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[Rogue]

Chapter Twenty-eight

Irving’s arms had just got released from Brian’s hands so he was able to grab something to study, mainly as a method of distracting himself from the grief… He picked Rogue’s cell phone, which had been nothing but a watch for Rogue since he arrived in NY. Irving opened the contact list… Rogue’s phone was an old-version Motorola produced in 06, no games or s, and the messages were all garbage adverts… so the contact list might be the most interesting stuff on Rogue’s cell phone.

Irving scanned the contact list. It only contained 30 names or so, and more than half of them had the same name “Smith”, the rest were mostly random names belonging to his few friends and some former colleagues probably. There was only one name that caught Irving’s attention… It wasn’t even a name, just one word starting with the letter “G” and ending with an “s”… it read “Goddess”.

Irving dialed that number on his own cell phone, the number of that “Goddess”…

“Hi who’s that? o? I don’t have your number on my contact list so who’s that?” It was a female’s voice, though it didn’t sound typical of a female… It was low-pitched and pretty husky, but also very unusual.

Irving was so surprised, shocked? Or maybe just jealous… he couldn’t even move a muscle of his face, like frozen.

“Hi mom, is that you?” The woman said again, waiting for the response… the woman hadn’t given that number to many people, so it must be someone close to her calling, the woman thought.

“S… Scarlett?” Irving asked tentatively, his quivering voice filled with excitement.

“Hi… yeah, this is Scarlett, who’s that?”

“I… I’m Irving. Mark’s friend, ahh… we just met earlier today, in Manhattan…”

“Oh Irving, what’s up? And… where did you get this number?”

“On Rogue’s phone… Rogue, remember? Your favorite author, he wants to… see you.” Irving said. He knew what a diehard Scarlett fan would want because he was also a diehard fan of her.

“I’m so sorry Irving but may I speak to Rogue?” Scarlett was confused, also concerned about Rogue… He didn’t look very fine at the filming site in the morning so Scarlett was afraid that her friend was sick perhaps, but the situation was even worse, much worse.

“He ah… he can’t speak to you at this moment, but he really wants you to be here, to see him…” Irving meant to say “to see him for the last time”, but he swallowed those words down his throat.

“OK then, but I’m really busy at the moment… I’ll be on my way there as soon as I get my work done, all right? And where are you, and Rogue?”

“We’re in…” Irving swallowed some words again, “the hospital”, because that word would probably worry that goddess. “Brian will be there waiting for you and will drive you here.” Irving knew Brian would be gladly doing that, he had to.

Scarlett knew Brian was also someone she could trust, he even saved her life once, in the “Goddess of the Sun” novel, remember? So she consented, without any hesitation.

[Rogue]

The last chapter

Rogue was sleeping there, quietly and peacefully, and probably would never wake up, nor would he ever want to… He was enjoying himself in the dreamland, where only lived him and Scarlett… He would never want to wake up from it, back to the cruel world where he had lived for 25 years, unless the dream or at least a tiny part of it could be brought into reality…

“Hi Rogue, time to wake up…” Irving whispered to his friend, with Rogue’s fingers interlocked between his own. Rogue’s hand felt so cold and numb as if he was already dead. He indeed was in some way, technically, because his brain was no longer functioning, and his consciousness completely gone. But Irving insisted his friend would be back, one way or another. “Brian has already arrived in Manhattan and he’s gonna be back soon, together with your goddess, no, our goddess… You’re an ardent lover of her, and you ain’t alone.”

“It would be a real medical miracle if he should be revived somehow, but from an objective perspective I cannot side with you guys in this forlorn hope. He’s only ‘living’ on life supporting system now. Let’s pray for him though.” A doctor said.

“He’s probably not going to survive it…” DMC said sorrowfully but determinedly, “but we have to keep him alive, at least on a very basic level, until his family arrives.”

“At least until Scarlett arrives.” Irving added.

Scarlett and Brian didn’t let them wait for too long… Brian didn’t tell her anything on the way, about Rogue’s critical condition. He just kept saying “He just wants to see you, Scarlett…” in response to every question Scarlett asked him. But Scarlett already read enough from his tear-tainted face and his inflamed eyes. She knew her friend Rogue was sick, maybe very seriously… She couldn’t wait to see him, to extricate him from the pain, as if she was the only one in the world capable of saving him... She wished she had a pair of rings so she would be able to fly to the hospital in a straight line without waiting for the traffic lights turning green.

The car stopped, engine cut, then Scarlett realized they had arrived. But she felt reluctant to step out of the car at the moment, because she was afraid of what she was possibly going to see in the hospital, though her legs betrayed her mind… She didn’t want to get in there, but she knew that was what she should do, she had to.

She walked along the corridor a few steps behind Brian. The corridor felt like a hundred miles long, or she wished so… But the moment still had to come sooner or later, and it finally came.

Scarlett walked in. Her steps were incredibly steady and her face absolutely calm as if it was a stranger lying there, dying… But it wasn’t… It was Rogue who was lying in there, sleeping. His face was pale and eyes closed tightly, but there was little expression of pain on his face. He must be having a sweet dream now, he must be…

Scarlett was standing by his bed, but still looking cold like a stone… Maybe she was just too devoted to her work on the film. She was still wearing that suit and behaving in that role. Maybe her real self had even surrendered to that Natasha girl, a cold-blooded agent who killed people without even blinking her eyes…

But she would prove us all wrong… She bent her body and lowered her head. The weight of her upper body lay on the bed, via her arms and hands on Rogue’s right and left. She moved her head towards Rogue’s slowly, inch by inch, her red hair draping down her head and covering her cheeks, then Rogue’s.

It was a living kiss…

I didn’t know how long it was… It felt just like a dream, or not a dream. I was living in a world where I felt so close to Scarlett, so close that I could even hear her heartbeats… I could see her arms, her legs, her bare breasts and the blood on her used napkins, but also so distant that I could never see her face without the help of a mirror…

I felt something tickling my eyelids, soft like lashes… I opened my eyes and yes, they were indeed lashes… That pair of eyes opened too, about the same time I opened mine. I saw a pair of beautiful eyes, irises in metallic blue, like the color of the moon.

Then those eyes started to move away from me, as I began to see more and more of that face… the eyebrows, the nose, the forehead… then the lips, thick and supple like two fresh pieces of plums. The face was so beautiful, and also familiar…

I clutched her body firmly and swiftly with my hands crossed over her back, my head ascended and entered her red hair, and we kissed again, forgetting about time…

End of story.

[Rogue]

Afterword

I have thought of giving it up multiple times while writing it, but persuaded myself to continue each and every time because I knew I owe it to Cully, my mentor who gave me the inspiration for writing this sequel, and the courage to continue the story of the love affair between me and my “goddess”. Cully may not be posting a lot recently but I’m sure he was staying in pace with my story throughout the process. It isn’t just my story. It also belongs to him in some way if he doesn’t mind sharing the criticism with me.

Also I have to present my genuine gratefulness to those who’ve contributed to this story, Shadowflames, DMC, and of course my m>s. They’ll continue to appear in my next novel, a sequel belonging in the “goddess” series. I’ve already come up with the le for my next novel, “return to Dallas” (in regards to my mentor’s “return to Vegas”), but I’m not gonna begin writing it before my mentor marks and comments on this one, which has been renamed as “Goddess in hometown”.

I’m gonna reserve the name “goddess of tomorrow” for the fifth or sixth episode of this series, in which I’m gonna describe Scarlett as the president of this country, the first female president of the US.

-Rogue

[Rogue]

I once vowed to myself that I wouldn't start writing a sequal until my mentor/friend Dale marked the previous work, but I decided to break my words... I'm so absorbed in the romantic story I feel I can hardly put an end to it now, as the images of Scarlett keep popping up in my head, and her voice echoing around my ears all the time. It would also be rather cruel to my readers if I snapped the story abruptly, with no ending... There won't ever be an "ending" to it though, the story will always continue as long as the passion for Scarlett remains alive, as long as life continues. Her beauty will fade away but our genuine love for her never will. She'll age like a woman but the love will age like wine...


Return to Dallas

-by Mark Celibate


Scarlett saved my life again. She saved my soul again, to be exact. I didn’t really want to come back to life though. I was very happy living inside her, I felt as if I was part of her, but I know Rogue was her friend, and he loved her too, probably as much as I do, if not more.

There’s no feast that can last eternally, so even though I really enjoyed living in her body, I knew I would have to be out sometime, and that time just came. She gave me the second life, and the first chance to actually “love” her, not just mentally but physically. I was still a virgin last time I died, but when I’m revived now, I’m no longer one… though I clearly know that night belonged to her and to Rogue, it had nothing to do with me.

