another and we have Robert. We're so fortunate, sweetheart. We must never forget that, even for a moment."

"Great idea, angel. I'm going to squeeze you tight as soon as we're alone. The last couple sips are for my Jennifer." He passed the malted to me and I finished it off. It was simply delicious.

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It felt strange being in the house with William alone. We clung to one another as soon as the door closed.

"May I listen to it, William?"

"Yes, sweetheart, put your ear right here." William guided my head into position and sure enough I heard Billy's heart.

"There it is. It sounds so strong tonight, Billy." We stayed like that for the longest time, then he gently brought my lips to meet his and we kissed. The house was so still. Yes, he scooped me up in his arms, carried me to the bed, and gently set me down upon it. I would protest this unconventional way of transferring me about the house never again.

"Billy, please light some candles. It would be so romantic. The striker is there in the drawer." I began to undress, of course starting with my heels. Soon the bedroom had a beautiful glow about it. I was nude and pulled the top sheet over me.

"I want to watch you undress, Billy. I like to see it when you pull your pants off. It's so beautiful."

"Why?"

"William, darling, please, I'll start crying. I promise though I won't forget. Okay?"

"Okay, sweetheart."

He bent, untied his shoes and slipped them off. Next he unbuttoned his shirt, took it off and pulled his pure white t-shirt over his head. His arms and chest were naturally developed. Not the result of weight training, just a defined male form. I loved seeing his body. He pulled his belt and unbuckled it, unbuttoned and pulled the zipper. He stepped out of his trousers as an audible gasp escaped my lips. His briefs had come off with the pants.

"Oh my, God, William." He was impossibly long and swollen. I'd never seen him so large. For just the slightest moment I wanted to say "no" as a flutter of fear went thru me. But, then I realized that William would never hurt me. He just was just not that kind of man. He'd taken care of me from the moment he came thru the door that day so long ago at work. And he'd never failed since.

I held open the sheet. "Come to me, Billy. I want you to live inside me tonight, all night."

He covered my body and was so warm and strong. His eyes so kind and loving. I tried to see behind those eyes as we laid there. I wanted to discover his secret, there must be so many secrets, but, I could fathom only his love. I closed my eyes then and opened my mouth, his tongue met mine and we kissed for many minutes. His fingers tenderly sought out my nipples and manipulated them in the gentlest way I'd ever felt. With his strong hands he turned me over. I knew then that he wanted to take me from behind, on my hands and knees. He'd brought the tube of lubricant with him and he gently applied some to my pussy. I rested my breasts upon the bed and buried my face in my pillow. I spread my legs a little as well. I waited for my lover to take me. Carefully he entered me, and I found him to be as large in my sheath as he'd been to my eyes moments earlier. I took slow breaths and relaxed my body in order to receive his column. I wanted to take him and not cause William any concern, just joy and satisfaction.

"My God, Jennifer, you are so wet and tight, darling."

"Oh, Billy, just take your time darling. We have all night, my love. I'm yours to do with as you please. Just come inside me, William. I want your seed to rest inside of me all night. Promise, Billy. Say it, darling."

"I promise, angel. I will fill you with my seed and hold you close to my body all night to seal my fluid in your womb."

"Oh God, Billy. Please me deep and hard. I need you so badly."

He held my hips firmly then and applied the ing of my life. He varied his speed and depth of penetration to accomplish our mutual satisfaction. He did not hurry, but, he did not hesitate as well. I'd only been with one other man in my life. I had no idea the physical manifestations of my body at the hands of another could be achieved to this degree. My orgasm was a foregone conclusion. I bit my pillow in a vain attempt to re my release. I did not want William's onslaught of my body to end. Ever. I wanted him to me into oblivion. And my thoughts turned to Robert, attending to his meeting this evening. How his thoughts most assuredly had found their way to such acts being committed in his bed by his wife and yes, his new friend. I loved both of these men with every ounce of my soul.

I tried to deny myself, but, I just could not. I gave up and allowed my release to take place. And it was not William's name I screamed into my pillow, but, my husband's.

"That's right, Jennifer. He's thinking about us at this night. Of our coupling. Our Bobby is with us this very moment." It was then that William released his essence deep within my womb. I opened my body as much as I could to accept his precious gift.

"Oh, William, yes, as much as you can empty inside me. I'll hold it there and cherish it, darling. I promise. I love you, William. I love you, darling. My Billy, I love you."

He carefully guided us onto our right side. Making sure not to disturb what he'd bestowed inside my body. I was so grateful for his gentle consideration.

"Don't take yourself out, Billy, please."

"I won't, baby, I promise. We're going to go to sleep, angel. He carefully drew the blankets over us and tucked us in. His tumescence had abated a small measure, but, he was still thick in my channel, plugging the precious nectar within my body. I backed up against him to make sure the seal. He once again cupped my breasts and whispered his words of love in my heart.

"Yes, I love my little girl. She was so beautiful today. I watched her all day at work. And I watched over her. Now I want her to close her eyes and go to sleep and I will hold her all night long. I promise. Good night, baby doll." He kissed my ear and I could feel his warm breath upon my neck. We were sharing my pillow. Several minutes later his breathing leveled and deepened. He slept.

"Because of you. Because of me. And because of Robert."

I joined him in slumber moments later.

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"Jennifer? Honey, it's Bobby." I heard Bobby whisper to me from far away. He then kissed me on the forehead and I half woke. He was there next to me, next to us.

"Bobby. Where were you?"

"Ssshhh, baby. You'll wake William. It's okay, honey. I just got home."

"Is everything okay, sweetheart?" I started to stir.

"No, no, you stay right there, angel. You need your sleep. I just wanted to let you know I was home and to apologize again for missing our evening." He was so handsome. He'd brought a chair close to the bedside and was whispering so softly to me.

