Amber gently placed her hand on the stranger's shoulder. “Let me tell you a mistake men make while shopping for Valentine's Day. They think it's nothing more than a Hallmark holiday and give cheap gifts. Is that what your wife is?—cheap?”
“No, certainly not!”
“Well, then choose your tennis bracelet accordingly.”
Both Amber and the stranger now leaned over the glass counter. Amber's arms and shoulders were pressed against his and enjoying every bit of masculine body heat.
“Hmm…” exclaimed the customer. “Maybe I should go with the $1100 dollar bracelet?”
With her face close to the customer's, Amber giggled while displaying her white teeth. She looked so sexy and flirtatious in that moment.
The timing was perfect! As Amber looked up with beaming face, she spotted Daren nervously approaching down the aisle. What the hell was he doing there? Amber was sure to change her happy face to provide a wicked, scornful look. Daren had best stay away! Amber had no need for such a pathetic loser who was nothing more than a silly, psycho-obsessed stalker. Daren was childish, immature, insecure and a complete waste of Amber's time. She was much, too good for him. It was men like the stranger next to her that Amber wished to associate herself with.
Seeing the reality before him, Daren quickly turned around and walked the other direction. Maybe now he would finally get it.
* * *
Later that night was a different story. Obviously the handsome stranger made his purchase early that afternoon, and would probably never be seen again. Another day had come and gone, and Amber found herself—once again—alone in bed without the man she so desperately desired. Why was Daren doing this to her? Why did he continue to play such frustrating mind games? The only thing tangible Amber had at that moment was the long-stemmed rose that Daren left at the door.
Amber briefly got out of bed and reached for her rose on the dresser. After laying back down she brushed the petals against her lips. It certainly smelled like a rose which reminded her of love—deep, red, passionate love. Soon, with eyes closed and in some other place, Amber began to give delicate kisses to the rose petals while imagining that it was Daren's lips receiving them. Could Daren feel the kisses from across town? Would they remind him of how badly Amber wanted him?
Amber lifted her nightshirt and began to tickle her breasts and abdomen with the rose. This is how she wanted Daren to touch her. She wanted him to drive her insane with gentle tickling. And it didn't take long for the tickling to find its way down to Amber's vagina. His delicate touch drove her all the more wild! It was so crazy that she soon needed to reach with her other hand and rub her clitoris.
That's when Amber turned angry and violent. She was tired of experiencing love and sex with Daren this way. She wanted the real thing, but he was only into playing mind games. With the thorns of the stem, Amber began to scratch her inner-thigh while imagining that Daren could feel it some miles away. She raked and raked, allowing the stinging sensation to represent the frustration she felt. While rubbing her clitoris, Amber pulled the thorny stem close to her vagina and allowed it circumnavigate her most delicate and secret treasure. She wanted blood. She wanted the very rose that Daren had given her to shed the crimson of angry passion and frustration from the very place on her body that wanted him most.
The thorns scratched their way up towards Amber's navel. Nearing climax, she pressed harder to ensure that the scratches broke skin.
“You bastard!” Amber loudly whispered. “I hate you, you bastard! I hate you! Why don't you get in this bed right now and be a man and finally take me. I'm sick of the games, you bastard! I hate you! Why can't you be a man and take me?”
Amber's wishes were amplified through the night with peak orgasmic energy and climax. The very sheets where Daren would ultimately grant this wish for Amber had been lightly spotted with her own blood. Just as blood stains are impossible to remove; when shed during sex magick, there is no reversing the wish. And everyone knows that all of Amber's wishes come true.
Chapter 44
It was Valentine's Day, Sunday morning in Mapleview. Just as many Sunday mornings, Loraine Trivelli attended early mass at the Infant of Prague Catholic Church. Like many parishioners, Loraine felt so strongly about the Eucharist and wished to distribute it during communion. This is why she is a Eucharistic minister.
Every Sunday, Loraine Trivelli would greet each parishioner as he or she approached with hands in praying position and prepared to receive the body of Christ. She would announce, “Body of Christ.”