I don’t feel jealous though, not at all. Scarlett doesn’t like people who easily get jealous, and I’m luckily not a person of that kind. I can share the love with anyone who loves her, and I believe the more people it involves, the stronger it grows. Scarlett is a gift from God, a blessing to all of us. She doesn’t belong to anyone, but she’s available for everyone to love, to admire and to respect. Like the sun who makes life possible on this planet, and who keeps delivering us warmth and light that we can bask in.

Chapter One

I held her body tightly in my arms, with her entire body weight laid on my chest and stomach. Her breasts were rammed under the black widow suit but still felt supple and soft, and her heart was beating at the exactly same rhythm as mine. I felt difficult to breathe under such heavy pressure, physically and mentally, but I didn’t need to breathe on myself because I could get all the oxygen I needed from her mouth, from her body. She was generously giving me everything, her breath, the warmth of her body, and her saliva… especially the saliva that shamed the evil heads who once said to me, “She wouldn’t even spit on you to save your life.” She wasn’t spitting on me of course, but she still saved my life, and saved my soul.

Her red hair brushed my face, my ears and my neck, which felt sleek and soft like silk, and the female scent was so pleasant I wouldn’t allow my nose to miss even a thread of it.

I wished I could kill myself at the moment so I would die in absolute happiness. I couldn’t even bite my tongue to kill myself because it was already twisted with hers. Neither of us was sleeping but it really felt like a dream, a dream that belonged only to her and me. There were people standing there watching us, but they were nonexistence to us. We were both indulged in our dream, incorrigibly…

I would rather die again in this dream than wake up from it, but in the end I had to wake up, and learned that I was still alive.

There came in an old couple, two heads under pale grey hair, and four inflamed eyes… They both look surprised and thrilled seeing me sitting in the bed, and I could see the love and care on their faces even without knowing who they were.

They were Rogue’s parents, I thought, and a mid-aged man who was standing by confirmed my assumption…

“I’m sorry, Mr. and Ms Smith… Your son seems to be OK now but trust me… he was in really critical condition like just one hour ago. It seemed like he came back to life again immediately after Scarlett arrived.”

“Thank God…” Ms Smith sighed, and both Smiths looked relieved. “Thank you DMC, anyway, you don’t need to apologize for nothing.”

Then I learned that mid-aged man was named DMC, but if I remembered correct his name was Cobs. I saw him once before, on an academic seminar held in our school where he made a public speech. Dude was an interesting guy and his speech earned a minute-long ovation, his speech was about a recent research on gene biology but I didn’t quite understand it because that was not my profession. I only attended it as a secretary or something and I only remembered him by his family name “Cobs”.

I looked around and checked the other people. I saw two familiar faces and they belonged to two best friends of mine: Brian and Irving. I had missed them guys for so long… I was so thrilled at the moment I couldn’t help but shout it aloud, “Brian and Irving, my s, it’s so ing nice to see you guys again. Oh no… to speak to you again, to be more accurate…” I corrected it, because I had seen them quite a few times during the time when I was residing in Scarlett. Like, every time Scarlett came back to NY they were present at the airport welcoming that lovely homegirl.

Irving and Brian looked confused, supposedly, even more confused where the Smith couple, Rogue’s parents. Their son never talked like that, I guessed. I was about to say ‘I’m Mark your friend s, you mother ers forgotten me already?’ but I didn’t say so… How could I tell the cruel truth to the Smiths, that their son was already dead and I was just a stranger dressed in the skin of their son? That would be too cruel for the old couple, so I decided not to tell the truth, not at this moment at least.

“I’m just so delighted ahh…, I mean, how you guys been recently?”

“How we been recently? Ain’t we just spending a day together earlier today?” Irving countered, looking even more puzzled.

“I ahh… I don’t know, bro, I just felt like I was in a dream… I couldn’t remember a thing that happened today or yesterday.” I was subtle enough I guess. I had a higher college degree than Irving anyways.

But my degree wasn’t higher than DMC, for sure… He seemed to have noticed something wrong but he was thinking even quicker than I did probably. He winked to me briefly, without saying anything, but we already reached an agreement tacitly. I knew what he knew… He knew I was someone else living in Rogue’s form, but no way could he know the details, such as who I was. He just didn’t want the Smiths, his friends to face the heartbreaking truth, so he wanted to keep it a secret, and so did I.

[Rogue]

Chapter Two

I didn’t tell Scarlett who I was, nor would it make any difference to her… We were both her friends, both Rogue and me, and I knew she would mourn Rogue’s death and suffer a broken heart yet again if I told her the truth. I didn’t mean to deceive her though, I was just confident enough that I would be able to give her just as much love Rogue provided, and I didn’t want her to feel any guilt about the death of Rogue, or me, or anyone.

Rogue and I each had died once for her, yet both of us were still alive in some way. Neither of us regretted dying for her, the goddess for whom we were willing to sacrifice anything even including our lives. I craved to have a talk with Rogue, to share the love he had for our common goddess, and to let him share mine as well. But I was only able to talk to his heart, the heart that was still beating vigorously and passionately.

I needed to imitate Rogue, especially the way how he talked so that his parents wouldn’t notice any significant change on me, or Rogue, or the person who they thought was their son but in fact wasn’t. DMC was more than glad to help me in that regard, as he introduced me to a message board where Rogue used to frequently post, and he even lent me a troll account that he once registered so that I could use all the functions of that board. I could find out Rogue’s old posts and began to post in his style. I had to use a borrowed account instead of registering a new one because the mods of that website seemed too lazy to approve any more accounts. “It would take them forever long to verify any new accounts, it seems like”, Irving said it to me via private message, he told me that he had registered a troll accounted using the exact name “Scarlett Johansson” about a few months ago, even before the playoffs started, but that account still wasn’t proved yet.

After a few days of recovery I was fully healthy now, and it was time for me to go “back” to Dallas. Rogue’s parents couldn’t stay in NY for too long because they had their own business to do in Dallas, their hometown, and DMC also needed to go back to Dallas to work on a new contract.

I hadn’t seen Scarlett since she left the hospital that night, until the day we were supposed to leave. Scarlett promised me that night that she would be present at the airport to see me off, and she didn’t renege on her words… Of course she wouldn’t, I knew, she was my goddess and she aspired to being a truthful persons.

She handed me a cluster of flowers, with a tiny card inlayed there that read “For Rogue, from best friend- Scarlett”. Rogue wasn’t my name, my name was Mark but I was still so touched at the moment. I believed if it was Mark that appeared in front of her, she would’ve also sent him the flowers, and would’ve kissed him too.

I embraced her firmly but not too tight because I didn’t want to cause her any discomfort. I put my arms, or Rogue’s arms around her body, with one hand holding the flowers and the other fondling her back gently. Then I let that free hand go as nature intended… it slipped down slowly, her back, lower back, waist and the upper hips… But I suddenly stopped it, keeping it from going anywhere further down as soon as I felt the upper brim of her panties. I felt as if there was a landmine buried in there, and maybe for a lifelong celibate, it was indeed a landmine or something similar. I was still a virgin, at least mentally yes.

I loved that goddess but I would never want to take her home like my doll. I loved her in a respectful manner, pretty much the same way I loved the founding fathers of this country. I was convinced that someday Scarlett would also write her name up there parallel to those names like George Washington, Abraham Lincoln and Theodore Roosevelt. She would be the first female president of this nation and lead us back to be top of the world, I seriously believed so.

I just felt I couldn’t profane this goddess, neither in the public nor in a private place. She was always a goddess to me, whatever the place and time.

We went aboard the plane and the plane took off soon afterwards. The buildings of NYC began to diminish, and finally disappeared as the plane rose above the cloud, but I could feel that Scarlett was standing there all the time watching the plane as if it was her first time to ever see a plane.

I held the flowers in my hand. The flowers looked nice and smelled good, but nothing comparable to my goddess. I put my head close to them, letting the petals slipping through my face, expecting to find maybe a pinch of her scent among the flowers’ smell. She was so unusual for me I wouldn’t miss anything of hers, her scent or a hair of hers, even though the flowers were dense and their smell was strong.

But I didn’t find anything left by her, except the small card. I picked the card from the flowers, the same words written on it, “For Rogue, from best friend- Scarlett”. I saw it the moment she gave me the flowers in the waiting hall, but at that time I didn’t notice the words written on the back of it, which read “Rogue, I’ve got an account on AIM, ‘Scarlett-Jo’, get an account too and befriend me so we can stay in contact… Yours… Scarlett”.

