"You made things easy." Clarice countered.
"I thought I--I haven't worn this black jacket in years though. Could be." He scoffed, "I have so many damn clothes. I need to donate some to Goodwill." He picked up the nine-inch crystal ball. "Warm."
"Energized." She raised an eyebrow. "You're a man with many enemies. I'd destroy the crystal right, away, JonLuc."
He picked up the mysterious powerful energized crystal, parted the green, red and black beads, and left the shop. He got into his car and drove out to the pier. He raised the crystal and was about to smash it to pieces, when he heard a familiar giggle. He followed the sound and saw Priscilla laughing at the jokes of a man. She had her legs slightly apart as they sat. Anyone driving a boat got a good view of her naked quim, her delicate squeezebox.
"Priscilla!" JonLuc fumed. "I knew you didn’t love me! And who are you!" shouted JonLuc as he pulled his gun from behind his back and waved it in the scared white man's face. "Because those glasses will not protect your nerd ass!"
"JonLuc, JonLuc!" Priscilla shouted, "This is my editor."
He remembered what Clarice said. But his rage kept flowing out of him. "I'm going to put you in a river so deep—“
Priscilla tried to step between her editor, shaking like Jell-O, and JonLuc, but JonLuc deftly pushed her out of the way of his gun aim.
"I'm a successful, romance writer! Successful! Published!" she said, in her first generation EU accent.
"Twit you'd better show me some credentials or you're a gonner!"
The man pulled out his credit cards with his publishing magazine's name on them; his press card; his business card.
JonLuc looked them over. "You could still be fucking my woman."
Priscilla's anger flashed, "We have an agreement. If I wanted to flash him," Then she flashed the surprised editor her naked love crease, "I can. I let you fuck those whores on our wedding night in Las Vegas."
JonLuc didn't understand where his emotions were. He'd just spent an hour figuring out how to divorce Priscilla. How to talk her into leaving, breaking her moral code. Now here he was defending her like he loved her. Did he want to love her and stay married? Did he want to leave her, even though he knew his heart would break into tiny pieces? At least for a month or two of sadness and memory wiping as he systematically practiced falling out of love.
"Pri-Priscilla is a successful Romance Writer, JonLuc." He held out his shaky smooth hands. The hands of a man who had never worked hard in his life, JonLuc noticed.
They shook hands.
JonLuc put the gun away. "I'm sorry. Sometimes I come here to think." He turned to walk away. "Continue on. I have to go."
"I'll see you, tonight, JonLuc!" Priscilla yelled in her girlish EU accent.
"Yeah, right." JonLuc replied not even turning around.
***
Home inside his penthouse apartment in one of his buildings, JonLuc hung up his black jacket and put on some classical music. He had to analyze his own feelings about Priscilla. Why didn't he use that as an excuse for a divorce? On the other hand, something deep inside him held onto her. How could he go through the love spell--the love spell? What were those words? He struggled to remember them. They came back like a bad forgotten after party dream.
"I am the ear and you must hear
Listen, listen we shall be free,
By my mouth which--"
No that's not right.
"I am the ear and you must hear
All the comments true from me.
Listen, listen without a tear,
Find another love my cherished, dear."
JonLuc struggled for over an hour for the right words. Embarrassing himself for forgetting might only make him seem weak to Clarice. Word might get around.
"I am the ear and you must hear
All the comments true from me.
Listen, listen we shall be free,
From this love and heart not free,
By my mouth which you can hear,
Forever, forever go without a tear,
Find another love my cherished, dear."
"Yes! That's it," He said. He felt proud of himself. He reheated cooked Shrimp Gumbo, a side dish of vegetable soup and strawberry lemon bars for desert. Eating he went over the instructions. I need to make love to Priscilla and say the words in my mind. I can do this. I can do this.
Truth was JonLuc couldn't do this. He didn't have clarity. He loved his EU blonde bombshell Priscilla Kohler. And she was pregnant. She often said children pleased her. Knowing Priscilla, she didn't fuck anybody. You can't get preggo from flashing your naked love box to other men. What did it all mean? Why was he wavering and waffling like some two-bit punk?