"What time is it, Bobby?"

"Almost 1." William stirred next to, but, did not waken. He'd fallen from my body, but, I could still feel his length against my bottom cheeks. He was so warm there.

"Are you sure I shouldn't get up and fix you something to eat? You must be hungry."

"No, baby. We ordered in downtown. I'm fine. You stay right there. A nice and toasty little girl."

"Bobby?"

"What honey-bun?"

"We're going to have the greatest Labor Day Weekend this. Billy planned it all out. We'll tell you all about it in the morning. It's going to be so much fun."

"I know all about it, baby. I helped plan it with William. We were going to surprise you last night until I had to cancel out. I'm glad Billy told you."

"You guys." I was flabbergasted. They were actually communicating without me in the equation. Oy. Weirdly, I felt a little jealous, but, dismissed right off. Well at least right off temporarily.

"Bobby?"

"Yes, darling?"

"I love you." He smiled at me so beautifully then.

"Go back to sleep angel. Billy will keep you safe. And what about me?" He leaned close to me and lowered his whisper. "I'm going to spank my monkey in the guest room and follow you both to dreamland." He winked at me.

"Good night, Jennifer, I'll see you in the morn."

Good night, darling, and have fun." I teased. "Sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite." He touched my nose and tiptoed out, closing the door behind himself.

I gently nestled back against William, his body so strong and warm.

I was just about to drift off again when I felt William stir next to me.

"Because of me. Because of you. And because of Robert." His gentle whisper.

I closed my eyes and went in search of dreamland.

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I woke a little after 4 feeling fresh, though restless. William had rolled over and was softly snoring, sound asleep. I peeked under the sheets to see his naked butt. It was still there and very sexy. I wanted to pinch it, it was so adorable. Already there were fresh stirrings in my nest. My thighs were sticky where William's stuff had leaked out. I slid my hand down and felt my pubic mound heavily matted as well. I thought about spanking my own monkey (what a goof ball that Bobby had been) but, I decided to rise instead, bathe and prepare breakfast for the boys. I snuck a ganders in on Robert. He too was snoring and out like a light.

I figured a shower would be faster, so I went that route, combed out my hair and then headed for the kitchen. I put on the coffee, sliced some grapefruits, prepared some scrambled eggs and got the bread ready to toast. Then I roused the boys. They were both a little grumpy, but, didn't fight me too much. "C'mon, lets go. Chop, chop. I have breakfast ready and I don't want it getting cold."

They filed in a few minutes later, Robert in his bathrobe, William had pulled on a pair of his jeans and a t-shirt. They looked adorable, though still grumpy sitting at the table bleary eyed waiting to be served. The coffee hit nicely and they were off, passing the morning paper back and forth commenting about last night's scores. Oy. But, honestly I enjoyed hearing the sound of their voices, though not necessarily the content of their discourse. I tried to discern if it were an act of trying to be nice to one another instead of actually enjoying one another enough not to have to put on an act. There was no doubt about it. They were comfortable. It was the truth. I smiled at the reality as I looked out thru the kitchen window and thanked my lucky stars for the two men sitting behind me.

"Well, children, I have to dress and get cookin'. And I'll be late again tonight."

I'm ashamed to admit it, but, I immediately gave a furtive glance to see William's reaction to this bit of news. To my great pleasure he looked genuinely crestfallen.

"Oh, honey not again."

"Sorry, doll, but, if I don't finish the work before Friday, I'll have to finish it over the weekend and there goes our great Labor Day extravaganza."

"Don't even joke about something like that, Bobby. We're having this weekend and I mean it."

"She's right, Robert. Do whatever is necessary, but, we're leaving crack of dawn Sunday morning and we're gonna be a trio."

I scampered to William's side. "We mean it, Bobby."

"You two." Robert beamed at us. I wouldn't miss this weekend for the world. Crack of dawn, Sunday for sure."

"Don't forget your NBA Guide for the drive up and back, Robert."

They'd been talking again when I wasn't within earshot. I'd have to get to the bottom of this phenomenon. Everything revolved around me, or, it didn't revolve. I joked to myself. Well, half joked. Then I thought of that damn sports guide, thick as a telephone book. Robert would spend hours pouring over it sitting in his recliner while we watched television together. Oh, boy, "for the drive up and back" eh?

"Aren't you going to eat any breakfast, Jennifer?" Robert had gone to get dressed so it was just William and I at the table.

"I've no use for food now." I scoffed.

"I know you think that line is cute, and it is, but, you must eat better, sweetheart. Now sit, eat and talk to me."

I sat down, and played with my grapefruit. "But, I talk to you every day at work, don't I?"

"That is so, angel."

"I don't know what I'd do if you weren't there with me all day, Billy."

"You'd get your cute butt to work is what you'd do, Jennifer." He jokingly admonished me. Well, half joked.

"You like my butt don't you, Billy?" He was perusing the front page now.

"Yes, I certainly do. It is so round and proud." I got a kick out of how William could split his attention and give each side equal worth. It was uncanny. Every day seemed to bring a new and exciting discovery about William.

I'm going to catch up with Robert and get myself going as well, sweetheart."

"Jennifer?" He put his hand over mine before I could rise.

"Hmmm?"

His blue eyes all lit up. "And I don't know what I'd do if you weren't there with me all day."

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"Don't forget to put in for your vacation day this morning, Jennifer." Robert was just putting on the finishing touches to his tie when I arrived in the bedroom. He looked so handsome.

"Since I'm going to be off that day do you think we could meet for lunch on Friday, Robert? I'd like to run something past you."

He stopped dead in his tracks and caught my reflection in the mirror. His face had gone completely white.

"No, it's not that sweetheart. Everything is fine. Oh, I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to startle you." He at once reactivated and finished his tie.