[Kulo]

Holy

[Rogue]

Chapter Three

The plane landed on the ground and I knew we had arrived in Dallas, a strange city to me, just like how New York felt to Rogue when he first arrived there a few weeks before. Dallas was also a big city, bigger than I imagined. In the downtown area was laid a terrace of skyscrapers that could be easily seen from the airport, the roads were broader here than NY it seemed to me, maybe it only looked so because there weren’t as many cars here. There wasn’t any US city as densely populated as the NYC, even LA wasn’t anywhere close.

Rogue’s brothers were present at the airport to welcome us back home. Each of them drove a car so we didn’t need to take a taxi. Of course I hadn’t seen them before but I knew that Rogue had two brothers, one of whom was a cop and the other an architect, Rogue mentioned them a lot in his posts.

We arrived home at about 6:00 pm. The sun was still lingering around near the western-most horizon, so I could see the dim figure of the Smiths’ house in the early evening. It looked bigger than most houses in NY. In fact everything looked bigger here, the roads, the houses as well as the sky.

Everything came back to normal then. Rogue’s brothers came back to their homes after having dinner together, so did DMC who lived just a block away. Rogue’s brothers asked me several questions during dinner, like “What’re your plans for the future?” and “When are you going to start date girls?” and s alike. Thankfully DMC was also having dinner with us so he answered quite a number of those questions for me.

I didn’t have any plans for the future yet, nor did I have any interest in dating any girl not named Scarlett. Rogue’s parents wanted me… no, hey wanted Rogue to start applying for jobs, to start dating girls, to get married then boom like his brothers did. It would be pretty easy for me to get a well-paying job with the doctorate’s degree that I had, but it was a whole different story to Rogue. Then I realized that I was Rogue, and, my doctorate’s degree was no longer in existence. However, there was no way in would I accept another treadmill job like the one Rogue used to work at, that would be an insult to me, to someone who once had the highest academic degree. It wasn’t just because of ego or something, ‘one ego always shrivels as his knowledge grows’, I believed. ty jobs were created for scrubs to do, and I wouldn’t do those jobs even as good as the scrubs did despite me being smarter and better educated. I didn’t go out to work again because I couldn’t, not that I didn’t want to.

Therefore, I had abundant time to spend on the internet. Spurstalk was just a great place for people to have fun together, and the moderators were too lenient to ban anyone so that you could say anything straightly out of your mind. A sense of absolute freedom is the most precious thing I experienced on Spurstalk, something that you couldn’t feel anywhere else.

Besides I also chatted a lot with my friends on AIM. I couldn’t use my old account though, because I didn’t want them to know that I was mark, so I registered a new account named “findogspurstalk”. Findog was my favorite poster on Spurstalk so I named my AIM that way in honor of him. I invited my friends in group chat on a daily basis, whenever I saw them online, Brian, Irving, and of course- my goddess Scarlett. Brian gave me the password to “Rogue”, an account of the same name as the person, after I told him that I had forgotten that password.

Then I began to post as Rogue, and I posted a lot, maybe 30-40 posts per day, but I didn’t think I liked posting as much as I wanted to see Rogue’s avatar and sig… She looks so cute in that avatar: her hair looked like a spool of gold threads, her head resting on her right hand and arm with the elbow against the table, inlayed by a pair of hazel eyes constantly oozing intelligence… which looked just as lovely as the little blonde girl in his signature- a little blonde girl in red dress, seated in a wooden chair. Bareness extended from her little feet up to her thighs, unveiling a tip of her white panties. The girl was smiling to you, asking you to hold her firmly in your arms, and put her close to your heart…

[Jodelo]

[Rogue]

Chapter Four

I was rather bored one morning… Spurstalk was quiet like the Arlington cemetery, Findog not posting, Brian and Irving either… apparently they were busy with their works. I logged in AIM and still found no friends online. Scarlett was probably back in the movie studio for her new films, Chef, Avengers 2, or whatever it is. Rogue’s parents had also gone to work as well, even DMC, the private contractor who claimed to have good flexibility of time seemed to be rather busy at this moment. I instantly felt as if I was the only idle man in the world. I was desolated and dejected about the fact that I was a worthless citizen. It wouldn’t have embarrassed me that much even if I were a quadriplegic, like the protagonist named Mike in Ann Packer’s novel “The dive from Clausen’s pier”, who was living on his parents’ income. It wasn’t no shame to depend on one’s parents in such hard economic situation, but the Smith couple weren’t my parents, after all.

I haven’t met my parents since… well, a long time ago. I didn’t want to see the grievous faces of theirs after hearing the news of the death of their son. I could’ve come to their home, which was also my home, after Scarlett revived me in the hospital (by unloading my soul into Rogue’s body), but I knew my parents would’ve believe it since they were both atheists. My friends Brian and Irving had visited them a few times since my “death”, and I had learned from them that my parents were fine, still sad but tough enough to continue their life, to gradually adapt to the life without the presence of any children… which was also the exact type of life I was destined to live, perhaps.

I ambled along the street which was also quiet and empty, except some teenagers wandering around in their roofless cars. ‘It was summer holiday’ I thought. Most young people would go to bars to get drunk as when they felt bored, but I never thought that was the right thing for me to do. I was a well-educated person and the things I did must justify that, so I started to look for a library or a bookstore, and quickly found one at the corner of this street.

I walked in and the smell of books instantly filled my nose, reminding me of the years I spent in school. The coolness of air-conditioning made people inside forget it was still summer outside. I took a deep breath and the coolness was extended to my mind which had been dominated by the “Scarlett fever” several months prior.

The aisle was narrow, about the width of half an adult’s wingspan. I picked a book from the shelf and started reading it, it was a novel named “Summer Crossing”, one of Scarlett’s favorite novels. She liked that novel and the film where she was about to make her directing debut was just based on that story, if I remembered correct. I didn’t quite like novel, to be honest, not the type of thing I usually wanted to read but I still continued reading it anyway.

Everything written on the book was reading in a woman’s voice in my mind, a husky female voice which was the finest pleasure I could ever find for my ears. I was absorbed in this book, not because of the story, but the voice…

[Rogue]

Chapter Five

All of a sudden, another voice flowed into my ears, interrupted Scarlett’s narration and woke me up from some kind of delusion… It was also a female voice, also a bit husky but totally different from Scarlett’s, much softer and clearer, and to be quite honest, it sounded better and sexier, the same beautiful voice that would’ve also belonged to Scarlett had she never smoked.

“Hi Rogue… Good morning… nice to see you here, and how have you been recent years?” The girl said to me, she might be a bit nervous as her voice was slightly trembling. ‘Must be a friend of Rogue’s’ I though, and I knew that she hadn’t seen Rogue for quite a long while because she asked “How have you been recent ‘years’”.

“Ah Hi, o, nice to see you too young lady humm…” Although I didn’t talk to females quite often, I was definitely not that type of guys who would blush talking to the opposite sex. I was just out of words at the moment… a sexy girl approached me and started to talk with me, but I didn’t even know her name. The only thing I knew about her was that she was really hot, the bold eyebrows and the shiny eyes right below, together with the mouth and nose all of which were meticulously arranged by golden ratio, on her lovely face which was smooth as silk, white as milk.

My heart was pounding hard and my body temperature was rising fast. I didn’t know her but she was just the type of woman that you would instantly fall in love for at first sight. I tried my best to steady myself, and thanks to my obsession with Scarlett which was still strong enough, I managed to get my mind back to coolness. My heart was still pounding very hard but I was able to talk, at least.

“Nice to see you too, but… I’m sorry but I’m having a hard time at the moment remembering your name.” I said.

The girl looked a bit upset, then said, “I don’t believe it that you’ve forgotten me, Rogue. But I know you’re probably still hating me, well, I’m Lucy, remember?”

Lucy? Yeah, she was the person Rogue could hardly forget about… She was the girl that Rogue had mentioned many times in his posts, the girl that he had a longtime crush on during high school time. Her name was Lucy, and she was the first girl Rogue had ever loved, and one of the only two women he had ever loved throughout his 25yr lifetime. But no actual relationship had been developed between Lucy and Rogue by the time they graduated, and Lucy ended up starting a relationship with another guy, “an Asian head” as described by Rogue’s words.

“Yes, sure you’re Lucy, how could I forget about you, haha…” I tried to smooth our talk with some pale laughter, but it didn’t work. She looked at my face briefly then quickly looked away, wordless… I was eager to learn more details about the story between Rogue and her. Although I knew she was not in the right mood to talk, I still continue to say regardless, “I’ve been fine recent years and… How good have you been? I heard you had a relationship with an Asian dude so how is everything going?”

