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2020.09.04 16:57 welcometosouthapp Female spy tug

Friday, September 4th, 2020
I can’t believe Winston’s making me do this on my birthday!
It was sunrise on Gigi’s 19th birthday. She dragged a gas-powered chainsaw across the North Campus quad. An hour earlier, Winston had woken Gigi up with a phone call. “Fetch my chainsaw from under the bed and meet me at the library.Click. Not even a “Happy birthday.”
So, she’d rolled out of bed in a white tank top and baby-blue yoga pants. Call it morbid curiosity. Only Winston could come up with such demands, after all.
Gigi was streaked in oil and sweat. She hobbled to the library entrance and let the hunk of metal fall to the ground. North Campus was a vast expanse of willow trees and solitude at sunrise. But something was very…off.
Suddenly, Winston popped out of the bushes and pointed a pistol at Gigi’s forehead. “You’re alone on campus on a day like today,” he rattled off. “Out of the blue, some hooligan hops out of the bushes and tells you to wring your pockets. But you’re wearing a sundress, so you don’t have any pockets. So instead, he-”
“YEET!” Gigi screamed, kicking Winston’s crotch. He crumbled to the ground, hitting a falsetto.
“Oh...shit! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“Shiiiet, it’s all right,” Winston moaned, rolling over on his back. Gigi’s frowning, pale face eclipsed the rising sun. “Happy birthday. It’s a Smith and Wesson Bodyguard. Too small for me. Be mindful of the trigger-pull and recoil. But I reckon it’s compact enough for your frou-frou jeans.”
“Oh! I...thank you! But why?” The warm gun fit in her small hand like a glove.
Winston stood up. “Hell, you’ve had my back since I got here. I reckon I oughta return the favor. I ain’t the brightest slice of pie in the knife drawer. But as long as you’re the brains, I may as well make due and be the brawn.”
I stole your other gun and our friends stole your fake IDs! is what Gigi wanted to say. “You...make me feel really safe, Winston!” is what she actually said, slipping the gun in her purse.
Winston lifted the chainsaw. “Welp, it’s time to cut some ties. We’ve got a rat in the frat. Some Alpha Beta Kappa brother pretendin’ to be one of us. See that tree down yonder? That’s their secret meet-up spot. And it’s gotta come down.”
ABK, or “All Big Kocks", started as a frat that met in an off-campus apartment. Then, Clyde (son of Dean Dale Crenshaw) took over. Overnight, the funding skyrocketed. This Honors Music Fraternity was BDE’s greatest rival. Live shows every Friday night, a 3.8 GPA entrance criteria, and co-ed. “Why go to any other frat parties?” Clyde would always argue. “When the women are already here?
“So, about this rat,” Gigi mused, following Winston to the tree. “You asked him nicely to leave?”
“Well, let’s just say he’s branded for life. Name was Taggart, and we actually rushed together. Poor bastard.”
The lumberjack revved the chainsaw. His large pecs and biceps bulged under his shirt as he put that smoking-hot metal to work. He’d easily replaced 20 pounds of fat with muscle. And as that hundreds-year-old tree crashed to the ground, Gigi reminded herself to stay on his good side.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here!” Winston yelled, taking off. “They’ll arrest you too! Hell, you’re the one with the filed-off serial number.”
“W-what?!” Gigi’s voice cracked as she sprinted past him.
“Fuckin’ with ya, Gigi.”
Gigi rode shotgun in Winston’s truck. She kicked off her flats and began massaging her sore feet.
“Um...I definitely stink,” Gigi laughed nervously, slipping her shoe back on. That was Winston’s cue to roll the window back up. She reached into her purse and pulled out the huge charcoal bath bomb that she stole from Sarah. “Dear Chadwick Hughes’ spirit: all I want for my birthday is a bath!”
“Hmm.” Winston drove past Firewater Hall toward Greek Row. “You’re a wanted woman,” he reminded her. “If we go to the house, you’re gonna have to sneak in. If Ryan finds ya, he’ll put your head on a pike.”
Ah, Gigi thought. Because we snuck in, punched him out, and blew up his father’s ashes. Seems...fair.
They pulled up to the BDE house and saw Ryan’s white BMW in the driveway. Winston shut off his Roush engine and instinctively pulled Gigi’s head into his lap, hiding her from plain view.
“Here’s the plan, birthday gal. I’ll go upstairs and grab a shower in the guest bathroom. I’ll save ya some hot water. Wait here, and I’ll text ya when everything’s ready.”
Winston slipped inside. Gigi lay across the passenger and driver’s seat. She thought about bailing and driving to Denny’s for free birthday pancakes. But Winston had the keys. And as her sweating, greased-up body melted in that god-awful hot truck, she decided that she really wanted that bath.
Gigi drifted off to sleep. In her dreams, she sat at a kitchen table in a massive Beverly Hills mansion. In front of Winston were a birthday cake and a huge gift bag. “Happy birthday, Winston!” she exclaimed. Winston reached into the bag and pulled out his lost Colt Single Action Army. “Ta-da! It’s your gun!” Then, he pulled out his lost BDE binder. “Ta-da! It’s your fake IDs!” Finally, he reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of yellow and white striped panties with a lacy bow. “Ta-da! It’s my virginity!
Gigi bolted awake to her phone vibrating. A text from Winston. Ready. Use the ladder. She sat up from her puddle of sweat and made her way around the side of the house.
At the top of the raggedy fire escape ladder, Gigi reached the second-story open window. Tea candles lined the shelf of an elegant clawfoot bathtub, filled to the brim with steaming water. Beside the tub was a shower caddy containing a bottle of merlot, a bag of chocolate-covered almonds, several high-end soaps and face masks, and a note.
To my partner in crime: I reckon we managed to evade the law quite a few times since we moved here. Truth is, ain’t no bathtubs in jail. Now, enjoy all this bougie shit that I found in Claire’s room. Happy birthday - Winston.
“He writes just like he speaks,” Gigi whispered, holding the letter to her chest.
Gigi stripped down to her underwear and neatly folded her clothes in a pile. On the floor was Winston’s t-shirt and blue jeans from earlier. I’m sure he’ll wear that again! She slipped off her yellow panties. After some thought, or no thought at all, she stuffed them into the back pocket of his jeans.
Gigi lowered herself into her first college bath. Even the water felt softer and silkier than in the dorm, whose water flowed from lead-flavored pipes. She picked her brain for every get-rich-quick scheme in the book, aspiring to live in such comfort full-time.
I could blackmail Sarah and Tai about that binder, she thought, submerging her head under water. Maybe I can convince them to give me a cut of their profits! So that a poor student like me can buy clothes that aren’t secondhand! But that would mean keeping the fake IDs a secret from Winston and betraying his trust...
Gigi shot up from the water, gasping for breath. She rubbed her eyes and slicked back her jet-black hair. Then, she unwrapped the bath bomb. It fizzled as a milky grey mist clouded her entire bath.
Winston, would you forgive me? Gigi lifted her hand out of the water and read her nearly-faded tattoo. And if I take a cut of their earnings, I’ll buy the cutest outfits to wear for you. I’m-
She lowered her tattooed hand into the cloudy water, where it disappeared between her legs.
“I’m ready for you, Winston.”
***
“Look at this swole son of a bitch!” greeted Brother Twinston, as Winston entered the cozy living room after his shower. They and eight other pledges dressed in white button-downs and tan slacks, adorned with a BDE pin on the collar.
Winston grabbed Twinston in a playful headlock. “I reckon ain’t nobody gonna be able to tell us apart now.”
“I reckon you’re right, stunt double!” Twinston agreed. This young man was a spitting image of Winston in looks and spirit. They had met at a frat party after taking whiskey shots and reaching for the pickle jar at the same time. Bromance at first sight.
“Enough faggotry,” Ryan commanded, walking up the podium by the fireplace. As the de-facto alpha of the room, his pomade-style hair stood taller than everyone else’s. Seven AM on Friday was BDE’s weekly meeting, and brothers were expressly forbidden from taking Friday classes. Because as soon as this was over, the weekend pre-gaming would commence.
“Now, Winston!” Ryan began. “Looks like your sausage fingers got some dirt under your nails. I trust the deed was done?”
“As motherfuckin’ Shakespeare said: the tree fell, nobody was around, and it still made a fuckin’ sound. I reckon ABK’s hideout is being hauled off by a truck as we speak.”
“You’ve never had a way with words,” Ryan pointed out. “But I gotta admit: you get shit done. Now, if another rat wants to show their face, I got no problem burning down their momma’s house. Next on the list. We gotta talk about two of our…ex-members. Claire and Connor. She packed up the rest of her shit and slipped out of here last night. I’ll be posting an application for Social Chair on our Facebook page.”
Last week, after Winston had caught Claire cheating on him with Frank, she had officially stepped down from BDE.
“Hell, let’s break tradition and make it a man, for Christ’s sake!” Twinston piped up. Despite only being a sophomore, he had clout among the senior brothers.
“I’ll consider it,” Ryan said, shrugging. “You know women: always afraid of commitment. Bitch didn’t even give a reason for leaving. Although I’m not gonna lie: I’m gonna miss those tits during strip poker.”
Two muscular black brothers gave each other a crisp high-five.
“Now, onto Connor. Not only did this beta bitch get a DUI, but he had our motherfucking coke on him.” Ryan tossed a bag of red-and-white cocaine on the coffee table. “Now what the fuck did we say about taking coke out of the house?”
“Don’t go to the buyers - let the buyers come to you,” the brothers responded in unison.
“Final topic of conversation,” Ryan announced, holding up a saloon-style wanted poster. “I’d like to announce that I've delivered swift, painful justice to the bastards who stole my father’s ashes.” On that poster were security camera photos of Frank, Tweed, and Chad - their faces X’d out. Next to their images were lo-res pics of Gigi and Sarah. “I’m increasing the bounty to 2500 bucks for whoever brings me the other two cunts.”
This bounty was news to Winston. Nobody knew he was even related to Sarah, or that Gigi was currently bathing upstairs. While the brothers salivated over the reward money, Ryan swiped a fire poker cast with BDE at the tip. “We took those three bastards out to the quad and branded them for life! Sent their bitch-asses packing. But as for these two dumb sluts...I think they were the masterminds of the whole goddamn plan. I say we tie ‘em down and apply directly to the forehead!”
“Yeah, man, fuck these ho’s,” Winston played along. “They did your daddy wrong. But real talk, I say we track ‘em down and exile them from the fuckin’ campus for life. Ain’t no use in getting thrown in jail for assault. Hell, that’s where those bitches belong.”
“Winston, I’m disappointed in you, chief,” Ryan said condescendingly, slamming the poker on the fireplace with a loud clank. He walked over to Winston and stood eye-to-eye with him. Dead silence. Finally, Ryan cracked a douchey grin.
“All right, all right,” Ryan chuckled. “I’ll go easy on ‘em...that is, if they drop to their knees and suck every last drop from us until they fucking drown!”
The brothers roared like animals, chanting Ryan’s name as he ripped open the bag of red-and-white cocaine. Winston forced a painful smile as the nausea set in. Ryan leaned over the coffee table and proceeded to snort his usual Friday-morning line.
“WHO’S GOT MOTHERFUCKING BIG DICKS?” Ryan screamed psychotically.
“WE DO!” the brothers yelled, banging their chests.
“AND ON MY DEAD DAD’S GRAVE! IF ANYBODY CROSSES BETA DELTA EPSILON, WE’LL DISEMBOWEL THEM AND SHIT DOWN THEIR THROATS!”
Ryan flipped over the glass coffee table, shattering it into pieces.
***
The massive South Campus quad was speckled with students playing ultimate frisbee, strumming guitars, and pretending to study. It was Tai’s happy place. Ever since Jacky turned him loose, he and Sarah had been practicing Krav Maga during sunset. A zen-like hobby that helped him clear his mind and shrink his erection.
Tai landed a shaky roundhouse kick as he spotted a young lady in the corner of his eye.
“I’ve got your rematch, Sarah,” Tai jeered, landing a sloppy jump-spinning crescent kick. But as he stuck the landing, he witnessed Gigi in a traditional kimono and a chopstick bun.
“I accept your challenge in Sarah’s stead!” Gigi cheered, bowing deeply.
“Wait...huh? Where’s Sarah?”
“Ah, in celebration of my 6,939th day on Planet Earth, she elected to maintain a record of meeting notes in my dreadful Comparative Literature enrichment!”
A blank stare from Tai as he slowly shifted into a guarding stance.
“I mean...it’s my fucking birthday, so she went to class for me!” She kicked off her flats and crouched into a grappling stance. “Now, will you hand over a third of your fake ID profits? Or will I have to spill the Bush’s Bourbon and Brown Sugar baked beans to Winston?”
“W-what?! Who told you?”
“Hmmm...twas but a whisper in the wind - a grape from the vine!” Gigi inched toward Tai, who cautiously backed up.
“Okay, look...don’t, um, don’t do anything drastic! We’re gonna pay it back to him, I promise. If you think about it, we’re just doing the work for him. It’s just that...well, it’s been a tough week so we can’t really afford to give you that kind of money!”
“As you wish. I’ll have to beat it out of you instead!”
Tai threw a lunging side kick. But the swift Gigi virtually teleported behind him. She jammed her thumbs into the tender spot below his ears.
“Fool, a petite fighter such as myself must play defensively,” Gigi bragged, regrouping. “I’ve been watching you. Looks like those kicks have thrown you off balance, Mister Flat Foot!”
“You can kiss that ID money goodbye,” Tai scoffed, rubbing his pressure points.
“That’s perfectly fine, grasshopper! I don’t intend to ask for it.”
Tai side-stepped and tried for a sweep kick. Gigi raised her leg over her head like a Chinese gymnast. He fell forward from his own momentum, but Gigi pressed her foot against his face to stop the fall. She wiggled her toes, then gave him a firm roundhouse to the side of the head. Tai fell back onto the grass. As he lost his breath, she wrapped her arms and legs around him from behind. A rear-naked chokehold that Sarah would've been damn proud of.
“Jaleo gada, jaleo gada, jaleo gada,” Gigi cooed in Korean, squeezing his windpipe. And “go to sleep” he did.
Ten minutes later, Tai sat up with a start, drenched in sweat. A ring of students surrounded him.
“Break it up, dudes and dudettes!” Sarah exclaimed, forcing her way through the crowd. The students dispersed as she helped the oblivious Tai to his feet.
“Oh...fuck,” Tai groaned. He fumbled for his minimalist metal wallet. Six-hundred dollars in cash was gone.
“You got robbed, my guy?” Sarah asked, kigh as a hite.
“That’s not even the half of it. This is bad. I have a lot to explain to you.”
Tai recapped his encounter with Gigi, while he and Sarah sipped lattes on the library’s top floor.
“Holy mother of balls,” Sarah whispered after Tai explained Gigi’s blackmailing.
“Look, maybe we come clean. Do you think you can talk to Winston?”
“Not a chance in Woodstock,” Sarah replied, frantically shaking her dreadlocks. “My brother’s all about loyalty first. He’d cut my hair while I was asleep and he’d circumcise you while you were awake.”
Tai instinctively covered his crotch as they stopped at a bulletin board. “So...we’re Gigi’s bitches," said Tai. "If we owe her a cut every time we make a sale, we’ve gotta find a better market.” On cue, he swiped a flyer from the bulletin board. TONIGHT: Alpha Beta Kappa proudly presents the Housewarming Masquerade. $10 cover. All students welcome.
***
The good ole’ southern twins stood on the wrap-around porch, whiskey in hand.
“Look, brother,” Twinston started, patting Winston’s back. “I’ve known Ryan for a year. I know he can get a little...impulsive with his words. But that don’t mean he’s impulsive with his actions. You’re worried about them two girls, aren’t ya?”
Winston was one text message away from telling Gigi and Sarah to flee campus. During last month’s frat party, he had never thought to question why Frank and Gigi had shown up in the first place. It never occurred to him that they were there to blow Ryan’s father’s legacy to smithereens.
Ryan stumbled out in a bright red bathrobe that matched his stuffy, red nose. “Shit, I almost forgot to ask ya, Winston,” he slurred. “I meant to collect your fake ID money for this week.”
Winston was so close to coming clean. Some jack-off stole the binder! he wanted to say. But the punishment for having lost it would be swift and fierce. So, he reached into his wallet and pulled out 600 bucks, straight from his own student loan account.
“Geez, tough week again, huh?” Ryan jeered, snatching the cash. “Where have you been trying to sell them?”
“Oh, you know...the regular beats,” Winston lied. “I reckon I ain’t gonna hit the library on weekdays no more.”
“The library?” Twinston repeated, bewildered. “Shit, what’s it like in there? Ain’t never been.”
“Not your brightest moment, I’m not gonna lie,” Ryan chuckled at Winston. “But, at least you learned your lesson for next week.” Winston nodded, taking it on the chin. If he had to make another withdraw, there wouldn’t be a “next week.” Winston had to find that ID thief.
“Whoa, what the hell?” Twinston pointed at a fleet of U-Haul vans, led by a 2021 silver BMW. They watched as the vehicles pulled into the driveway of the empty frat house next door.
“Holy fucking shit,” Ryan gasped. “It’s motherfucking Alpha Beta Kappa.”
The bald driver opened the butterfly doors. Thick marijuana smoke trickled out of the car. The passenger doors sprang up, and out hopped a freckle-faced redhead with a pornstar body. She brought a wheelchair over to the driver’s side and helped the bald guy into the seat. Then, she marveled at the huge mansion and jumped up and down in her stilettos, her huge breasts bouncing in her tight corset. She rushed into the new house, pausing to give Winston a quick glance before she entered.
Another redhead, huh? Winston thought. My favorite flavor.
The bald guy rolled over to the BDE house in his wheelchair, a present in his lap. His large biceps and tattoos were on full display in his worn Guns N’ Roses sleeveless tee. His jeans were bleached and destroyed and his black Converse were spotless.
“What’s up, neighbors?” the paraplegic spoke in a loud, baritone voice. He handed the present to Ryan. “I’m Clyde, President of Alpha Beta Kappa. Looks like we’re gonna be seeing a whole lot of each other.”
“Uh...yeah, my name’s Ryan.” He extended a hand while using the other to dab his bloody nose. “So...I thought Tri-Delt leased the house next door.”
“I assume you know sororities almost as well as I do. Truth is: women are too damn afraid of commitment. You gonna open that present or what?”
Ryan slipped off the bow and tore the wrapping paper. It was a penis pump.
“Now, let me lay down some ground rules for you and your twins,” Clyde continued, straightening his posture in the chair. “There’s only room for one big dick on Greek Row. Now you may think you have a big dick. But there’s a gang of nine-inch fresh-cut cocks in town.”
Clyde whistled with his fingers. The U-Haul truck doors rolled up. And out came a cavalry of ABK brothers, hauling furniture toward the house as they chanted “All Big Kocks!” Like pallbearers, they each grabbed a corner of expensive sofas, desks, and beds. Posing on top of each piece of furniture was a topless ABK sister. The brothers escorted them like royalty into the soon-to-be furnished mansion.
Clyde unfolded a flyer from his back pocket and handed it to Ryan. “Bring your asses tonight. There are plenty more tits where those came from.” It was an invitation to the ABK Housewarming Masquerade. Clyde swiveled around and rolled back on over to his new house. “By the way!” Clyde called out. “I don’t condone Taggart for spying on y’all like he did! I don’t care who you work for: a rat is a rat!”
“That’s bullshit,” Ryan whispered. He knew good and well that Taggart’s spying was planned and coordinated by Clyde himself. “If they’re gonna spy on us, we’re gonna do the same fuckin’ thing to them.”
“Sit back and relax,” Winston finally broke his silence, standing tall next to his doppelganger. “My twin and I will crash this party and dig up as much dirt as possible.”
“And he and I are the only two who can be in two places at once,” Twinston added.
“Then we infiltrate tonight!” Ryan announced. “Because gentlemen, Greek Row is a pair of tight spandex trunks. And there’s only room for one big dick.”
***
Watching Tai work was amazing.
At the ABK Masquerade, the masked Sarah sat at the bar in the massive concert venue. Clyde’s 90’s cover band was onstage. Like clockwork, the masked Tai would sniff out gay clientele, grab a fake ID from the binder, approach him, make out with him on the dance floor, and come back with a fistful of dollars.
“I’m averaging one sale per song,” Tai panted, wiping somebody’s lipstick from his mouth. “Here, hit me with another ID!”
“You do know this is borderline prostitution, my dude?”
“I...yes.”
Prostitution or not, they racked up a thousand bucks in the first hour. And with Gigi taking a cut of their sales, they were going to need that extra money to keep this operation afloat.
“Take a break, will ya?” Sarah suggested, patting the barstool next to her.
The freckle-faced redhead from Clyde’s BMW was bartending. She wore bright blue fairy wings, a lacy corset, and a glittery half-mask. “Two lemon drops, my loves,” she cooed in a Scottish accent, setting the drinks on the bar. “Aw, I love how comfy you two look!”
Tai and Sarah were dressed down in South App hoodies and yoga pants: items that every female or gay student owned. The goal was to not stand out while selling fake IDs. And yet, they had failed to wear masks.
“I prefer to dress like I do around the house,” the fairy said with a smile, fluttering off to help the next patron.
Outside, Winston and Twinston - the twin spies - walked up the ABK steps in matching button-downs, slacks, and white opera masks. They psyched each other up. The “Who’s got big dicks? We’ve got big dicks!” standard affair. Suddenly, a pack of drunk girls stormed out the front door and spilled an entire glass of cranberry vodka on Winston’s khakis. “Suck it up, buttercup!” she slurred, stumbling off with her posse. Co-ed fraternity girls were a different breed.
“Shit,” Winston muttered, looking down at the mess.
“Better go change, brother,” Twinston suggested. “I’mma gather some intel until you get back.”
Winston retreated to the BDE house while Twinston entered the party alone. He stood at the entrance, absorbing the nostalgia of the 90’s rock set. Permanently-seated Clyde was on drums. A crowd of groupies sang along up front while everyone else gathered on the dance floor.
“Jack and Coke,” Twinston told the fairy bartender. “If you have time.”
From the dance floor, Tai and Sarah were casually mingling and making fake ID sales. They were also people-watching. “It’s fucking uncanny,” Tai began, pointing at Twinston from afar.
“I’m telling you, that’s not Winston,” Sarah argued. “If you want proof, ask him to drop his pants. My brother has a birthmark on his upper-left ass cheek.”
“W-what?!”
“That dude could fool almost anyone though. But a sister always knows.”
Suddenly, all eyes shot toward the front door. In walked a young South Korean student in a baby-blue evening dress. Trailing behind her was a long, ornate satin train. The side-splitting fabric exposed her white-laced garter belt that ran from her thighs to her matching open-toed high heels. Instantly, she won the room.
Clyde hit the final snare, ending his Jane’s Addiction cover. “Well, don’t just stand there, princess!” Clyde called out to the woman, beckoning her onstage with a drumstick. “Come on up and introduce yourself.”
Princess Gigi obliged, but not before giving Tai and Sarah a passing glance. “I hope you’re on your A-game with those sales,” she whispered with a devious grin. “Because I need money for a red dress just like this one!”
Sarah tugged on Tai’s sleeve. “Let’s get the fuck out of here!” she hissed. “Hey...uh bartender?”
“I’m Miri,” the Scottish redhead responded. “But I bid you call me Miri.”
“Miri, care to point us to the back door?”
Tai and Sarah slipped through the kitchen and out the back door. Miri kept pouring for thirsty patrons, all while eyeing this Korean bombshell on stage.
“Um...hi, everyone!” Gigi greeted, while the seated Clyde held the microphone to her mouth. “It’s my birthday today, and...I’m sober! Who wants to help me change that?”
Every man on the dance floor cheered like Quentin Tarantino with a glass slipper. Their girlfriends gave Gigi dirty looks, holding their men close. Clyde leaned into her ear. “Don’t let me catch you paying for a single drop tonight.” He turned around and rolled back to the drum set. He clicked his sticks and began a Chili Peppers cover. The party was back underway.
“Another Jack and Coke,” Twinston requested from Miri. “Make it a double-shot.” From the bar, he’d watched the entire spectacle. Now, Gigi was walking over to him.
“Please read,” Gigi said, plopping down next to Twinston. She slipped the thin fabric of her dress to the side, exposing a pale white thigh. Then, she reached under her garter belt for a letter. She slid it across the bar, showing off her baby-blue painted nails. Twinston peeled off the heart-shaped sticker and unfolded the letter. Written in cursive was the most kinky, depraved to-do list of sex acts he had ever seen. At the bottom was a signed statement: For my birthday I, Ji-hye “Gigi” Moon, hereby sign my virginity over to Winston Arnold Beavers.
Clearly, Gigi had the wrong man.
As soon as Miri returned with Twinston's drink, Gigi swiped it. She sipped her first taste of whiskey through a straw, her bedroom eyes growing wider and wider. She slammed the glass of ice on the bar. Then, she leaned into Twinston’s ear and passed an ice cube from her mouth to his.
“Hey, uh...bartender?” Twinston stammered, as Gigi ran her tongue across his fuzzy beard.
“Back door’s through the kitchen,” Miri laughed in a Scottish accent as she watched the flirtatious pair.
Twinston grabbed Gigi’s hand and jetted out of there. If Winston caught them, he’d impale them with his chainsaw and cut the engine on. So they cut across the back yard and entered Twinston’s first-floor bedroom through the window. She immediately slipped out of her dress, leaving on nothing but the heels and garter belt. And as the masked girl spread her legs, Twinston kept telling himself that this was consensual.
***
Winston entered the ABK house in a filthy pair of blue jeans from that morning. The crowd waved their lighters while Clyde’s band played Semisonic’s “Closing Time.” Seeing as it was last call, Winston made a bee-line for the bar. “I’ll have a Jack and Coke, Miss,” Winston said to Miri, tipping his hat. “If you have time.”
Miri cocked her head, her wings and eyebrows twitching. “Wait...what’s going on?” she asked, taken aback by Winston’s twin from five minutes earlier.
“Alcoholism, that’s what,” Winston chuckled. “Why, I reckon you’ve just seen a ghost. Wanna have a drink with me to calm the spirits?” He was here to gain ABK intel. But her freckled face, wavy red hair, and Scottish accent were definitely a bonus.
“Apparently so!” Miri laughed, her breasts bouncing up and down in that tight corset. “Tell you what: I’ll toast with ya.”
Miri poured Winston’s Jack and Coke and the umpteenth cranberry vodka of the night. But like the mystical fairy creature she was, she garnished her drink with a handful of blueberries, a splash of lemon juice, and a basil leaf.
“Seventy-nine,” Winston randomly said as they clinked glasses across the bar.
“Hmmm?”
“Seventy-nine. I reckon that’s how many freckles you have on your face.”
“Ah...well, let’s see. I've never counted before. But on my whole body? Well...we’re definitely in quadruple digits.” Miri leaned in close, the scent of gin and spearmint on her breath. “If you want to take me to my room and count them, I can do 150 an hour. That is, if you’re a fast counter.”
Winston chuckled, then slipped something into her henna-tattooed hand. “I mighty appreciate it. But I’d rather ya tell me a little bit about this place. Thinkin’ about pledging.” A lie, of course.
Without missing a beat, Miri slapped a bag of blue-and-white cocaine on the bar. “Tell ya what: you try ours and I’ll try yours.” Right in front of everyone, she opened the bag of red-and-what cocaine and split it into lines.
Winston’s jaw dropped. It was all coming together in his slow-churning mind. Taggart and ABK had been gathering intel to corner the entire fucking college cocaine market. While Miri dropped her head to do a line, Winston slipped his rival’s cocaine into his pocket. All right, I’ve got what I came for. No thanks to Twinston. Time to report back to Ryan.
“Yo, the concert’s over but the night has just fucking begun!” Clyde announced on the mic. “Ladies only: get your asses to the center of the dance floor. You know what time it is!”
Miri’s head shot up from her third line of cocaine. She released an orgasmic Scottish moan. Then, this mystical fairy pranced into the center of the room, spun on her heel, and gave a curtsey in her outfit.
What the hell is going on? Winston thought, sipping his whiskey. He reached into his back pocket for a napkin and felt something else instead. Slowly, he held Gigi’s lacy yellow panties in front of his face. Miri, how the hell did you put this in my pocket without me noticing? Hell, I reckon this bitch is a fairy after all.
“DJ, hit the music!” Clyde commanded. Fergie’s “London Bridge” blared through the speakers and rang across Greek Row. The tipsy Miri swayed her hips to the violent bass beat, shedding her wings. Applause erupted from the crowd.
“Now just what are we to do about this corset?” Miri cooed, puckering her lower lip.
“Take it off!” the brothers chanted. And she did. Winston instantly realized that her “1000-freckles” estimate was correct.
“Lose that skirt!” the crowd commanded.
Winston nervously tapped his foot. Not because he was afraid of seeing a naked woman. That road was heavily-traveled and full of potholes. But Miri was drunk, and nobody was doing a damn thing about it. She hooked her thumbs beneath her pink-and-blue skirt and pulled it down to her ankles. No underwear, and a hundred more freckles on Winston’s scoreboard.
“Make yourself decent, moron!” Winston called out, sling-shotting the yellow panties across the room to Miri. She reached up and caught them, red-eyed high and shit-faced drunk. “These…these aren’t mine. But they sure are cute!”
What?! Who the fuck do they belong to then? And why the fuck were they in my pocket?!
Regardless, Miri slipped into the tight panties. She gave a polite curtsy and fluttered away through the kitchen and out the back door.
“Yo, what the fuck man?” Clyde raged as he watched the action from his wheelchair. “You fuckin’ scared her off! DJ, cut the music!”
Fergie stopped singing and all eyes fell on Winston. He took a deep breath and boldly stepped into the center of the dance floor. “She was fucking wasted, partner. Are y’all really gonna make her do all that?”
“It doesn’t fucking matter,” Clyde seethed. “It’s Friday: we drink, and Miri strips. She’s a whore. And that’s what whores do. Who the fuck do you think you are anyway? S-s-somebody take off his mask!”
But Winston removed his own mask and tossed it on the floor. There he was: invading ABK just as the phony Mississippian Taggart had invaded BDE.
“Leave it to a Beta to look for pussy at an Alpha’s party!” Clyde jeered over the mic. “Can you all believe this white-knight faggot tried to stand up for a fuckin’ whore?”
Winston couldn’t resist a comeback. It was too easy. “At least I can actually stand, you fucking cretin.”
Every single hand covered a gasping mouth. Winston turned and walked into the kitchen, building up to a sprint out the back door. Rabid yells from behind as he cut across BDE’s back yard, dashing past rows of trees and street lights to the end of Greek Row. At the dimly-lit street sign, he collapsed into the grass.
Winston, ya done fucked up now.
“Yo, you okay, bro?” somebody called out.
Winston looked up and saw two douchey frat boys carrying acoustic guitars. Before he could get up, one of them had already hoisted him to his feet. He winced as he put pressure on a sprained ankle.
“You had way too much, my man!” Guitar Guy 1 said. “And it’s not even nine yet. Gotta pace yourself!”
“Yeah, man,” agreed Guitar Guy 2, brushing grass off Winston’s shoulder. “Hey, why don’t you come with us to Alpha Beta Kappa’s party? I hear our president’s band is fuckin’ killing it tonight.”
Winston felt his soul leave his body. Suddenly, Guitar Guy 1’s phone rang.
“Hello?” Guitar Guy 1 answered his phone. “Hey, what’s up, Clyde. Yeah, yeah, we’re almost there. We’ve got our guitars and...huh? Oh shit, you talking ‘bout the guy dressed like a cowboy? Yeah, man, he’s right here. Drunk as fuck, I’ll tell ya h’what. Wait, what? He said what to you? No, fuck that. FUCK. THAT! Yeah, man, we’re gonna take care of him right the fuck now!”
Winston slowly backed up to the street sign, a hot pain searing through his ankle. Running was out of the question.
“You so much as move, we aim for the head,” said Guitar Guy 2, shouldering his weapon.
Winston placed his back to the street sign and sank to a seated position. He looked up at the fretted assailants. Not with fear, but with acceptance. “I know all about your frat’s cocaine operation. And all I gotta say: I’m gonna run it into the motherfuckin’ ground.”
Guitar Guy 1 went for a cross slice, cracking the guitar against Winston’s head. He bled before he hit the grass in a fetal position. His body convulsed in a seizure.
“Yo, no face shots!” Guitar Guy 2 screamed, kicking Winston in the ribs to vent his frustration. He brought his ax above his head and hammered down on his gut. Winston released the death cry of a wounded gazelle. But instead of delivering that final blow, the Guitar Guys looked at one another and nodded. Then, they dropped their pastel board shorts and proceeded to piss on Winston’s wounds from head to toe.
“Look at the sign and tell me what the fuck it says, cuck!” Guitar Guy 1 yelled, stomping his face with his boat shoes one last time. They zipped up their shorts and ran off. A groaning Winston wiped his bloody, sopping-wet face and looked up at the sign. Crenshaw Ave. Just like his father’s legacy, Clyde was here to stay.
Winston blacked out.
***
It wasn’t rape. It was my choice. It wasn’t rape. It was my choice. It. Was. My choice.
Gigi stared at her reflection in the dorm room mirror. Tears and mascara flowed down her face, streaking her cleavage and her wrinkled gown. With fumbling hands, she unwrapped a Plan B Morning-After Pill and slipped it between her dry, chapped lips. She cupped some water into her hand and swallowed, gripping the edges of the sink as she looked back at the defiled girl in the mirror. Hours earlier, she had been pure. Now, she stank of sweat, Walmart-brand musk, and a stranger’s bodily fluids. It was only when Twinston had taken off his mask that she’d realized she had made love to a man she did not know.
Only minutes to midnight. Soon, the wrinkled evening gown would disappear, and Gigi would be reduced to dirty rags and cloths. “This...this is certainly the kind of dress I would want to die in,” she told her reflection, forcing a smile as she permitted tears to flow freely.
A fall from the seventh story would surely kill Gigi. She envisioned her mangled corpse on the gnarled roots below. Then, she feverishly latched onto something to keep her alive for one more day.
Froyo! Tomorrow was the grand opening of the local frozen yogurt joint. I’ll get to choose my favorite sugary toppings to pile on my watermelon sorbet. But tonight, I didn't choose to have sex with that man. It was not. My. Fault.
Gigi’s phone rang. It was Sarah. “Gigi, get your ass down to the third floor - quick!
Gigi flew down the stairs, tripping over a few drunk students in the process. She stood in the doorway of Room 309, where a bloodied cowboy lay his head in Sarah’s lap. Tai sat on the futon, handing Sarah gauze and rubbing alcohol from the first aid kit.
“Gigi,” Winston mumbled. He lifted his head, then set it back down as he erupted into a coughing fit. “You look...great. Not as sexy as my sister though. But I’m from the South, so it’s family first. Roll tide...”
Sarah and Gigi smiled weakly, seeing how Winston was slowly returning back to normal. But Gigi’s smile turned to shock as she got a closer look at his face. One eye was swollen shut and bleeding from the corner. A large knot on his head oozed pus, even as Sarah frequently dabbed it with a tissue. His twitching body hinted at the lacerations and bruises beneath his bloody t-shirt. And through Winston’s smile, he was missing a bottom tooth.
“Everybody fucking leave!” Gigi exploded, dropping to her knees and laying her head on Winston’s chest. He winced at first, but slowed his breathing as she held his hand. She sobbed her eyes out, soaking Winston’s shirt and beard.
“Gigi, look,” Tai said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Winston needs all of us right now. Not just-”
Gigi fetched the 22-caliber pistol from her purse and slammed it on the tile floor. “I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT! OUT, OUT, OUT!”
Winston’s heart raced as Gigi squeezed his hand with all her might. “It’s all my fault,” she whispered, as if they were already alone. “If only I let you keep your gun, you could have defended yourself.”
“Buddy, that just ain’t plum-fuckin’ true. Ain’t nobody’s fault but mine. I talked shit and got hit.”
Sarah and Tai quietly slipped out the door, most likely to count their fake ID earnings.
Gigi positioned Winston’s head on her lap and ran her small hands through his messy brown hair. “This ain’t the first time you caught me covered in piss. Reckon it won’t be the last.”
Gigi giggled. “I’ll...I’ll be here all night to protect you.” She clutched the gun with one hand and ran her fingers through his hair with the other. “And we can wash your hair in the morning.”
“Thanks, buddy. I reckon I done gots me a few enemies now. So...ya ain’t gonna let the piss fairies sneak in and give me a golden shower...are ya?”
“I...I won’t let you down!” Gigi laughed, gripping the gun. “And if the pee bandits come around here, I’ll politely escort their hind keisters a third-of-a-dozen floors north, where their skin shall bubble under the 100 Kelvin internal temperature of our antiquated heating and cooling apparatus!”
“Shit,” Winston moaned, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. “If they don’t fix your AC sooner or later...you may have to move down here and live with me.”
While Winston rested, Gigi stood watch all night. She forgot all about what Twinston had done to her. Misery loved company. And while Gigi never wished for anything bad to happen to Winston, his timing couldn’t have been better.
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2020.08.27 12:33 connoisseurofbooks [FN] Triple Djinn: The Coin