"Thank goodness." He said more to himself.

"What is it then, Jennifer? My week is going to be harried." Robert was in lawyer mode this morning. I hated lawyer mode. I liked Bobby mode. I knew for a fact he never missed Friday luncheon at Leonard's. He more or less held court there each Friday afternoon with his colleagues in the profession. I'd gone a few times before William hired on and I did not like it. Robert wanted to show me off and insisted that he refer to me as "Princess." Oy. But, I went along with it. It was quite harmless, though a bit denigrating. "Lumps in the oatmeal" I'd tell myself each time I went.

I'd decided that morning while preparing breakfast that I would speak to Robert about some of the concerns I had about William. Now that he would be near impossible to talk with until Friday and our weekend excursion I wanted to make sure we talked.

"I don't want to say until I see you Friday. But, it's really important, please?"

"Okay, sweetheart. Be at my table noon sharp and I'll fit ya in." He jokingly teased me. Well, half joked.

"Thanks, Robert." I came to him and redid his tie. He could never get it exactly right. "There, that's much better."

"Jennifer?" Bobby mode resurfaced out of nowhere.

"What sweetheart?"

He cast his eyes down. "Could I sit here (he motioned to the chair still sitting close to my bedside) again tonight when I get home?"

"I'll look forward to it, Bobby. No matter how late you get in, you wake me up, quietly as you did this morning, but, don't think you're bothering me. I want you to say good night to me and vice versa. And, Bobby, thank you for asking. I should have prompted you, darling. I'm just so scatterbrained since this all started."

"Thank you, Jennifer. I appreciate it." Back to lawyer mode at the drop of a hat. Oy.

I went into the bathroom to do my hair. When I came out he'd already left and Billy was washing the morning dishes spiffily dressed. What a guy.

"Robert made me do these, Jennifer." He pouted. We laughed and soon after scooted out the door.

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[Rogue]

Just an excerpt from my novel. I spent like 2 weeks brewing and writing it, which's roughly 15,000 words long. My writing skills ain't nowhere close to you cully but I'm still proud of the innovation that I injected in my work.

Part II

On the other hand, the nymph arrived on the earth and entered the forest of concrete. The city was so huge she couldn’t even recognize any direction. So she started looking for some landmark recognizable and easy to remember, albeit she should get lost. She found one with ease, it was not the tallest building in that city but it was pretty distinct and recognizable, it was a large statue of a Goddess but different from the image of Goddess she knew. People in this city called it “lady liberty”.

She began to search for a new family for the little Eurydice. The baby was so lovely and the nymph had total sympathy for her, so she decided to ensure that the baby was given to a good mom, preferably a mom who was soon going to give birth so that Eurydice wouldn’t have to wait for too long in the womb of her new mom. She finally found an ideal target, a woman in her early 30s who was expected to give birth within a few days. The nymph could see the kindness and affability on her face, and knew she was the right woman.

The nymph approached the woman, slowly and cautiously, so she didn’t wake her up. It was a quiet morning and the sun hadn’t risen yet. The woman was sleeping, and it seemed like she was having a sweet dream because you could see smiles flashing through her face every now and then. The nymph put the baby carefully into the woman’s womb, and went away.

The woman’s sweet dream was snapped. She woke up and saw something that seriously frightened her. She saw that her stomach was almost twice the size it should be, she felt intensive pain in the belly and screamed for help.

Doctors and nurses rushed her to the delivery room. And yes, she was living in a hospital at the time because the parturition was expected to come soon, though not this soon.

While she was in labor, her husband and her mom both arrived at the hospital, expecting the birth of a new family member, but they surely didn’t know they would get more than just one new member to their family.

At about 7 am that morning, a baby’s cry slashed the quietness of the sky, though the sound was very husky which was rather abnormal for a baby.

People waiting outside the room were both excited and ecstatic, but the rapture wouldn’t last very long for the man…

A nurse walked outside the room with a newborn baby in her arms, came to the man and said joyfully “congrats, Mr. Johansson, you got a little princess!” He didn’t realized her words at first, but a moment later, he seemed to have found something wrong from what the nurse just said, and smile vanished from his face.

“What? How is it a princess? Didn’t the prenatal test show it was a boy?” the man asked, being bemused.

“Yes, the baby boy is coming soon.”

This shocked the man even more, “No one told us we were going to get twin babies. There must be something wrong.” The man just couldn’t understand how his son suddenly acquired a twin sister, and he had some financial issues to worry about because he already had 3 kids. He already felt stressed feeding such a big family he had, even with a well-paying architect job.

“I mean, the whole thing is just so strange, plus we can’t afford an extra kid in our family.” said the man.

“So you wanna leave her to the charity or abandon her in the street something?” The woman’s mom, Ms. Sloan, said with reasonable dissent “Don’t make excuses here son, you’re just insecure and you feel the daughter isn’t yours”

Ms. Sloan hit the man in his weak spot… that was exactly what really concerned him, even though the man didn’t quite know it himself.

About 3 and half minutes after the birth of the first baby, they heard another baby cry and were later allowed in.

“Thank you, Melanie my honey, you’re such a great woman and a great mom” He kissed her on the sweaty forehead and said.

“Karl…” the woman said in a serious voice, “she’s our kid and she ain’t going anywhere.” She seemed to have heard what Mr. Johansson said outside the door.

“Sure…” Mr. Johansson responded, “But umm…, I’m afraid we don’t have enough resources for an extra kid. Plus, don’t you feel it is a bit absurd? I mean, where’s she from? It’s just so strange!” And he added “I just want you to understand me, understand a man’s concern.”

“Yes, I do understand you, Karl.” Melanie said in peaceful and lovesome voice, “but the girl is fated to be one of us. She’s a gift from the God.”

“So, what name do you want to give her?” Karl asked.