“I…” She was sobbing… She paused for a few seconds, blinked back the tears then continued, “I broke up with that Asian guy last month, like he had started a new relationship with another woman, but I wasn’t sure…”

“So… did he treat you bad?” I asked.

“Not really… He didn’t do anything bad to me, but it was like he suddenly stopped loving me. He used to love me to death, as you might know, and that was the main reason I chose him… but the love between us was completely gone, all of a sudden.” She said in a sobbing voice.

“He’s probably just not the right one for you, I think. Rogue ah no… I often used the same percept consoling him… myself. Your true love will come, sooner or later.”

“So, has your true love come yet?” She asked me tentatively.

“I think… maybe the answer is yes, or maybe no.” I didn’t know if Scarlett was the true love for me. I wished she was but it sounded too good to be true, to be honest.

“Why, you not even sure?”

“There’s a girl that I love to death, just as much as Rogue, I ah… no, Rogue loved you back in the day. But I’m not sure if she loves me, I mean she probably loves me too, but I think I would be too selfish if deprive other people of the right to love her, to be honest…”

She looked confused. Maybe she only got the first sentence, “So… you really loved me back then?”

I knew she was referring to Rogue, and yes, Rogue once loved her just as much as he later loved Scarlett, so I gave her the positive answer, “Yes, Rogue… Rogue loved you, said in all honesty.”

“And… does Rogue still love me?” She looked at me affectionately, and her tearful eyes each seemed to have a thousand words to say… She probably didn’t know the truth that I wasn’t Rogue, and I was not referring to myself when I said ‘Rogue’. Scarlett was the only woman in the world I would want to love, and it would feel like treason if I accepted the love of another girl… but how could I turn it down? Her body was trembling but her eyes were still insistently aimed at my face, which were softening my heart, and melting my body. I was a man and I had to say yes, I had to, and I did so.

She burst into tears and laid her head on my left shoulder. I moved my arms around her slender body, caressing her back with one hand and her long hair the other… She began to cry even harder, and her tears quickly drenched the left sleeve of my T-shirt. Then I pulled her closer and held her tighter in my arms, though there was already little space between us… Her body felt so soft and so tender, as if she was going to be broken if I put one Newton more pressure on her back, and I was already hearing the moan from her mouth. I lowered my head and rubbed my face against her silky hair, with my nose and mouth wide open to let in the scent coming up from her neck, from below the collar of her shirt…

[Rogue]

Chapter Six

Then I began to date Lucy and she became my first official girlfriend. The dates with Scarlett didn’t count, neither Rogue’s or mine. My parents, no, Rogue’s parents were delighted that their son started to date a girl which in their opinion was an exciting baby step. Their son was trying to learn to live a normal life, it seemed to them.

But to me, it wasn’t. I had to admit Lucy was a lovely girl and I believed 90% guys in the world would’ve fallen in love for her at first sight, but Scarlett was still the number one in my mind, and would always be.

I had no idea what happened between Rogue and Lucy during their high school time. All I knew was that they were classmates in high school and both of them belonged in the top-tier of their class, as well as their grade, and the school even… And they had many things in common, like they were both damn good at physics and both die-hard Mavs fans.

Rogue developed a strong crush on that girl in the second year of high school, but had never expressed his feeling to that girl. Rogue intended to go to the same university with his longtime crush, and start a relationship with her on the college campus where most romantic stories would take place. But he didn’t have the courage to share these thoughts with Lucy, didn’t dare to dial her phone number even. Rogue loved Lucy and he knew Lucy probably loved him too, but shyness became an impervious barrier between them two, which neither of them could surmount.

They were both good kids back in the day, strictly observing every rule set by the school. They knew having a relationship with the opposite sex wasn’t the right thing to do in high school, so neither of them ever tried to initiate it during the high school time, despite that a good deal of their classmates had been dating and ing since junior high.

Rogue believed that he and his dream girl would choose the same university tacitly, but it later turned out that he was wrong… He chose a local school while the girl decided to go down south to study in Houston, UT Houston which ranked higher than any school in the DFW area. Maybe it was her parents’ decision and such a classic schoolgirl would never disobey her parents, but Rogue wasn’t sure, nor would it make any difference to him…

There would still be chances even if they didn’t go to the same university though. Rogue and Lucy lived in the same community and their homes were closely located, they were just like neighbors in some way. Therefore, when Lucy came back from Houston to spend summer vacation or Christmas break at home, she and Rogue would’ve still been able to have a romantic time together. Even their high school teachers often teased them about the geological proximity of their homes. “It seems like you guys live together… Joke, Rogue’s a good boy though, such a handsome guy”, a female chemistry teacher once said that to Lucy, with Rogue standing by listening. Rogue was moved and very grateful to that teacher, while Lucy was flushed… No more word was said, nor needed to.

Lucy and Rogue even looked similar in so many ways, bold eyebrows, their watery eyes right below, clear like crystal… their sexy noses, full lips and even down to every pore in the skin.

[Rogue]

Chapter Seven

It would’ve been a marriage made in heaven for this young couple, but for the sudden appearance of that Asian guy, whom Rogue called “that Asian head”. He hijacked Rogue’s love by acting subordinately and submissively to that Lucy girl, while Rogue was remaining inactive… It was Rogue’s fault though, he should’ve acted more aggressively and boldly, and he had no one but himself to blame when it was himself that pissed his own chances away, just like the 06’ Mavs, he knew that.

Lucy didn’t quite like that Asian guy at first, she was still expecting Rogue’s love, expecting Rogue to approach her and give her the love offer… but it didn’t come, never came. Lucy started to lose faith in Rogue thereafter, and that Asian guy acted so obsequiously towards her that she felt it too hard to turn him down. Then, Rogue’s loved one became someone else’s girlfriend.

Rogue was living in remorse and depression throughout his college years. His mind was in a mess and he didn’t do well in the classes supposedly. He graduated with mediocre grades and had to take a ty treadmill job… Life seemed hopeless to him, as he became more introvert than ever before, until Scarlett re-lightened his life on the night of Hitch premiere. That Lucy girl was nice but Scarlett was the only woman in the world who really got his heart.

Rogue was willing to do anything for Scarlett, sacrifice anything even including his life. He loved Lucy but never to such an extent where he would be willing to die for her. Otherwise he would have already killed himself sometime in his undergraduate years. Lucy was half of his life at most, while Scarlett was his entire life, even more valuable to him than his life.

That Asian guy also lived in the same neighborhood, probably also attended the same high school Rogue and Lucy went to, but he was so insignificant that Rogue hadn’t even heard of his name before. He was completely out of contact with Lucy after they graduated from high school, and he didn’t know any news updates about the life of Lucy, not to mention that Asian . He didn’t even know the existence of that Asian guy, until his sop re year when DMC told him something about that Asian guy, and what happened between Lucy and that guy.

That Asian guy was named Nick Ford, who attended the same high school but was rather poor at classes, lower half of students his grade at his finest. He heard that Lucy decided to go to UT Houston. He wanted to follow her there but was denied by that school due to his poor grades, so he chose another Houston school instead.

Nick’s mom was an immigrant from South Korea, while his dad was a white American, so he was only half Asian indeed, but he looked much more similar to his mom than to his dad, someone you would easily mistake as a Filipino without knowing his name.

Nick was born in the US, but not in Dallas. He was born in New York, in the year 1982. He was once a lovely kid in his first two years of life, but he drastically changed at age 2, as if he had been a different person ever since, naughty, selfish and cold blooded. So it looked quite weird when he started to act so kindly and gently towards Lucy.

He had always been a gentleman with Lucy, he really loved her it seemed, but another sudden change happened to him about a month ago, about the same time the Hitch premiere took place here, in Dallas… He jilted Lucy in an abrupt and harsh manner, as if she had cheated on him. Or was it just because of another woman who had stolen his heart away?

Lucy had no answer to that question. He just felt scorned and the whole thing was like a big scam. Nick’s gentle demeanor, his smile… everything of him looked so fake to her now, and so disgusting.

[Rogue]

Chapter Eight

Lucy was genuinely very happy being my girlfriend, and she also made me feel good. She was nowhere close to Scarlett in my mind, of course, but not a bad alternative when Scarlett wasn’t here with me. She was kind of like a dub of Scarlett for me, in some way, or a poor man’s Scarlett.

Calling her poor man’s Scarlett didn’t mean she looked worse than Scarlett though. Her face looked probably just as good as Scarlett’s in unbiased eyes. Although her body figure might not be so buxom as Scarlett’s, it still had barely enough flesh and fat to pump up the curvy contours of a woman’s body.