Priscilla always talked about when thinking about him, she moved in a confused haze of feelings and desires. Her needs came second to his needs. She said his touch made her sexual and heart senses work overtime. Romance might be the biggest impediment to love on the earth.
And JonLuc considered impediment might mean romance stopped love from flourishing; romance stopped love from ending. His case definitely romance hinder his ability to end their relationship. His mind said you just spent $8,000 trying to separate from this woman. You need to complete the process. He pushed the dinner plate away and gingerly stacked the dishes in the sink. He hated washing the dishes. Without Priscilla, he'd have to go back to eating out. She cooked awesome meals. No one but business partners and clients and enemies would be left to talk in his penthouse apartment.
"I'm completing the process," JonLuc ordered himself. "That's it." He ran the shower water and prepared for having sex with Priscilla tonight. Launching the spell tonight. By next, week, he'd be able to deal only business, fuck any girl he wanted. Maybe even persuade Priscilla to get an abortion.
He stepped under the hot wet rays and let his tension flow down the drain. What a drama day this was? He whispered quietly.
***
Priscilla came home wearing a long white strappy shoulder dress, and low heels. JonLuc respected women who wore low heels. He knew natural sexy legs from fake sexy legs propped up by the heel, flexing the calve muscles, making their thighs and ass switch. Honest and natural beauty drove him wild. He waited naked under his black bathrobe. So many things had happened, but he made it through. He remembered the love spell. Although it actually was a divorce spell, JonLuc refuse to acknowledge it. Priscilla drove him crazy. He loved this schoolgirl to know end. In fact, the more he controlled his outside life, the Bronx underground, the young thugs coming up, believing they could be harder than him, the messy relationship between the dealers, the more drama appeared in his inside life with Priscilla.
Priscilla dropped her white strappy dress at the door and held up her newly published romance novel. JonLuc's heart lost his power. He held on by threads. Remember the spell he said silently. Remember the spell. "I just want to forget everything bad today, Priscilla and hold you close. I love you, Schoolgirl."
She walked forward and handed him her new shiny book, "Our love story told in a romance."
JonLuc understood now the impediment. She is as bewildered about what is happening between her mind and feelings as I am. "You're kidding me?" He was flattered.
"I kid you not." She gave him a deep kiss as her 35D breasts mashed his hard pectoral muscles. "I'm wet for you, JonLuc. I couldn't stand to let anyone else see me down there. I didn't flash anyone on the way home on the A Train."
JonLuc turned the pages of the tawdry romance novel. "They say, you cut the book into two and the middle will show an important core idea. Why the novel was written?" JonLuc closed the book and deftly divided the pages. He turned to the middle.
Jac was a Pirate. One of the meanest Pirate in the Caribbean and he loved no one. He cared only for gold and the love of gold might buy. Whores and wenches filled his heart as well as fine aristocratic ladies bored to death by unromantic husbands. That was until he met Prina Lov. Prina Lov grew up, from an old family back in Europe. Buxom women lik
e her didn't belong out on the high seas around cutthroats like Jac the Pirate. But she knew how to handle herself. Prina dressed up in her long dress skirts, white poet's blouses, and her corset worn on the outside sporting hooks for short knives. Trained by her Dad, in the weapons of the day, Prina backed down from no one. Not even Jac the Pirate. Prina might have bought her a pirate ship. She didn't want one. She wanted to share Jac's ship. Her tight blouse bulged in all the right places. And Prina’s hard nubs stared out at you with as much lethalness as her cold blue eyes.
JonLuc closed the book. "Damn girl that's damn hot. Come here."
JonLuc had every reason to continue his plan now. She was as serious about her plans as he was. He kissed her hard and their tongues did not explore politely. They went forward giving their passion. He sucked her tongue. She sucked his back. He withdrew to kiss her cheeks and nibble her ears. Priscilla reached down, running her hand through the black robe parting it. His nakedness accessible now, spurred her on. JonLuc lifted her, carried her to the bed. He placed her on her side and mounted her. "You love horizontal smooching," he said and his hard dick now dripping precum from the Schoolgirl's tempting hand manipulations.