Tobias was sick of adventure. His coin had been dropped into a treasure chest. His masters had all been men, several of them pirates. When he had first seen himself he was amazed at what he looked like as a djinn. His skin was now rust-colored. His eyes were the color of gold. His black hair was done up in a small ponytail at the back of his head. He was wearing a light grey linen outfit that had tan trim. His new body was well muscled. He never understood the feelings when someone held and stroked his coin. That was how he knew he had a new master. He had lost count of how many masters he had had, how many adventures he had been on. He remembered what Hades had told him all those years ago, but what if he was never supposed to be free of this curse. Those thoughts haunted him in whatever state he was suspended in when he was in his coin. He felt the tug of the magic of someone rubbing on his coin. He closed his eyes against the pain. When he opened them he wondered where he was. He turned and saw a young woman with blond hair pulled into a ponytail. She wore some kind of uniform and was studying his coin. There was no one else around. He walked a little closer. He didn’t want to scare her but this was the first time he had had a female master. He said quietly, “Hello my master.”
The woman looked up from the coin suddenly. She did a double-take, “Who-Who are you?”
He leaned in a little closer, “Perhaps you did not hear me the first time. You are my master.”
She looked confused, “What do you mean?”
He pointed to the coin, “That is my coin. You have taken hold of it and rubbed it. Because of that, you are now my master. I am the djinn of that coin. You now get three wishes.”
“I-is there anything I should know?”
“Be careful about how you word your wishes. I am bound by them.”
She looked down at the coin and back at Tobias. “This is all a little much.”
“Many of my masters have expressed the same at this point.”
The woman went quiet for a moment. Tobias just studied her. She looked up at him, “I’m sorry, in all of this I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Dr. Elizabeth Warren, though many call me Eliza.”
“Doctor?”
Elizabeth laughed, “Not that kind of doctor.”
Tobias furrowed his eyebrows and looked at her in more confusion. Elizabeth continued, “I went to school for a long time and earned a degree called a Doctorate. Because of that, I get to be called a doctor.”
“Times have changed so much.”
Elizabeth looked at him for a moment then asked, “ What is your name?”
He looked at her, his eyes huge, “It has been a long time since I have given another my name. None of my masters have ever asked for it before.”
Elizabeth smiled, “Well I would like to have it.”
Tobias looked at her. He shook his head. He had never experienced anyone like this. He said, “Whatever my master wants. My name is Tobias, though I have been known to go by Toby.”
She raked her eyes over him then looked behind him. “Can you make yourself look human, Toby?”
“I am sorry my master but that would take a wish.”
She sighed, “Okay, I wish that you could look like a human so that we can interact with others easily.”
Tobias’ magic worked on its own. When it was finished he was dressed like her, but he wore khaki pants, a white button-up shirt, a red tie, and a white lab coat. Tobias looked up at her. She asked, “I forgot to ask what your last name was?”
“Hawthorn, my master.”
“I’ll introduce you to my colleagues as Doctor Tobias Hawthorn then. I’ll say that you just arrived from a university to help with this cache. And is there any way that you can just call me by my name, Toby? It’s a little unnerving every time you call me master.”
“I will endeavor to do so Eliza, but some of the things that I do are hardwired in me. It’s compulsory.”
Elizabeth was about to put the coin back with the rest of them. Tobias grabbed her hand, “I would not do that, my master.”
“Why?”
“My coin must be near you when you make a wish. That coin is kind of like a link to my existence.”
Elizabeth looked at the coin. It was so different from the rest of them. She knew she shouldn’t do it, but she placed the coin in one of her pockets. She quickly grabbed one of the other coins to take a look at it. It was lucky that she did because at that moment her direct supervisor walked in. “Have you found anything out about this treasure Dr. Warren?”
Then he looked at Tobias and asked, “Who is this? I don’t remember authorizing someone else to be back here.”
Elizabeth held out her hands, “It’s okay Dr. Drayhan.” She indicated to Tobias, “I met Dr. Tobias Hawthorn while we were both getting our doctorate. I called in a favor and asked him to come in when I received this cache.”
Dr. Drayhan nodded then asked again, “So have you found anything out about this treasure cache?”
Tobias interrupted, “This treasure was held by various pirates over the years before it found its way here. It has been all over the world, four times over.”
Dr. Drayhan looked at him and asked, “How could you possibly know that?”
Tobias leaned down and ran his finger across the length of the box the treasure was in, “If we study the dust on the treasure box you will find that I am right. However,” he picked up a coin, “throughout history, these coins have been seen throughout different places in the world. I have seen them drawn or described in books that I have studied.”
Dr. Drayhan looked at Elizabeth, “I like him. It was a good idea for you to bring him on.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Get to looking at that dust. See if you can delineate anything and see where in the world it has been,” and he left the lab.
Elizabeth let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding, “Thank you for throwing that in, Toby.”
“It was true, my master. I have been a part of this treasure for all these years. I have seen many things.”
“Wow!”
“It was not all good,” Tobias looked down at the coin he held in his hand.
Elizabeth looked at this man that had just appeared not even an hour before. How was it that she felt these feelings for him? She moved in front of him and hugged him, “I’m sorry for all the horrible things that you had to go through, Toby.”
Tobias was at first unsure how he felt about the hug, but he surrendered to it. Elizabeth finally pulled away and asked in an excited voice, “What was it like to travel the world?”
He looked at her and she could see several emotions playing in his eyes, “I have traveled this world four times over. I have seen many things that you would not believe. If it were up to me I would never leave this land that I find myself with you, my master.”
Elizabeth placed a hand on his, “Was it that horrendous, Toby?”
He fingered the coin in his fingers without looking at anything in particular as he spoke, “I always considered myself a rebellious spirit. Once I came of age, what I wanted to do was to leave my brothers and home and travel the world. I have gotten my wish and more and now all I want is for it to end.”
Her heart went out to this man she knew nothing about, “And why can’t you?”
“You remember the coin in your pocket?”
How could she forget? She nodded. “I am bound to it. Wherever it goes I go. That has been my existence for I am not sure how long.”
She looked at him in confusion, “You have brothers? Where are they?”
He sighed deeply, “Yes. A younger and older brother. I know not where they are. I only hope that one day I will see them again. I have not seen them since the day-” he cut himself off.
“Since when?” Elizabeth asked innocently.
“Please don’t ask,” he pleaded.
Elizabeth’s eyebrows lowered, but her curiosity was in full bloom, “Tell me, Toby!”
Tobias felt as if the words were forced from him, like he couldn’t stop them, “My brothers and I were cursed. Is that what you wanted to hear, master?”
Tobias couldn’t help the anger he felt. He closed his eyes, threw the coin he was idly fingering down, and turned around and crossed his arms. He heard metal being pulled across the floor and then a thunk as something was set down. He still didn’t turn. Then he felt the pull of his coin. This woman was rubbing his coin. Why? He threw a glance over his shoulder. She wasn’t looking up at him, she was studying the accursed coin. Then in a voice that was so small, he could barely hear she said, “Who could think that something so beautiful could be used for evil?”
Tobias huffed. He hadn’t wanted to upset her so. He turned and sulked over to the table. He placed a hand on her cheek. He felt such warmth from the gesture. He had never felt these feelings. Elizabeth looked up at him, he could see tears in the corner of her eyes. He had wounded her with his rash words. He was so stupid. He got close to her and intoned, “Trust me when I tell you, my master, that I deserved the curse. We deserved the curse. I do not deserve your pity.” he withdrew from her and turned away again.
His eyes were closed, then the next thing he knew he could smell her. He opened his eyes and she was there in front of him. She was looking into his eyes. He could see she was upset. She asked, “What could you and your brothers have possibly done to deserve punishment? What was your punishment?”
“The simplest way to put it is that there was a war that we did not know was going on and we got pulled into it. Then we transported weapons from one side to the other. Because of that, the other side cursed us into this existence until we learned our lesson.”
“A lesson!” she exclaimed, “What kind of lesson?”
Tobias hung his head, “I believe that each of us, my brothers and I, had our own lesson to learn. So I cannot say what that lesson was for them. For myself, I believe it was to be content where I was, perhaps.”
“Do you believe you have learned this lesson?”
“I have no way of knowing that. As long as I am bound to that coin and am a djinn then I suppose my lesson continues.
Tobias hung his head. Elizabeth put a hand on his chest, “I believe that is thoroughly unfair. I have known you all but two hours and I can say that you are a good man who doesn’t deserve what has happened to you.”
Tobias went to open his mouth to protest but he didn’t get to, the door opened and they parted as if on instinct. Into the room walked a woman that seemed nice enough. She wore her black hair in a ponytail and her pale blue eyes stared at Tobias with interest. “Dr. Warren, Dr. Drayhan sent me to gather some of the dust that you found.”
“Is that so Ms. Rian?”
Then the new woman asked, “And who is your new helper?”
“Is that important to your mission here, Zia?”
Tobias could sense the change in his master’s aura. Elizabeth had folded her arms across her chest. Tobias looked at this new woman. Did Elizabeth feel challenged by her? Tobias put a hand on hers and focused on this new woman, “I am sorry, I should have introduced myself. I am Dr. Tobias Hawthorn. Eliza and I used to go to school together. She asked me to come and help her with uncovering the secrets of this treasure.”
This new woman made eyes at Tobias. It made Tobias feel wrong somehow. Tobias turned, grabbed a glass rectangle, and gathered some of the dust that was on the treasure chest. He then handed it to the woman. He then said rather coldly, “Here you are, “Ms. Rian. I hope that you find what you are looking for.”
He hoped that he made himself clear without spelling it out. She took the thing from his hand and looked up at him. He could tell that she had a hurt look on her face, but she quickly turned and left the room. He sighed and asked, “Are you alright, my master?”
Elizabeth looked up at him, “You worried… about me?”
Tobias couldn’t understand the feelings. He had never felt this before. “Eliza, what was that with that woman before?”
Elizabeth looked at him, her eyes sparkling. He had called her by her name. She didn’t want to say what she was feeling. He took her face in his hands and drew it up to face his own, “Please, Eliza. Tell me.”
She took a deep breath, “I felt jealous. She was trying to get your attention and I felt jealous.”
He smiled at her. She saw it and hit him softly, “Is something funny?” she asked.
“I never believed I would feel like this about someone. You affect me greatly and it has never happened before.”
They didn’t get a chance to explore those feelings because another person came barreling into the room. Tobias and Elizabeth broke apart once more. This time it was another man, different from Elizabeth’s superior. This man came in like a tornado, grabbed one of the coins, turned to Elizabeth, and said, “Have you gathered anything else from the coins, Dr. Warren?”
Tobias saw Elizabeth’s lips purse in frustration. Tobias wished he could give her more information but he couldn’t. Elizabeth got very red in the face and with barely contained rage said, “Tell Dr. Drayhan if he wants any more updates to come himself, will you please Mr. Tylers?”
She smiled but there was no humor behind it. The man’s face showed shock but he quickly dropped the coin and walked briskly out of the room. Elizabeth let out a sigh of exasperation. Tobias put both hands on her arms, “Is there anything I can do, my lady?”
Elizabeth looked up at him with big brown eyes and said, “I just wish I could give them all the answers that they seek about this treasure.”
She had said the right words. He leaned and quietly whispered, “Your wish is my command.”
He snapped his fingers and leaned back and watched her with interest. Elizabeth's mind began to fill with details that she couldn’t have possibly known other than by this wish. It took no time at all before she knew the entirety of the treasure’s origin and its history. She looked up at Tobias. She felt sorry for this man that she had just met. All the pain and sorrow that he had had to see, all the atrocities he had had to see, all the bad people he had met. It was almost too much for Elizabeth to take. Her eyes filled with tears as she hugged him. She repeated to him over and over again, “I’m so sorry.”
At first, Tobias didn’t know what to do with his hands but he hugged her back and soothed her, “It was not your fault, my lady. Be not sorry for me.”
They stayed like that for several moments before Elizabeth pulled away and it couldn’t have come at a better moment. At that moment her supervisor walked back into the room, and he looked pissed. He zeroed in on Elizabeth. “Dr. Warren, Mr. Tylers came back and could not give me an update. Do you want to tell me what that’s all about?”
Elizabeth would not be cowed by him. “Did Mr. Tylers say anything when he went back to your office or did he just not give you an update?”
She had her arms wrapped protectively around her. Dr. Drayhan stared at her smugly, “He just would not give me an update, said you were not ready.”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes, of course, the secretary would do anything to keep his job. Dr. Drayhan continued, “So I came down myself. Have you and Dr.- I’m sorry I forgot your name.” he looked at Tobias.
“Hawthorn.”
“Right, Dr. Hawthorn, made any progress?”
Elizabeth was ready to explode. Dr. Drayhan knew who Tobias was, he just feigned ignorance to show dominance. It rankled her nerves. How could he get away with treating people like this? She thought about how best to go about this. If she gave him the information outright, he would take it and take the credit for himself. She had seen him do it before. She needed to see the museum head herself to tell him what she had found out about the treasure. Elizabeth looked up at Dr. Drayhan batting her eyelashes, “This treasure cache is such a find for the Charleston Museum, and Dr. Hawthorn and I have been working so hard on it for the last several hours. We have unearthed a lot of information about it. It would be such a waste to just dump it all on you. We should all go straight to Mr. Charlton. He should hear it straight from us.”
Dr. Drayhan’s hand went to his chin and he stroked it in thought, “Do you think it necessary?”
“I would not have suggested it otherwise.”
“Dr. Warren I know you are not one to leap forward without careful thought. Let’s depart for the director’s office.”
The three of them walked silently to another part of the building entirely. They stopped in front of a large mahogany door. Dr. Drayhan knocked. They heard a deep male voice call out, “Enter.”
Dr. Drayhan opened the door and the three entered the room. Tobias saw a man sitting at a desk piled with papers. His thick blond hair was cut short and he barely looked up as they entered the room, but in that time Tobias saw that the man had olive-green eyes. There were chairs set up in front of the desk so Elizabeth sat in one. Tobias stood behind her, and Dr. Drayhan sat in the other. Tobias spared a look at the man that had come with them. He didn’t care for this man. There was a plaque that sat on the desk that said the name of the man that sat at the desk. It said, Noah Charlton. The man then looked up from his papers looking at Dr. Drayhan first. “Quincy, what is it? Can’t you see that I’m busy?”
“Noah, I swear I came with good news, otherwise I would not have bothered you.”
Mr. Charlton looked at Elizabeth and Tobias, then back at Dr. Drayhan and said dryly, “And they are…?”
“Allow me to introduce the fabulous Dr. Warren and her colleague Dr. Hawthorn.”
Mr. Charlton nodded thoughtfully, “So you have interrupted my important work for what purpose?”
Elizabeth placed the coin that she had been carrying from the treasure on his desk. He looked up at her, “What’s this?”
“We got in a treasure chest full of those just this morning. Dr. Hawthorn and I have been examining them to see if we can find out anything about them.”
He said drolly, “I suppose you have found something otherwise you would not be here and bothering me.”
Elizabeth arched an eyebrow. She had thought women had come further than that. Now Mr. Charlton was getting on her nerves. She felt Tobias place a hand on her shoulder and it had an instant calming effect. She took a deep breath, “It was Dr. Hawthorn who first gave us the tip that the treasure had been in the possession of pirates over the years. So we have done some research…”
She told the whole story. Mr. Charlton stared at her slack-jawed the whole time. When she had finished she looked over at Dr. Drayhan and he was impressed as well. Mr. Charlton picked his chin off the floor, looked at Tobias, and asked, “And you can confirm this?”
There it was. He wanted a man’s approval. Was it not enough that she had given him the answers he sought? She tuned back into the conversation, but what she heard was not what she expected. Tobias said, “I gave Dr. Warren the starting point. She went from there. She deserves praise.”
She turned her head, looked up at him, and mouthed a thank you. He just smiled at her. Never before had a man defended her like this. Mr. Charlton looked back at her, “Well seems congratulations are in order, Dr. Warren. You have done well. We, of course, need to verify everything before the treasure and its chest are put on display, but I have to say all-in-all… good work.”
Elizabeth couldn’t help the smile from spreading on her face as she said, “Thank you, sir.”
Mr. Charlton said, “You’re all dismissed.”
They got up to leave but before they left out the door Mr. Charlton said, “Oh, and Dr. Hawthorn?”
Tobias answered, “Yes?”
“Have you a position that you must rush back to?”
He looked at Elizabeth for help. She answered for him, “No. Dr. Hawthorn has been traveling around to different universities and museums offering his services where needed. That is how I knew he’d be able to come and help me.”
“Lovely,” Mr. Charlron said, “I’d like to offer you a position here if you’d be willing to take it.”
Tobias gaped, “That is very generous sir. May I have some time to think about the offer?”
Mr. Charlton zeroed in on him, “Oh, of course, of course! It’s a lot to ask. You’d be giving up so much. You have my leave to think about it. It is a good opportunity though, try not to take too long. This offer will not stand for too long.”
They left the office together. Dr. Drayhan soon parted their company and told them that they could leave early for the day if they so desired. It had been a long day. Elizabeth walked toward the nearest coach only to realize that Tobias was right behind her. She turned, a look of confusion spreading across her face, “What are you doing?”
“I am going with you.”
“You can’t do that, Toby.”
He lowered his voice, “I have to, my master.”
She looked into his pained expression. She realized it was a compulsory thing. He didn’t want to make her feel unsafe or anything. He had to be with her. She didn’t want to make anyone want to be with her when they didn’t want to be. They got into the coach and rode in silence to her apartment. When they got inside she sat him down and asked him a burning question, “Do you want to be with me?”
He looked at her with such tenderness. He placed a hand on her cheek, “If I were free of my curse I would still follow you to the ends of this Earth and back again.”
She hovered just a few inches away from his face. She needed this, to know once and for all. She closed the distance. As their lips came together it was like two souls coming together as one. They just fit together. She wished she could run her fingers through his hair at this moment, but that would wait. She pulled back and she saw that his eyes were searching hers, wondering just what was happening. She was struggling herself. Somehow she just knew though. She put her head against his and spoke softly, “I wish you could be free to be with me for real.”
Tobias fell to the floor in pain. Elizabeth knelt beside him murmuring, “Toby! Oh my goodness! Are you alright?”
Then she felt like her right-hand pocket was on fire. She could feel it all the way through her lab coat. She took her eyes off Tobias for a moment and reached her fingers in the pocket but came away with a burning sensation when they brushed against the coin. What was going on? Toby grunted in pain. It seemed an age before he stopped and got up, and just as quickly the warmth in her lab coat went away. Elizabeth reached in and pulled the coin from her pocket. She looked up at Tobias, questions flooding her gaze, “Wh-what just happened?”
He took her into his embrace and kissed her. When he pulled away she could see small tears forming in his eyes. He said, “You have freed me, Eliza.”
Her heart soared. She looked back at the coin, “What should be done with this?”
Tobias took that coin that had long been his home, “It should be put back with the treasure tomorrow. That was its home and that should be where it stays.”
Elizabeth asked, “And where is your home, Toby?”
He looked back to her ferociously, “Wherever you are, Eliza.”
That was all she wanted to hear. They kissed again. That night they spent apart. When they went in the next day Tobias went straight to see Mr. Charlton. He would do whatever it took to stay with Elizabeth. He wanted to marry her as soon as possible. When he arrived in the office Mr. Charlton seemed eager to see him. Tobias was ushered to the seat in front of the desk. Mr. Charlton said, “I hope you don’t mind the use of informal names, old chap. I ask that you call me Noah while in the office. And what would you like to be called?”
“Toby, if it’s not too much to ask.”
“Not at all.”
It went silent for a moment. Tobias got a little antsy, “So, Noah, what was this job opportunity that you wanted to discuss with me?”
“Yes, right! Straight to the point. I like that in a man. You see I have had an inkling for some time that Dr. Quincy Drayhan has been doing some dirty dealings or some such sort.”
“And what gave you that idea?”
“I just had a gut instinct. So I had one of my secretaries go down and do some digging. I didn’t like what she came back with. Perhaps you saw her?”
Tobias gave a questioning gaze. Mr. Charlton gave a call, “Ms. Rian, would you come in please?”
Tobias panicked for a second, but when the woman came in she went straight to Mr. Charlton and seemed perfectly at ease. Tobias perked up. Mr. Charlton continued, “I have had her spying on Quincy and his practices with the female staff, as well as some other things better left unsaid. I am not happy.”
“Where do I come in?”
“Dr. Warren seems to favor you. I was very impressed by you myself. I would like to offer Dr. Drayhan’s position to you.”
Tobias was surprised, to say the least. He didn’t deserve it. He hadn’t earned it. He couldn’t tell that to this man though. He decided to go at it from a different angle, “Flattered though I am by your offer, I cannot accept. There is one more worthy than I.”
“Who?” Mr. Charlton asked a vein in his head seemed ready to pop when Tobias refused the position.
“The very woman who favors me… Dr. Warren. She is the one who came to you yesterday with all the answers to your quandary about the treasure box. Do you not think that that deserves praise? I believe in honoring hard work and persistence despite gender.”
Mr. Charlton lowered an eyebrow and asked seriously, “And you would willingly work under a woman?”
“I would work under anyone who is qualified for the position and I believe that Dr. Warren has proved that she is.”
Mr. Charlton looked away and muttered, “I will have to think about this. You are dismissed.”
“Have a nice day… Noah.”
When Tobias made his way back to Elizabeth he found her looking at the coin. He stepped behind her. He whispered, “Why have you not put it in with the rest of them Eliza?”
Elizabeth stiffened at first but then relaxed into his touch. She smiled and asked, “Would you believe that I was waiting for you? I want us to do this together.”
“Okay.”
He held the hand that held the coin with his own. They counted to three, and then released it into the pile. She turned to him and moved her arms up his, “How do you feel?”
“Like a new chapter in my life is just beginning.”
They were about to kiss again when they were interrupted by Ms. Rian. She politely said, “Dr. Warren, Mr. Charlton would like to see you in his office.”
This seemed odd to Elizabeth. She looked at Tobias who just grinned at her. Tobias waited impatiently for her for what felt forever, though he knew that wasn’t true. When she came back she had a huge smile on her face. He caught her in his arms. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. “Eliza, darling. What happened?”
“Noah… Mr. Charlton… offered me… Dr. Drayhan’s… job.”
“And what did you tell him?”
“I-I…”
“Elizabeth, darling, please tell me that you accepted. I am the one that recommended you.”
She looked up at him, placing a hand on his cheek, “You did that for me.”
“I would walk through fire for you.”
“That’s sweet but highly unnecessary.”
“What answer did you give, Eliza? The suspense is killing me.”
“I told him yes.”
Tobias pulled her in for a searing kiss. When they finally came up for air he said, “Then I only have one more thing to ask you.”
“What is that?”
“Will you marry me?”
Elizabeth’s mouth dropped open, “Of-of course I’ll marry you.”
Tobias pulled her into a hug and whispered into her ear, “I am glad that you found my coin and saved me, Eliza.”
She pulled back a little and looked at him. She said, “You have taught me a few things too. Never forget that, Toby.”
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2020.08.26 04:43 monicaopness Spy female tug