“No idea yet, U?”

“Me either”, Karl said, with his eyes on the baby’s little face. He also started to appreciate the girl’s inborn beauty.

“What a beautiful girl, she will be the most beautiful woman in the world just like you. Thank you, Melanie.”

“You’re so welcome Karl, and yes, the girl is so beautiful.” Melanie responded, “Look at her little reddish cheeks, the color is like the Sun out there.”

All of a sudden, Melanie came up with an excellent idea about the girl’s name.

“Hey Karl, I got an idea now. How about a name like… ‘Scarlett’?”

“Scarlett? What does it mean?” Karl was foreign born so he didn’t know those words which were not often used in the daily life.

“Well, it’s a color, bright red.” Melanie replied.

“This name fits her so well.”

“Sure it does.” Melanie continued “She will be a star in the future, I promise you.”

Sunshine passed through the window and lightened up the whole room, like a greeting from the God of the sun to his daughter who had just been reborn, now named Scarlett, Scarlett Johansson.

The day was 22 November, 1984.

[Rogue]

Part VII, ending of the story

Didn’t know how much time had passed, I came back to consciousness, and I didn’t even know where I was. It didn’t look like the heaven. I was lying in bed, probably in a hospital because everything was so white.

I started to remember something. I had been fatally wounded and about to die, but I could actually feel that I was still alive. My life was saved? I still had a hard time believing it.

I didn’t feel any pain in the right chest, which was strange enough. Even if my life was saved, the wound shouldn’t have been healed so soon anyway. I put my left hand on the right chest to check if the wound was still there… I didn’t find the wound, but something else that shocked me. My breast was so big and so soft, I checked the left side and it was pretty much the same…

I stood up and started looking for a mirror. I looked around and realized that I was receiving some VIP treatment, something I shouldn’t have been able to afford. I wouldn’t even believe it was a hospital if I hadn’t seen the medicines on the table. I found there was a private bathroom for me, so I rushed in and looked at the mirror, which shocked me even more…

I saw a familiar face in the mirror, which I had seen a million times on TV and websites, in movies and my album, a face that I would never feel bored of looking at… I saw Scarlett Johansson, she was also looking at me, and she looked just as shocked as I was... But it was just a mirror…

I looked down and found something abnormal. I saw some dark prints around my neck, shaped like fingers… The prints were kind of like a message that my goddess left to me, which told me everything…

She couldn’t let me die without doing anything… She strangled herself to death, so her soul could follow her fiancé to the upper world, while her body could be left on earth for me to use. She couldn’t cause any fatal damage to the body so she chose to kill herself that way, instead of using a knife or a sharp stone, but it was such a painful process… I couldn’t think about it anymore…

I got Scarlett, not just her body or the right to stay with her, I got everything of her. I got her beauty, as well as her wealth and her intelligence. But I felt little happiness… I felt that I was just living in a soulless body, a work of art which still looked beautiful but didn’t have life… Her soul was gone, so was mine.

I found my friends, Brian and Irving, and shared the story with them, and they were both moved to tears. Brian changed his at ude towards women and started to respect them, while Irving felt that he became the happiest man in the world because the world’s biggest beauty suddenly became a best friend of his. Irving sent love proposals to me a few times, but I declined him every time because I didn’t have the right to do anything with this body…

It was the body of my goddess and I had to take good care of it… I believed she would eventually return to me someday, and I was looking forward to that day, all the time.

One day, she actually came back to me. She came to my bedroom, no, it was her bedroom. I knew it could be a dream, like what happened countless times in the past, but even if it was a dream, I would like it to last as long as possible, I’d rather stay in it and never wake up…

But I still couldn’t help myself but looked at her left arm to check if I was really in a dream, and I was convinced it was a dream because I didn’t see the tattoo there.

“Scarlett, welcome home… I know it’s a dream but still…” I embraced her firmly in my arms. I just wanted to make sure I would never lose her again…

“It’s not a dream, Mark.” Scarlett said.

“Not a dream, but where’s the tattoo?” I asked, being confused

“Tattoo only belongs to the earthy world. In the perfect world, there’s no tattoos.”

“I thought you were gone with your fiancé, Orpheus…”

“He came back to the upper world. He entered it but I was denied because they didn’t allow any human’s soul in.”

“But I thought you were a goddess…”

“I became a human the moment I was sent to the earth”

“No, Scarlett, you’re a goddess in my mind. You’re my goddess, for ever…”

Our tears wetted each other’s face… After a few minutes of silence, I kind of remembered something.

“But you can’t live on the earth for too long, as a soul, right?” I asked

“Yup, so I hope you can allow me to lodge in your body so…”

“Scarlett, sure, it’s your body and I’m the lodger.”

“No, I want you to take control of the body, take control of everything because…” She said honestly.

“No, I really don’t know how to use it or how to handle everything… people don’t love me, they love you and they don’t just love your body or your beauty or something else, they love you…” I said insistently.

She accepted my suggestion, so the body and everything were given back to the real owner… but she attached a condition… She asked me to choose one part of her body to take control of, and I chose her right eye.

I was a big basketball fan but she didn’t have much interest in any sport, so that when she watched the prime time TV show or something, she could set another TV open for her “right eye” to watch basketball.

I can’t do anything myself anymore, nor do I want to… Everything she does is exactly what I want, and her happiness is my biggest pleasure. She likes people to come close to her heart, and I’m closer to her heart than anyone… I don’t feel no loneliness, because staying with her has always been my biggest satisfaction. I’m not only staying with her for two days, two years or the rest of our lifetime, I’m going to stay with her, for ever…

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I'll start it right now, Roguey. Thank you.

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I'll start it right now, Roguey. Thank you.