The parishioner would acknowledge by replying, “Amen” before taking the host. Many of them, however, had little reverence for this ritual and walked some feet away from the altar before popping the host in his or her mouth. To make matters worse, these people often chewed and chewed as-if the host were nothing more than a Ritz cracker! That's no way to take the body of Christ!
But then what could be said of Loraine's rare form on Valentine's Sunday? It wasn't bad that she was dolled up in a red dress with a silk, red scarf around her neck that had rose print. It was unusual, however, in the way she greeted parishioners who approached for a host. Rather than announce, “Body of Christ”; Loraine simply smiled and wished, “Happy Saint Valentine's Day!” and then presented the host!
It definitely threw parishioners for a loop! How does one say, “Amen” to that?
After mass, Loraine Trivelli stopped at the Sillmac bakery to pick up some Valentine's pastries and a nice poppy seed cake. Then she visited her lovely niece at the historic Trivelli house.
Daren was upstairs taking a shower.
“Happy Valentine's Day!” greeted Aunt Loraine as Mary opened the door. The two hugged, and then Mary was given a poppy seed cake for her and her husband to enjoy.
“So are you and Daren going to church this morning?”
“As always, Aunt Loraine. We go to the nine o'clock mass every Sunday.”
“So did you go out last night for dinner?” asked Aunt Loraine.
“No, we're going out tonight, instead.”
“Oh, you'll probably get your Valentine present later today.”
That's when Mary decided to show off her early present. “I got my first one yesterday afternoon. Check it out.” She signaled Aunt Loraine to follow into the kitchen.
Aunt Loraine gasped at the new appliance. “You got a new dishwasher?”
“Yup, it's the practical gift. The sentimental gift is later today.”
Aunt Loraine shook her head, “Well, aren't you Mrs. RB?”
“Mrs. RB?” inquired Mary. “Who's Mrs. RB?”
Aunt Loraine was quick to answer, “Mrs. Rich-Bitch!”
Mary was flabbergasted “What? Over a dishwasher?”
Aunt Loraine chuckled as-if her name-calling meant nothing.
* * *
Later that evening, Daren and Mary sat at the Mapleview Supper Club in downtown Mapleview. It was originally Daren's intention to treat Mary to dinner at the elegant Perry's Seafood in Sillmac. Unfortunately it slipped his mind to make reservations. He had other things on his mind that week, mostly Amber. And of course, because it was Valentine's Day, many of the restaurants in the area were packed with people. The Mapleview Supper Club was the only decent place that could accommodate Mary and Daren for the evening.
Mary didn't seem to mind. Enjoying a family style dinner of fried chicken, mashed potatoes and green beans at long tables suitable for a wedding at the VFW hall while seated next to other strangers in town wasn't so bad. Besides, she sported her new diamond bracelet—the sentimental gift from Daren. (Of course he didn't purchase the bracelet from the jewelry department where Amber worked!)
What did bother Mary was Daren's behavior. Although he talked to her and exhibited his usual caring, loving self; Daren was a bit distant in recent days. There was something wrong. Mary could sense this. There was something going on in the background of Daren's life.
“Daren, what's wrong?” Mary finally asked. “
You're just not yourself. Something is really bothering you.”
“Nothing! Why do you keep asking me that?”
“I don't know; you're just distant from me. I mean you talk and interact with me, but it feels like something is going on in your life that I'm not aware of.”
Daren sighed, “No, everything is okay. I guess I'm just a little disappointed that I overlooked reservations. I really wanted to treat you to Perry's in Sillmac.”
“Oh, don't worry about that! It just slipped your mind, that's all. Besides, you know I like fried chicken. I like the Mapleview Supper Club. You got me a new dishwasher and this nice tennis bracelet. Are you sure that's all that's bothering you?”
Daren nodded, “Yeah, plus I'm just a little tired. It's February and I want spring to come.”