It was a Stormy day, After My Death All I saw was darkness, I don't know how long it was before I woke Up, I was in a place With The People in my family tree and close family members, I got a chance to meet my relatives who were a thousand years old, I thought My Life Was complete, I finally had a happy ending for myself, But I was So very Wrong. The world surrounding me was falling apart, And I woke Up in a Coffin Thing. Wires Around Me and a Screen Infront of me showing the Things I saw before waking up, I Looked around and Apparently There were Others too, I didn't have time to question my surroundings, I knew that I had to escape this place. There were Women and Men Wearing What looked Like gloves and a suit of some sort, The Women had Ant Antennas But Looked human Overall, One even had Dark Green skin. The Males However looked Horrifying, They Had Wide eyes and Scales Covering their bodies, They had all types of Skin colors and Had Creepy wide Smiles. They Looked like they could turn my insides Into outsides, Anyway that was enough on them. I was strapped against the Coffin shape with Some strong wires, Luckily I had strong teeth and tugged on them, Ripping them apart. I was finally free, When I got out I had trouble thinking what to do, I snapped out of my thinking when a Male Worker came my way, I ran away But The Shoes that I died with made a Bunch of noise, Soon 2 Females and one male Were running after me, I saw an Abnormally Large Vent, It was Open And I decided to Crawl in. When I went Deeper my Legs were shaking, I was Scared Of the dark, I wished the things that were told to me were real, I wish I was In Heaven, I never wanted to be in this place, Soon I saw A Bit Of light and My eyes were Immediately focused on it, This was it! I could be free. But To My Disappointment It was a Plain White Room with a window, I gazed at the window. There was A Futuristic city, I did that for about a couple of Minutes Until I heard Footsteps, I Crawled Back into The Vent and Decided to spy on whoever came in. It was the Male from earlier and someone who looked like his Manager, This is how the conversation went, The Male Told the Manager "Sir We cannot let The Human escape, If They Find out then they would Attempt to break free the other humans". The Manager then said "That Human was a waste of space anyway, We should let them go free, Besides Humans are selfish Creatures and Care for themselves, There is no way that one would break Free The Others, And That's that, If you continue to argue with me I'll Demote you!" The Manager said and Both Left the room.
To be Continued.
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2020.08.09 06:39 Grampong Spy female tug