It's very good, Rogue. It really is. It's roughly written, yes, but, the idea is just excellent, dramatic and inspiring and your passion & honesty shine through quite nicely. Fine effort.

I'm going to read it a second time as well.

[Rogue]

Cully you're such an awesome writer that the more I read your writing, the more of it I want. I aspire to being a writer and you've kind of replaced DMC as my new mentor on this site tbh. reading those words arouses me more than those nude pics of naked hot es, I would've masturbated to death if I hadn't already had my goddess in my mind tbh. But those sex scenes ain't the most significant parts I'm impressed by, I'm more impressed by Cully's tremendous skills in writing. Hard to believe a man could write things in such full details and so intricately, but the logic is so clear and limpid that it must belong to a man. And I've learned like a donzen new words through the process, and learned those things I've never experienced in my life before (because I'm a lifelong celibate)

Thank you a lot, Cully

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Cully you're such an awesome writer that the more I read your writing, the more of it I want. I aspire to being a writer and you've kind of replaced DMC as my new mentor on this site tbh. reading those words arouses me more than those nude pics of naked hot es, I would've masturbated to death if I hadn't already had my goddess in my mind tbh. But those sex scenes ain't the most significant parts I'm impressed by, I'm more impressed by Cully's tremendous skills in writing. Hard to believe a man could write things in such full details and so intricately, but the logic is so clear and limpid that it must belong to a man. And I've learned like a donzen new words through the process, and learned those things I've never experienced in my life before (because I'm a lifelong celibate)

Thank you a lot, Cully

Gosh, Rogue, thanks so much. Wow.

[Rogue]

Thanks a lot for paying attention to my writing, bro. I don't have a good enough grasp of the language for me to be a real writer at this point of time, and that's exactly what I'm going to work on for the next 2 years in graduate school. But tbh, I've learned more from this website the past 3-4 years that all I've ever learned from schools the past 20 years of my life. I feel that it is a blessing for me to have such a great person like Cully standing on my side ready to give me some help whenever I need it. Cully is probably the only admirer of my work on this website, or the only other admirer besides my m>s, but I'm content with what I've got. The appreciation from a real winner means more to me than that from 100 wagoners tbh.

[Leetonidas]

oi Lincoln

when you force a girl to tap out, you know what i mean when she has 1-2 hands on ur thigh/groin/torso area while you pelvic thrusts that , shes tapping and ....do you stop? or you go HAM on that now

TDMVPDPOY is a pimp ass tbh

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Thanks a lot for paying attention to my writing, bro. I don't have a good enough grasp of the language for me to be a real writer at this point of time, and that's exactly what I'm going to work on for the next 2 years in graduate school. But tbh, I've learned more from this website the past 3-4 years that all I've ever learned from schools the past 20 years of my life. I feel that it is a blessing for me to have such a great person like Cully standing on my side ready to give me some help whenever I need it. Cully is probably the only admirer of my work on this website, or the only other admirer besides my m>s, but I'm content with what I've got. The appreciation from a real winner means more to me than that from 100 wagoners tbh.

Your story is special, Rogue. It builds steady into the end and is lit with vigor there.

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Roguey, I'm going to write you a story concerning your Goddess. I just finished Chapter One. "Fireball" is just the working le.

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Goddess After Midnight

by russell-ville-man


He'd submitted his short story to her. No request for a picture. No request for the compulsory autograph. He'd not sullied his correspondence with such vulgar request. Just the manuscript he'd labored on in a plain manila envelope. He'd expected no response. The sending of "Goddess" was his reward. It took all he had to drop the envelope in the Post Office mail chute. He'd held the heavy steel louver open for the longest time, the precious cargo resting in bin's bottom. A rush of heated air stymied him as the automatic doors opened to the PO lobby and a horde of strangers appeared. He closed his eyes and the louver.

Chapter One.

"Mr. Smith? Mr. Rogue Smith."

"Uh, yes, this is Rogue, how may, who is this?"

"Jason Shackelford, Mr. Smith. I am a public relations secretary and I am calling at the request of Miss Scarlett Johansson."

"Who, wha, who is this?" Rogue straightened immediately. 'Oh, my God.'

"Mr. Smith, Miss Johansson was so impressed by your story, "Goddess." She'd like to invite you to the premier of "Hitch " as her escort. This is not a lark, nor a stunt. Your city has been selected as one which will premier and screen this motion picture. Sir? Mr. Smith, are you still there?"

"Yes, I'm here, but, but, but, I don't know...."

There was a rich, but sincere chuckle thru the line. "I can imagine, sir. If you'll stand by I will connect you with Miss Johansson. She'd so like to speak to you for a few moments and confirm your intention to attend. Afterward I will come back on the line and inform you as to how this will work logistics wise....stand by, sir, Miss Johansson will be on presently..."

'Oh my God.' Rogue felt light-headed, near collapse and so wanted to end the call. He spied the red hang up button, his right finger making the trek. 'Don't Rogue, it'll be okay.
Fine, please, please, please, please.'

"Rogue?'............the voice he'd heard a thousand times thru his DVD player....."This is Scarlett, Rogue. I am so pleased to have made this contact with you. Your story touched me, Rogue, it touched my heart. I cannot tell you how much it has meant to me. Thank you, ever so much for sending it to me, Rogue."

"I, I, I........this is really you?"

Her corresponding laughter was genuinely kind and caring. "Yes, Rogue, it is indeed Scarlett, it is your Goddess. Can you talk? Is this a good time?"

"Uh, well, I.......uh,,,,,,yes, I can talk." He felt the buzzing stop, his blood began to circulate once again. He caught a reflection of himself in the wall mirror and smiled the smile his mother had always so loved. 'I'll be damned.'

"I am so glad you enjoyed it, uh, Miss, uh, Johan..."