Priscilla broke away, rolled over off the bed. She climbed back on at the top, lay her back on the headboard. She spread her legs. "All my romantic feelings come from here, JonLuc," she pointed to her moist cleft. Her charming cavern of lust and longing. He stared fighting off the desire in his heart to love her.
"I want to give you a good time," said JonLuc in a lower voice.
She left her legs wide open. Her thighs held droplets of moister near her sex. JonLuc licked his tongue. She breathed in deeply and said, "I'm horny tonight. More horny than ever. I can't explain it. Seeing you ready, waiting. Smelling good. That black robe on your black skin. Gosh. JonLuc, you know how to make a girl fall in love and stay in love."
He advanced, crawling on the bed on his knees. He faced her and slowly gently kissed her nose, before kissing her lips. A light kiss to deceive her, as he pulled her forward on top of him. Priscilla's thighs spread around his and she reached between them. She took his manhood and placed it on the entrance of her excited womb door. She rocked forward before rocking back onto his hard pleasure stick. Priscilla moaned her satisfaction. JonLuc sank deeper and deeper into her silky recesses. He felt her melt on his hardness until her tush touched his thighs. Priscilla rose up off like an accordion opening up, pulling back. Slowly her outstroke felt as good as tantalizing as her in strokes. Her gentle movements tossed her coconuts around wildly. He reached up and stopped them from knocking against one another as she fucked him.
JonLuc regained his senses. He thought of the love spell:
"I am the ear and you must hear
All the comments true from me.
Listen, listen we shall be free,
From this love and heart not free,
By my mouth which you can hear,
Forever, forever go without a tear,
Find another love my cherished, dear."
Priscilla lowered her head beside JonLuc and kissed his ear. She swam her hand all over his bald black head. JonLuc remember how Priscilla relished how his balls slapped against her soft ass cheeks. He wanted her pure and simple. His hands reached and tormented her pink nipples, until they redden and stiffened into hard nubs. He pulled her down and tried to suck in her nipples.
He repeated the saying:
"I am the ear and you must hear
All the comments true from me.
Listen, listen we shall be free,
From this love and heart not free,
By my mouth which you can hear,
Forever, forever go without a tear,
Find another love my cherished, dear."
JonLuc," whispered, Priscilla into his ear. "The divorce spell won't work."
He pushed her back away from him. They stayed connected. "Why?"
"You love me."
"I need space."
"The spell only completes if you destroy the crystal. You didn't."
"How do you know I didn't?" he bluffed.
"Because I was at the pier remember. Oh my editor had no clue why I wanted to meet there."
"You played me, Priscilla," JonLuc half smiled.
"All you cared about was if I loved you. You want me to stop flashing guys. I will."
"You can't cure yourself of this obsession.”
“No I can't but you can."
"Wh-What!" He realized it. "You and Clarice are working together against me."
"It's your own fault, JonLuc. You left my panties in your jacket coat. Why take that one? You didn't destroy the crystal. The spell is a divorce spell that can only work on divorcing me from whatever is stopping our love. My need to flash my panties, my temptation is cured. Your energies and my energies stopped it."
JonLuc thought about it. The words fit perfectly to stopping something in Priscilla. It could be anything from smoking, to having affairs, to flashing guys. "If you're cured then, I'm not divorcing you."
Priscilla started undulating and churning her hips again, "Then everything is like we want."
"You're a witch."
"I cast a spell before you, with Clarice, too."
"I knew I couldn't trust her. Women working together. You worked your spell this morning!"
Priscilla through back her blonde hair and laughed. "You made it so easy. The watch was perfect."
"What now?"
"We do what we've always wanted--love each other in peace. Finally peace! No drama."
"Well, a little bit of drama makes the relationship exciting." JonLuc slapped Priscilla’s ass.
She pinched JonLuc’s nipples. "Only a little bit of drama, yes."
JonLuc and Priscilla rubbed and pressed their sweaty bodies together until they exploded in shared bliss. After they calmed down, JonLuc said, "I want you to know. Divorcing you was breaking my heart."
"You're not a man who doesn't finish things."
"You're right; I can't stand leaving things incomplete. I won't sleep with whores. You won't flash. We'll stay married. We'll live happily ever after--and no major drama. Unless it’s approved by us both.”
--THE END--
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