Honeybee
Honeybee
Could you imagine where our lives would lead?
While I KNEW I would write this Snippet one day, I NEVER thought my Narrative would unfold like THIS, especially with a truly Soul-ripping twist I NEVER noticed until only minutes before the End over a decade later.
I try to avoid too much of my Life bleeding into my Snippets (some is unavoidable, since I write from my Experience). Not this Time, this Snippet shines the spotlight directly on the single biggest part of my Life (other than myself, of course), my Lifelong Love Honeybee.
A Lifelong Love is a very special type of Love, and each Life has room for only ONE Lifelong Love (but that one is FAR from guaranteed). There can only be ONE Love who meets you as a young adult, and continues with you on your Path for decades as together the two of you learn about each other and Reality, and then blaze a Path together into the Future hand-in-hand through births, deaths, jobs, burnt dinners, drunk relatives, and all the other Joys and Pains that Life brings.
For me, that Lifelong Love is Honeybee, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Our Lifelong Love has been sans pareille. She’s the Bestest Lifelong Love in History.
She was my Honeybee, and I was her Honeybee. What we are now to each other in this Impossible Year, and what we will be going forward, remains to be determined.
One Hundred Magickal Hours
On October 15th, 1987, I was home on leave, playing bridge at the local college when two of my buddies had to go to class, and Honeybee decided to Sit Down Beside Me, began talking, and started a Discussion with me. This was our first Moment together. She was a young beautiful brilliant cultured refined six foot blonde dressed in a true vision of late Reagan America with hairspray, Bass Weejuns, natural fibers, glasses with HUGE frames, shoulder pads, and more hairspray. Her Consciousness was blazing, and our Discussion added subject after subject such as why Bork had to be borked, to the impact of fire on the beginnings of civilization, welfare reform, etc. We were jumping from topic to topic, never losing the other, and both of us were having a great time.
An hour later, she had to go to class, but said she would return afterwards and we could continue our Discussion then if I was still here. My other buddy decided to take off and asked I wanted to come along. I said “Nah, she’s really smart and really cute. It’s worth an hour to see if she comes back.”
It’s obvious what happened an hour later.
Honeybee and I just kept our Discussion going hour after hour, topic after topic getting added, over dinner, driving around, back to her place and we talked until we fell asleep. OK, we did a few things OTHER than talking, but that was really just as offshoot of the talking (that’s my story and I’m sticking to it, ask Honeybee for her side if you want).
DC, the OG Road Trip
Friday evening, Honeybee had a road trip planned with a girlfriend of hers to Washington, DC, so I figured that this was going to be the last day I would spend with Honeybee before I had to return to base Monday. Coincidentally (synchronistically?), the driver had to bail so she drafted me into driving (IMO, more than a fair trade for few extra days with Honeybee).
This Road Trip set the standard for the many hundreds to follow.
Honeybee had her Violent Femmes tape, so we sang Blister in the Sun, Kiss Off, Gone Daddy Gone. The radio added I Got My Mind Set on You – George Harrison, Didn’t We Almost Have It All – Whitney Houston, I Think We’re Alone Now – Tiffany.
Everyone had a great time popping around DC for a couple days, Honeybee and I keeping that Discussion rolling. I found a treasure, a Magentalane album by Klaatu at a record store which would add many songs to our NEXT Road Trip like Mrs. Toad’s Cookies – Klaatu and our favorite to hear when we are almost Home, Magentalane – Klaatu
Black Monday
Honeybee was back in class Monday, and I needed to leave Monday evening. Honeybee and I realized that we had something Real and something VERY SPECIAL, but we lived 800 miles apart at the time. We agreed that we would try to see each other as much as possible, and when in the same city we were each other’s priorities, but otherwise we would live separate Lives and inform the other if there was “Something they needed to know,” which meant another Relationship which was rising in seriousness and a potential threat.
During our discussion, we noted that the stock market was crashing and had been the end of last week and this day would be called Black Monday. We laughed when we noticed that it started tanking roughly the same time Honeybee sat down to start our Discussion. We joked that us getting together had crashed the stock market.
The Honeybee Team Supreme
Together, Honeybee and I formed a Partnership capable of absolutely ANYTHING. Where I was weak, she was strong, and vice versa (and our strengths overlapped FAR more than they gapped).
My mental condition which Honeybee and I deduced as around the Asperger’s/Dyssemia area of the autism spectrum (we always refer to it as simply “Dyssemia”). My Dyssemia is inextricably linked to so many of my greatest strengths and weaknesses. While I have phenomenal intellectual capabilities, an Exceptional Memory which functions much like “Flashbacks” where I remember by reliving my Experiences with that information (both Good and Bad), and Math as my primary language, these abilities are achieved through a trade-off leaving me always an Individual, unable to join a Group or Consensus, and totally lacking in ANY “common sense”, lol.
Honeybee, OTOH, has her own set of phenomenal intellectual capabilities, her own Exceptional Memory which functions differently than mine (she considers mine “better”), fantastic language skillz, with a strong connection to and understand of the Consensus.
Honeybee can process data and multitask better than anyone, period. Watching her at full speed is an amazing sight. My specialties are pattern recognition, Gnosis, and penetrating focus. As individuals, we were Phenomenal. As the Honeybee Team Supreme, we were Transcendent.
Honeybee was the Yin to my Yang. We made an unbeatable Partnership, and proceeded to start taking Reality by storm.
Honeybee
I can't imagine how my life would be
If all your gravity did not hit me
Oh, don't you see?
Darling, my honeybee
Transplants
After spending a few years finishing college and taking the first few steps into the outside World, Honeybee and I recognized that we were “deadended” in our current location and decided to relocate. I wisely agreed with her when she suggested Central Florida because “If people save for a year or two to spend a week there, it’s GOT to be a good place to live.” And it hasn’t just been been a good place to live, it’s been SPECTACULAR!!! Honeybee made another of her great calls which possibly saved our Lives.
Honeybee and I packed every item we owned (and her cat who had adopted me as his hero) from The Old Apartment into a U-Haul and drove to the horizon to start our new Life without ANY idea where we were going to Live other than “Central Florida”. We were poster candidates for “Fools Rush In”, but Honeybee and I pulled it off yet again. We were truly The Honeybee Team Supreme, and nothing was impossible for us.
It was Just Like Heaven
But here we are
After all the messes and confessions
To the stars
That we never really owned as ours
The Honeybee Team Supreme’s Greatest Hits
Honeybee and I have shared so many truly spectacular Moments over our decades together. Here’s a sample of the highlights.
Travel
Honeybee and I took our first Road Trip the day after we met, and we never stopped until we recently parted.
The Honeybee Team Supreme does Road Trips RIGHT. The vehicle barely stops, bathroom breaks try to fit in gas stops, prepack food, we have it down after MANY hundreds.
Songs are chosen for singalongs, especially to stay awake driving. We started with our playlist from that OG DC trip and have added so many more like Goodbye Yellow Brick Road – Elton John, Paradise by the Dashboard Light – Meatloaf, One Headlight – Wallflowers, etc.
The Honeybee Team Supreme has been knocking out “Must Sees” for our Babybees as we enjoy them ourselves. A partial list:
Grand Canyon St Louis Arch NYC Washington DC Monument Valley Pike’s Peak Garden of the Gods Graceland Petroglyph National Monument Monticello Salt Lake City Yellowstone
We watched one of the very final Dreams Come True Fireworks performances from the top of the Contemporary Resort while eating unlimited sushi with an open bar as part of our hundreds of trips to Disneyworld.
Movies
Honeybee and I shared our Love of movies from the very beginning of our Conversation. We were both surprised we shared the same 40 year old black and white movie as our favorite: Holiday Inn. I had discovered it wrapping Christmas presents with my mother, as did Honeybee, so we naturally made this a Honeybee Team Supreme tradition.
We debated the “proper” ending for movies like Pretty in Pink, tossed themes back and forth, and were our own Honeybee Team Supreme version of Siskel and Ebert.
Honeybee and I Loved going to the movies, and 1999 the peak for us. Virtually every time we saw a movie, it was either phenomenal or fun. That was a GREAT year with Honeybee. Look at the movies we saw:
10 Things I Hate About You 13th Warrior American Beauty American Pie Any Given Sunday Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me Blair Witch Project Being John Malkovich Boys Don't Cry Cider House Rules Dick Dogma Election Eyes Wide Shut Existenz Fight Club For the Love of the Game Go Green Mile Iron Giant House on Haunted Hill Last Night Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels Matrix The Mummy Never Been Kissed Notting Hill Office Space Payback Magnolia Man on the Moon Mystery Men She's All That Sixth Sense Sleepy Hollow South Park Star Wars Episode I Stigmata Summer of Sam Talented Mr. Ripley Tarzan Thomas Crown Affair Topsy-Turvy Toy Story 2 Wild Wild West The World Is Not Enough
And just seeing the movies doesn’t cover the whole “movie experience”, because so many times our friends would add some of the best parts (like “Heavily Implied” taking on new meaning after American Beauty)
We Love Charlie Kaufman, Spike Jonze, Michel Gondry, and similar movies like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind with Wish You Were Here, Adaptation, etc. We Love classic movies, art movies, animation, etc.
Let’s just say Honeybee and I Love movies a LOT (and have a thousand discs still to watch).
Television
Honeybee and I were First Fandom for Reality TV, watching the OG Real World. While MOST Reality TV is beyond the Pale for us, we have passed this on to our Babybees. As a Hive, we watch Big Brother, Amazing Race, Project Runway, Top Chef, and similar shows and analyze the competitors and the competition (our Babybees are VERY astute).
Theatre
Live theatre has always been a special treat for Honeybee and me, and something we truly savor. Some of our favorites:
A spectacular performance of Fuenteovejuna at the Folger Shakespeare Theatre in Washington, DC in one of their rare non-Shakespeare plays.
An incredible college performance of The Mystery of Edwin Drood by Rupert Holmes of Escape (The Pina Colada Song) in the Annie Russell Theatre where the audience selection of the ending gave a lesser player a chance to shine, and boy did he.
So many local and community theatres like Manhattan South Studio Theatre, with productions like The Brady Bunch (The Second Coming of Jan), the Glass Jar, and countless others. Those shows took on additional special meaning when we knew the actors or writers.
The UNFORGETTABLE (unless you were my friend who slept through the whole thing) most self-indulgent FIVE hour Sherlock Holmes play EVER (with two intermissions). The second intermission included a police scene with a dead body in the middle of the road (we concluded the body was someone trying to RUN as fast as possible away from the Play, and that he was in better shape since he wasn’t going back inside for the rest), and ended with the announcement “IF anyone wants to go back in and watch, we will be starting soon.” We ALL rolled at the “IF”.
And, of course, Bandstand on Broadway.
Sports
My family’s relationship with Sports runs very deep and very wide. Honeybee jumped right in and she did a great job.
While I’m not sure she’s EVER understood the point of showing up to a spring training game over an hour early (“Why watch them bat when it doesn’t count?”), Honeybee REALLY enjoyed the one spring training game we NEVER saw. We met a few of my cousins before the game at the team’s hotel bar for a drink. Much like that Lays Potato chip, ONE drink is NOT possible when 1980 American League Rookie of the Year Super Joe Charboneau is buying using the Indian’s team expense account (Go Joe Charboneau for SURE). And when Super Joe is buying the drinks, getting you drunk, and telling story after story of his exploits, you never make it to the game. Those stories start with the famous ones that surfaced his rookie year, like drinking beer through a straw through his NOSE, him fixing that nose when it was broken using pliers and a few shots of Jack Daniel’s, and doing his own dental work, but they don’t end there. Honeybee and I both agree, once in their Life, everyone should have Super Joe get them drunk (it’s not to be missed).
Honeybee and I went to a LOT of sporting events, but my favorite Moment with her concerning sports was a Moment she took the initiative and Planned herself for me.
For Christmas in 2002, Honeybee gave me two tickets for us to see the North Carolina Scholastic Classic on January 20, 2003. That meant I was FINALLY going to get to see Lebron James play in my alma mater’s Green and Gold Irish jersey (Honeybee gave me one of those the next year). So Honeybee and I made another of our patented Road Trips, and I was not disappointed to see in person the phenomenon my brother told me could have jumped to the NBA after his freshman year of high school. LeBron did the IMPOSSIBLE, he successfully DEFENDED a 3 on 1 fast break (no human being should be able to do that). After I saw that, I turned to Honeybee and said “If he doesn’t get hurt and doesn’t lose his head, he can make a run at surpassing Jordan, because LeBron is drawing from the largest skill set I’ve ever seen with a perfect body.” Honeybee agreed and still does.
Concerts
Honeybee and I saw so very many great concerts together, there’s no way to do them justice. The best part for me was ALWAYS that I was sharing the experience with Honeybee (she ALWAYS makes even the most bland Experience wonderful for me).
We watched Crosby, Stills, and Nash open for the Grateful Dead at Three Rivers Stadium after wandering around for hours with the Deadheads (and we still have out tie-dye t-shirts).
Lifehouse, Everclear, and Matchbox Twenty performed a triple bill where a Joyous Art Alexakis who stole the entire show from Rob Thomas’ homecoming by having security chase him and his wireless guitar up and down the stairs of the Orena.
Wang Chung, Flock of Seagulls, Missing Persons, Gene Loves Jezebel rocked the House of Blues
We jammed to Experimental Jazz at the Disney Institute, countless concerts at Disneyworld (we skipped most because they didn’t fit our schedule well), etc.
Ushered in 2000 with Blue Meridian at the Have A Nice Day Cafe.
We stood right in front of the stage on Pleasure Island while Modern English sang Melt With You for food, followed by World Party in the rain.
Honeybee had to drag me away from Steve Kilbey of The Church when he was was too busy talking to me about my business and playing the “Proud Poppa” showing off his daughter’s artwork from college to remember to get ready for the concert in a tiny club.
Roger Daltrey delivered Tommy backed by the Cleveland Orchestra at Blossom in a performance Roger KNEW he had in him and had always wanted to give, and he gave that performance of his Life (we were so glad he didn’t “Die Before He Get Old” for Honeybee and I to have yet another of our Moments).
Our LAST concert was March 7, right before concerts went away, when we watched Michael Stanley Strike Up the Band One FINAL Time from the first row of the orchestra pit (if Honeybee and I never see another concert together, that was a Moment I’ll be happy to go out on).
People
The people who have crossed Honeybee’s and my Path, and walked with us for a while, demonstrate some SERIOUS “strength through diversity”.
Honeybee and I have yet to find people we don’t like (other than rude hurtful people, of course), and we have socialized across the entire social spectrum. We’ve gone out to dinner with couples who were having their version of our “smothered chicken”, we’ve joked with billionaires over which loge they watched the baseball team they own, we’ve watched Super Bowls and NBA Finals with hoop friends from pick-up games on the playground, we’ve plot doctored books and had the authors dedicate the book to us in thanks, etc.
Many interrelated circles of friends grew around the Honeybee Team Supreme, we had friends of all sorts. Honeybee and I struggled to figure out if we could fit TWO days at home a week into our social callendar.
Look around
We made a garden of the love we found
So many reasons I would fight to stay
You're the courage when I fade
Take a look at what we've made
Marriage
In 1996, I was working on our finances, and I shared with Honeybee that we would save about $3,000 if we were married, she got one of those looks of hers on her face, and I asked “Do you want to?” Not the most romantic or greatest of proposals, but she accepted anyway.
That great group of friends we assembled came together and threw us a FABULOUS Wedding, a bit Fandango style. We did everything backwards, a formal brunch followed by the ceremony in a beautiful rose garden. The reception was at a friends’ house, and then the after-reception of pizza and beer at yet another friends’ house around the block. Special people who shared a special day with us.
Missing were any rings. Honeybee is VERY particular about jewelry. She doesn’t like men wearing jewelry, so I have NEVER worn a wedding ring, at her request. As for her rings, at the time we could not justify the Engagement Ring she wanted, a 1 ½ carat emerald cut ring. I promised that ring to Honeybee, and she will have it, even if I have to give it to her at the finalization of the divorce as a “Thank you for having BEEN my wife” Ring rather than an Engagement Ring.
That silly ring, it wasn't meant to be
Luckily you saw in me
Something I couldn't see
”My Mind Is Gone, Is It EVER Coming Back!?!”
In late 2003, we succeeded in becoming pregnant with our first Babybee. The Collaboration we had been Planning and Loving toward had reached a new stage. still remember making special note of one of those Moments with Honeybee in early 2004 when we were Pregnant with our son. I brought her breakfast in bed (coffee for decades was standard, with extras like breakfast often added), and found her crying. I asked in a panic what was wrong, and Honeybee sobbed out, “My Mind is gone, is it EVER coming back!?!” All these strange Feelings and Emotions were taking over her Mind and Body, and she could tell that she was changing and becoming different than she had been before we got Pregnant.
I laughed and explained to her that those changes were her Body and Mind changing to give Birth to Babybee and become a Mommybee. I said that those changes were going to be in place until we decided to stop having children and breastfeeding, which was planned after our second child in about 5 years. That brought more tears from Honeybee and more laughter from me.
I NEVER should have been laughing, because I was horribly wrong about her Mind returning in 5 years. That wonderful incredible beautiful Mind she had shared with me for almost 20 years NEVER returned to what she shared with me before getting pregnant.
I NOW see the Moment of which I made that special note was NOT simply one of those tender Husband/Wife Moments that they look back on fondly (as Honeybee and I did so many times with this Moment, each of which now carries a touch of ash to me). No, this was the Honeybee I met in 1987, that incredible brilliant beautiful young woman to whom I instantly Bonded and Loved, with whom I started “officially” cohabiting in 1990, sweated out Midwest winters with windows open on a third floor of a Victorian house turned into a VERY cheap apartment (we did go out to dinner once a week for smothered chicken for under $20 total, tip included), packed every single one of our belongings into the back of a U-Haul to drive a thousand miles without a CLUE of where we were going to Live in 1993 (at once the Greatest and most Foolish thing we EVER did), started a business based on sharing my Love with others, launched her career and proudly watched her climb the corporate ladder saying “Farewell” to me, HER Honeybee
The Honeybee I Knew and Loved was actually saying “Goodbye” to me, and I didn’t Know it. I didn’t realize that my Honeybee I had Known and Loved for 16 years was leaving me, and from then on gradually my Loving Partner Honeybee would being replaced one tiny piece at a time by Mommybee, who does NOT Love me (or even understand I’m human) and sees me only as a resource for our Babybees.
I NEVER should have laughed, I should have been crying right alongside her. Now, I’ll be doing a LOT of crying not by her side waving Goodbye to my wonderful Honeybee in the Past who left me all those many years ago, but I never Knew she had gone. I’ve got a LOT of mourning to catch up on.
I’m giving you a horribly belated Goodbye now, Honeybee.
I’ve missed you so very much, especially these last few years. I’ve been so terribly Lost and Lonely without you (Mommybee abandoned our Discussion years ago, and you’ve only chipped in every so often since). I’m sorry I didn’t give you a proper Goodbye at the Time, but I didn’t Know you were going away Forever. We BOTH thought you were coming back. I didn’t even Know you were still Gone until last month. I really didn’t, Honeybee. Honest.
Such a fool
I took your love and I bent all the rules
You took the blow and didn't let it show
Stuck around to let me know
Built a family of our own
Male Light and Female Void
How could the Honeybee Team Supreme have missed such a crucial element, which eventually derailed their entire Plan? The answer is found in a VERY strange place.
Honeybee and I enjoyed exploring some of the most obscure areas of Reality in hope of finding Art and Artists. One of the most UNIQUE and GREATEST examples of Art we EVER found was the comic series Cerebus done by Dave Sim. IMO, Cerebus is the Finnegan’s Wake of comics and Sim is hands down the greatest living comic Artist. Sim’s 26 years of constant work on Cerebus produced that Artistic Alchemy where the Art and the Artist merge (which Sim later takes religious and visionary, producing an even MORE idiosyncratic work).
For all their magnificence, Sim and Cerebus are marred by what is a fatal flaw in most people’s eyes: Sim does not think or believe the genders are equal, and expresses his views in a strangely ham-fisted way which regularly melts down.
Honeybee and I LOVED extracting those parts which were Outrageous, and those parts which Sim had hit Truth (he has HUGE amounts of BOTH). Sometimes Outrageous and Truth were the same, as often happens in Art.
Here’s a summary of Sim’s system:
The Thinking Reasoning Male Light is Seminal Energy, while the Feeling Emotional Female Void is an Omnivorous Parasite.
The Male Light and Female Void can be combined by marriage into a Merged Permanence, with the components now called Merged Light and Merged Void. When Kids come Merged Light becomes Family Man.
All these Voids can be combined into a “Greater Void Wife and Kids” Omnivorous Engine, which serves the Vaginal Bottom Line. The Omnivorous Engine drives society through Lesser Void of White Collar Make-Work Programs.
The Female Void is essentially a black hole of resource need “For the Kids”, based on an Emotional and Feeling level. The Male Light cannot win on the Thinking and Reason level, as those are higher.
Many people see Sim’s Female Void as an Evil Woman, and dismiss him as a misogynist.
I’ve stripped as much of Sim’s “Simness” out of his system as I can. Here are some original sources for those who wish to read for themselves (insert all trigger warnings here): Male Light and Female Void, Reads, Tangents.
Mommybee
The Honeybee Team Supreme’s mistake is to think we were already a Merged Permanence which had avoided the Female Void issue. Honeybee is a Brilliant and Conscious woman, NOT a Female Void. We had been the Honeybee Team Supreme for almost 20 years, and no Female Void issues. We Knew the Female Void existed, but we thought we had the Female Void beat.
We were wrong. We were messing with Mother Nature, and it’s NOT nice to mess with Mother Nature.
We had not anticipated Mommybee being a Female Void and slowly robbing Honeybee of her Consciousness, leaving only Mommybee the Feeling Female Void.
When I joked with Honeybee when we were pregnant with our first Babybee, I had a general idea of the process, but the parts I missed were crucial. Emotion, Feeling, and Thought are progressive levels of abstraction, and the higher rests on the lower, with Thought supported by Feeling supported by Emotion.
My wonderful Conscious Honeybee had those three perfectly balanced, but when we got pregnant, Mommybee the Female Void which needs to provide for her Babybees ABOVE ALL ELSE disrupted her balance and Mommybee started to take over for Honeybee. As long as Honeybee and Mommybee agreed, all was well, but if they disagreed, Mommybee would win with Feeling and degrade Honeybee’s Consciousness a piece more.
I had NO idea that Mommybee was doing this until last month, so I kept executing the Plan which Honeybee and I had developed over 20 years. When Mommybee would criticize me and overrule me, I thought that was Honeybee, so I would try to Reason with her, explain that I was doing as we had Planned. Mommybee, the Female Void, saw Reason as a THREAT to her Babybees, and fought Honeybee’s Reason, and Honeybee played the rope in a Tug of War between me and Mommybee over her Babybees (a war I had NO CLUE was happening).
I am horrified that I was DESTROYING Honeybee when I was trying to follow the Plan the Honeybee Team Supreme had decided years earlier. But this Tug of War has been going on for 16 years, and Mommybee is clearly in control, with only little glimpses of Honeybee surfacing every so often.
Honeybee has lost her Consciousness, leaving Mommybee in charge until Mommybee can stop worrying so much because the Babybees are fully raised. That’s another five to ten years of Mommybee before there is much chance of Honeybee returning on a regular basis.
MAYBE.
What If?
Neither Honeybee nor I knew that us finally having the children to whom we so looked forward and had planned and worked for 15 years would unleash Mommybee and set in motion a process that eventually stole my Honeybee from me just like Alzheimer’s had taken my mother, one piece of her fabulous Mind disappearing at a Time until that incredible woman I Love so greatly was unrecognizable and GONE.
But if we HAD Known, would we have changed things (I would have changed how much I appreciated those days with just me and Honeybee, and then been prepared to adjust to Mommybee rather than blindsided)?
Other than being forewarned that Honeybee was going to transform into Mommybee, and preparing for that change, I don’t think there’s ANYTHING we would have done differently. Honeybee wanted me for her Love, her Partner, and the Father of her Babybees. She would have been incomplete without her Babybees, and I would NEVER want her incomplete for me to selfishly spend more Time with Honeybee, regardless of the Pain fulfilling our Dream of Babybees has caused me. Neither of us would have wanted anyone else to be the Father of her Babybees.
And I would never trade a Moment I got to spend with Honeybee for all the Pain and Suffering which Mommybee later inflicted upon me.
Soulmates
While Honeybee and I are Lifelong Loves, I thought for certain that we were also Soulmates, Ride together until one Dies, just like my parents with my father adding months to my mother’s Life through sheer force of Will and an eyedropper to feed her (and expert medical and legal skillz). In retrospect, I really should have paid MUCH more attention to how much Honeybee enjoyed For No One by the Beatles (she’s NEVER “needed” me, our Team Supreme was based on “Love” and “want”, NOT “need”) and the precedent of HER parent’s marriage, who separated and divorced when Honeybee and her brother were the same ages as our Babybees.
While Honeybee intended to be my Soulmate, Mommybee is NOT my Soulmate, she is a Female Void who has slowly taken over my Honeybee, one piece at a time.
Mommybee wants all my Resources and me to be happy just handing them over. I disagree, and that provokes Mommybee to attack me as if her Babybees’ Lives depend on it. Our differing POVs on this point DESPERATELY needs to be solved, but no solution is “pretty”.
Babybees
When I look at the Babybees which Honeybee and I Planned, Worked, and Loved so very hard to bring into Reality, I see that our efforts exceeded even our wildest Dreams. Our Babybees are absolutely spectacular, even more beautiful and brilliant than Honeybee and I could have ever Hoped. They are each special in their own ways, taking after Honeybee and I, yet adding their own unique spin. I could not be more proud of myself, Honeybee, Mommybee, and the Babybees in making this Collaboration a such a roaring success.
There will be NO Cat’s in the Cradle for me. I was with my Babybees CONSTANTLY with only a few hours off at a time until Mommybee decided to leave with our Babybees last month. I will always know that I was there during ALL their important formative years, because I’ve changed more diapers, driven to more sporting events, spent fewer days away from the Babybees, etc.
I even added my own new special touch to their education, riffing off Socrates, and taking his method to the next level. Instead of me focusing on pouring information and knowledge into our Babybees Minds by using questions to teach THEM, I let them teach ME their next lesson while I “played dumb”. This allowed me to focus their teaching attention at the exact point they needed to Know next, while giving them great confidence in their abilities to observe Reality and draw proper conclusions. I have helped them assemble models of Reality unlike ANY before them, totally unique and custom fit to THEM in new ways they found for themselves.
I look forward to the great Paths that will unfold before them. Those Paths will be Magickal and Marvelous. These Babybees of Honeybee and mine are truly special.
I just REALLY wish Honeybee and I could celebrate them. Or that I could celebrate them with Mommybee and our Babybees, rather than just watch their magnificent glory from a distance, which is what I anticipate happening.
But here we are
After all the messes and confessions
To the scars
That we never really owned as ours
One First Date
So, what’s next for me?
I’m going to Disneyworld, of course. What else would make any sense?
My Plan is to try and see what, if ANY, health dynamic might begin to be established between Mommybee and myself, now that I realize I am no longer married to Honeybee. Some sort of effective dynamic needs to be established because I’m going to be co-parenting with Mommybee for years, regardless of anything else.
Mommybee has agreed to take a day off her very important job (it really is, I’m very proud of how fantastically Honeybee/Mommybee’s career has progressed and I’m proud of the bits of help I’ve given her here and there, she’s a truly incredible woman) and leave the Babybees at her home so the the two of us can have a CHANCE to spend a day at Disneyworld as a couple like we we used to decades ago (the entire family tried a few weeks ago and didn’t make it long).
But I also have a Hope.
I’ve asked Mommybee to stay at her home with the Babybees this time and let me have the day with Honeybee.
I’m counting this as that “First Date” Honeybee and I always joked about NEVER having. At this point, I just want one day and one date with Honeybee, and this might be the LAST and ONLY chance I ever have.
I’m going to try and have a Moment with Honeybee and tell her how much I Miss her and I Love her. I Know now not to use those Facts and Logic which Honeybee Loves so much, but Mommybee despises when they conflict with her and her Babybees’ desires. I’ll focus on all those great Feeling and Emotions Honeybee and I had in the Past (and there were SO very many, and they were SO very great).
I’ll NEVER be able to fit all I want to say to Honeybee into a single Moment, even if we manage to stretch that Moment the entire day. But there is one thing I ABSOLUTELY WILL tell Honeybee.
“You’re the one. You’re the ONLY one.”
She’s my Honeybee, and I am her Honeybee.
She’s the Bestest Lifelong Love EVER.
For Crying Out Loud, I Love you, Honeybee.
And if our world comes tumbling down
I never could forgive myself for leaving out
You're the one
You are the only one
Won't you decide?
Won't you decide?
I want you to soar
Don't doubt anymore
(Little by little, we meet in the middle)
Won't you decide?
(What's your name?)
Won't you decide?
Snippet Playlist Alone Again, Naturally – Gilbert O’Sullivan Always on Your Side – Sheryl Crow, Sting Breakeven – The Script Circles – Post Malone Don’t Speak – No Doubt Far Away – Nickelback Happier – Marshmallo Here Come Those Tears Again – Jackson Browne Here’s Where the Story Ends – Sundays How’s It Gonna Be – Third Eye Blind In My Life – Beatles It’s All Coming Back to Me – Meatloaf My Immortal – Evanescence Rainy Days and Mondays – Carpenters The Reason – Hoobastank Reelin’ in the Years – Steely Dan She’s Gone – Hall and Oates Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word – Elton John Traces – Classics IV True – Spandau Ballet When We Were Young – Adele Winner Takes It All – ABBA Wonderwall – Oasis
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2020.08.06 12:42 Grampong Female spy tug