"You may call me Scarlett, Rogue, I'd be so pleased." Her voice so feminine his heart fluttered and then caught once again.

"It is just for you, Miss Joha..., Scarlett." He'd said her name, aloud to her and he'd remember the moment forever.

"I have read it so many times and I've shown it to my father. I hope you don't mind. He likes it as well. It was his idea for me to try and meet with you. My secretary confirmed that the film does open there in your city next Thursday at midnight. Please say you'll escort me, Rogue. I so want to meet you and thank you personally. Please, for me, Rogue?"

Rogue's body shuddered. "Nothing could keep me from attending, Scarlett."

"That is fantastic, Rogue. I shall put Jason back on the line. He is so adept at his job that you won't have a thing to worry about. He'll also give you a cell phone number to contact him with 24/7 should any problem arise. We will pick you up by limousine next Thursday evening. Jason will designate the time and the details. I'll bring along "Goddess." I hope you'll sign it for me and we can enjoy it together perhaps after the premier. Rogue, thank you so much for accepting my invite on such short notice. Now don't hang up. Jason will be on very shortly. Until next week, good night, Rogue."

"Uh, uh, uh, goo,,,," The line went solid, and Rogue thought he'd been cut off, or worse.

"Jason Shakelford again, Mr. Smith. Here is how it will work, sir." 'Thank you, God, thank you, God, thank you God, for not cutting this line.'

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Chapter Two.

Rogue wrote down everything Shakelford informed him of. There wasn't as much as he thought there'd be. The PR firm would be taking care of everything. All Rogue had to do was be on his front porch stoop on Thursday at 8PM dressed "neatly casual" as Mr. Shakelford put it. The phone number was given without Rogue prompting it.

"Sir, Miss Johansson is major worldwide actor, but, she is the proverbial girl-next-door I assure you. I work with many actors in the business, Mr. Smith, and there is none more down to earth than she. You'll do fine, sir. A confirmation of this event will arrive within the hour from Western Union. Again, please call if there is anything at all that needs to be addressed. I am here for you. Goodnight, sir, and congratulations." The line went dead.

'Rogue please don't dial that number. Please don't. He'll think you don't trust him. Just wait for Western Union. Don't do it, I beg you, don't.'.........Rogue's fingers punched the numbers-depressed the green key and recited the Lord's Prayer....'Our Father...'

"HGI Entertainment, Jason Shakelford speaking."

"Uh, uh, uh,,,just checking, Mr. Shakelford,, this is Rogue Smith. I..."

"Understandable sir. Absolutely. Think nothing of it. I'm pleased to allay your concerns. And please sir, call me plain 'Shakelford.' I'd appreciate that. And I will be there at the event next Thursday and look forward to meeting you as well. Good night, sir."

"Good night, Shakelford." This time the line held until Rogue had finished.

Rogue hustled and turned on the front porch light, retrieved his copy of "Goddess" and waited Western Union.

The information packet was as precise and comprehensive as Rogue had been led to believe. Promotional materiel for "Hitch " dominated the contents, but, there was also a full itinerary of the evening commencing with the arrival of the limousine at 8PM sharp. There'd be a tail party at the Four Seasons at 9PM and then they'd "Scarlett/Rogue" leave the Hotel at 11PM sharp for the premier. Afterward they'd return to the Hotel. No mention was made after that. 'How are you going to get back home? I don't know.'

Rogue read the itinerary again, and then again, and then printed it just in case something befell the original. He thought about calling mother and father but it was late and he didn't want them to cast doubt and disbelief at what had transpired. They were aware of, what mother called his "fixation" with "this actress" but, he'd convinced them that it was just a keen interest and not a case of fixation or stalking. "She is quite hot, my boy." His father had whispered conspiratorially. "George!" His mother had overheard, per the usual and admonished him sternly.

Rogue closed the packet and put it away in the desk drawer. As he reclined in his chair he once again read "Goddess." He was afraid of sleep for fear he'd waken and find the desk drawer empty--his life in ruin.

"Please God, I need this. Please." He'd not extinguished the porch light after the delivery and white light shown thru the arc of six diminutive windows in the otherwise solid wooden door.

"Our Father, which art in heaven,...Hallowed be thy Name..."

Sleep came for Rogue then with God as his sentinel.

[Arnold Toht]

we're getting there

[ezau]

Da fuq

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Chapter Three.

Rogue decided to keep Scarlett and the movie premier secret. If it went well he'd tell his parents afterward, perhaps, but, not until. He thought about telling his buddies on the NBA Basketball site he frequented, they were a fine bunch for the most part. Spurs Fans dominated the NBA Forum with Lakers Fans a healthy constant. His team, the Dallas Mavericks were represented as well. But, they'd never believe him. He'd been his most vocal about his preoccupation with Scarlett with them as anywhere. He'd posted "Goddess" there on the site and got some good input especially from a Laker's fan who wrote stories himself and he was grateful for that input and encouragement. They were a skeptic bunch by nature, though and they'd never buy this bill of goods. He even went back to the packet on a daily basis to confirm the contents. No, best to keep this to himself as long as possible or as long as he could hold out.

He checked his wardrobe and found the ideal outfit, tried it on and it fit perfectly. He'd always kept himself in good shape. He ate healthy and his physique was pronounced though not chiseled. He was grateful for that. The thought of his Goddess seeing him otherwise made him cringe.

'She doesn't know you're celibate. Would that subject even come up? She wants to read Goddess with you after you return to the Four Seasons.'

This was the first time Rogue had dared to recall Scarlett's intention to do exactly that. It had been in the back of his mind, but, he dared not venture an examination of such a scenario.

'I can't think about it. It's too much. I'll just go along with the evening as far as I can, one step at a time. Right, Rogue? Right. Now, let's go and check the packet again and make sure it's real and still there. Right, Rogue.' Rogue chuckled at his deepening habit of talking to himself since "The Phone Call" as he'd so aptly named the occasion.