But this was a lie! Daren knew why he was so distant. The current situation between him and Amber was terribly nerve-racking. What was it about her? Amber was so much different than the other women. She was strong. She possessed a certain power. The other women were uneasy and a bit fearful of Daren which made everything easy for him. But Amber had a mysterious control over Daren. And as the time went on, Daren couldn't help but believe he was falling in love with her.
The truth: Daren was so spell-bounded with Amber's magick that he was beginning to question his marriage. He was beginning to consider that perhaps he no longer loved Mary. For now, Daren was merely going through the motions.
* * *
It was all caused by Amber's personal brand of sex magick. Even Amber didn't understand the full spectrum of her will that was being imposed on Daren. You see, from the very, first time that Amber saw Daren's Facebook page; she hated the happiness that he and Mary appeared to share. She wished so strongly to ruin them. Amber wished to hurt young and beautiful Mary and steal her husband. After all, why should a woman like Mary have a husband and not Amber?
Later that night, Trista awoke from some very strange and disturbing noises in the attic. What in the world was Mother doing, now? Trista pulled the pillows over her head and struggled to go back to sleep, for she wished not to know the truth. Mother had truly gone crazy! It sounded as-if she walked around on the hardwood floors with high heels. There were popping sounds that one would immediately conclude to be the sounds of balloons bursting. Whatever Mother was doing, Trista wanted no part of it! And she suspected that the activity had something to do with that creepy guy who was after Mother.
And right Trista was! She would have been frightened to know how precise and accurate her visions were. Upstairs, Amber walked the hardwood floors in a slow and sexy gate that swayed her bare ass. She was completely naked with the exception of stiletto high heels. The electric lighting was off and replaced by several candles throughout the attic. There were six mirrors positioned at various places so that Amber could observe her reflection while walking. And on the floor were a few dozen inflated, elongated balloons.
Amber was sure to telepathically link herself to Daren while performing this strange ritual. In observing her naked, sexy reflection in the mirrors; Daren was permitted to receive the telepathic images. And each time a balloon had been popped under the sharp point of high heel, Amber imagined it to be Daren's excited penis.
“Pop… pop… pop…” Although Daren might have gotten aroused with all the sexual tension between them, Amber was sure to mutilate and diffuse a possible erection from Daren. He couldn't have Amber, no matter how badly he wanted her. She had the ability overpower Daren in such a way that erections were impossible.
Just down the street and up Mapleview Road; through the historic section of Mapleview, and inside the legendary Trivelli house; Daren sat naked on the side of the bed with head buried in his hands. Mary lay naked under the bed sheets with a very concerned and disappointed look on her face. Tonight was the first night that Daren had been unable to perform in bed.
“Daren, is there someone else?” Mary whispered.
Daren nearly shouted in return, “No! I just can't get it up tonight! I'm tired or something.”
“Well maybe you need to go to the doctor.”
“Mary, I'm fine! It's just late, I'm tired, and I'm kind of at a low right now with things being slow at work.”
Mary sighed, “Why do I think there is someone else? Are you sure you're not cheating on me?”
“I wish you would stop thinking that, Mary!”
Chapter 45
Guardians, guides, messengers and gurus; in the spirit realm there are councils in place that oversee the numerous, daily affairs of magick in the physical realm. You can think of them as saints who once devoted their lives on Earth to the art of magick, and continue to provide positive guidance to those who now grow within this art. One of their functions is to ensure that danger does not happen to people who expose themselves to magick. And they communicate with us in all sorts of ways. If needed, they sometimes manifest themselves in the faces of other people and transmit their information through facial expressions while using telepathy. They don't actually possess the living person that they borrow. Think of this phenomenon as casting a reflection of one's self onto another's. The person serving as the mirror is none the wiser. He or she might smile or produce an intense facial expression towards the intended recipient, but never realize that this was done.