However, Scarlett was still irreplaceable in my mind. My devotion to Scarlett often made me feel guilty of being with another girl, so even though I knew it was unfair to Lucy, I was still treating her as a surrogate of my goddess. Scarlett was my goddess, while Lucy was an angel that my goddess sent to me as a gift, a medicine to soothe my lonely soul. I was grateful to Scarlett, and also to Lucy.

So I began to live a life most people of my age lived… I went out with my girlfriend quite often, roaming our neighborhood looking for places outside of people’s eyesight, places where we could kiss and fondle each other. Lucy was about the same height as my goddess, 5’3 or many 5’31/2, and just like Renner said, our sizes were perfect matched. I didn’t need to crook to reach her mouth, nor did she need to lift her heels to reach mine. We could just stand there in our most comfortable positions and our mouths would automatically join together, it happened so naturally and smoothly, sometimes even without ourselves intending to do so as if we were just the two opposite poles of magnetic iron. Her saliva tasted so pleasant just as her scent smelt… Her hair was so sleek I couldn’t help but indulge my fingers dancing amid it, feeling the silk brushing against my hands and my forearms.

Then I would move my hands a few inches down, and start counting her ribs one by one. Every now and then one of my fingers would naughtily pressure the crevice between two ribs, causing a sudden giggle deep in her mouth, and more of her drool poured into mine… I felt the same strong impulse, time after time, to unbuckle my trousers then sneak my hands and pubes under her short skirt, tearing apart her goddamn underwear, then mine…

But that was not the right thing to do, in a tranquil park of a shadowed area of the street, of course, especially not for such a well educated couple like we were.

Then, we often decided to walk home to get the job done… Often to my home because her dad was a small business owner, meaning he could be back home any time. While my parents were both government employees so they normally wouldn’t be back home before 5 o’clock.

However, we hadn’t ever been able to get the job “done”, not even once, because my sexual appe e would always instantly vanish as soon as we entered my room, as soon as I saw the big Scarlett pastor on the wall. How could I do such things, with Scarlett standing by, watching? I even felt guilty of masturbating to her pictures while I was living in New York, as Mark, so how could I a girl right in front of my goddess’s eyes?

“I’m… sorry… I’m just too tired maybe.” I often used tiredness as an excuse, begging for her forgiveness. It disappointed her every time, supposedly, but she was always generous enough to forgive me, and she knew that tiredness was just a pale excuse…

She knew I was a die-hard Scarlett fan, but she didn’t care, because she was also an avid fan of her. Sometimes we even thought that Scarlett was the hub of our relationship, she was moved by my genuine obsession with Scarlett and she was happy with the fact that she could share my heart with that goddess, even though her share was rather small compared to Scarlett’s. Meanwhile, I appreciated her generosity, which was very unusual of a woman. Each gram of such appreciation would later be converted into an increase of love for her. Scarlett was still the number one for me, but the gap between them was being narrowed down quickly thanks to Lucy’s irresistible charm and Scarlett’s absence. I was afraid to think about it, Lucy replacing Scarlett in my mind… But there was little I could do to stop it going that way.

[Rogue]

Chapter Nine

I began to masturbate more often than I ever did before, twice a day on average, sometimes maybe three, or even four times a day… I beat my hard as if it owed me money, but there was still no satisfaction no matter how hard I rubbed it, or how much I did it, which was weird enough. Masturbation used to be satisfying enough to me when I was still Mark, living in NY, as a lifelong celibate and a virgin. But it no longer worked for me now. It felt like scratching an itching foot from outside the leather boot.

Then I realized I was no longer a virgin, Mark was still a virgin but Rogue wasn’t, and I was Rogue now. I wanted some good treatment for my , no, it was Rogue’s . I put my hand on it, groping the scrotum gently… it felt just as soft as Lucy’s breasts, and the inside of it was full of fluid, and so smooth that the balls could always escape from my hand… My became stiff and hard, about three times its normal size. I gripped it with another hand, pinching the top of it with my fingertips, moving my fingertips back and forth around the cap of my , as my became harder and thicker after each move of my fingers… I could even feel the blood being pumped in, at the same rhythm as my heart.

Then I heard the moan from my mouth, and my fingertips felt wet, the full lengths of my fingers, the entire palm, the other hand was damp too, then the whole front half of my underwear.

I was still unsatisfied though. I pulled my pants down and began to rub it hard, from root to top then back to root, over and over again. I was expecting to see something squirting out of it, but didn’t get anything I wanted. My began to shrivel quickly, and the hardness was gone too… Just one or two minutes later, it reverted back to its normal state, hanging there loosely and tiredly. Then I would take off my underwear and wash it clean, then hang it near the air-conditioner while I was cleaning myself in the bathroom. By the time I got done bathing, the pants would already be dry, or still a bit damp but dry enough to be put back in my closet, from which I would take another pair of pants to put on, dry and clean until I trashed them up again maybe 2-3 hours later. I had to get all those done before my, or Rogue’s parents returned from work.

Of course, I often did all these in the bathroom or the kitchen, places easy to be cleaned, never in the living room or parent’s room because the taint of semen would be very obvious, and never in my room either because of the Scarlett poster, which had been existing on the wall since I pasted it there the first day I came to Dallas. The poster was a gift that Irving gave me, even with Scarlett’s signature on it. It was just untouchable…

[Rogue]

Chapter Ten

One day, when I had just got it done in the kitchen, I saw a knife lying near the sink… For a moment I wanted to chop my off, and the entire scrotum as well. I was really tired of doing that . It was lame and not even satisfying anymore, so maybe I just wanted to put an end to it once and for all. But I feared the pain, and I didn’t want to disappoint Lucy, my girlfriend. ‘You have to be a real boyfriend to her, a real man. You can be a real man, Rogue… Yes, you can.’ I said to myself, I encouraged myself.

Then, all of a sudden, I heard the ring tone of my cell phone. ‘Someone is calling me’, I thought. I rushed to the phone then picked it up, it was Lucy calling. ‘How does she know I want to have a talk with her at the moment?’ I was confused yet excited, and very grateful to her because I wasn’t sure if I would have enough courage to make the call to her if she didn’t call me…

“Hi Lucy umm… I’m really glad you’re making the call, and I was intending to call you also… I’m feeling lonely, my honey, I just want you to be with me…” I said genuinely.

“Sure Rogue, I’m always available for you and I’ll be with you on request.” Lucy paused a moment, and continued, “I’ll be there in no more than 10 minutes, honey, see ya.”

There was only 10 minutes left… certainly not enough to clean up the whole thing, so I just threw the trashed-up underwear into the dustbin then put on a new pair, then wiped the floor clean with a piece of toilet paper. I was afraid of the possibility if Lucy wanted to get in my home, because… I didn’t have the time to wash myself. I just used paper to wipe everything clean, the floor, my hands and my , and the whole space inside the house was filled with the smell of my semen it seemed like… I didn’t want Lucy to know I just masturbated, though I knew she wouldn’t care. Maybe she also masturbated, and maybe she also just got done masturbating earlier this morning…

My phone rang again, just about 10 minutes after the first call. I answered the phone and surely enough, it was Lucy.

“Hi Rogue, I’ve arrived, waiting for you outside your home. Lock the door and go with me, honey. Hurry up!”

I looked outside the window, and saw Lucy waving her right hand towards me, her back leaning against a Toyota corolla… ‘Where’s she planning to go?’ I asked myself, but I knew that only Lucy would give me the answer.

I dressed up myself as quickly as I could, the blue ground Mavs championship T-shirt which was Rogue’s favorite and also the nicest one in my closet, and the tight blue jeans. I preferred loose sports trousers because they were more comfortable but I always had to wear tight jeans when I was going out with Lucy, you know why.

“Hi Honey, sorry to have you wait here for so long babe.”

“No problem, Ro, just get in and we’ve got a great place to go today.” Lucy said excitedly.

“Honey, whose car is it?” I asked.

“It’s mine, of course. Everyone needs a car to live in Dallas, don’t you even know that?”

I didn’t know, indeed. Maybe Rogue also used to own a car or maybe not, I had no idea. I had a driver’s license when I was still Mark living in NY, but I didn’t own a car, nor did I need one. My home was very close to the campus where I studied and worked, so I could just travel between school and home by bike, as a method of self-training and environment saving. The subway system could take you anywhere in New York so there wasn’t really much need for a car back there. Cars might be essential equipments to Americans in general, but most New Yorkers were exceptions.