Work kept him busy and his mind occupied. Mother called Monday afternoon at work inquiring as "why don't you call anymore? It's been almost a week. Your father is worried sick about you."

"Sorry, mom, work has been a quite busy. Going crazy here. I'm sorry, mom."

"Well, we want you to come for dinner Thursday evening." 'Of course you do, mom.'

"No can do, mom. I have other plans already."

"You've met another girl." Not a question, but, a directive.

"No mom." He lied. "I have to go now, they're calling me. Say o to father for me."

"You should start dating aga..." Rogue hung up and went back to work.

Wednesday night's highlight was Shakelford calling to confirm the following night's festivities.

"Thomas will call for you precisely at 8PM, Mr. Smith. He's the Limousine driver as well as Miss Johansson's bodyguard. She'll remain in the Limousine, so please be ready as Thomas will be prompt. I'll be at the Four Seasons to receive you and we'll go from there. Any questions, sir?"

Rogue wanted to ask about his ride home, but, couldn't find the words. He'd hoof it if need be. It was only 25 miles give or take 10 miles.

"No, Shakelford, I'm all set."

"Outstanding, sir. You'll have a fabulous time, I assure you. Until tomorrow night, Mr. Smith."

Rogue lain awake long into that Wednesday night. "You should start dating again. "You should start dating again. You should start dating again." His mother putting it to him again and again.

Sleep finally came and his Goddess with it.

[Rogue]

Thanks a lot, Cully my friend. Those scenes have appeared in my dreams countless times, more than I've ever dreamed of tbh. That would be a dream-come-true for me and I genuinely hope that WILL come true someday. I even wrote a song for my goddess (using the music of blue is the color, anthem of Chelsea FC), I have imagined many times that Scarlett heard that song and loved it so much that she looked for the author and finally found me we talked to each other via Skype and became friends

[Rogue]

song thread: http://www.spurstalk.com/forums/show...lett+johansson

story thread: http://www.spurstalk.com/forums/show...lett+johansson

[Arnold Toht]

She wouldn't spit on you to save your life.

[Rogue]

^ a woman is just the life-supporting system of a pussy - classic definition of a woman by the honorable Spurstalker DMC. Those are the two quotes of him that I'll never forget, DMC = class

[Rogue]

My goddess once said "humans are not monogamous by nature" which is the exact message that cully's story delivers, Oscar-quality script by Cully tbh. I've listened to Ann Packer's "the dive from Clausen's pier" read by Scarlett, I went through it quite a number of times but I don't fancy the novel at all, I just love the magnificent voice of my goddess. I hope she will be able to read some of Cully's fine works someday, it would be a perfect mixture of Cully's wisdom and goddess's elegance imho.

and Cully's story also reflects the real life in some way, I mean, the things he wrote might not be totally fake like mine (though I used a lot of her personal quotes in my novel). Reading his novel kinda reminds me of the real-life story of TC, my friend Ghazi and his tbh.

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Chapter Four.

Rogue had arranged to take a day of vacation on Friday. He figured he wouldn't be getting home till the early hours if the picture didn't start till midnight.

He was in the lunch room on Thursday when his cell phone went off. It was HGI. 'No please. Don't cancel. Please don't.' He decided to play ignorant as if Shakelford wouldn't figure it out. " o?" His aloofness surprised himself.

"It's Scarlett, Rogue." 'Oh, my God.' Her voice was bright and cheery. 'God bless her she wasn't calling to cancel.'

"I've landed in Dallas and en root to the Hotel. How are you, Rogue?"

He closed his eyes and focused. "I'm eating lunch in the cafeteria. Oh, Lord...."

Her laughter was muted though exquisite. "I'm so glad I caught you on your break. Just a short request that you bring your copy of "Goddess" tonight. I'd like us to each have a copy for later on. Would that be okay, Rogue?"

"Oh, sure, uh, uh, yes, Scarlett, I'll make sure to bring my copy along. I promise. Is there anything else I should bring?" 'What the ?' "I'm just so nervous, uh, Scarlett."

"Don't you worry about a thing. We'll have a fantastic time. I won't leave your side for a moment. Tony will be there. Anthony Hopkins, as well as some local celebrities. Even some sports guys. Jason is riding in with me and he says a Dirk Cuban from your basketball team will be there with his big star, a Polish player, I believe, I can't pronounce his name. Do you know to whom I'm referring, Rogue?"

Rogue nearly busted up at the Polish reference. "Yes, it's Dirk Nowitski and the owner Mark Cuban." His heart hit yet another gear. They weren't on the level of his Goddess, but, they were on the next level down.

"Yes! Those are the names Jason briefed me on. Now, I'll see you at 8 sharp. Just relax and be yourself. These parties and premiers are quite fun and I'll take good care of my favorite author. I promise. Don't forget your "Goddess," Rogue. See you tonight."

'How could I ever forget her? Oh, oh, yeah, my copy of "Goddess." I think that's what she was referring to.'

The rest of the work day went by in a blur. He kept busy and left precisely at 4.

He stopped by for a careful trim at his barber. "Don't mess this up, Giuseppe, I've got a date with a Goddess tonight."

"What a you, a talking a bout? Me a not a a thing a up. You a crazy tonight, uh Rogue. Giuseppe, he a good a barber."

"Sorry, G, I'm a little off kilter this evening." The elder Giuseppe changed from the broken English to a spirited Italian, but, Rogue's ears burned nonetheless.

7:30 found him situated in his chair staring at the front door, "Goddess" tucked away in a twin of the original manila envelope. 'Please God, no tricks now. I'm so close.' He checked himself in the bathroom mirror, then brushed his teeth for the third time and held the Listerine, full strength, in his mouth as long as he dared, his hazel eyes watering with the effort.