Honeybee
Honeybee
Could you imagine where our lives would lead?
While I KNEW I would write this Snippet one day, I NEVER thought my Narrative would unfold like THIS, especially with a truly Soul-ripping twist I NEVER noticed until only minutes before the End over a decade later.
I try to avoid too much of my Life bleeding into my Snippets (some is unavoidable, since I write from my Experience). Not this Time, this Snippet shines the spotlight directly on the single biggest part of my Life (other than myself, of course), my Lifelong Love Honeybee.
A Lifelong Love is a very special type of Love, and each Life has room for only ONE Lifelong Love (but that one is FAR from guaranteed). There can only be ONE Love who meets you as a young adult, and continues with you on your Path for decades as together the two of you learn about each other and Reality, and then blaze a Path together into the Future hand-in-hand through births, deaths, jobs, burnt dinners, drunk relatives, and all the other Joys and Pains that Life brings.
For me, that Lifelong Love is Honeybee, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Our Lifelong Love has been sans pareille. She’s the Bestest Lifelong Love in History.
She was my Honeybee, and I was her Honeybee. What we are now to each other in this Impossible Year, and what we will be going forward, remains to be determined.
One Hundred Magickal Hours
On October 15th, 1987, I was home on leave, playing bridge at the local college when two of my buddies had to go to class, and Honeybee decided to Sit Down Beside Me, began talking, and started a Discussion with me. This was our first Moment together. She was a young beautiful brilliant cultured refined six foot blonde dressed in a true vision of late Reagan America with hairspray, Bass Weejuns, natural fibers, glasses with HUGE frames, shoulder pads, and more hairspray. Her Consciousness was blazing, and our Discussion added subject after subject such as why Bork had to be borked, to the impact of fire on the beginnings of civilization, welfare reform, etc. We were jumping from topic to topic, never losing the other, and both of us were having a great time.
An hour later, she had to go to class, but said she would return afterwards and we could continue our Discussion then if I was still here. My other buddy decided to take off and asked I wanted to come along. I said “Nah, she’s really smart and really cute. It’s worth an hour to see if she comes back.”
It’s obvious what happened an hour later.
Honeybee and I just kept our Discussion going hour after hour, topic after topic getting added, over dinner, driving around, back to her place and we talked until we fell asleep. OK, we did a few things OTHER than talking, but that was really just as offshoot of the talking (that’s my story and I’m sticking to it, ask Honeybee for her side if you want).
DC, the OG Road Trip
Friday evening, Honeybee had a road trip planned with a girlfriend of hers to Washington, DC, so I figured that this was going to be the last day I would spend with Honeybee before I had to return to base Monday. Coincidentally (synchronistically?), the driver had to bail so she drafted me into driving (IMO, more than a fair trade for few extra days with Honeybee).
This Road Trip set the standard for the many hundreds to follow.
Honeybee had her Violent Femmes tape, so we sang Blister in the Sun, Kiss Off, Gone Daddy Gone. The radio added I Got My Mind Set on You – George Harrison, Didn’t We Almost Have It All – Whitney Houston, I Think We’re Alone Now – Tiffany.
Everyone had a great time popping around DC for a couple days, Honeybee and I keeping that Discussion rolling. I found a treasure, a Magentalane album by Klaatu at a record store which would add many songs to our NEXT Road Trip like Mrs. Toad’s Cookies – Klaatu and our favorite to hear when we are almost Home, Magentalane – Klaatu
Black Monday
Honeybee was back in class Monday, and I needed to leave Monday evening. Honeybee and I realized that we had something Real and something VERY SPECIAL, but we lived 800 miles apart at the time. We agreed that we would try to see each other as much as possible, and when in the same city we were each other’s priorities, but otherwise we would live separate Lives and inform the other if there was “Something they needed to know,” which meant another Relationship which was rising in seriousness and a potential threat.
During our discussion, we noted that the stock market was crashing and had been the end of last week and this day would be called Black Monday. We laughed when we noticed that it started tanking roughly the same time Honeybee sat down to start our Discussion. We joked that us getting together had crashed the stock market.
The Honeybee Team Supreme
Together, Honeybee and I formed a Partnership capable of absolutely ANYTHING. Where I was weak, she was strong, and vice versa (and our strengths overlapped FAR more than they gapped).
My mental condition which Honeybee and I deduced as around the Asperger’s/Dyssemia area of the autism spectrum (we always refer to it as simply “Dyssemia”). My Dyssemia is inextricably linked to so many of my greatest strengths and weaknesses. While I have phenomenal intellectual capabilities, an Exceptional Memory which functions much like “Flashbacks” where I remember by reliving my Experiences with that information (both Good and Bad), and Math as my primary language, these abilities are achieved through a trade-off leaving me always an Individual, unable to join a Group or Consensus, and totally lacking in ANY “common sense”, lol.
Honeybee, OTOH, has her own set of phenomenal intellectual capabilities, her own Exceptional Memory which functions differently than mine (she considers mine “better”), fantastic language skillz, with a strong connection to and understand of the Consensus.
Honeybee can process data and multitask better than anyone, period. Watching her at full speed is an amazing sight. My specialties are pattern recognition, Gnosis, and penetrating focus. As individuals, we were Phenomenal. As the Honeybee Team Supreme, we were Transcendent.
Honeybee was the Yin to my Yang. We made an unbeatable Partnership, and proceeded to start taking Reality by storm.
Honeybee
I can't imagine how my life would be
If all your gravity did not hit me
Oh, don't you see?
Darling, my honeybee
Transplants
After spending a few years finishing college and taking the first few steps into the outside World, Honeybee and I recognized that we were “deadended” in our current location and decided to relocate. I wisely agreed with her when she suggested Central Florida because “If people save for a year or two to spend a week there, it’s GOT to be a good place to live.” And it hasn’t just been been a good place to live, it’s been SPECTACULAR!!! Honeybee made another of her great calls which possibly saved our Lives.
Honeybee and I packed every item we owned (and her cat who had adopted me as his hero) from The Old Apartment into a U-Haul and drove to the horizon to start our new Life without ANY idea where we were going to Live other than “Central Florida”. We were poster candidates for “Fools Rush In”, but Honeybee and I pulled it off yet again. We were truly The Honeybee Team Supreme, and nothing was impossible for us.
It was Just Like Heaven
But here we are
After all the messes and confessions
To the stars
That we never really owned as ours
The Honeybee Team Supreme’s Greatest Hits
Honeybee and I have shared so many truly spectacular Moments over our decades together. Here’s a sample of the highlights.
Travel
Honeybee and I took our first Road Trip the day after we met, and we never stopped until we recently parted.
The Honeybee Team Supreme does Road Trips RIGHT. The vehicle barely stops, bathroom breaks try to fit in gas stops, prepack food, we have it down after MANY hundreds.
Songs are chosen for singalongs, especially to stay awake driving. We started with our playlist from that OG DC trip and have added so many more like Goodbye Yellow Brick Road – Elton John, Paradise by the Dashboard Light – Meatloaf, One Headlight – Wallflowers, etc.
The Honeybee Team Supreme has been knocking out “Must Sees” for our Babybees as we enjoy them ourselves. A partial list:
Grand Canyon St Louis Arch NYC Washington DC Monument Valley Pike’s Peak Garden of the Gods Graceland Petroglyph National Monument Monticello Salt Lake City Yellowstone
We watched one of the very final Dreams Come True Fireworks performances from the top of the Contemporary Resort while eating unlimited sushi with an open bar as part of our hundreds of trips to Disneyworld.
Movies
Honeybee and I shared our Love of movies from the very beginning of our Conversation. We were both surprised we shared the same 40 year old black and white movie as our favorite: Holiday Inn. I had discovered it wrapping Christmas presents with my mother, as did Honeybee, so we naturally made this a Honeybee Team Supreme tradition.
We debated the “proper” ending for movies like Pretty in Pink, tossed themes back and forth, and were our own Honeybee Team Supreme version of Siskel and Ebert.
Honeybee and I Loved going to the movies, and 1999 the peak for us. Virtually every time we saw a movie, it was either phenomenal or fun. That was a GREAT year with Honeybee. Look at the movies we saw:
10 Things I Hate About You 13th Warrior American Beauty American Pie Any Given Sunday Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me Blair Witch Project Being John Malkovich Boys Don't Cry Cider House Rules Dick Dogma Election Eyes Wide Shut Existenz Fight Club For the Love of the Game Go Green Mile Iron Giant House on Haunted Hill Last Night Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels Matrix The Mummy Never Been Kissed Notting Hill Office Space Payback Magnolia Man on the Moon Mystery Men She's All That Sixth Sense Sleepy Hollow South Park Star Wars Episode I Stigmata Summer of Sam Talented Mr. Ripley Tarzan Thomas Crown Affair Topsy-Turvy Toy Story 2 Wild Wild West The World Is Not Enough
And just seeing the movies doesn’t cover the whole “movie experience”, because so many times our friends would add some of the best parts (like “Heavily Implied” taking on new meaning after American Beauty)
We Love Charlie Kaufman, Spike Jonze, Michel Gondry, and similar movies like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind with Wish You Were Here, Adaptation, etc. We Love classic movies, art movies, animation, etc.
Let’s just say Honeybee and I Love movies a LOT (and have a thousand discs still to watch).
Television
Honeybee and I were First Fandom for Reality TV, watching the OG Real World. While MOST Reality TV is beyond the Pale for us, we have passed this on to our Babybees. As a Hive, we watch Big Brother, Amazing Race, Project Runway, Top Chef, and similar shows and analyze the competitors and the competition (our Babybees are VERY astute).
Theatre
Live theatre has always been a special treat for Honeybee and me, and something we truly savor. Some of our favorites:
A spectacular performance of Fuenteovejuna at the Folger Shakespeare Theatre in Washington, DC in one of their rare non-Shakespeare plays.
An incredible college performance of The Mystery of Edwin Drood by Rupert Holmes of Escape (The Pina Colada Song) in the Annie Russell Theatre where the audience selection of the ending gave a lesser player a chance to shine, and boy did he.
So many local and community theatres like Manhattan South Studio Theatre, with productions like The Brady Bunch (The Second Coming of Jan), the Glass Jar, and countless others. Those shows took on additional special meaning when we knew the actors or writers.
The UNFORGETTABLE (unless you were my friend who slept through the whole thing) most self-indulgent FIVE hour Sherlock Holmes play EVER (with two intermissions). The second intermission included a police scene with a dead body in the middle of the road (we concluded the body was someone trying to RUN as fast as possible away from the Play, and that he was in better shape since he wasn’t going back inside for the rest), and ended with the announcement “IF anyone wants to go back in and watch, we will be starting soon.” We ALL rolled at the “IF”.
And, of course, Bandstand on Broadway.
Sports
My family’s relationship with Sports runs very deep and very wide. Honeybee jumped right in and she did a great job.
While I’m not sure she’s EVER understood the point of showing up to a spring training game over an hour early (“Why watch them bat when it doesn’t count?”), Honeybee REALLY enjoyed the one spring training game we NEVER saw. We met a few of my cousins before the game at the team’s hotel bar for a drink. Much like that Lays Potato chip, ONE drink is NOT possible when 1980 American League Rookie of the Year Super Joe Charboneau is buying using the Indian’s team expense account (Go Joe Charboneau for SURE). And when Super Joe is buying the drinks, getting you drunk, and telling story after story of his exploits, you never make it to the game. Those stories start with the famous ones that surfaced his rookie year, like drinking beer through a straw through his NOSE, him fixing that nose when it was broken using pliers and a few shots of Jack Daniel’s, and doing his own dental work, but they don’t end there. Honeybee and I both agree, once in their Life, everyone should have Super Joe get them drunk (it’s not to be missed).
Honeybee and I went to a LOT of sporting events, but my favorite Moment with her concerning sports was a Moment she took the initiative and Planned herself for me.
For Christmas in 2002, Honeybee gave me two tickets for us to see the North Carolina Scholastic Classic on January 20, 2003. That meant I was FINALLY going to get to see Lebron James play in my alma mater’s Green and Gold Irish jersey (Honeybee gave me one of those the next year). So Honeybee and I made another of our patented Road Trips, and I was not disappointed to see in person the phenomenon my brother told me could have jumped to the NBA after his freshman year of high school. LeBron did the IMPOSSIBLE, he successfully DEFENDED a 3 on 1 fast break (no human being should be able to do that). After I saw that, I turned to Honeybee and said “If he doesn’t get hurt and doesn’t lose his head, he can make a run at surpassing Jordan, because LeBron is drawing from the largest skill set I’ve ever seen with a perfect body.” Honeybee agreed and still does.
Concerts
Honeybee and I saw so very many great concerts together, there’s no way to do them justice. The best part for me was ALWAYS that I was sharing the experience with Honeybee (she ALWAYS makes even the most bland Experience wonderful for me).
We watched Crosby, Stills, and Nash open for the Grateful Dead at Three Rivers Stadium after wandering around for hours with the Deadheads (and we still have out tie-dye t-shirts).
Lifehouse, Everclear, and Matchbox Twenty performed a triple bill where a Joyous Art Alexakis who stole the entire show from Rob Thomas’ homecoming by having security chase him and his wireless guitar up and down the stairs of the Orena.
Wang Chung, Flock of Seagulls, Missing Persons, Gene Loves Jezebel rocked the House of Blues
We jammed to Experimental Jazz at the Disney Institute, countless concerts at Disneyworld (we skipped most because they didn’t fit our schedule well), etc.
Ushered in 2000 with Blue Meridian at the Have A Nice Day Cafe.
We stood right in front of the stage on Pleasure Island while Modern English sang Melt With You for food, followed by World Party in the rain.
Honeybee had to drag me away from Steve Kilbey of The Church when he was was too busy talking to me about my business and playing the “Proud Poppa” showing off his daughter’s artwork from college to remember to get ready for the concert in a tiny club.
Roger Daltrey delivered Tommy backed by the Cleveland Orchestra at Blossom in a performance Roger KNEW he had in him and had always wanted to give, and he gave that performance of his Life (we were so glad he didn’t “Die Before He Get Old” for Honeybee and I to have yet another of our Moments).
Our LAST concert was March 7, right before concerts went away, when we watched Michael Stanley Strike Up the Band One FINAL Time from the first row of the orchestra pit (if Honeybee and I never see another concert together, that was a Moment I’ll be happy to go out on).
People
The people who have crossed Honeybee’s and my Path, and walked with us for a while, demonstrate some SERIOUS “strength through diversity”.
Honeybee and I have yet to find people we don’t like (other than rude hurtful people, of course), and we have socialized across the entire social spectrum. We’ve gone out to dinner with couples who were having their version of our “smothered chicken”, we’ve joked with billionaires over which loge they watched the baseball team they own, we’ve watched Super Bowls and NBA Finals with hoop friends from pick-up games on the playground, we’ve plot doctored books and had the authors dedicate the book to us in thanks, etc.
Many interrelated circles of friends grew around the Honeybee Team Supreme, we had friends of all sorts. Honeybee and I struggled to figure out if we could fit TWO days at home a week into our social callendar.
Look around
We made a garden of the love we found
So many reasons I would fight to stay
You're the courage when I fade
Take a look at what we've made
Marriage
In 1996, I was working on our finances, and I shared with Honeybee that we would save about $3,000 if we were married, she got one of those looks of hers on her face, and I asked “Do you want to?” Not the most romantic or greatest of proposals, but she accepted anyway.
That great group of friends we assembled came together and threw us a FABULOUS Wedding, a bit Fandango style. We did everything backwards, a formal brunch followed by the ceremony in a beautiful rose garden. The reception was at a friends’ house, and then the after-reception of pizza and beer at yet another friends’ house around the block. Special people who shared a special day with us.
Missing were any rings. Honeybee is VERY particular about jewelry. She doesn’t like men wearing jewelry, so I have NEVER worn a wedding ring, at her request. As for her rings, at the time we could not justify the Engagement Ring she wanted, a 1 ½ carat emerald cut ring. I promised that ring to Honeybee, and she will have it, even if I have to give it to her at the finalization of the divorce as a “Thank you for having BEEN my wife” Ring rather than an Engagement Ring.
That silly ring, it wasn't meant to be
Luckily you saw in me
Something I couldn't see
”My Mind Is Gone, Is It EVER Coming Back!?!”
In late 2003, we succeeded in becoming pregnant with our first Babybee. The Collaboration we had been Planning and Loving toward had reached a new stage. still remember making special note of one of those Moments with Honeybee in early 2004 when we were Pregnant with our son. I brought her breakfast in bed (coffee for decades was standard, with extras like breakfast often added), and found her crying. I asked in a panic what was wrong, and Honeybee sobbed out, “My Mind is gone, is it EVER coming back!?!” All these strange Feelings and Emotions were taking over her Mind and Body, and she could tell that she was changing and becoming different than she had been before we got Pregnant.
I laughed and explained to her that those changes were her Body and Mind changing to give Birth to Babybee and become a Mommybee. I said that those changes were going to be in place until we decided to stop having children and breastfeeding, which was planned after our second child in about 5 years. That brought more tears from Honeybee and more laughter from me.
I NEVER should have been laughing, because I was horribly wrong about her Mind returning in 5 years. That wonderful incredible beautiful Mind she had shared with me for almost 20 years NEVER returned to what she shared with me before getting pregnant.
I NOW see the Moment of which I made that special note was NOT simply one of those tender Husband/Wife Moments that they look back on fondly (as Honeybee and I did so many times with this Moment, each of which now carries a touch of ash to me). No, this was the Honeybee I met in 1987, that incredible brilliant beautiful young woman to whom I instantly Bonded and Loved, with whom I started “officially” cohabiting in 1990, sweated out Midwest winters with windows open on a third floor of a Victorian house turned into a VERY cheap apartment (we did go out to dinner once a week for smothered chicken for under $20 total, tip included), packed every single one of our belongings into the back of a U-Haul to drive a thousand miles without a CLUE of where we were going to Live in 1993 (at once the Greatest and most Foolish thing we EVER did), started a business based on sharing my Love with others, launched her career and proudly watched her climb the corporate ladder saying “Farewell” to me, HER Honeybee
The Honeybee I Knew and Loved was actually saying “Goodbye” to me, and I didn’t Know it. I didn’t realize that my Honeybee I had Known and Loved for 16 years was leaving me, and from then on gradually my Loving Partner Honeybee would being replaced one tiny piece at a time by Mommybee, who does NOT Love me (or even understand I’m human) and sees me only as a resource for our Babybees.
I NEVER should have laughed, I should have been crying right alongside her. Now, I’ll be doing a LOT of crying not by her side waving Goodbye to my wonderful Honeybee in the Past who left me all those many years ago, but I never Knew she had gone. I’ve got a LOT of mourning to catch up on.
I’m giving you a horribly belated Goodbye now, Honeybee.
I’ve missed you so very much, especially these last few years. I’ve been so terribly Lost and Lonely without you (Mommybee abandoned our Discussion years ago, and you’ve only chipped in every so often since). I’m sorry I didn’t give you a proper Goodbye at the Time, but I didn’t Know you were going away Forever. We BOTH thought you were coming back. I didn’t even Know you were still Gone until last month. I really didn’t, Honeybee. Honest.
Such a fool
I took your love and I bent all the rules
You took the blow and didn't let it show
Stuck around to let me know
Built a family of our own
Male Light and Female Void
How could the Honeybee Team Supreme have missed such a crucial element, which eventually derailed their entire Plan? The answer is found in a VERY strange place.
Honeybee and I enjoyed exploring some of the most obscure areas of Reality in hope of finding Art and Artists. One of the most UNIQUE and GREATEST examples of Art we EVER found was the comic series Cerebus done by Dave Sim. IMO, Cerebus is the Finnegan’s Wake of comics and Sim is hands down the greatest living comic Artist. Sim’s 26 years of constant work on Cerebus produced that Artistic Alchemy where the Art and the Artist merge (which Sim later takes religious and visionary, producing an even MORE idiosyncratic work).
For all their magnificence, Sim and Cerebus are marred by what is a fatal flaw in most people’s eyes: Sim does not think or believe the genders are equal, and expresses his views in a strangely ham-fisted way which regularly melts down.
Honeybee and I LOVED extracting those parts which were Outrageous, and those parts which Sim had hit Truth (he has HUGE amounts of BOTH). Sometimes Outrageous and Truth were the same, as often happens in Art.
Here’s a summary of Sim’s system:
The Thinking Reasoning Male Light is Seminal Energy, while the Feeling Emotional Female Void is an Omnivorous Parasite.
The Male Light and Female Void can be combined by marriage into a Merged Permanence, with the components now called Merged Light and Merged Void. When Kids come Merged Light becomes Family Man.
All these Voids can be combined into a “Greater Void Wife and Kids” Omnivorous Engine, which serves the Vaginal Bottom Line. The Omnivorous Engine drives society through Lesser Void of White Collar Make-Work Programs.
The Female Void is essentially a black hole of resource need “For the Kids”, based on an Emotional and Feeling level. The Male Light cannot win on the Thinking and Reason level, as those are higher.
Many people see Sim’s Female Void as an Evil Woman, and dismiss him as a misogynist.
I’ve stripped as much of Sim’s “Simness” out of his system as I can. Here are some original sources for those who wish to read for themselves (insert all trigger warnings here): Male Light and Female Void, Reads, Tangents.
Mommybee
The Honeybee Team Supreme’s mistake is to think we were already a Merged Permanence which had avoided the Female Void issue. Honeybee is a Brilliant and Conscious woman, NOT a Female Void. We had been the Honeybee Team Supreme for almost 20 years, and no Female Void issues. We Knew the Female Void existed, but we thought we had the Female Void beat.
We were wrong. We were messing with Mother Nature, and it’s NOT nice to mess with Mother Nature.
We had not anticipated Mommybee being a Female Void and slowly robbing Honeybee of her Consciousness, leaving only Mommybee the Feeling Female Void.
When I joked with Honeybee when we were pregnant with our first Babybee, I had a general idea of the process, but the parts I missed were crucial. Emotion, Feeling, and Thought are progressive levels of abstraction, and the higher rests on the lower, with Thought supported by Feeling supported by Emotion.
My wonderful Conscious Honeybee had those three perfectly balanced, but when we got pregnant, Mommybee the Female Void which needs to provide for her Babybees ABOVE ALL ELSE disrupted her balance and Mommybee started to take over for Honeybee. As long as Honeybee and Mommybee agreed, all was well, but if they disagreed, Mommybee would win with Feeling and degrade Honeybee’s Consciousness a piece more.
I had NO idea that Mommybee was doing this until last month, so I kept executing the Plan which Honeybee and I had developed over 20 years. When Mommybee would criticize me and overrule me, I thought that was Honeybee, so I would try to Reason with her, explain that I was doing as we had Planned. Mommybee, the Female Void, saw Reason as a THREAT to her Babybees, and fought Honeybee’s Reason, and Honeybee played the rope in a Tug of War between me and Mommybee over her Babybees (a war I had NO CLUE was happening).
I am horrified that I was DESTROYING Honeybee when I was trying to follow the Plan the Honeybee Team Supreme had decided years earlier. But this Tug of War has been going on for 16 years, and Mommybee is clearly in control, with only little glimpses of Honeybee surfacing every so often.
Honeybee has lost her Consciousness, leaving Mommybee in charge until Mommybee can stop worrying so much because the Babybees are fully raised. That’s another five to ten years of Mommybee before there is much chance of Honeybee returning on a regular basis.
MAYBE.
What If?
Neither Honeybee nor I knew that us finally having the children to whom we so looked forward and had planned and worked for 15 years would unleash Mommybee and set in motion a process that eventually stole my Honeybee from me just like Alzheimer’s had taken my mother, one piece of her fabulous Mind disappearing at a Time until that incredible woman I Love so greatly was unrecognizable and GONE.
But if we HAD Known, would we have changed things (I would have changed how much I appreciated those days with just me and Honeybee, and then been prepared to adjust to Mommybee rather than blindsided)?
Other than being forewarned that Honeybee was going to transform into Mommybee, and preparing for that change, I don’t think there’s ANYTHING we would have done differently. Honeybee wanted me for her Love, her Partner, and the Father of her Babybees. She would have been incomplete without her Babybees, and I would NEVER want her incomplete for me to selfishly spend more Time with Honeybee, regardless of the Pain fulfilling our Dream of Babybees has caused me. Neither of us would have wanted anyone else to be the Father of her Babybees.
And I would never trade a Moment I got to spend with Honeybee for all the Pain and Suffering which Mommybee later inflicted upon me.
Soulmates
While Honeybee and I are Lifelong Loves, I thought for certain that we were also Soulmates, Ride together until one Dies, just like my parents with my father adding months to my mother’s Life through sheer force of Will and an eyedropper to feed her (and expert medical and legal skillz). In retrospect, I really should have paid MUCH more attention to how much Honeybee enjoyed For No One by the Beatles (she’s NEVER “needed” me, our Team Supreme was based on “Love” and “want”, NOT “need”) and the precedent of HER parent’s marriage, who separated and divorced when Honeybee and her brother were the same ages as our Babybees.
While Honeybee intended to be my Soulmate, Mommybee is NOT my Soulmate, she is a Female Void who has slowly taken over my Honeybee, one piece at a time.
Mommybee wants all my Resources and me to be happy just handing them over. I disagree, and that provokes Mommybee to attack me as if her Babybees’ Lives depend on it. Our differing POVs on this point DESPERATELY needs to be solved, but no solution is “pretty”.
Babybees
When I look at the Babybees which Honeybee and I Planned, Worked, and Loved so very hard to bring into Reality, I see that our efforts exceeded even our wildest Dreams. Our Babybees are absolutely spectacular, even more beautiful and brilliant than Honeybee and I could have ever Hoped. They are each special in their own ways, taking after Honeybee and I, yet adding their own unique spin. I could not be more proud of myself, Honeybee, Mommybee, and the Babybees in making this Collaboration a such a roaring success.
There will be NO Cat’s in the Cradle for me. I was with my Babybees CONSTANTLY with only a few hours off at a time until Mommybee decided to leave with our Babybees last month. I will always know that I was there during ALL their important formative years, because I’ve changed more diapers, driven to more sporting events, spent fewer days away from the Babybees, etc.
I even added my own new special touch to their education, riffing off Socrates, and taking his method to the next level. Instead of me focusing on pouring information and knowledge into our Babybees Minds by using questions to teach THEM, I let them teach ME their next lesson while I “played dumb”. This allowed me to focus their teaching attention at the exact point they needed to Know next, while giving them great confidence in their abilities to observe Reality and draw proper conclusions. I have helped them assemble models of Reality unlike ANY before them, totally unique and custom fit to THEM in new ways they found for themselves.
I look forward to the great Paths that will unfold before them. Those Paths will be Magickal and Marvelous. These Babybees of Honeybee and mine are truly special.
I just REALLY wish Honeybee and I could celebrate them. Or that I could celebrate them with Mommybee and our Babybees, rather than just watch their magnificent glory from a distance, which is what I anticipate happening.
But here we are
After all the messes and confessions
To the scars
That we never really owned as ours
One First Date
So, what’s next for me?
I’m going to Disneyworld, of course. What else would make any sense?
My Plan is to try and see what, if ANY, health dynamic might begin to be established between Mommybee and myself, now that I realize I am no longer married to Honeybee. Some sort of effective dynamic needs to be established because I’m going to be co-parenting with Mommybee for years, regardless of anything else.
Mommybee has agreed to take a day off her very important job (it really is, I’m very proud of how fantastically Honeybee/Mommybee’s career has progressed and I’m proud of the bits of help I’ve given her here and there, she’s a truly incredible woman) and leave the Babybees at her home so the the two of us can have a CHANCE to spend a day at Disneyworld as a couple like we we used to decades ago (the entire family tried a few weeks ago and didn’t make it long).
But I also have a Hope.
I’ve asked Mommybee to stay at her home with the Babybees this time and let me have the day with Honeybee.
I’m counting this as that “First Date” Honeybee and I always joked about NEVER having. At this point, I just want one day and one date with Honeybee, and this might be the LAST and ONLY chance I ever have.
I’m going to try and have a Moment with Honeybee and tell her how much I Miss her and I Love her. I Know now not to use those Facts and Logic which Honeybee Loves so much, but Mommybee despises when they conflict with her and her Babybees’ desires. I’ll focus on all those great Feeling and Emotions Honeybee and I had in the Past (and there were SO very many, and they were SO very great).
I’ll NEVER be able to fit all I want to say to Honeybee into a single Moment, even if we manage to stretch that Moment the entire day. But there is one thing I ABSOLUTELY WILL tell Honeybee.
“You’re the one. You’re the ONLY one.”
She’s my Honeybee, and I am her Honeybee.
She’s the Bestest Lifelong Love EVER.
For Crying Out Loud, I Love you, Honeybee.
And if our world comes tumbling down
I never could forgive myself for leaving out
You're the one
You are the only one
Won't you decide?
Won't you decide?
I want you to soar
Don't doubt anymore
(Little by little, we meet in the middle)
Won't you decide?
(What's your name?)
Won't you decide?
Snippet Playlist Alone Again, Naturally – Gilbert O’Sullivan Always on Your Side – Sheryl Crow, Sting Breakeven – The Script Circles – Post Malone Don’t Speak – No Doubt Far Away – Nickelback Happier – Marshmallo Here Come Those Tears Again – Jackson Browne Here’s Where the Story Ends – Sundays How’s It Gonna Be – Third Eye Blind In My Life – Beatles It’s All Coming Back to Me – Meatloaf My Immortal – Evanescence Rainy Days and Mondays – Carpenters The Reason – Hoobastank Reelin’ in the Years – Steely Dan She’s Gone – Hall and Oates Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word – Elton John Traces – Classics IV True – Spandau Ballet When We Were Young – Adele Winner Takes It All – ABBA Wonderwall – Oasis
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2020.08.02 01:18 Archibald-Doo Female spy tug

Part 1, 2, 3
I glanced around the room with my eyes. There was no sign of Sarah. I started to panic, and said the first thing that came to my mind. “Uh, hi. How are you?” That’s the best you could come up with I thought to myself. I sighed internally but outwardly remained motionless. The man didn’t say anything but his expression took on a bemused look.
He gestured with his pistol for me to move to the side and then to sit down. After I was seated, he spoke for the first time since I entered the room. “What are you doing in here?” he asked in a deep voice. “Where would you like me to start?” I asked. He rolled his eyes but didn’t answer. “So… I’ll just skip to what I’m doing in here right now, then” I said.
I told him that I was investigating on the property for a local newspaper, which was a total lie, but I didn’t want to give up information that could expose Sarah. Remembering that one of the camera feeds showed what appeared to be a waste disposal room, and I added that I followed a drainage pipe that gained me access to the building. The man looked at me with what appeared to be an indifferent frustration. “I know you’re lying” he said slowly, his voice sounding menacing. “Why would you think that?” I stuttered. “Because Thomas works for me…” said Sarah stepping into the room.
My jaw dropped. This man worked for Sarah? Why would she have someone here with a gun and how did he get in. The man was still well dressed and didn’t look dirty or disheveled, and Sarah was now wearing an outfit that resembled Black Widow from the Avengers franchise. My mind was reeling. “I’m sure you’re confused but I have no desire to explain it to you, as you’ve already cost me enough time” Sarah said disgust dripping from her voice. I was crushed in more ways than one.
“What are you planning to do with Mark?” I asked, finding a short burst of courage. Sarah looked at me and laughed. “You should be more concerned about yourself” she retorted. “Thomas, take him to see his friend.” Thomas pointed the gun at me and grunted “move!”
I was led down a couple of corridors, and some stairs. We finished our walk, ending in front of a large metal door. Thomas motioned for me to open the door. It was heavy, but I was able to make it move. Inside there were several small spaces, about 5 feet by 8 feet, that were enclosed by cell bars. In the far-right one was Mark. I stayed quiet, and Thomas put me in the far-left cell. He closed it and locked the cell door, putting the key on a ring by the door, and proceeded to walk out.
As soon as he left, I called out to Mark who was sitting on the small cot in his cell. He looked up, and I could tell he was worse for wear. He appeared to have not shaved, showered or changed his clothes in weeks, and his eyes were wide. “Ryan…” he muttered. “It’s me man” I said. He looked both relieved and crestfallen. “You shouldn’t have come” he said. I chuckled. “Like hell I wouldn’t man, I mean if I would have known what I was getting into I might have come better prepared, but I would have still come.” Mark smiled a little.
“Mark, what the heck is going on here dude?” I asked, explaining the crazy things that I had experienced since arriving at his property. “I think I know, but I barely believe it, and I doubt you will” he stood up and replied. I pushed him to elaborate. “I was setting up a new cache site and I stumbled upon the vent that led me here.” He paused, taking a breath and then continued. “I found this facility and investigated. Turns out it was created to investigate and experiment on a UFO that crashed here in the fifties. It also turns out it wasn’t fully abandoned. A small group of pretty messed up people were also investigating.” He continued to explain that since the facility was under his property, he was the legal owner, but when the government left, they didn’t destroy everything properly.
“They were trying to breed alien eggs dude” Mark finished with “and these creeps are completing the process.” I was fairly certain that my mind couldn’t be blown again, but this day was consistently proving me wrong. “Mark, why is Sarah in on this?” I asked. Mark looked at me confused. “I don’t know, it doesn’t make sense to me either.” He sat back down, defeated.
I started trying to figure out how I could get a key and get out of this cell. I remembered that there was a camera in the corner of the room, but I also recalled that it didn’t capture the entirety of the room. If I was able to stay on the far left of my cell I should be out of its view. I casually walked over to the blind spot and watched the camera, it didn’t move. I breathed a sigh of relief. That was something I had going in my favor today.
I walked over the cot in my cell and say it was made out of metal tubes welded together. It was pretty rusted and I was confident that I could break it down. The mattress, if you could call it that, was also very old, musty and torn. I thought better of my plan to break down the cot and instead focused on the mattress. I sat on it like I had given up, and slipped my hand into a ripped section. I found a spring that I was able to work loose and pull out. I leaned forward and slid my hands along my pants until the spring was on the floor behind my foot. Then I kicked the spring to the edge of the cell out of view of the camera. I repeated this several times and then moved to the camera’s blind spot.
In the blind spot I worked on the springs. It was painful and I scraped up my left hand a little but I managed to turn them into a crude rod. I used the rod to reach for the key, and managed to knock it onto the floor. I thought to myself that this looked a lot easier in cartoons, and laughed a little to myself. Small victories I suppose. I caught the key with the rod and scooted it across the floor to myself. I pocketed the key, then put the rod at the base of the cell so it would blend with the horizontal bars.
I didn’t think the security cameras could pick up sound so I called over to Mark. He looked up and I flashed him the key. He smiled then went back to putting his head down. I wondered if Thomas or Sarah were looking at the camera and decided that I couldn’t wait forever and unlocked my cell door. I walked directly under the camera and pulled out the wires leading into it. I figured there wasn’t much time so I ran to Mark’s cell and unlocked the door and we both left the holding room.
We moved to the hallway, and I remembered that there was what appeared to be some sort of armory or similar room on the cameras. It made sense to me that it would be nearby the holding cell so I tried the next room on the left. The door opened to a catwalk looking down on the large canisters with glowing green liquid in them. The liquid appeared to be churning and there was a human like shape inside.
I told Mark that we should double back but I heard footsteps running toward the holding room. I went to close the door when I also heard the unmistakable squick noise followed by a roar. Gunshots echoed out in the hallway, another roar and then a loud scream that I guessed came from Thomas. I peeked out and saw what I could only describe as an 8-foot-tall grey alien that looked wounded throw Thomas against the wall with a crunch and a sickening thud. His body slumped and his head was at a grotesque angle.
The hallway was out of the question, and I wondered how the alien creature got into the facility. My guess was that it followed Sarah and I inside. Mark nudged me and pointed to a ladder leading downward to the canisters. I nodded my head and followed him down.
When we arrived at the bottom, we saw the canisters had creatures inside them similar to the alien we saw. I was freaking out at this point. Whoever these people were, they were trying to bread more of these aliens that seemed to be killing machines. I found a computer terminal sitting by the canisters. It contained a lot of research notes. There was also a protocol for terminating the subjects. I turned to Mark, “dude there’s an option on here to kill these subjects.” Mark also looked terrified but enthralled at the same time. “I don’t know man; this is so wild…” he murmured. “Mark, we can’t have these things getting out, you’ve seen what they are capable of” I said, then added “besides what if the government got their hands on the live specimens? Imagine what kind of crazy things they could do.” That seemed to snap Mark out of it. “You’re right Ryan, do it” he said, convinced that it was a bad idea to let the experiments continue.
I hit enter on the protocol to terminate the subjects and it prompted “are you sure?” and asked for a password. I flipped over the keyboard but there was nothing there. I cursed my luck, then started opening drawers in the desk it was on. Inside the drawer was a moldy binder, and inside the binder was a sheet labeled emergency protocols. That sheet had the password for an emergency abort of the experiment. I typed the password in and alarms started to blare. The color of the liquid changed to red and I watched as the aliens inside started disintegrating. There must have been acid ready to inject in case the experiments started to get out of hand, like a failsafe. I breathed a quick sigh of relief until I heard the door above me explode inward. I gasped and looked to Mark. We both started looking for a way out.
Mark found it first and we ducked through the door just before a loud thud followed by the squick noise of the alien walking around. The room we were in was dark, but we felt around and I found a door. I tugged on Mark and we slipped through it. I didn’t know what this alien’s capabilities were but it seemed like it could either see through things or could sense stuff even when it was obstructed. We found ourselves in a hallway on a lower floor. We made our way along until we saw another door on the right side. We decided to open it.
We were lucky enough to find the armory, or at least what was left of it. It was pretty well cleaned out, but after thoroughly investigating, Mark found a Smith and Wesson 44 caliber pistol, and a pump shotgun. I found a really old M-16, and about 40 5.56mm rounds, a handful of shot gun shells, about a dozen .44 rounds, and two empty magazines for the M-16. I also found two sets of body armor, one for over your clothes and one for under.
Mark and I finished gearing up and left the room cautiously. He had the pistol and the shotgun and I had the M-16. I also had a small concealed 380 ACP pistol with a magazine that I found, but kept that to myself. At the rate my night was going you never know when you’d need an ace in the hole. We made our way back to the floor where I came in when we heard cursing from the security room.
We listened to what sounded like Russian being said at a very fast pace on what we thought was a phone call. When it sounded like the call was over, I kicked open the door and went inside, gun trained on the occupant. Mark followed me in. The female turned around and it was Sarah, dressed in the black spy looking outfit. Mark was the first to speak “What the **** Sarah!?!” Sarah laughed and pushed the center of a jewel on a low hanging necklace. We both stared amazed as her face began to change.
Finale
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2020.07.21 07:11 liner21Jul Female spy tug