“Cool then, where’re we going?” I asked.

“A place of surprise, boy.” She said, and kissed me on my left cheek.

[Rogue]

Chapter Eleven

It was a Toyota corolla so the space inside was rather limited supposedly, but it was actually a good thing for me, and for us, because it put us closer to each other… I inserted a CD into the CD player, and a familiar voice was heard by all four ears of ours. It was a disc of Scarlett’s album “Anywhere I lay my head”, and the le song came first…

My head is spinning round, My heart is in my shoes
I went and set Thames on fire, and now I must come back down
I see her laughing in sleeve, oh boy…
I can feel it in my bone.
Anywhere, anywhere I’m gonna lay my head, I’m gonna call my home

I see the world is upside down, I see my pockets filled with gold
The cloud has covered it all, and the wind is blowing cold
I don’t need any body…
Cuz I learned to be alone
Anywhere, anywhere I’m gonna lay my head, I’m gonna call my home…

I was inebriated by the song once again, but I hoped Lucy wasn’t because she was driving the car. Thankfully Lucy was a careful driver, and the only thing she did when she drove a car was drive the car, she didn’t even talk to me while driving. It gave me an absolute feeling of safety sitting inside the car that she was driving, and the car was running so stably I could even close my eyes and fall asleep, with my ears awake for the Scarlett songs though.

I could never listen enough to Scarlett songs, or stay long enough in Lucy’s car. Lucy was wearing a white T-shirt with a light-blue stripe extending from collar to each sleeve, a white short skirt and a pair of white tennis shoes, with white short socks barely covering the ankles. She was dressed as if she was going to play tennis today, maybe she should’ve worn a cap as well, but I was glad she didn’t wear it because I could see the full length of her beautiful dark brown hair draping down her neck and back, just long enough to cover up the buckle of her white bra, though the straps of it could still easily be seen through her translucent white T-shirt from behind.

I was carefully observing the movement of every muscle in her right leg as her foot switched between throttle and brake, and the inner side of her left thigh which was probably the whitest part of her skin. Her legs looked so nice that I almost lost the control of my hands to the animal nature of me, but thankfully the natural impulse was finally suppressed by the fear of getting killed in a car crash. My head was also “spinning round” it felt like, even faster than the car’s engine. But Lucy was so focused on driving she didn’t even notice it at all, my lecherous eyes and my restless hands… all of which belonged to a man, an “old” virgin that was gazing at her all the time.

[Kool Bob Love]

Holy . this thread is WILD.

[Rogue]

Chapter Twelve

Time also seemed to be compacted in a compact Japanese car. When I had only listened to 5 or 6 Scarlett songs, the car stopped and I knew we arrived at our destination. Everything looked familiar here, the maple trees along the street, the parking lot, and the buildings wrapped in garish facades. It seemed like a hotel and I had been here before… Yes, it was Four Seasons and I had been here once with Scarlett, escorted by Rogue.

“I’ve booked a room here so…” Lucy said to me, before her face flushed red and her mouth went dry.

I knew her mouth was dry, so she needed some saliva from mine… I unleashed the feral animal that I was, that I had been trying my best to suppress all the way, for so long…

“We don’t need a ing room, hon…” I said, in coarse gasps.

She was moaning and screaming, but little could be heard outside because of the engine that was still running to empower the air-conditioning. Nary could be seen outside either, thanks to the dark-filmed windows. But the car was trembling, shaking from side to side which could be easily seen… A cop noticed that and walked to us, knocking on the window…

Thank god we hadn’t undressed yet, neither of us.

“Everything’s OK, Sir…” I rolled down the window and said to him. Then he walked away.

She crawled back to me, searching my mouth with hers. Her eyes were still closed like she hadn’t noticed the cop or at all. She was a careful driver but when the car was parked, she was so careless…

My breath was so loud and hard she easily found my mouth by her ears even without opening her eyes, then she began sucking. Her mouth sucked into mine, as deep as my mouth could afford, and it made me feel hard to breathe even with my nose working at full load. Then she began licking my palate with her tongue… I tried my best not to laugh, but only managed to stand about 30 seconds under such torture… I laughed out uncontrollably and spewed a mouthful of saliva all over her face.

“I’m sorry hon… I lost...” I was laughing and coughing, the rear of my palate still itching.

She put out a bag of paper from the glove box, pulled out a piece of paper and wiped my mouth clean, despite her own face being much wetter than mine.

“Sorry, Rogue my honey, did I hurt you or discomfort you?”

“I’m fine honey, nothing but joy to me, to be honest.” I said, as I dragged out another piece of paper to help clean her face. I dipped the paper carefully and gently on her face to absorb each blob of the mixture of our saliva, one by one. It would be a real tough task to wipe her face dry without smudging her makeup, if there was makeup on her face. Thankfully she wasn’t using any makeup, not at all, yet she still looked so gorgeous.

“You’re so beautiful, my honey.” Those words came straightly out of my mouth, from the deepest part of my heart.

“You’re so welcome, Rogue.” She responded to my genuine compliment, giving me a big smile which multiplied her beauty… I couldn’t look at her anymore, for the fear of losing control again in the ing Japanese car.

[Rogue]

Chapter Thirteen

The car was parked rather close to the entrance of the hotel, so it only took us no more than 5 minutes to reach our room, and I felt I had already reached the limit of my tolerance… I was seriously concerned that my could break the zipper, pierce my pants and come out while we were on our way to the room, but thankfully it didn’t.

“Good kid.” I whispered to my , tapping it gently as soon as Lucy closed the door behind us. Then I turned to Lucy and said, “Honey… I can’t wait any longer, let’s get it started right now babe!”

“Sure Rogue, I’ve waited long enough too…” She was so excited her voiced sounded as if she was about to cry.

Then she began to undress, awkwardly. Maybe it was also her first time just like it was to me, or probably not since she had had a relationship for so long with Nick… but that was the last thing I cared at this moment. She belonged to me today, only to me…

She had already taken off her white T-shirt while I was thinking, and she was unbuckling her bra now… The straps were loosened and the bra was dragged down a bit by the weight of her s, showing more of her plump supple boobs, with only her nipples still hiding behind the two white round pieces of clothes it seemed like. Her s looked bigger than usual, and was probably growing bigger and bigger as I was watching them, with my also becoming harder and thicker.

She slipped her fingers under the straps of her bra and straightened her arms swiftly… then the bra was gone, leaving her sexy boobs puckering right in front of my eyes…

Then, she moved down her hands and started to unbuckle her white skirt…

“No, let me take care of the lower half, honey. Please…” I proposed, and she agreed.

I moved my head close to her body, which was already half naked… my face against her bare stomach and the scent of her was stronger that it had ever been. I had no idea where the scent came from, from her belly button, the pores in her skin, or the area between her legs… or maybe a mixture of them all.

I began kissing her stomach, inch by inch, as if there was a baby sleeping inside it, a baby created by Lucy and me…

I didn’t want to take off her skirt too soon… I felt there was a nice gift for me behind the package that her skirt was. I didn’t want to reveal it too soon, like a curious kid… I wanted to keep that closed until I couldn’t stand it anymore, to surprise myself.

I slipped my hands, both hands under her white skirt along the surface her smooth thighs, groping for the edges of her panties, and the openings between her legs… She was wearing a classic pair of cotton panties, I could feel… loose and warm, and a bit damp in the area between the roots of her legs… urine, sweat, or the liquid trickled out of her vagina? I didn’t know and I didn’t care either, I would rinse them all away later.

Then I sneaked my fingers into her panties, invading her round butt with my right hand and her pubic area the other. There was strong humidity inside there, and it become more and more moist as both of my hands simultaneously paraded towards the middle point of her crotch…

Finally my fingertips met and my hands came together again. I found a tiny opening there. I tried to insert a finger into it but it was too narrow and tight. I used the other hand to stretch it wide and then I found that it was in fact a hole. I put my index finger into it, slowly and carefully, and it felt warm and damp, and much deeper than the length of a finger…

My heart was pounding just as hard as my was beating my pants. I tried to confine the animal half of myself, but finally I surrendered… I couldn’t bear it anymore. I pulled out my finger quickly and snapped the narrowest part of her panties… I couldn’t even afford the time to pull them down. I couldn’t wait any longer…

[Rogue]

Chapter Fourteen

Lucy straddled my abdomen and began to ride, when both of use discovered something wrong instantly. I was still wearing the damn jeans. What a stupid mistake it was?

I freed myself from my jeans as quickly as I could.

“I’m sorry.” I apologized to her, “it was such a stupid blunder.”