When he sat back down he was exhausted from the strain. 'I do not know if I can answer that door when he knocks.'

At precisely 7:55 on the digital readout of his DVR a long flash of light & steel flashed across the small windows atop the front door. Rogue stood, squared his shoulders, locked his knees and caught his reflection in the wall mirror...

"Let us proceed..."

[Rogue]

It's a real honor for me that my mentor and most respected author has started writing a novel with me in, and that I see my goddess's name appear in the same novel with mine. I kind of feel I can never thank Cully enough for the awesome work he's done, but I'm still gonna thank him one more time. No body gave a positive review about my novel when I initially posted it in the club, no body... Cully is probably the only other appreciater of mine on this site besides my m>s and I can boldly say Cully is the best writer to have ever posted here, with Kori being a close runner-up.

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Chapter Five.

"Good evening, sir, I'm Thomas, if you'll follow me."

The limousine was jet black, the windows under full blackout, the doors closed. It was impressive to say the least. Rogue noticed right off that Thomas seemed familiar. He'd seen the face before he was sure of that. He just didn't know from where.

Thomas clutched the door handle, turned and spoke: "Miss Johansson is seated in the middle at all times. This is for her security."

The door opened and his Goddess spoke: "Rogue, come sit with me." Her voice stood a pitch of such deep resonance and cultured femininity that he couldn't remember getting in and actually sitting down. A few moments of actual life transpired without his knowledge or cognizant participation.

"I just can't believe you're here with me." She offered her hand to him and he grasped it weakly. It was warm and as soft as cotton.

"And you remembered "Goddess" I see." Thomas had gotten in his driver seat and pulled out into the street. "Tommy, can you take this for safe keeping?" She leaned forward and handed the envelope to Thomas who reached back without taking his eyes from the street. "Have Jason take it up when we arrive." She sat back closer to Rogue and whispered: "Tommy is my brother. He keeps me safe and grounded. My pa, well our pa insisted. He's the twin, Rogue, like in "Goddess." See?"

'I knew I'd seen him somewhere.'

"Oh, wow. Oh, my goodness." 'How did you know? I don't know, I just knew.'

"Let me get a look at my date for the evening." Rogue finally had no other choice than to meet her gaze. He'd been able to avoid it to this point, concentrating instead on the back of Thomas's head and the soft gray leather interior.

She was everything. No, she was more than he'd ever seen, more than he'd ever imagined, or put pen to paper over and about. She was perfect. Pink and white and soft curves everywhere.

"You are a most handsome man, Rogue." Her tone matter-a-fact. Her eyes were clear and bright and they considered him in kind curiosity.

"Thank you again for accepting my invitation. We're going to have a fine evening, into the wee hours of the morning, aren't we?"

Rogue was speechless. He remembered though to close his mouth so it wouldn't continually hang open. He'd begun to vibrate a little. He could feel it, he just silently prayed that Scarlett had not noticed.

"My pa is my business manager and he screens all my mail. He was so thrilled to discover your manuscript and he sent it Fed Ex the next morning." Her voice clutched then and she grasped his hand again, this time a measure tighter. "It's meant so much to my brother and I, Rogue, to our family." Her eyes sparkled as they misted ever so delicately.

"I was so shocked to get your phone call, uh, uh, Scarlett."

"It was just meant to be, Rogue. We start a 16 city tour tonight. How ironic that the premier takes place in the same city where you reside. I couldn't resist. I've read "Goddess" countless times now. My copy is well worn. It's just so beautiful and real. We'll have plenty of time after the premier to go over it together. That will be my favorite part of our evening together, and of course meeting the author." She withdrew her hand and pressed back into her seat. Rogue did likewise.

"Now let me tell you how our arrival will be handled. Tommy will take us into the garage level where Jason will meet us and take us up to the party. Just stay close and enjoy yourself. Trust me, Rogue, you'll do fine. I'll excuse myself a little past 10 and we'll go up to the suite so I can collect myself and prep for the premier. I want to show you the view from the suite. You'll love it. Any questions so far, Rogue?" Her smile was radiant and sincere. He felt an out of body sense taking affect.

She had not failed to sense his predicament.

"Here, hold my hand, Rogue. That's it." He came to, her touch like magic.

"This is quite a new experience for me."

"Just remember, Rogue, I'll be at your side the entire night. I promise." She squeezed tighter.

"We're a couple minutes out, Jason." Thomas spoke into a head set.

"2 minutes, sis. Jason is there." They swung onto the access drive of the Four Seasons.

Scarlett released his hand and sat stock straight.

"How do I look, Rogue?"

Rogue, for the second time in less than an hour was equal to the task.

"Like my Goddess."

[Rogue]

Wow I'm so grateful to you, my friend the Reverend Cully. I've only dreamed of being so close to her but everything you've written sounds so real to me, like you've witnessed the whole thing and are just narrating the story. And those you wrote in the story are exactly what I've wished, for so long, and more than I've ever imagined. I just wish that my goddess could add me on her facebook or something so I would be able to stay contact with her, seeing her up-to-date pictures and knowing what's going on in her life, and I would be satisfied with it.

Even if I got married to my goddess someday somehow, I wouldn't forbid her to "make love" with some other guy if she and the guy really love each other. I don't want marriage to turn a shackle, for neither of us. If you only treat your wife as a reproductive tool, you're only getting a but no real love. No true love can be made without generosity. The pure admiration of each other should the soul of a marriage (no matter how many people it involves, 2 or 3, or sometimes even more) which is the exact message that Cully wants to deliver us with his novel imho. People need to see outside the obscenity of Cully's works. Cully's novels should be read and absorbed with your heart rather than your eyes, just like the movie "monster's ball".