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2020.07.03 21:48 Holesome_chungus Female spy tug

Updated list of all known banned subreddits sorted by reason and alphabetically part 2 (unmoderated and ban evasion). Current as of July 3, 2020 5:32 PM EDT
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2020.06.12 07:31 xenocentric Female spy tug

I can’t imagine where I got the goddamn thing. The only reason I touched a flame to its four wicks in the first place was because of the blackout.
I'd anticipated the blackout even before I finished the second shift at the meat packing plant. Heavy northern winds had started gusting down from the highlands around half-past-five that evening, rattling the high-placed windows in the processing room and grew in strength for the next two hours until the overhead lights started flickering around a quarter-past-eight. The drive home was starless, and brown plumes of dirt and grit clouded the winding road in my headlights.
The saying goes there are only two seasons in the desert: hot and cold. A smidge of precipitation or a fine layer of clouds overhead will do your internet connection or phone reception no favors. Inclement weather can send this town to hell.
After getting home and battening the garage door against the blasting gales, I gathered the Mag-Lite and box of matches from a drawer in the work bench and then hauled a box of candles out from the floor next to it, carrying all my preparations to the kitchen table.
In the box, under the dusty cardboard lid, I found a dozen candles of every size. The biggest was a block of wax, maybe seven-by-seven inches thick and ten inches tall. Four wicks poked out at the top, each eccentrically placed inside one the mass's four quarters. Each was slightly charred and centered in a shallow bowl of melted wax, attesting to some previous use, but the top of the candle was otherwise flat, and no dried rivulets ran down the sides.
I carried the block to the living room and place it on the coffee table, figuring it would give the most light and burn the longest. At the very least, if it burned faster than I estimated it ought to, I could douse three of the wicks and just burn one at a time as a conservation measure. It was quite heavy, as I expected a big hunk of wax would be, but it had a strange heft to it. I got the impression that its center of gravity was somewhat wonky, like there was maybe an air pocket inside one corner, just under the surface. After setting it on the paper plate I’d placed on the coffee table to catch rivulets of melting wax, I gave each side a couple of firm taps but detected no weaknesses in any of the four walls.
For the first time the color of the candle struck me: It was darkly hued; less an uneven shade of violet than a constant but subtle shift between tints of muted indigo and damp brick red, depending on which angle the living room's three electric lamps caught it. Occasionally, I'd spy blotches of black mossy-green that seemed to bleed in and out when I tilted my head one way or the other.
The wind was getting worse, rattling the windowpanes and pummeling the rooftop, and the house lights started to flicker in tandem with each volley, so I had little interest in plumbing the depths of the big candle's superficial mysteries and began to place other candles around the house, stopping to assure myself that the batteries in the bedside alarm clock were fresh.
I had just returned to the living room to switch off the power cord for the computer and the TV when the cat started yowling on the front porch. I opened the door, and in an instant she scampered in from the howling weather, dispensing with any feline aplomb. Just then, the lights went out.
Of course I hadn’t thought to bring the flashlight with me, so I had to bump my way back to the couch, blind, stepping high to avoid the cat as she tried to rub her sides against my ankles. I patted around the cushions for a ridiculously long time before my fingertips bumped into its cold metal sides tucked halfway under a throw pillow.
After I was able to see again, I lighted the big candle first, touching a single match flame to each of the four wicks crowning the top. I noticed nothing . . . untoward, is the world that pops into my head . . . nothing untoward within the reach of its glow, not right then. I was still using the flashlight beam as my primary source of illumination.
Once I got the other candles lit, I sat back down on the couch and turned on a battery-powered radio—an old transistor deal. Hoping to find a local station with some news about the storm, I began tapping the dial across the bandwidth.
An old radio is much more subtle a device than any newer deck you'll get. Today's models have scan buttons which locate only relatively clear stations. It's a nice feature when you're driving. But you might miss something that's hidden in the fuzz, something ignored by the scanner, something a steady hand capable of tapping a dial back-and-forth, back-and-forth over a pinpoint can find. Sometimes you can stumble across conversations from a mobile phone or even police scanners. Those are a treat. I once discovered a “numbers station”—those radio stations that broadcast an emotionally hollow female voice reciting a series of double-digit numbers. They are, I guess, suspected to be the covert communications from government agencies to spies, domestic and foreign, although no one’s really sure. There’s certainly a prosaic reason for the existence of numbers stations, but, trust me, your hackles will rise if you ever chance upon one out of the blue.
That night, I hit on a piece of a broadcast, a voice, startlingly clear, for a second, then gone the next. Smiling, I settled myself in to guide it back out of the fuzz. And then the cat started rubbing up against me, stretching out a paw and meowing for attention. I hadn’t seen her in a couple of days, so I set the radio on the table, picked her up and put her in my lap to gave her a good, solid rub-down.
I call her “the cat” because she's a stray who started coming around the yard about three years ago. She was so skinny and ragged-looking I'd taken to putting out bowls of cat food and water for her. It wasn’t long before she'd set foot indoors when it was cold or wet, or when she simply wanted attention. I never named her, because I figured one day she’d never show up again, and I didn’t want to feel any attachment to her after she was gone.
All the attention I gave her, of course, ruined the emotional distance I aimed to establish in the first place. And as the years rolled on, my affection for her grew. It tickled me, too, that I was the only person in the world she seemed to like. She'd hiss, run, and hide, or start pawing at the door to go outside when company came over. Once, a woman who considered herself a "cat-whisperer" try to entice the cat out from under the sofa, convinced she could bring the hissing little brute around to her way of seeing things. She left with a bruised ego and a scratched wrist. The moment the door closed behind her the cat jumped purring into my lap, everything right with the world again—could I help but feel flattered?
The wind's steady persistence in battering the house began to grow notably in force. I continued the stroke the cat, who submitted to my ministrations for a full minute until something caught her attention. Without preamble, she twisted herself upright and leapt onto the floor. There, she sniffed at the air, perked her ears eagerly forward, and then, with cautious, deliberate steps, slinked tentatively toward a corner of the house by the front door.
By now, my eyes had grown used to the dimness. I rose from the couch and strolled around the room, blowing out every other candle. Waste not, want not. As I snuffed the one I’d place on the sill of the window that looks out onto the backyard, I swore.
There was a crack in the glass, a streak of silver bisecting the pane diagonally from the upper corner on one side all the way down to the lower corner on the other.
I shook my head. The glass was finished. I supposed I ought to consider myself lucky that half of it hadn’t fallen out and shattered across the floor.
I looked more closely. The ragged bottom half of the glass was speckled with dried and dusty raindrops, the dark night behind it turning it into a dim mirror that reflected the last flame of the four-wick candle on the table. And yet the upper half was so clear it seemed I must be looking through a open gap in the window.
But that was impossible. If the top half of the pane was gone, the gales outside would be howling in my ears and rain-soak gusts of wind would be smacking me around the face and neck.
I raise my hand and traced two fingertips from the lower, dirty part of the pane upward over the crack, and then took two involuntary steps backward, rubbing the tips with my thumb.
I had expected to confirm the optical illusion for what it was as I passed my fingers upward. I expected to find that the upper part of the pane had been slightly dislodged and was tilted at an angle to the window frame, causing the light to hit either section at different angles which would, I supposed, account for illusion of a broken window.
But that’s not what my fingertips found.
Instead, they traced smooth, unbroken glass. No crack. No sharp edges. No broken angles. Just a windowpane in perfectly good shape. And yet, at the same time, there was something else, just above the image of the crack. Something I perceived for quick instant, something that brushed along the whorls of my fingers, very subtly.
It was the sharp, ragged edge of broken glass. What I felt was a gap in the pane. A hairsbreadth above that, I felt a hot, a very hot, a side-of-the-oven-hot breeze sting the tips of my fingers.
I rubbed the side of my thumb against the tips of my fingers, the tingle of that burn cooling to a steel wool scrub before finally settling into a sensation of pins-and-needles. I couldn't doubt that I'd actually felt the sharp touch of ragged glass, the brief scald of impossibly hot wind. Heat or no, broken glass is certainly what my eyes were telling me I ought to have touched. But then I couldn't doubt I'd also traced my fingers of a smooth, cool plane of unbroken glass.
My mind wrestled with the sensations, and with the impossible sight of the broken/not-broken window. Like a double-image on a warped film loop, each condition seemed superimposed upon the other; one would rise to clarity and cancel the other, and then process would reverse.
I shook my head, grasping for some sort of focus that would allow me to understand both at the same time, but a sudden thump from behind shook me from my trance.
By now, the room was nearly settled in the glow of the heavy, quadruple-wicked candle resting on top of the coffee table. Beyond it, the cat had found something under a small side table just outside the foyer. Her tail was straight up in the air, and I saw her back legs and shoulders straining as she struggled to drag her prize out into the room.
With a final, solid tug, she managed wrench it out of the shadows and into the light. I doubted what I saw and grabbed the Mag-Lite from the coffee table, aimed it at the cat, and snapped on the beam.
The moment the light illuminated the floor, the cat skittered backward onto her rump. She gave a yowl of surprise and frustration, but was immediately back on her feet and sniffing around where her prize had been.
She couldn't find it. I couldn't see it any more. It was gone. The moment the Mag-Lite beam illuminated it, it seemed to have just vanished. I swept the beam back and forth across the length of the baseboards. Nothing. But that mystery took second place for the moment to the mystery of the thing I had seen—or thought I had seen—clenched in the cat's teeth as she tried to wrestle it out into the open.
It had looked like a hunk of meat, of freshly cut pork flank, the kind of thing I prepare at the plant myself. Red and raw at one end, white bone cleanly severed in the center, wrapped in pale, loose sack of pigskin.
I know what you're thinking, but trust me: I am not the kind of guy who brings his work home with him. And even if I were, I wouldn't let hank of raw meat lay around in my living room under various and sundry pieces of furniture.
On the radio, a blast of clarity through the static startled me. It was the clear voice a woman speaking in the emotionless, no-nonsense tones of a newscaster. At first, I took no notice of her words because something on the wall, mid-height above the small table that had housed the cat's lost prize, caught my attention.
Flat and rectangular, like a medium-sized painting of a landscape or family portrait. I'd never place a single decoration on any wall in my house. But one hung there now. It was neither a landscape nor a portrait. It was a sign. White background with plane black lettering. It read:
Official LP Provider
Local 151
I didn't have to raise the Mag-Lite to read it. I might have thought that someone was playing a prank on me (and even if I had, it made no sense anyway; I mean, what the hell was an "LP Provider?"), but I knew that sign was not hanging on that wall when I came home; I knew the first time I'd seen it was by the glow of that weird four-pointed candle in the middle of my coffee table.
The wind was still battering the house. Spoken words were seeping into my consciousness. It was the voice of the woman on the radio, still droning her news report.
"On the tale of unconfirmed reports of hostiles southeast of Bakersfield, local militia plans to create a 'buffer zone' from the northern Kern County to southern Orange County—"
And by the off-kilter, warbling glow of that candle, I saw more. My living room had . . . distended. Normally, two people might be able to lie head-to-toe across the width of the floor, from the north wall to the south wall. Now, instead of a south wall, against which my television usually sat, stretched a length of concrete flooring, mottled and untidy as foundation laid bare after the carpet had been ripped up.
"—might soon march to the mayor's office with the intent to burn it down. The news contained in this dispatch has been re—"
It was as if the south wall had been knocked down, and I was seeing into the dining room and kitchen beyond. In fact, it was perfectly like that. The dimensions were the same, and the boards nailed to the wall on the far side would have covered the exact spot where the dining room window would—should—be. Instead of tables and chairs stood what looked like a pair of wheeled carts. The same sort of carts you see in hotels that the maids push loads of laundry from room to room. The bags held by the carts seemed to be made from a heavier, rougher material, like burlap. Dark stains spotted the sides of the material, and drenched the bottom. To the right of these carts, in place of the off-white ceramic tiles that made up the surfaces of the counters in the kitchen, stood, instead, stainless-steel cutting tables. And behind and against the west wall, instead of the stout window and the door to the porch, stood two tall, wide stainless-steel doors of what could only be a pair of refrigeration units.
"—clouds of chlorine gas continue to blow in from the southwest. Citizens are instructed to keep gas masks close at—"
These images seemed to be melting into my awareness, as if I were only seeing them after I discovered the absence of what I expected to find. As the images began to solidify, sounds began to accompany them, along with the droning voice of the radio's newswoman. And with these sounds, sensations.
The window blowing outside sounded louder, as though I were hearing it not through a buffer of walls and glass but directly as it invaded the interior of the house. Through broken windows, say. The wind had a sizzle to it, which I not only heard riding its gusts, but felt against my skin, tingling my arms and the side of my face. I felt it the pulling at my clothes and tossing my hair. The two push-carts squeaked as the wind rocked them gently on their wheels. The boards across the kitchen window rattled.
"—estimated thirty-six dead before the riot was brought under control—"
But above all this I heard another sound, a sound that was frightening for the very reason that it was so familiar. At first, I couldn't accept I was hearing it at all, that heavy, rhythmic, thump . . . thump . . . thump . . . because I had just left that sound behind, only a few hours earlier. In fact, I had be participating the making of that sound.
And as that rhythmic thumping began to push away nearly everything else in my awareness, I began to make out a figure in the kitchen area, among the cutting tables.
The figure's back was to me. Broad shoulders and thickly muscled arms. His head was bald, probably shaven. His arms and back were bare underneath the straps and buckles of a heavy leather smock. As I watched, his right hand, encased in a thick black glove, raised to shoulder height. The meat cleaver it held glistened from the process of his work. When the cleaver swiped down, quickly and expertly, upon his work on the table, my own muscles twitched in simpatico.
Thump . . .
. . . followed by a sharp, splintering crack. He pulled slick hank of meat from its place on the carcass, and slid it to the side. I looked exactly like the hunk of meat the cat had tried to wrestle out from under the side table.
"—in direct violation of Tri-County processing and consumption laws—"
By touch, I switched off the Mag-Lite. I didn't need it anymore, and the echo of its beam formed a dull circle in the center of my vision. I blinked it away, and then spotted the cat creeping toward the figure at the cutting table.
She sprung up onto the metal corner.
"—a mass grave containing no less than two dozen heads accompanied by stripped bones baring the marks of systematic dismemberment and defleshing, along with burn patterns indicative of exposure to flame while still covered with flesh—"
Meowing, she reached a paw out to bat at the figure's shoulder.
On the radio, the newswoman's was replaced by the slightly more pleasant, if as strictly no-nonsense tones, of a man's.
"This is a public notice. LP foodstuff is available legally only from licensed providers."
The figure at the cutting table place the cleaver on the table, then turned to face the cat. His movements were slow, deliberate. The dim light of the room brought the striated flesh of his right cheek and arm into relief.
"Purchase, production and possession of LP foodstuff not approved by established local authorities will result in penalties."
He turned and gazed at the cat for a moment. Then his arm—his butchering arm—began to rise toward the animal, who pawed playfully at his. He pulled the thick glove from his hand, reached around the back of the cat's head, the fingers closing.
"Cat . . . ," I tried calling, but my voice came on a dry whisper.
The cat arched her back. The figure began to stroke her behind the ears. The cat—the same cat who ran and hid when strangers entered the house, who hissed at and clawed and hated everyone in the world but me—rubbed her check up lovingly inside the figure's arm. Even from where I stood I could hear her deep, devoted purrs.
"These penalties may include fines, loss of all meal rights, loss of property, corporeal punishment and community expulsion, and summary execution."
The figure turned. He looked directly at me. The motion was deliberate, guided, as if he needn't wonder whether or not I might be there or to search to see if I was there but rather to find me where I stood.
Even with his face in full view, neither his age--the striations that criss-crossed his skin hid any crow's-feet at the corners of his eyes or sags hidden at his jowls--nor his intention revealed itself to me. My shock, and the light from that four-crowned candlelight, smothered everything except those scars, and the sharp, intelligent--and maybe somewhat wild--gleam in his eyes.
I stepped backward.
He did not blink. He did not twitch.
He simply sprang.
"Public militia, local and county authorities thank you for your compliance and good citizenry."
The hand that had been petting the cat, the hand that before had clenched a cleaver to butcher meat, now stretched out toward me. He was heavier than I am, but there must have been tight muscles under that mass, because his work boots clap in quick succession across the concrete floor as he closed the distance between us. I heard his voice rise in a gravel baritone. The words I fathomed only later.
His movement revealed the work splayed across the stainless steel surface of the cutting table. I saw what it was.
I twisted to run. My shin barked into the coffee table. I pitched forward, sprawling, my knee coming down hard on the table's edge. The radio flopped facedown. The candle rocked on its base. Liquid wax splashed in the melted divots. One after the other flames winked out. I scrambled for balance, jarring the table again with an elbow, causing the final flame to gutter, and saw a second candle, superimposed over the first, occupying the exact same space. This one was shorter by half. It sported only one wick; all the others had burned away.
The final flame of both candles guttered in precise tandem and winked out together.
There's really not much else to tell after that. I scrambled around in the dark, expecting every second to deliver of a pair of strong hands clasping my throat. When I found the Mag-Lite, I immediately swung it around like a club hoping to bludgeon the attacker who was certainly mere inches away from my murder. And when it arched on thin air, I played its beam back and forth across the walls. I found only my small tidy living room marked by a spilled dead candle spreading chilled splashes of candle wax across the surface of my coffee table. There were no cutting tables in place of the kitchen table, no wheeled carts, no profane meats, and no freezers to preserve them.
The cat hasn't come home in months. When I need evidence against my own doubts about what I experienced that night, I strike my lighter and hold the flame near one of the wicks of that four-crowned candle. I've never been able to bring myself to light it.
I will, though, one day, I suppose. One day when things have gotten so terrible, I'll start lighting each wick, one at a time--waste not want not--and I'll let each burn down until there's only one left to light. I'll watch each burn, and I won't challenge them; I think I may hope for them to burn faster.
I miss the cat. Stupid, I guess, and yet I do. But then I guess we'll be seeing each other again, eventually.
And I'll need her. When the time is at hand, I will need her to give me presence of mind, because I will need to fight against panic and desperation.
I will remember what the figure yelled at me as he lunged wildly at me, arms outstretched, hands clutching. But not for me.
I must let his words echo in my head every day until I call those words myself:
Please ! The candle! Don't let it go out!
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2020.05.27 01:54 Bilgebum The Search for Master Shang — Chapter 35 [TSfMS C35]