Could this phenomenon be used to describe what appeared to be Jim's meaningful encounter with Amber's sister? She certainly appeared to have something important to tell Jim. Or did she really? Perhaps she merely recognized him as one of the friendly faces in town; and beyond that wanted nothing to do with him.
What if a guide from the spirit realm were assigned to Jim to steer him out of danger? What might this person be experiencing throughout this assignment?
She probably sits outside his home and watches him get into the cable van each day while shaking her head and sighing. “He's just not getting it! What am I going to do?”
Maybe she favors Amber's supposed sister. She might like this woman's overall appearance and style. Perhaps Amber's sister even reminds the guide of herself when alive on Earth.
Doesn't this theory make sense? What, after all, could Amber's sister want of Jim?
Chapter 46
Is there really a difference between a violin that costs—say—$75 and one that costs around $300? If your child were serious about school orchestra, you would certainly consider this.
Mapleview isn't as prestigious as the neighboring town, Sillmac. The average population in Mapleview consists of the working middle class. But this doesn't mean that parents of an orchestra student couldn't afford a $300 violin. Some actually do purchase a violin at this price. And some see nothing wrong in giving their child a $75 violin for school orchestra. Many other parents simply opt to lease the musical instruments through the school for a reasonable cost. This means that the lease agreements are renewed each year.
Now you would think that a lease form would simply be sent home to be filled out, check enclosed and returned for the following school year—provided the student wants to resume orchestra. But those in charge of high school orchestra saw this as an opportunity to discuss and encourage parents to participate in the upcoming fund raiser, ask for personal donations to help offset the operating costs of next year's orchestra and even request volunteers for various functions. The grueling evening included Power Point slides with graphs and pie charts that were seriously unnecessary and created by people who were simply proud of the fact that they could make nifty graphs and charts. It could be considered one of the most boring meetings that a parent would have to attend. And to make matters worse, it was mandatory!
Kimberly was aware of this mandatory meeting to be held on the Tuesday evening of February 23, 2010. But she knew all too well that her body would be under attack by a terrible fever. Her only option was to plead with Jim that he attend.
Kimberly asked her husband, “I know you need to go to bed early. I know you've been working all day in the cold and are probably tired. But
I can't make it, Jim. Could you go tonight?” Kimberly asked her husband this over dinner. Tonight she gathered as much strength as possible to simply make Hamburger Helper for her family. For years she prided herself in creating only the finest home-cooked meals for her family; pot roasts, homemade chili, stuffed cabbage rolls, pork chops and steaks—a real modern day Donna Reed. But in recent times, she found it convenient to throw together the ingredients from a box. Kimberly just didn't have the strength to cook as she normally did.
Jim was understanding, of course. And he was more than happy to attend the orchestra meeting that Tuesday night. “Of course I'll go, Honey. You've been working and slaving all day and you're sick. You need to rest on the sofa and get better. I'll go; no problem!”
Kimberly was so fortunate to have a wonderful husband like Jim. She vowed to make it up to him when finally better.
But little did Kimberly know that Jim had extra motivation for attending the meeting. You see, Jim was in the middle of his spicy sex magick love affair with Ekaterina. And if you recall, Ekaterina was the orchestra teacher at Mapleview Community High School. Jim couldn't imagine her doing anything that would reveal the taboo relationship to Kimberly. But what if? What if through purely unintentional means, Jim's wife discovered the terrible secret through nothing more than intuition? Women can do this. Women know everything!
You can understand why Jim was so eager to attend the boring meeting that night! He did, however, fear a slight “catch 22”. He hadn't seen Amber in many weeks. Being that Trista was in the orchestra, Amber would surely be there. This would be a most-awkward encounter. How does one deal with a mistress that was simply abandoned with no offered explanation?
The meeting that night was to be held in the high school gymnasium. Upon entering, Jim noticed that Amber had yet to arrive. He sat some distance away from his usual location and waited nervously for Amber to enter the gymnasium. It was going to be an interesting evening, indeed! For tonight, the dumped mistress would quite possibly learn of her replacement—Ekaterina.
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