“It doesn’t matter… Let’s get it started now honey, I can’t ing wait!” She screamed, as she pushed me down into the bed.

“Sure honey, me either.” I lifted my bottom and pulled my pants down, then took them off with her help. “Everything’s ready now, lady, let’s go!” I said to her, excitedly.

She unbuckled her skirt quickly, rolled it up then took it off over her head, followed by her panties, with the part covering the crotch already snapped.

She didn’t start it in a hurry though. She gazed at me with a big smile on her face, as if she was still trying to find the best mood for doing sex with me.

I looked at her face, her nose, her lips and her hazel eyes… Suddenly I felt I was struck by a 1000-volt current… She looked so much like Scarlett at the moment, and I’d never noticed she looked so much like her, especially when she was in love. I could never permit myself to profane my goddess, by doing such taboo stuffs like this… My shriveled even faster than the economy did, and all the sexual appe e was instantly gone…

But I still needed an excuse for turning a wimp again before Scarlett’s or a similar face, which had happened quite a few times at home in my bedroom. So I began searching for it, and found one…

“Ouch, Lucy my sweetheart, you’re bleeding. You sure you’re not on your period?” I asked.

“Sure, I’m clear today, otherwise I wouldn’t have called you out.”

“But…” I wiped my eyes then checked it again, and yes, she was indeed bleeding, I could assure it. And she also seemed to have felt the pain in her crotch… she looked down and found a gash on her pussy.

“ … It’s a gash. You injured me, you sissy bas .” She shouted to me, pretending to be furious.

“I’m… sorry, honey. It’s my fault.” I realized the gash was inflicted by the iron zipper of my jeans, which she just rode on naked. “But at least no body will see it even if there’s a scar.” I tried to console her.

“Not ‘no body’ though.” She laughed then came across me again, ready to resume our work. It seemed like the wound didn’t matter at all. Or maybe the only thing she wanted to care about at this moment was… me.

[Rogue]

Chapter Fifteen

“Or maybe we have to put it off to a later date.” I suggested.

“I… I just don’t wanna let you done, honey.” Lucy said honestly, “I’d like to do anything for you, Roguey, anything… I love you just as hard as you love your goddess.”

I was touched at the moment… Anything, she would like to do anything for me. Sure the gash didn’t mean nothing to her, the pain wouldn’t be nothing comparable to the pain of parturition that she was going to endure, maybe a few years later while giving birth to… our baby.

I couldn’t allow myself to tell the truth that I was indeed thinking of another woman, and that was the real reason why my passion was instantly gone… Or maybe she already knew it, knew everything, but she didn’t care.

“Lucy… you’re my angel. Scarlett is the goddess, and you’re the angel… I feel blessed, to be honest, that I have the luxury to love you both at once, and also be loved by you, both.”

Then we kissed, for the longest since our relationship ever started, as if our mouths were glued together…

“ , you’re still bleeding, my money. You gotta see the doctor.” I checked her wound and saw it still bleeding, having laid a round red taint almost the size of a basketball on the bed spread. I was slightly concerned.

“I’ll be fine, hon, I’m just too excited at the moment, my blood is flowing twice its normal speed.”

“Yes, mine too.” I put my head close to hers and kissed her lips briefly, then continued to say, “But at least we need to get some anti-infection drugs, even if it doesn’t require any s ches.”

“OK… thanks, Rogue. But… how am I gonna go out?” She said, pointing at her torn panties.

“I’ll go out and buy you a new pair and some menstrual stuff…”

“No… don’t leave me alone here, Ro… I just need to you be with me, all the time…” She begged, touchingly and honestly.

“Sure, my angel, I ain’t going nowhere…”

I hugged her head gently in my arms, my chin beginning to pluck her dark brown hair, sleek and thick… I closed my eyes and slipped my head down slowly, my face rubbing against her hair, her face and neck, breasts and stomach… My eyes were closed all the way but my nose led me to the position I was intending to go do. It smelt like the sea, which I was very familiar with while living in NY.

I felt some hair tickling my right ear, and some liquid wetting my lips… then I knew that was the right position. I extended my tongue out of my mouth and started licking that bleeding wound… It tasted salty first, the blood tasting like rust, but the tasted was diluted gradually and completely gone in the end. It already felt like an extension of my mouth now…

Her pussy stopped bleeding…

“Maybe it’s time to leave now.” I said, “Maybe we can go to the barbershop together later… I want to see how beautiful you’d look with your hair tinted blonde. Blonde hair would look perfect on you, honey.” In fact I just wanted to see how much on earth she and Scarlett could look alike. My favorite Scarlett pictures were those taken on the “Bobby Long” press conference in 04, where she was dressed like a cowgirl, blue jacket and jeans, with pure blonde hair…

“Sure, Rogue, I’m your Barbie doll.” Delightedly, Lucy said.

“And I know a good barber in our neighborhood, his name is Giuseppe, do you know him?”

“Of course I know him, I also frequent his shop. He’s a funny old man and I always go to his shop whenever I need a haircut. I’ve been a customer there since I was very young.”

“Excellent. Let’s go then.”

“But… my panties are torn… It’s ‘dangerous’ to wear a skirt so short without wearing panties, I think.” Lucy said.

“You can wear my pants if you don’t mind.”

“Sounds cool, bro. I’ve never worn a guy’s underwear before.” She sounded really excited. Then, she grabbed my underwear then put it on, “It fits so perfectly, thank you, it feels great…” She kissed my right cheek as she spoke.

“Except for this part though…” I said, tugging the loose front part of my pants, where my scrotum rested before I took them off. “Wait a second…” I continued to say, “You need something to fill the hollow part.” I picked up her torn panties then stuffed the right in there as I spoke.

“Don’t ever throw it away, honey”, I said to her, “It’s a souvenir.”

[Rogue]

Chapter Sixteen

We left Four Seasons in the early afternoon that day. After getting some anti-infection medicines from a pharmacy nearby, we headed to Giuseppe’s barbershop to get Lucy’s hair tinted, at my request.

Giuseppe was an Italian name but the barber named Giuseppe somehow had a Greek accent. He was about 60yr old, benign and amicable, and very talkative which was my first impression of this man. Rogue was very familiar with him. He had mentioned him quite a few times on Spurstalk, which was how I knew about him and his barbershop, but it was indeed the first time for me to meet him.

“Hi, Rogue, and… the Lucy girl.” Giuseppe greeted us passionately.

“Good afternoon, Giuseppe.” I shoot hands with him, Lucy giving him a light hug.

“I’ve been a customer to Seppe’s barbershop since as early as I could remember.” Lucy said to me.

I couldn’t be jealous… I could share my love for Scarlett with other guys, and Giuseppe was probably even older than Lucy’s dad, but it still made me feel uncomfortable when she referred to him so endearingly, to be honest.

“Umm… Rogue wants my hair tinted, blonde.” Lucy continued to say, “because… because he likes it.”

Lucy didn’t really know why I wanted to tint her hair blonde, she just knew I wanted it, and that was enough for her…

“Rogue, you need haircut too, I think.” Giuseppe said to me.

And yes, it’d been already a month since my last haircut, also at Seppe’s place, but I only read about it from Rogue’s posts…

“Yeah, you’re right, my friend.” I said.

“So, who go first?” Giuseppe asked.

“Lady first, I think.”

Then Giuseppe began to operate on Lucy’s hair, combing her hair carefully and applying the dye to her hair meticulously. Giuseppe was adept at his job and it only him like 15 minutes to get it done.

“How do you like it?” Giuseppe asked.

“She’s just perfect, to say the least.” She now looked just like that Scarlett girl on 04’ Bobby Long press conference, albeit slightly thinner.

“Now, your turn.” Giuseppe said to me.

I sat in the chair, looking motionlessly in the mirror to see the blonde Lucy girl sitting in the couch behind Seppe and me, the blonde girl who look so much like the 04’ Scarlett Johansson.

Giuseppe then began combing my hair and moving his hands over my head… But about a few minutes later he still hadn’t begun cutting my hair yet.

“Is there anything wrong here, my friend?” I asked.

“Yes, more or less.” Giuseppe said, “You’re not the real Rogue, are you?”

I was shocked, numbed like frozen, having no idea how to respond.

[Rogue]

Chapter Seventeen

I was silent and dumbfounded for the moment. I turned my head around and looked back at Lucy… She looked just as shocked as me, but more because of Giuseppe saying that I wasn’t Rogue rather than him being psychic. I was always an honest person and I had been pretending as someone else for so long… it was time to stop now.