Chapter 1 here.
Chapter 34 here.
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Yune heaved and pushed against the block, yet she might have fared better trying to move Mount Jiangshan. Sweat, tears, and ash ran down her face in black rivulets, and blisters had sprouted on her hands and arms. Still, she drew in another lung-scorching breath for one more try. For her adoptive uncle. Ruiting was lying on his back, gasping in pain. He could move, but only slowly, and carefully. Unable to bear seeing him in that state, Yune pressed her palms against the charred block and heaved. She had failed Parodhi; she wouldn't fail Ruiting!
"Aargh!" She felt something tear in her throat from that scream. But the block had shifted a little, hadn't it? A burning chunk of wood fell through the trapdoor, narrowly missing her arm. She didn't flinch. She had no time to worry about any of that. She could be on fire herself, and it wouldn't matter to her so long as she could move the stupid thing.
Move it did, just then, spinning away with tremendous force. Yune stared upward, bewildered, as a tanned face appeared, seemingly wreathed by fire. Yune's lips quivered; she was soon wailing as Sidhu's strong hands pulled her up. She didn't even notice the deathly heat as she sank against the woman. Sidhu's robes were charred with blackened holes all over. Her face was smudged with soot, and the tips of her hair were smoking, yet Yune had never seen anyone more beautiful.
"Uncle!" she croaked, cringing as she saw the orange-red flames around them and realized for the first time just how dire their situation was. "Hurry, Uncle!"
Sidhu made to descend into the cellar, but Ruiting had pushed himself up using the sword. Now he hobbled up the stairs, steel etched into his features. He took Sidhu's hand, allowing her to hoist him up.
"They have surrounded us," Sidhu rasped, picking up her weapon before shoving them toward the back entrance, where the fire had eaten a hole in the wall. "Stay close to me."
Then she whirled her weapon and charged outside. Yune, guiding Ruiting in the nomad's wake, gasped when a whisper of cool air touched her face. For a split second, she felt as if the world had become right once more. Then she saw the row of waiting bandits, waving their weapons and laughing as if they hadn't just burned an honest man's home down.
That laughter vanished when Sidhu, still trailing tendrils of smoke, crashed into them. A single arc of her spear-blade sent blood spraying. Reversing her momentum, she slammed the crescent blade into a bandit's belly, opening up a bloody smile that his entrails poured from. While they were occupied with her, Yune and Ruiting shuffled away, as far from the fight as they could go in the garden. She knew, however, that it would only be a temporary reprieve. Soon, one of the bandits would go around Sidhu, and she would be forced to fight, despite trembling arms and clattering knees.
Until then, though, she knew they could count on Sidhu. The nomad vaulted over three bandits who tried to skewer her with short spears. As they were still puzzling over her disappearance, she lopped their heads off. Already, she'd killed six, but more were streaming into the garden. Xingxiang herself strolled in, looking enraged. Then she spied Yune, and her lips curled. While her bandits went after Sidhu, she began to stalk toward Yune and Ruiting.
"Nowhere left to run, little girl," she said.
Yune scrambled to stand between her and a wheezing Ruiting, then presented her fists to the bandit leader. "You'll have to go through me."
Xingxiang's smile widened. "Wouldn't have it any other way."
*
Bazelong took a step off the railing, landing lightly and opening his fan at the same time. Guanqiang backed away a step, narrowing his eyes. He'd been surprised to see the sponsor fight earlier, but he wasn't afraid. He was a Master of the Dojo. Bazelong had to be feeling confident to challenge him alone.
"Look, I'm just here for my money," Bazelong said. "Give it to me, and I'll be out of your marvelous hair in a jiffy."
"Sorry," Guanqiang said. "It's forfeit. For damages suffered, you understand."
Bazelong rolled his eyes. "I should never have bothered with this stupid Trial."
His fan darted from his hand. Guanqiang deflected it with his spear, just barely. Bazelong came on, gripping and maneuvering the fan by its tassel. He sliced and slashed, and Guanqiang poked and prodded, doing his best to keep those damned spiked ribs from his face. Along the balcony they want, Guanqiang steadily yielding ground, until they came to a turning.
He leaped onto the railing, stabbing with his spear at the same time. Bazelong swerved out of the way, but it gave Guanqiang the chance to scurry closer, still on the railing, and sweep the spear at his waist. The fan met it halfway, turning it aside, though Guanqiang followed with a jumping double kick that Bazelong was forced to roll from. A missed strike from his spear opened up a crack in the balcony floor, but thinking fast, he whipped it outward, throwing splinters at Bazelong. Predictably, the man spread his fan open in front of his face, blocking every last piece—but blinding himself.
Guanqiang pumped the spear with lightning speed at Bazelong's belly. This time, it connected. The tip pierced the thin fabric of Bazelong's gown, and he was about to celebrate the mortal wound ...
... when Bazelong spun a full circle in the air, almost like a bird taking flight, and landed just off to the side of the spear. The boldness of Guanqiang's strike had carried him forward before he could stop himself, and he could only brace as Bazelong's leg, arcing through the air, slammed into his chest.
The blow sent him crashing through the wooden walls of a guest room. As he scrambled from the wreckage, wincing, Bazelong stalked inside, fingering the rip in his gown, wearing an expression of utmost distaste. No trace of blood, Guanqiang noted with disappointment.
"This cost me more than you can ever imagine," Bazelong hissed.
"Oh, I can," Guanqiang said, flourishing his spear. "I've got one that I use as a foot towel."
Whatever you're doing, Raidou, hurry up! he thought as Bazelong flew at him. This wasn't the plan!
*
The guard rolled on top of Zenmao, thrust his knife down. It scored a stinging line on Zenmao's left cheek, along the ridge of bone, and plunged into the dirt. He reacted by grabbing the guard's collar and tugging. His forehead went up at the same time, meeting the man's nose with a crunch. Then a second time, and a third. He hurled the dazed guard off, then rolled aside just in time to dodge a club aimed at his head.
Clamping his hands around this second attacker's ankle, he wrenched her to the ground. Then he lunged, landing a punch on her face, catching his knuckles on her teeth hard enough to cut his skin. She scratched his arm. He punched her again.
The male guard slashed drunkenly at him, but missed. Zenmao hunched, using his body to pin the woman's arms down, and the man tripped over him to sprawl on the other side. Zenmao kicked him in the face, then dove away from the woman, having spotted his sword. Snatching it up, he faced them again just as the female guard charged.
A rock struck her head, throwing her off course. Zenmao chopped her legs out from under her, then whirled on the thrower. It was merely Shina, the last person standing in this little cloistered garden. Not all their enemies were dead, but even those who weren't would be no threat. All except one—she nodded at the male guard, and Zenmao strolled over to him.
"I surrender," he said hurriedly when he saw the point of Zenmao's blade hovering over his chest.
"Swear on your honor, and your ancestors' honor."
"I swear it." The man took big, gulping breaths, looking around. "Which hellish pit did the two of you come from?"
Shaking his head, Zenmao left him there and rejoined Shina, who was in the midst of tearing off her now-ragged sleeves to use as bandages for the numerous shallow cuts on both her arms. Someone must have hit her face again, what with the blood trickling from her still-swollen nose. Still, he thought she hid her discomfort well, and reached out to help with the bandages.
"It's all right," she said softly, but she let him help with her left arm. "Tightly, please."
"Why don't you use a sword?"
"I'm ... bad with a sword." He was surprised to see her blush. "There's no correlation anyway. You use a sword, and you look a lot worse."
"You're the one with the onion bulb for a nose." She glared, a challenge to him to say more. He wisely refused. "I feel worse than I look, I'll be honest. And I don't know if it's over yet."
"We need to help Daiyata and Anpi," she said. Then she looked at the second floor. "Bazelong ... well, maybe not."
"Maybe not," he agreed.
"Look at the two of you." Raidou ambled into view, clapping his hands with deliberate slowness. "Well done, I say. It seems the Dojo did send me two worthy men, but I can't help feeling that I've gotten the inferior one."
Zenmao felt Shina stiffen, and she pulled away from him. "What's he doing here? Where's Daiyata?"
"He's a quanshi who can create copies of himself." Zenmao stepped forward, so that he was closer to Raidou than Shina was. "Your evil ends today, Raidou."
Shina matched Zenmao's stride. "Sure you don't want to give up? I don't care what sort of tricks you have; Daiyata'll be along shortly."
Raidou's laughter echoed through the silent building. "I want only the woman, Zenmao. Step aside and go back to the Old City, where you belong. There's no need for the Dojo to waste a talented Soldier like you."
Zenmao moved again. "Not happening." Once more, Shina joined his side. He whispered, "What are you doing? Your hands are in no condition for a fight. Let me handle this."
"He doesn't have a sword," she said. "Besides, if he's got a Copy with him, you'll need my help."
He had to admit it was a good point. He remembered his little late-night encounter with Raidou, that chilling sensation of being cornered by those three masks. That nightmare wouldn't recur, not this time. Not with an equally capable fighter next to him.
Raidou seemed to sense their resolve. He chuckled. "Come on, then. Time to see if I've been too lenient on our competitors."
Then he spun and walked away, to their confusion. Was this another Copy after all? Another trick to try and separate them? Were there more guards waiting just beyond the corridor for them? But those things didn't matter now; Zenmao looked at Shina, who nodded. Together, they took up the chase.
*
Thrown by Xingxiang like a doll, Yune hit the ground, and hit hard enough to taste blood. She curled up in a fetal position, hugging her ribs where the bandit had kicked her. Xingxiang brushed strands of Yune's hair from her hand, frowning.
"Where's the fight you showed against Qirong?" she said. Ruiting rose behind her, sword aloft. Without turning fully, she backhanded him back onto the grass. "Ironic. The famous blacksmith, unable to wield his own famous sword. I'll be taking it from you soon enough."
"Leave the girl be," he said.
"The Masters want her," Xingxiang said, pressing the cold flat of her blade against Yune's face. "Why should they get the best of everything though? It would be a waste to kill you. You've got spunk, and some talent. I can train you. I'll protect you from the Masters, and in return, I'll spare Ruiting. How about that?"
Yune felt a sting; warm blood ran down her cheek. "Go kiss a goat," she snarled.
"Pity. Good ones always die young." Yune felt the blade's edge rotate toward her.
"Sidhu!" Yune cried.
The nomad yelled in answer. She kicked a bandit aside, then planted her weapon into the ground in an attempt to vault over her enemies to reach Xingxiang. However, a bandit's club slammed into it. Sidhu went tumbling back to the earth, and was soon lost to Yune's sight behind the trampling feet of bandits.
"No Sidhu this time," Xingxiang said.
"Xingxiang!" roared a man framed by the circular entrance to the garden.
Illuminated by the flames, he looked like a corpse arisen. His clothes were sodden, and not just with water. Blood oozed from a ragged wound on his chest. His face bore an almost spectral sheen, and his rictus caused goosebumps to rise on Yune's skin. She recognized him; he'd come to their house with Zenmao.
He took a step toward her, hands stretched. "Reporting for duty," he snarled.
Xingxiang shoved Yune away with her shoe, then planted herself before the bandit. "Tienxing. When I cut you, it was a command to die."
"Death's a fickle bitch, but not as much as you," he said, coughing wetly.
The bandit leader's face tightened, and she aimed a descending chop at his head. His hands shot up, curling into claws. The blade was an inch from parting his crown when his fingertips slammed into either side of it, stopping it dead. Scowling, Xingxiang strained. Her sword didn't budge.
"Never thought ... I'd see ... the Iron Tiger used against me," she said. "Give up and die!"
The sword came down, parting only air, and sank deeply into the dirt. Tienxing, who'd jumped back, now leaped forward. As she tried to pull the sword free, he drove his fist into her left arm twice in rapid succession. There came a snap, like a twig breaking, and Xingxiang screamed. She hefted the sword around with her good arm, catching Tienxing in the ribs with the flat. The breath knocked out of him, he fell and nearly landed on Ruiting.
"You bastard," Xingxiang said breathlessly.
She chopped at him; he barely sprang aside in time. This time, he didn't get far enough; she slashed sideways, carving another line into his midsection that intersected with the first wound. As he stumbled, Yune dragged herself across the ground toward Xingxiang. She had to hold the woman back, slow her down before she killed Tienxing, before she killed everyone ... where was Sidhu?
"Why won't you die!" Xingxiang hacked and hacked, while Tienxing jumped this way and that just to evade her.
"Bandit, use this!" Ruiting stood, throwing the sword at Tienxing, whose eyes went wide when he saw the weapon spinning through the air at him. Xingxiang screamed, charging, but Tienxing snagged it out of the air when he came out of a roll, with one knee still on the ground. Xingxiang's sword swung at his head once more, only to clang against an unwavering edge. The sword's nine rings jingled as Tienxing, arms shaking from the exertion, pushed back against Xingxiang's weapon.
Even if she'd had two good hands, Yune doubted that Xingxiang would have been able to match Tienxing's strength. With a guttural cry, he shoved her off-balance. Shock registered on her expression for a single heartbeat as he swept the sword diagonally across her body.
Yune scrabbled back right before Xingxiang's body split apart, blood gushing from the two halves. Just like that, the rage faded from Tienxing's face, and he stared at the corpse with a look of melancholy. "Sorry, boss," he whispered.
The sword dropped from his fingers, and he fell flat on top of Xingxiang's bottom half. Yune winced, reaching out, but a shadow fell upon her. One of the bandits had slipped away from the fight with Sidhu. He had an arm in a sling, and carried a spear. His crazed eyes darted from Xingxiang to Yune, and he screeched. The spear rose into the air, its tip glinting from the firelight, then streaked for her throat.
*
The paper wall burst like a blooming flower when Guanqiang flew through it, landing hard enough to shatter a low wooden table. He scrambled off the expensive kindling, swinging his spear to parry Bazelong's fan strike. Bazelong's leg swooped in, and Guanqiang had to bring his spear back in to block.
"I wouldn't pay you a single chien after this!" he spat, staring at the destruction left in their wake—broken walls and broken furniture belonging to six adjacent rooms.
Bazelong spun into a kick that forced Guanqiang to roll away, but he saw the feint too late—Bazelong quick-stepped, double-kicked, left and right. Guanqiang blocked the first with the spear, then caught the second on his arm. Though the impact numbed his entire limb, he lunged, attempting to bash Bazelong with the pole.
That infuriating fan opened up, stopping his attack cold. He tried a sweeping kick that Bazelong hopped over, then a strike from the spear's butt, but that bounced off the metal fan. Growling, he attacked with full aggression, dispensing with strategy, with conscious thought. It seemed to have the desired effect; where Bazelong had been evading every blow, he was now forced to intercept not just with the fan, but with his own limbs.
He grinned as Bazelong's expression took on shades of annoyance. Good. Guess you're not as unflappable as you look. Let's see how you dance out of this.
He planted the spear on the floor, hoisted himself into the air, and launched a triple-kick that landed on Bazelong's arm and staggered him. An opening! Crowing in triumph, he kicked low—not quite the finisher that Bazelong would have been expecting, but a move to help him seize an opening. True to form, Bazelong brought his fan down to block—only for Guanqiang to retract that leg and plant a solid kick with the other on the man's chest.
Bazelong reeled with a cry of pain and surprise. Now for the true finisher; deftly, Guanqiang reversed the spear, then thrust it toward the man's navel.
Somehow, Bazelong jumped up in the neck of time, legs spread open so that the spear passed harmlessly between and beneath them. He brought them back under him to land on the spear in a crouch, driving it onto the ground. He shot Guanqiang a smirk that revealed his earlier reaction to be a fakeout when the spear snapped in two under the weight. A sense of despair overcame a stumbling Guanqiang even as Bazelong flipped the front half of the spear into the air with the tip of his foot.
Mesmerized, Guanqiang watched the spear spin end over end ... then Bazelong kicked the stub end and launched it toward him like a dart.
Pure reflex saved his life; the spear tip buried itself in the remaining length of pole that Guanqiang raised in defence. He let out a single bark of nervous laughter.
Steel flashed across his vision, and his neck was suddenly lit on fire. He touched the tear in his flesh, and confusion turned to horror as the fire gushed over his fingers, down his chest. He looked at his red-stained hands, at the red-stained tips of Bazelong's fan, and finally at Bazelong's pointy-toothed smile.
I'm sorry, brother, he thought, as the darkness came and took the burning away.
*
Chapter 36 here.
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2020.04.01 14:01 LChris24 Tug spy female

One of my favorite things about the title of the series is the numerous meanings that it could refer to. Not only the duality of ice/fire but also characters who exhibit both (Jon Snow, among others) and the "sources of magic" that they are, as well as the religions and fantastic cryptids that come from each.
In this post, I just wanted to discuss some of the mentions of "ice and fire" throughout the series
Examples Sticks on Drogo's funeral pyre
The first true mention occurs in AGOT wrt Drogo's funeral pyre:

The third level of the platform was woven of branches no thicker than a finger, and covered with dry leaves and twigs. They laid them north to south, from ice to fire, and piled them high with soft cushions and sleeping silks. The sun had begun to lower toward the west by the time they were done. Dany called the Dothraki around her. Fewer than a hundred were left. How many had Aegon started with? she wondered. It did not matter. -AGOT, Daenerys X
Meera/Jojen oath
"I swear it by earth and water," said the boy in green.
"I swear it by bronze and iron," his sister said.
"We swear it by ice and fire," they finished together. -ACOK, Bran III
and:
Meera took Bran by the hand. "If we stay here, troubling no one, you'll be safe until the war ends. You will not learn, though, except what my brother can teach you, and you've heard what he says. If we leave this place to seek refuge at Last Hearth or beyond the Wall, we risk being taken. You are only a boy, I know, but you are our prince as well, our lord's son and our king's true heir. We have sworn you our faith by earth and water, bronze and iron, ice and fire. The risk is yours, Bran, as is the gift. The choice should be yours too, I think. We are your servants to command." She grinned. "At least in this." -ASOS, Bran I
Cat with a possible meta comment about ice/fire
"Send my daughters back unharmed?" Catelyn smiled sadly. "There is a sweet innocence about you, child. I could wish . . . but no. Robb will avenge his brothers. Ice can kill as dead as fire. Ice was Ned's greatsword. Valyrian steel, marked with the ripples of a thousand foldings, so sharp I feared to touch it. Robb's blade is dull as a cudgel compared to Ice. It will not be easy for him to get Theon's head off, I fear. The Starks do not use headsmen. Ned always said that the man who passes the sentence should swing the blade, though he never took any joy in the duty. But I would, oh, yes." She stared at her scarred hands, opened and closed them, then slowly raised her eyes. "I've sent him wine." -ACOK, Catelyn VII
The Wall
There are numerous examples of sunlight, fire, shadows on the Wall:
The heat of the fires was making the Wall weep, and the flames danced and shimmered against the ice. The steps shook to the footsteps of men running for their lives. -ASOS, Jon VII
and:
The huge carcass of a dead mammoth partially blocked the way. One of the beast's tusks snagged his cloak and tore it as he edged past. Three more giants lay outside, half buried beneath stone and slush and hardened pitch. He could see where the fire had melted the Wall, where great sheets of ice had come sloughing off in the heat to shatter on the blackened ground. He looked up at where they'd come from. When you stand here it seems immense, as if it were about to crush you. -ASOS, Jon VIII
and:
A wind swirled against the Wall, tugging at his cloak. He could feel the cold coming off the ice the way heat comes off a fire. Jon pulled up his hood and began to walk again. -ASOS, Jon XII
and:
Jon Snow turned away. The last light of the sun had begun to fade. He watched the cracks along the Wall go from red to grey to black, from streaks of fire to rivers of black ice. Down below, Lady Melisandre would be lighting her nightfire and chanting, Lord of Light, defend us, for the night is dark and full of terrors. -ADWD, Jon XI
There are numerous other references to the wall/fire and people using fire around ice, etc. I cut most of them for spacing, but feel free to address any particular instance you enjoy.
Rhaegar speaking to Elia
Rhaegar says this to Elia (confirmed by GRRM) while looking at Dany:
"He has a song," the man replied. "He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire." He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany's, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door. "There must be one more," he said, though whether he was speaking to her or the woman in the bed she could not say. "The dragon has three heads." He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way. -ACOK, Daenerys IV
and:
Dany could not let it go. "His is the song of ice and fire, my brother said. I'm certain it was my brother. Not Viserys, Rhaegar. He had a harp with silver strings.
"Prince Aegon was Rhaegar's heir by Elia of Dorne," Ser Jorah said. "But if he was this prince that was promised, the promise was broken along with his skull when the Lannisters dashed his head against a wall."
"I remember," Dany said sadly. "They murdered Rhaegar's daughter as well, the little princess. Rhaenys, she was named, like Aegon's sister. There was no Visenya, but he said the dragon has three heads. What is the song of ice and fire?"
"It's no song I've ever heard."-ACOK, Daenerys V
The Undying
. . . the shape of shadows . . . morrows not yet made . . . drink from the cup of ice . . . drink from the cup of fire. -ACOK Daenerys IV
The Others
The Other's sword gleamed with a faint blue glow. It moved toward Grenn, lightning quick, slashing. When the ice blue blade brushed the flames, a screech stabbed Sam's ears sharp as a needle. The head of the torch tumbled sideways to vanish beneath a deep drift of snow, the fire snuffed out at once. -ASOS, Samwell I
More Meta
"Why can't it be both?" Meera reached up to pinch his nose.
"Because they're different," he insisted. "Like night and day, or ice and fire."
"If ice can burn," said Jojen in his solemn voice, "then love and hate can mate. Mountain or marsh, it makes no matter. The land is one." -ASOS, Bran II
Melisandre and duality
"The way the world is made. The truth is all around you, plain to behold. The night is dark and full of terrors, the day bright and beautiful and full of hope. One is black, the other white. There is ice and there is fire. Hate and love. Bitter and sweet. Male and female. Pain and pleasure. Winter and summer. Evil and good." She took a step toward him. "Death and life. Everywhere, opposites. Everywhere, the war." -ASOS, Davos III
and:
With a smile and swirl of scarlet skirts, she was gone. Only her scent lingered after. That, and the torch. Davos lowered himself to the floor of the cell and wrapped his arms about his knees. The shifting torchlight washed over him. Once Melisandre's footsteps faded away, the only sound was the scrabbling of rats. Ice and fire, he thought. Black and white. Dark and light. Davos could not deny the power of her god. He had seen the shadow crawling from Melisandre's womb, and the priestess knew things she had no way of knowing. She saw my purpose in her flames. It was good to learn that Salla had not sold him, but the thought of the red woman spying out his secrets with her fires disquieted him more than he could say. And what did she mean when she said that I had served her god and would serve him again? He did not like that either. -ASOS, Davos III
Davos is going to serve R'hllor again.
Possible Foreshadowing a Death in Flames
"Fire is a cruel way to die. Dalla died to give this child life, but you have nourished him, cherished him. You saved your own boy from the ice. Now save hers from the fire." -ADWD, Jon II
Stannis/Lightbringer
This could probably go under the Wall or Mel/Davos section, but the false Lightbringer made it stand out to me:
The sword glowed red and yellow and orange, alive with light. Jon had seen the show before … but not like this, never before like this. Lightbringer was the sun made steel. When Stannis raised the blade above his head, men had to turn their heads or cover their eyes. Horses shied, and one threw his rider. The blaze in the fire pit seemed to shrink before this storm of light, like a small dog cowering before a larger one. The Wall itself turned red and pink and orange, as waves of color danced across the ice. Is this the power of king's blood? -ADWD, Jon III
Tempering of a Sword
"Cruelly, I have no doubt. When a smith makes a sword, he thrusts the blade into the fire, beats on it with a hammer, then plunges it into iced water to temper the steel. If you would savor the sweet taste of the fruit, you must water the tree." -ADWD, Daenerys III
Jon's Dream
Burning shafts hissed upward, trailing tongues of fire. Scarecrow brothers tumbled down, black cloaks ablaze. "Snow," an eagle cried, as foemen scuttled up the ice like spiders. Jon was armored in black ice, but his blade burned red in his fist. As the dead men reached the top of the Wall he sent them down to die again. He slew a greybeard and a beardless boy, a giant, a gaunt man with filed teeth, a girl with thick red hair. Too late he recognized Ygritte. She was gone as quick as she'd appeared.
The world dissolved into a red mist. Jon stabbed and slashed and cut. He hacked down Donal Noye and gutted Deaf Dick Follard. Qhorin Halfhand stumbled to his knees, trying in vain to staunch the flow of blood from his neck. "I am the Lord of Winterfell," Jon screamed. It was Robb before him now, his hair wet with melting snow. Longclaw took his head off. Then a gnarled hand seized Jon roughly by the shoulder. He whirled … -ADWD, Jon XII
Super Meta
It may not always be so. As this history has shown, the world has seen many ages. Many thousands of years have passed from the Dawn Age to today. Castles have risen and fallen, as have kingdoms. Crofters have been born, grown to work the fields, and died of age or mishap or illness, leaving behind children to do the same. Princes have been born, grown to wear a crown, and died in war or bed or tourney, leaving behind reigns great, forgettable, or reviled. The world has known ice in the Long Night, and it has known fire in the Doom. From the Frozen Shore to Asshai-by-the-Shadow, this world of ice and fire has revealed a rich and glorious history—although there is much yet to be discovered. If more fragments of Maester Gyldayn's manuscript are located—or if other such incomparable treasures (at least to the maesters' eyes) are uncovered—more of our ignorance may be sponged away. But one thing can be said with certainty. As the next thousand years unfold—and the thousands beyond that—many more will be born, and live, and die. And history will continue to unfold, as strange and complex and compelling as what my humble pen was able to lay before you here. -TWOIAF, The Glorious Reign
The Pact of Ice and Fire
We have earlier discussed House Stark's role in the Dance of the Dragons. Let it be added that Lord Cregan Stark reaped many rewards for his loyal support of King Aegon III...even if it was not a royal princess marrying into his family, as had been agreed in the Pact of Ice and Fire made when the doomed prince Jacaerys Velaryon had flown to Winterfell upon his dragon. -TWOIAF, The North: The Lords of Winterfell
Obviously there more examples that tend to be implied more than actually stated in the text, but my focus with this post was the passages where the actual wording/imagery existed (if that makes sense).
TLDR: The series is littered with examples of textual places where ice/fire meet or are referred to.
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2020.03.20 00:08 IndigoKookaburra Female spy tug

A work of fiction by u/thebrutalistboi. Corroborated with me

There was the smell of petrol… and a lot of pain. So much pain.
Wait…
There’s a voice.
It’s getting louder.
“Hey.”
His eyes open slightly and he sees red. Wait no, it’s a red sky… that’s weird… there are dark shadows lining his vision.
There’s a figure moving above him. Is that where the voice is from?
“Alex.”
Alex? Who’s Alex?
“Alexander!”
Oh wait, that’s him.
His eyes focus and his winces feeling light on them, the figure above him can be made out.
A… dog? It’s grey. It has white irises and red sclera… Short hair on its head too… It has burnt clothing on too, strange… wait why is it over him?
“Oi! Alexander!” The dog is talking…? Wait a damn minute, the fucking dog is talking!
Immediately he sits up and moves back frantically seeing the talking dog close to him “HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!”
“Mate, it's me Brandon.”
“The fuck you are!”
“No! Serious, I am Brandon!”
“Since when is Brandon a talking dog?!”
“I’m a wolf.”
“That doesn’t change anything!”
“Look… you should be Alexander; you have the haircut.”
“I am Alexander!” Alexander yells then registers what the wolf had said. “How do you know that?!”
“Because I’m Brandon!”
Alexander crosses his arms and leans away as the wolf gets closer. Sure, he sounds like Brandon, but then again, many people sound like Brandon “Prove it.”
“The first time you got drunk you mistook me for-”
“Okay! You’re Brandon!” Alexander feels his face go red and he uncrosses his arms to pull his hair in anxiousness. Only Brandon knows of that night. What is going on? What is this place? Why is there so much red? And blood? But more importantly… “Mate, why the fuck are you a furry?”
“How the fuck should I know?!” Brandon is not happy, definitely Brandon. The Wolf pulls Alexander up by the shirt “I woke up like this! You’re not looking any better!”
“Okay… calm down…” Alexander gently unwinds the fingers… or toe beans? From his shirt. He stands a little wobbly but he gets used to it and notices his tattered and burnt clothing… did the bus explode? No… it rolled over… many… many… times… wait, his hands are pale and thin, and what’s that black line swirling around. Is there something wrong with him too? He looks around this little space in between buildings for a mirror then sees three more bodies on the floor “Who are they?”
“Aww, come on, Alex, you don’t recognise your friends?” Brandon asks sarcastically and both loom over the three bodies. “Who’s who, I wonder…”
The first body is… is a cat? Yeah, he looks like a Siamese cat, the regular old black and white pattern; black face, black paws, black tail, white body; but with curly long hair and fur, fluffy and soft looking. And he’s wearing similar clothing to both Alexander and Brandon… Wait… he knows that haircut. This same old Metallica cut, only Sam would have it. Wonder why he’s a cat? Wonder if this is really Sam.
The next body is an orange spider? What a freaky looking thing. He looks fluffy, and his fur’s colour ranges from pumpkin to fire orange depending on the areas of his body. He has red spots too, dotting around his body in a random flurry. His clothes, like the Cat’s, are similar to his and the Wolf’s. He also looks pretty tall, too… and his hair. It’s kind of spiky and fluffy, it’s long too. Like Jackson’s Kid scene style – wait… Well he’s an idiot, isn’t he? Who knew Jackson would turn into a spider?
The final body. This guy’s a pretty damn colourful looking dragon thing. He’s a bright turquoise but he has lemon yellow scales rimming his eyes and tipping his tail. It’s weird, but it’s kind of cool? Again, wearing similar clothes to the rest. And being a giant lizard thing, he doesn’t really have hair, which would be confusing because why would a reptilian thing have hair? Wait, if the other two are Jackson and Sam, is this Hector?
“Hey, why isn’t he a furry?” Alexander asks pointing to who he assumed is Hector while Brandon shrugs and kicks all three awake. Was that necessary? All three groan and Alexander watches as the Spider sits up and rubs his orange eyes, he looks up at both Alexander and Brandon and yells. The other two sit up immediately and see each other, they yell as well. A Normal reaction.
“Shut up!” Brandon yells louder and immediately the three go silent. This silence is both awkward and heavy.
Alexander plays with his long hair to ease his feeling of dread and notices the purple tips. Strange, he doesn’t remember dying his hair. Then again, he doesn’t remember his friends minus one being furries.
“Okay, now that we’re all quiet and listening…” Brandon sighs and holds his nose looking even more irritated “I’m Brandon.”
Alexander looks to the three and instantly they were going to yell again like he did, but Brandon’s glare keeps them in line. In all his life, Alexander has never been so calm in a situation as freaky as this, and seeing Brandon… the Wolf, glare down a giant Spider, a fucking dragon and a huge cat into submission is something to see.
“Yeah, I know, it’s unreal. But, trust me, you should all see yourselves.” Brandon growls then looks to Alexander, who immediately jumps feeling the gaze on him. Brandon motions him over and Alexander does so hesitantly, what’s he going to do? Alexander is in arm’s length when Brandon reaches over his head and grabs something, Alexander is pulled over somehow and he feels Brandon’s… paw? On something on his head “This is Alexander.”
“I can see that, but…” The Cat’s voice sounds like Sam’s. Alexander looks over from his confusion and he sees… cat eyes. He doesn’t know what he expected. A cat that has cat eyes, who knew? But, more importantly, does he look that recognisable? “You’re…”
“You’re Brandon?” The Dragon asks sceptically, that’s Hector’s Voice. And Alexander looks into his… weird eyes. His Irises are a dark blue and his sclera are black. Freaky.
“Yes!” Brandon pushes Alexander away in irritation, Alexander manages to catch himself before he could fall and he turns around to face Brandon but sees a puddle.
He lets Brandon do his thing as he walks over and kneels in front of the puddle to lean over it. His reflection looks weird… Is he a deer? He has decently sized antlers and those things on top of his head looks like ears… they match his hair colour, black, and he’s glad that his hair is still long. The purple tips are still a surprised though, and even more surprising to how many shades there are rimming his hair style. And his Eyes… his Sclera is a dark purple and his Irises are a sort of lilac colour. His skin is pretty pale as well… To be honest… he looks kind of tame compared to the others.
“Where are we?” Alexander looks over hearing Jackson’s voice. He stands back up and heads over to his group. At least everyone is sort of calm now.
“I don’t know.” Brandon is heard sighing.
“Should we walk around?” Alexander suggests and fiddles with his hair while looking around. This little space isn’t flash, but in most cities, the little parts are the dirties. Who knows, maybe in the streets it’s a lot better.

It’s not better. It’s really not any better.
This place is literally Hell!
Sex, alcohol, drugs, prostitutes, violence everywhere! It’s so freaky and fucked up!
All five of them have been walking for roughly half an hour and already they have come to understand that they will die unless they have shelter.
“What do we do?” Hector asks quietly while avoiding the woman that’s trying to get his attention.
“I don’t know, look for a hotel?” Alexander suggests as he opens an arm out to let the dragon hide beside him. He glances to the woman and sees her flipping him off.
“What place here has a decent hotel?” Brandon growls at the next demon that comes closer and he’s flipped off as well.
“Do you have any ideas?” Sam butts in, sounding extremely annoyed.
There’s an argument.
“Guys, let’s calm down…” Jackson pipes up in a calm voice and he gets the attention of the group. Sam and Brandon get off each other’s backs and grumble listening to him. There’s an uncomfortable silence as Jackson looks around, then he points to a building off to the side. “Look, there’s a tavern, we’ll recoup in there.”
“As long as it’s not a strip club…” Sam mutters and looks to the sign on the Tavern’s face. Alexander looks as well, “Note String’s Club”. Is it a music place too?
All five of them walk over to the tavern across the road, avoiding weird looking demons and obvious druggies, and of course the one car that nearly made them roadkill, but they survived.
Brandon is the one brave enough to push the door open and enter, the rest soon enter and Alexander looks around. This place is a little dull. Hardly any customers, it smells funny and he doesn’t see any staff members.
But immediately, Alexander realises, all the patrons are looking at them. There are glares in the thin crowd and Alexander shrinks away nervously and hiding his face in his hair as he moves closer to Hector.
“Okay, there’s the bar, let’s find out what this place is and try to plan what to do next.” Jackson states and he trots to the bar. Alexander is the last of the group to follow as he’s still looking around. The floor is dirty, the tables look grubby, and there’s a stage. What’s the point of a stage if there’s no microphone or anything for a performer to present? Eventually, he heads over and he sits next to Hector at the bar. All four other members look at Jackson as he clears his throat “Okay…”
“Get the fuck out, you money munching little whore!”
All five of them look over to the side and they see a grey looking man dragging a woman in a skanky outfit by the hair. This woman looks like the typical red demon you would see in books and TV, just… more… feminine? That’s the polite way of saying it.
But this guy… this guy looks kind of scary.
He’s wearing a white shirt that has its sleeves pinned up by the elbows, and over it is a silver vest with black stitching. His slacks are black around with his shoes. He’s tall and appears somewhat muscly as his clothing is hiding most of what his body looks like as they’re loose enough to appear fashionably oversized. His hair is dark and short, slicked back to reveal his thin horns that curl upward like a spiral. His fangs are shown as he looks to be pissed off beyond belief. And his eyes? His eyes are completely black.
He throws the woman out of the door and continues to yell.
“If I ever see your sorry-excuse-for-a-shit-stained face in my industry again, not even death by angel will compare to what I’d do to you!” He slams the door and Alexander guesses even he can sense the awkwardness overlying the silence in the tavern, because he then yells at every patron “What are you looking at?!”
Alexander jolts back facing forward and he tugs his hair nervously hearing quiet chatter amongst the remaining patrons. His mates are quiet but he can sense Hector wanting to say something, but the Dragon keeps quiet.
The silence in their group is almost choking at him, so he decides to crack a joke to lighten the mood “That guy’s more temperamental than Brandon.”
He hears Brandon snort and there’s an ease in the air they occupy. At least the tenseness isn’t scaring them into even more silence, this place… is really fucked up.
“So, what can I get you gentlemen?” Alexander jumps holding his heart hearing that man’s voice. He’s in front of all five of them, he’s holding a bottle of regular booze and he thinks Vodka. Is he the bartender?
“Umm…” Jackson stumbles on his words before Sam cuts in.
“Information.” The cat leans forward and the man raises an eyebrow amused by this. The rest however, they are thinking along the lines of “Why the hell are you so straight forward?” Sam leans on his elbow, a scowl on his face “What the fuck is this place?”
“It’s my Tavern.” The Man answers simply and there’s a twitch in his eye. Alexander notices immediately and frantically thinks of a way to deescalate the situation.
“He-he means, where are we?” Alexander asks stuttering and tugging his hair. Talking to strangers isn’t a strong feature he has. He gets chills down his spine when the demon looks at him with a glare. Damn you, social shyness! “I mea-mean… is this Hell?”
“Ahh, newly fallen.” The Bartender state nonchalantly and he places the vodka bottle down to fetch out five small glasses, he pours the beer into each while Alexander looks to his mates. Like him, they are all confused at this guy’s words. The Bartender serves the booze to them and Alexander hesitantly takes his “Yeah, this is Hell. Neat, ain’t it?”
“So, we’re really dead?” Hectors asks unusually loud and Alexander sips his booze a little concerned. Sure, he expected this… but Hell? He’s really dead? But they were preparing so much! They had a really promising gig! And the bus just-!
“Yep, dead as dust.” The Bartender looks over them all “… Or ash.”
“God, what’re we going to do…?” Brandon growls and downs his glass – he puts his head on the counter and sulks.
“Work for me.”
“Pardon?” Brandon asks in astonished politeness.
“I’m low on workers.” The Bartender states and cleans the three glasses that are empty. Alexander sips the rest of his glass and places it down for the Bartender to take and clean. “Look, you five need a place to stay, right?”
All five make a sound correlating to “yes”.
“Good, you’re hired. I have an apartment building outback, you each get a room and pocket money in exchange for you all working for me.”
“That…” Sam holds onto that sentence and he goes into silence.
“Sounds fair, right?” Jackson nods to everyone and Alexander gives him an unsure thumbs-up. Jackson takes the lead, after all, everyone had silently agreed to work. What else could they do? They will die out there. “Okay, we’ll work.”

Their new Boss had led them into the backyard, an employees’ only area. The building is large, like the tavern, and the little apartments are just the right size for a regular bedroom.
Alexander leans on his door and takes it all in. He died. He’s in Hell. His mates died. They’re in Hell as well. He’s this weird black deer thing and his mates are all these monstrous looking things. Wait, are they demons now? Is that how it works? People just die and fall into hell and turn into demons? Is there even a reason why they turn into animal-looking demon things? Why not just red skinned, ugly looking, big horned demons seen in horror movies?
He sinks down to sit and he holds his head. He needs to get his thinking straight. Currently, he’s alive… or kind of alive. He’s a demon. A deer demon. Which is confusing. Wouldn’t it make more sense to make him a dingo, a kangaroo? Wait, no, that would make sense for his mates. And England does have deer… maybe it does make sense?
Bah! Confusing!
He stands back up and fixes his hair, sighing silently as he goes to open the door then pauses seeing his tattoo. He gets curious as he wants to think of something else, so he heads to the bathroom.
He sees the mirror and takes off his shirt. The black vines continue to go up his arms, but there are flowers. Many flowers.
Blue Lilies, Lotuses, Tulips, Snapdragons, and many more, of many colours, aligning the vines, they’re small but Alexander can make them out. They’re beautiful.
He guides his hands over his skin as he stares into the mirror at his reflection. He notices vines around and lazing on his neckline and on his throat, with thorns that look like they’re threatening to break his skin. It’s almost sinister. And the many flower petals around the vines aren’t helping.
Alexander stares at the tats on his neck and is debating whether or not he wants to see what flowers or vines are on his back. It could be a garden? Or just a mess of vines and thorns. He wants to see, but at the same time he doesn’t.
Screw it, he can’t hide his back forever.
He turns around and stays silent at what he sees. This flower is significantly large than the rest. It’s where all the vines are coming from. It’s deep red petals have a close resemblance to blood, to the point that Alexander mistook it for him bleeding, but they’re black enough for him to know better.
This flower represents death itself. It’s velvety petals and dark complex resembling that of the Angel of Death. Elegant, but poisonous in meaning.
The Black Pearl Rose.
He puts his shirt back on and sighs. More things to take in. He’s starting to miss his life… he didn’t even get to pick his first tattoo!
Alexander opens his door. He might as well try to cope with this new situation before having a mental breakdown…

Alexander waits outside the back door for his mates. They’re taking longer to get accustomed. They should, after all, he regretted the moment he exited his room, but he couldn’t just go back in. He could, but…
Alexander tugs at his hair and he looks to the door. And his new Boss… His Landlord… He’s kind of… strange.
Suddenly the door opens with a slam and Alexander jumps high, holding his heart for dear life and wide eyed. The Landlord looks at him confused and raising an eyebrow before Alexander calms himself down. This guy…
“What’s with you?”
“You appears so suddenly…” Alexander exhales slowly then breaths in deep. Now he has control of his lungs.
“Anyway, you’ll do.” The Landlord grabs Alexander’s wrist and pulls him in the tavern, Alexander yelps and wants to pull back but his Boss appears to be a lot stronger than he is. He’s thrown forward and he nearly trips before catching himself, he stands properly and looks to his Boss. The Landlord has a bucket and mop in his hand “You first, mop the place.”
“Okay.” Alexander takes both bucket and mop, the Landlord walks off through the Employees’ only quarters, maybe to get the rest. Alexander places the bucket down and dunks the mop head in it, he moves onto mopping the wooden floor. Doesn’t wood buckle when mopped like this? Oh well. Alexander moves around tables and mops underneath them and picks up chairs to mop the floor properly. Silently, he wonders, how in the world is this floor so dirty? Are they beer stains? Vomit? Piss? Fucking hope this is not piss, he’s been walking all over these stains.


After a week or so, Alexander’s job is mainly mopping and cleaning table tops and etcetera. He’s the maid, essentially, but whenever he’s not cleaning, he’s tasked with being a waiter. The others have more important jobs.
Jackson is the second bartender since he’s one of the oldest and can actually follow the instructions their Landlord when tending to patrons about their drinks.
Brandon’s temper and overall attitude made him a little bit intimidating to patrons, so their Landlord made him the Bouncer. Alexander is worried that he’s enjoying his job all too much.
Sam’s taking his role well, being a waiter and all. He’s still a little quiet but overall the Patrons have been easy so far, but everyone’s on guard in case something happens. No one will hurt their kitty cat.
Hector… His job… Alexander has no idea what he does. He sees him talking to the Boss a few times a day and with… questionable looking patrons. Maybe his job is more dangerous? Alexander is sure he’s a not cook, because the cook’s an arse and has around ten arms so he doesn’t need help, what else could Hector be?

Alexander wipes down some tables when he notices the potted plants around, they’re limp. He instantly stops what he’s doing and rushes over to the closest one. How could it be dying?! It’s an indoor plant! It doesn’t need much sunlight! Has it been watered? This plant type is a succulent so if it’s limp then that means it’s overwatered. Can the soil drain properly? Is this the proper soil?
“Oi, Alexander, get back to work.”
“Sorry, Sir! How much have the plants been watered?” Alexander ignores the order and zooms up to his Boss, the Grey demon flinches as the taller demon frets “Hell with it, are they potted correctly? The plants are technically succulents and they don’t need much water to begin with since they don’t get much sunlight either, but is the soil’s pH level correct? Most succulents can tolerate a mild pH of seven, but most prefer a slightly more acidic soil, like pH six. The pots drain properly, right?”
“What are you going on about?” His Boss asks, he sounds confused, but he’s keeping composure.
“The plants are limp!” Alexander motions to the closest plant and his Employer looks to it in confusion “Succulents go limp when they’re overwatered or their soil is too damp! Root rot is a possibility!”
“Of course I have a garden nut…” Alexander hears his boss sigh and he sees him holding his nose. Alexander rubs his arm nervous. He let his dorky side come out. Sure, plants are awesome, and Alexander is really passionate about them, he loves caring for them. Basically, he loves caring for slow growing, defenceless lifeforms. He can’t explain why; he just loves it. “Never mind, come with me.”
Is he in trouble? Damn it.
The Boss takes him through the Employees’ Only doorway. Alexander tugs his hair as the Landlord leads him to the side of the apartment buildings. Where is he taking him? Is it bad? What’s he going to do? Why does this place smell funny?
“Boss?” Is that Hector? Alexander sees the Dragon in front of a really suspicious black covering. What’s he hiding? “Why’s Alexander here?! He shouldn’t know about this!”
“You didn’t tell me he was a gardener.” The Landlord throws Alexander forward and the Buck doesn’t manage to catch himself this time and tastes dirt. Alexander spits out the… clay? This is clay? Why is there clay? Hector helps him up as he’s holding his hand to his mouth confused by the taste.
“Well- he doesn’t know about this!” Hector yells and holds Alexander away from the entrance to the black covering.
“And for a bloody good reason.” The Boss crosses his arms and Alexander feels sweat running down his face. What is happening?
“He doesn’t do drugs!” Hector bursts out in argument.
“Everyone in Hell has done drugs.” The Boss states like it was obvious.
“Drugs?” Alexander cuts in, both look at him, The Landlord isn’t really happy, that’s to be expected but Hector looks worried. “What are you two talking about.”
“Well…” Hector let’s go of him to play with his fingers. “We’re growing stuff.”
“Cannabis?” Alexander guesses and his eyes widen slightly seeing Hector nod sheepishly. “Why?”
“Because some of my patrons have exquisite tastes for when they want to get high.” The Landlord explains and takes both by the arms to drag them inside. Alexander holds in a yelp in exchange for pinching his nose shut the second he the funny smell gets significantly stronger. He stares sees the many cannabis plants lines up like… like a farm to put it simply. But Alexander can see more species of plants other than Cannabis itself “Not only marijuana, we are growing poppies, some dagga, and two sassafras trees.”
“And… you’re growing this…?” Alexander sounds a little funny but he’s breathing in through his mouth so he lets his nose go, he’s already breathed in this air, might as well commit to it. “Because?”
“It brings in money.” The Landlord throws Alexander forward again, and safe to say, Alexander is a little proud of himself when he catches himself this time. The Buck stands up straight to look at the two watching him, Hector seems nervous while their Boss looks like he’s expecting something. Alexander holds in a sigh as he looks at the first plant, the Devil’s Lettuce “Do your thing. What’s wrong with the weed?”
“Umm… well…” Alexander can see so much wrong with this garden, but should he intervene or help? If it brings in more money, then better living conditions, but if it the end it doesn’t, then what? He’ll forever hold in his heart that he knowingly helped out growing drugs. “What about the rest?”
“The rest are fine.” The Landlord points to the cannabis “Work your magic.”
Alexander looks to the many, many green leafy plants. Should he? He shouldn’t, but he’s in Hell. He does have a moral compass and he’d like to stick by it despite where he ended up… But, there’s a lot wrong. So, so wrong.
“Umm… Hell’s normal temperature is around 30 degrees Celsius on good days, but it escalates. We need to keep the plants in a greenhouse to regulate the temperature. Because temperatures above 30 will cause stunted growth.” Alexander begins and he zooms to the plants, he gently pinches a leaf and notices how… limp and stiff it feels. It’s confusing, but it’s not healthy. “Hell doesn’t really rain much, but when it does, it’s killer, so they need to make a greenhouse because the Cannabis will die in these storms… And too much water will damage the flowering stage.”
Alexnader kneels to the dirt and plays with it while observing the stems of the plant he’s with.
“The cannabis needs a lot of sunlight, and Hell had plenty of daylight, so it’s a good substitute. And seasons don’t really change anything since Hell’s idea of seasons is only a slight change in temperature, so nothing about them changes anything. And with less sunlight, the flowering stage activates sooner. That’s a plus, I guess…” Alexander shakes the plant he’s with slightly and notices how it just lets him. No resistance what so ever. Not good. “Hell does have some winds, but it’s wiser to keep them in a green house.”
Alexander spots a blossoming bud on another plants and heads to it. This one is good, but it could do better.
“Growing from the seeds is best, and they have the type of Cannabis that takes a fairly long time to flower, but if they have enough care, they’ll flower earlier. And, I can feminise the produce since only the female plants can flower, but he can use the males to germinate the rest of the females.” Alexander plucks a petal from the bud and plays with it. It’s not bad. They could smoke this, no problem. “So, no cloning them, seeds need to be grown and we can plant those. More produce. Also, do not autoflower, and we don’t have the autoflowering cannabis in here, which is good because they’re less potent. We’ll Grow the longer germinating ones from the seeds, it’s more rewarding and they last longer.”
Alexander spies the bags of soil off to the side and he digs a hand in an open bag to pull out some of it. It’s clay soil. Not good.
“It’s best to have soil that drains, so the whole farming technique is good, but they need to add in more sandy soil. The clay you have drains slowly, and Cannabis doesn’t fair well with so much water in their roots. So, we need to dig them all up and redo the soil. Add silty soil and sandy soil, and maybe some compost. No, a lot of compost, and dead plants. Cannabis need a lot of nutrients to grow properly. We need to add more mulch now that I think about it…” Alexander looks to the ground again “And fertilisers, we need a lot of fertiliser.”
Alexander looks around and finds a bag label fertiliser.
“Cannabis plants require a large amount of nutrients over their life cycle, mainly in the form of nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium. How you choose to feed them will depend on the composition of the soil and your own methods.” Alexander zooms to the bag and pulls it open. He frowns seeing synthetically made dark brown dirt. No. “So, buy fertiliser with a lot of nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium… so maybe a lot of compost. The Silty soil has a lot of nutrients, so we don’t have to worry much about it, but a good amount would do it all well.”
Alexander pauses to look at the plants again.
“Honestly, this style of growth is okay. Like Farming. But we need to add some mounds in case the roots decide to go wild.” He shrugs and kicks some dirt to uncover a root.
Definitely not good.
“And, the plants are going to grow really big if we do this correctly, so they need a lot of water, but this is the tricky part because the soil need to drain well because the roots can quickly become rotted. So, we can put rock near the roots so it’s not much of a problem, but this is why we need to add sandy soil, too.” Alexander walks around and spots the hose. He gives it a blank stare. Have they been seriously watering these with hose water? “Oh, and don’t use tap water. It’s chlorinated, that kills plants. So straight water is best. At most, in this stage… only water a small amount until things get underway. Like a generous amount, about… umm… just water all the leaves, that much, but a little bit more. But then water directly into the soil, only around a half of what’s on the leaves seeing as currently they’re not in good shape.”
Alexander walks to the middle of this garden and ignores the healthy plants to look up. He places his hands up to measure how high the roof needs to be.
“So, we need to put a roof above all of this, because, yeah, people will try to steal them, but also because Hell has some questionable weather patterns. Cannabis doesn’t do well against harsh weather patterns. And pests, bugs suck. We don’t need bug repellent or killer, Cannabis can keep bugs away, but infestations still happen… maybe add some marigolds to keep bugs away just in case…” Alexander puts his arms down and holds his fist under his chin in thought. Yeah, marigolds are good and they’re easy to manage. They should be okay to plant with Cannabis.
Alexander looks back at the two. His Boss is smiling, like he’s proud and happy… or pleased, whatever, Alexander did a good. Kind of. Meanwhile, Hector is staring wide eyed.
“How do you know this?” The Dragon asks totally confused and awestruck.
“I’m a garden freak, Cannabis is part of the Cannabaceae genus of plants, they’re easy to grow if you know what to do.” Alexander explains as he looks around, he grabs a shovel and mumbles “You’re not the first to ask me to grow this stuff.”
“What?”
“Nothing!”

After another few weeks, Alexander had helped grow the greenhouse of drugs. He’s not proud of his role, but he’s proud of what he’s growing. It’s going so well!
And his Boss is letting his grow his own little garden as a reward. BONUS!
So far he has roses, lilies, peonies, lavender – he wants to add so much more! He has so many idea! So many grafting opportunities as well! Oh! He can grow fruits and berries! He can produce the Tavern food! The best damn food anyone has ever tasted!
Yes sir! He’s having a blast! Almost as if he never died at all!
But he does miss his old things though… Being on stage… but he doubts that’s ever going to happen again. Where is Hell would he and his mates get instruments to begin with? Finding flowers were hard enough.


“You know; it’s been a while since we came here.” Sam state nonchalantly while helping Alexander clean. It’s closing time. Jackson is helping their Boss clean glasses, kitchen’s off limits, Hector and Brandon are chilling at the bar since they’ve completed their side of the tavern.
“Yeah?” Hector looks over along with Alexander, the Cat is now playing pretend with his mop, like it’s a guitar.
“Do you think we can start practicing again?” Sam asks and the rest of the group look at him. “What? I miss playing.”
“Practicing what?” The Landlord asks suspiciously while the rest look at each other nervously.
“Damn!” Brandon slams his hand down and laughs. All his mates jump while their boss looks at the wolf with a raised eyebrow “Now I wanna get the band back together!”
“Band?” Their Landlord asks and pauses his cleaning.
“Yeah, we had a pretty good thing going on!” Brandon explains and taps his fingers on the counter “And we would keep doing it if we had instruments!”
Alexander clears his throat.
“Minus Alex, he’s our Lead.” Brandon explains “We were a Death Metal Band.”
“Interesting.” The Landlord hums and continues to clean. “And what were your roles?”
“I was the Bassist and Back vocals.” Brandon points to himself then to everyone else “Jackson was the drummer. Hector was the Lead guitarist. Sam was the rhythm guitarist.”
“Yeah, but mate, we’re not going to perform again, we don’t even have instruments.” Jackson states a matter of factly while carefully placing the glasses back in their place.
“I’ll arrange that.” Their Boss’ words make all five band members drop what they’re doing and stare at him. He continues his cleaning like he’s not being stared at like he’s grown a second head “We need more patrons.”

And that’s how that happened. Alexander isn’t sure where or how his Landlord got the instruments and microphones, but he’s not complaining.
Their first performance was a week after their Landlord got them the instruments, and they all had to practice again to get used to them. It was hard, but worth it.
Their Landlord even let them perform a preshow just so he could determine whether or not they could perform in his tavern. When he gave the okay, they were ecstatic.
Their first performance got only a few dozen demons in the audience, advertisement isn’t easy, they’ve come to learn, but after their first song, soon many more came.
It was the biggest payday the band had seen for the Tavern. And soon, the Landlord scheduled a timetable for them to perform, they were okay with it since it’s basically once every fortnight.
But boy, Alexander had not expected what came next.
The Rose of Blasphemy somehow got really well known in Hell. Every time he’s out for a walk, at least once he hears his Band’s name on someone’s tongue. It’s amazing.

But soon, a fortnight flew by.

“Okay, what’s the first song?” Jackson asks and Alexander looks at him while holding his microphone.
“Fuck Everything.” Brandon answers instantly and Jackson has a mini celebration
“Yes!” Jackson nods and finger guns Alexander “Alex, you good?”
“Of course.” Alexander smiles in his answer as he plays with the Microphone’s cord.
“Brandon?” Jackson finger guns the Wolf.
“Ready.” Brandon growls, he sounds eager as he’s tuning his bass guitar.
“Hector, Sam?” Jackson puts extra effort in the finger guns he gives the two as they both also tune their guitars.
“All good.” Hector hums and taps the body on his guitar after he’s finished tuning.
“Same here.” Sam answers and plucks some stings, creating a dark, harmonious hum.
“Alright! Now let’s get back in the game!” Jackson yells and it overall pumped up, he manifests his drumsticks in his sticks and twirls them. His attitude is contagious as the rest also feel pumped up.
“Ladies and Gentlemen…” The Landlord’s voice is heard and instantly all five members of the band go silent waiting for the words “May I introduce the fallen band, Rose Of Blasphemy!”
There’s a cheer and the boys feel their excitement grow as they enter the stage.
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