“Sorry Lucy, honey… I… I am not that Rogue you know. Rogue was dead in NY from a mysterious diseases and I’m someone else. I’m Mark, a New Yorker, but I didn’t intend to deceive anyone… I just pretended as Rogue so his family wouldn’t be drowned in lugubriousness.”

“But… why didn’t you tell me the truth straight away?” Lucy countered me, with a question I could hardly reply to.

Rogue and Lucy hadn’t actually had a relationship. Maybe they used to love each other silently and tacitly but nary thing happened between them. Therefore, Lucy was more of my girlfriend rather than Rogue’s. She deserved to have heard the truth from me rather than the mouth of someone else’s.

“I’m really… sorry Lucy, there shouldn’t have been any secret between us…” I turned back to Giuseppe and said, “But how did you know this, Giuseppe?”

“I wasn’t combing your hair, my friend. I was reading your mind…” Giuseppe responded.

“So you’re a wizard or something?” I asked.

“Well, Mark. It’s time to let you guys know it, know it all…” Giuseppe then began to tell us the whole story…

Giuseppe wasn’t a wizard, not a barber either… He was a nymph under the cover of an Italian old immigrant. He was from Greece, ancient Greece actually which was the reason for his Greek accent. He carried the baby Eurydice to our world and put her into Melanie’s body, but he didn’t come back to the “upper world” right away. Instead, he stayed in our world to protect that goddess…

Giuseppe told us that there was a dude in the upper world who had a longtime crush on Eurydice. That dude’s name was Eurymedon, son of Dionysus…

“Dionysus?” I interrupted Giuseppe because I’d heard that name before, “I know him. We defeated him in New York a while back. Son of a killed me nearly, no, actually, but Scarlett saved my life, or my soul.”

“Don’t call him son of a ,” Giuseppe said, “Dionysus is son of Zeus and you can’t insult Zeus, the god of all gods.” He paused a while then continued, “Eurymedon was his son who had always been stalking Eurydice. So when I carried Eurydice to this world, Eurymedon followed us here. We arrived in NY and I found a new mom for Eurydice. I got my job done and was prepared to leave but I found Eurymedon came here too, so I decided to stay around.”

“But why did you move to Dallas?” I asked.

“Well because… I later found that Eurymedon had killed a local 2yr old NY boy and lived in his body. I knew he decided to stay in NY searching for Eurydice, which would pose a threat to your goddess. So, maybe 3-4 years later, I executed an action hat managed to deceive him into believing that Eurydice had moved to Dallas, so he followed.”

“But he was only 5-6 years old so how?” I asked.

“Eurymedon could control people’s minds. He controlled his parents’ which was an easy task for him.”

“And what action did you take?”

“Convincing him to go to Dallas was only step one. Step two was… I made him fall in love for a Dallas woman that he believed was Scarlett, but actually wasn’t. That woman looked similar to Scarlett, or Eurydice. She has been a customer here since she was very young, so I’ve been performing magic on her to enhance the similarity… Eurymedon finally found her, convinced she was Eurydice, then fell in love with her.”

[Rogue]

Chapter Eighteen

“Who’s that woman then? Do I know her?” I asked Giuseppe.

“Of course, she’s right here.” Giuseppe used his eyes leading my eyes to Lucy. All four eyes of ours were on Lucy now.

“I’m sorry.” Giuseppe said, “I used you as a mirage, or a decoy, or whatever word is correct you think of.”

“Then, that Eurymedon guy you mentioned is… Nick Ford?” I asked.

“Yes, that’s him.” Giuseppe responded, “But my magic has failed… it’s been no longer working since last month, the Hitch premiere. He must have attended the premiere and seen Scarlett in person. Then he realized Scarlett was the real Eurydice, while Lucy was a fake.”

“Oh…” Sighed both me and Lucy, simultaneously and tacitly.

“Nick Ford was pissed and decided to revenge.” Giuseppe continued, “He was mad at me but had no idea who I was, so he began to retaliate against the ones he knew… He jilted Lucy harshly, and more than that… He still loved Scarlett but he was selfish, he couldn’t share the love with other guys, so he practiced voodoo against guys who had ed her… and killed Rogue and Ryan Reynolds.”

“Ryan Reynolds was dead? I haven’t heard of the news.” I asked.

“Yes, you just too busy making love with Lucy recently. You have nary time to learn anything else.” Giuseppe paused for a few seconds and continued, “And yes, Ryan Reynolds was dead and his funeral is in tomorrow. Nick will attend his funeral to perform the curse on even more friends of hers, and her family as well.”

“I must go there to stop him.” I said.

“I will do this, son. I will prevent him from causing any harm to Scarlett and her family, at any cost.” Giuseppe said determinedly.

“I want to join you.”

“I have no reason to decline you.” Giuseppe said, “Lucy will go along with us, won’t she?”

“Sure.” Lucy responded.

Reynolds’s funeral would be held in Montreal, his hometown, and thankfully there were still tickets available. So we bought another two tickets and went there together.

[Rogue]

The last chapter

Lucy, Giuseppe and I arrived at Reynolds’s grave on his funeral day, where everyone was dressed in black it seemed like. Black suits and black sunglasses… people looked so similar behind those similar clothes and sunglasses it was really hard to figure out who was who, but I still recognized Scarett, my goddess. She looked sad just like everyone else there, or she was just acting so, and so was everyone probably. Reynolds was still a friend of hers it seemed, or she had to make it look like so at the request of Hollywood.

Several of her family members were there too, I noticed: Melanie her mom, Hunter her twin brother and Vanessa her sister who was also an actress. ‘Nick Ford must have found them too’ I thought. Those people were Nick’s targets to attack, while my friends and I must do everything needed to prevent Nick doing that.

But where the was Nick? I didn’t know Nick, having no idea how ty he looked. Lucy and Giuseppe knew him quite well, but they hadn’t found him either.

Nick was waiting for the chance to strike. So we silently approached Scarlett and her family to protect them against any possible attack from Nick Ford. Lucy and I had no power to battle a “god” so Giuseppe was the only one we could count on at the time. Although we knew we would have little to provide should a fight break out between Giuseppe and Nick, we still followed him anyway. Son of a could kill us all there that day, but I must ensure I would be the closest to Scarlett when we were dying.

Then all of a sudden, a strong wind came out of nowhere and blew the sky dark, and we knew Nick had begun to strike.

Scarlett was a bit scared, chilling and trembling… So I walked close to give her some strength.

“Don’t worry, goddess, I’m here to protect you.” I whispered to her. The wind was blowing so fiercely my voice was heard by no one, except Scarlett.

“Rogue? God you’re here, it’s fantastic.” She grasped my hands firmly. Her face was full of happiness at the moment and the dread I just saw was now gone completely.

“Scarlett. Whatever happens, I’ll be with you, for ever.” I said aloud and adamantly, and what I just said was clearly heard by Lucy… I didn’t know how she felt after hearing this, but at this moment I couldn’t care about anyone or anything other than Scarlett.

Then I heard a freakish Asian voice devilishly said, “Scarlett belongs to me and only to me, you short damn honky. I’m gonna take Scarlett home after I get done curbstomping you all mother ers…”

“It’s not gonna be that easy, you narcissistic picklebreath.” I responded.

Nick wasn’t annoyed though. He was still calm and his voice still dreadfully cold, “You survived last time Rogue, but you ain’t gonna be so lucky again this time.”

As nick was about to launch his fatal attack on us, another man appeared in the sky, his light slashing the darkness…

“Oh Yeah, this guy again, thank you bro.” I shrieked like a little girl because our lives were saved… I knew the power of this guy, and he was more than capable of beating Nick Ford… He was Orpheus, I recognized him at first sight.

But just a few seconds later, anxiety replaced delight in my mind… This guy was Scarlett’s fiancé, I remembered. ‘Is he coming here to bring her back to the so-called upper world?’ I was concerned. I was thinking at this moment that, I would rather die together with Scarlett than see her gone again, leaving me on the earth living in eternal loneliness.

Orpheus demolished Nick with ease, killed him and dumped his body into the dust…

“Orpheus, thank you…” Scalett approached him, saying, “You saved us once again, bro. Thank you…”

“You’re welcome, Eurydi… no, Scarlett. You belong to this world now and best wishes to you and your friends…” What Orpheus just said had kind of saved my life again. I would’ve probably killed myself right there in front of him had he said something else like ‘Eurydice, let’s come back together to the upper world, our home.’

Orpheus was gone… Scarlett and I kissed each other affectionately, all witnessed by Lucy

All of us left the grave yard… There was a sound coming up from under the ground, sounding like someone was knocking at the coffin from inside…

End of story.