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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by
sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading
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JC: Oliver Brown
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003
Chapter 2
Oliver stood at the boundary between his world and the world of
the Gods and Goddesses. He took a deep breath and crossed over
the boundary. The subtle texture of the world changed. Colors
brightened, odors intensified, and the noises increased in volume.
He watched the birds flit from tree to tree. He looked down to wait
for the one who had summoned him.
The couple he had met in Bogota, stepped out from behind a tree.
He moved to them, ready to follow them to the clearing. The
couple turned and led the way along a wide path as Oliver
followed watching the subtle swaying of the woman's ass. Her
body was perfect.
Reaching the clearing, the couple turned and faced him. Their
hands were still fused together. The man said, "You have to choose
one of us."
"You are one," replied Oliver, recognizing that he was dealing with
one God/Goddess with two separate manifestations.
The woman answered, "You have to decide which aspect you will
serve. The female or the male."
Oliver asked, "What's the difference?"
The man answered, "We will not tell you. You must choose and
the choice must be made without undo influence."
"I can't. I would prefer to serve both."
"You must choose one or the other."
Oliver looked from the woman to the man, unsure of what he
should do. The other times, the God and the Goddess had just
taken him and had their way with him. He said, "I'll serve the
female aspect."
The woman came to him and threw him to the ground. The man
held him while she ripped his clothes off. His cock became erect as
she mounted him roughly and started riding his cock. Her cunt was
incredibly tight and it felt like she was going to pull his cock off
each time she rose and as though it was going to snap in half each
time she lowered herself on it. Leaning forward, she grabbed a
nipple between the forefinger and thumb of each hand. When she
squeezed and twisted his nipples as hard as she could, he screamed
to the sky above.
The man continued to hold him down as she worked over his body.
When he could no longer feel his nipples, she released them. The
sensation created by her release was just as painful as the original
twist. He screamed to the sky even as she continued to ride his
cock. Her first orgasm made him feel like his cock had been put in
a meat grinder. The muscles deep inside her tightened and relaxed
in waves along his cock. Each place where it tightened caused it to
feel like his cock was being cut. He knew she would ride him until
he had an orgasm, but he didn't know how that could happen in the
midst of such pain.
When her orgasm passed, the tightness of her cunt almost seemed
pleasant. Now it felt like his cock was being pulled off instead of
shredded. When she reached back and squeezed his balls, his entire
body arched in pain. The man held him down as she squeezed
again. Even as he screamed again, his cock seemed to get even
harder. Her motions increased in speed and intensity. He suddenly
found himself having an orgasm even as his mind reacted to the
pain. It was hard to tell what powered his scream, the pleasure of
the release or the pain. It seemed to last forever and only ended
after she had another cock shredding orgasm.
She climbed off his cock. He relaxed thinking it would be over.
Instead, she climbed on his face and rubbed her cunt over his
mouth. Automatically opening his mouth, come mixed with her
juices ran into it. There was so much of it that he couldn't handle it
and panicked from the feeling that was drowning. He swallowed
until he felt sick to his stomach, but still it flowed from her.
He worked his tongue hoping that another orgasm would end his
ordeal. She knelt over and started to suck his cock. It was like
sticking his cock in a vacuum cleaner and he literally feared that
the end of his cock would burst. He groaned and licked her cunt
even more. Seeking her clit and finding it, he was rewarded with a
flood of her juices as she came again. He sucked them down as fast
as he could.
Her mouth slipped down the entire length of his cock. Her teeth
caused another coursing river of pain to shoot through his body. As
he trashed on the ground, he wondered if he was going to survive
this treatment. As if to confirm his fears, she squeezed his balls
again. His scream was muffled by the cunt pressed against his face.
The hair around her cunt was stiff and hard like a scouring-pad.
She started rubbing her cunt across his face. Hoping to end the
ordeal, he returned his attention to her cunt, fucking it with his
tongue. His eyes sought out those of the man holding him. There
was pity in the eyes watching his struggles, a look that surprised
Oliver more than anything else about his ordeal.
His orgasm came as a complete surprise to him. She swallowed his
ejaculate as more juices washed into his mouth. Swallowing, he
accepted her juices until there were no more. His cock started
wilting in her mouth even as her touch turned loving and not
painful.
She climbed off him and looked down upon the poor man the
ground. The man stood beside her with his foot fused to hers.
Oliver looked up and asked, "Why the pain?"
"To mask the far worse pain of the transformations in your body,"
answered the man. He smiled and held up the medallion. There
were now three of them fused along their edges. He threw the
medallion onto the ground near Oliver. Oliver turned to look at it,
surprised to see hundreds of identical medallions piled on the
ground. "Now, find your medallion."
The pair stood aside and watched as Oliver rose to his feet fighting
to keep his legs from buckling. The pile of medallions was
incredibly tall. He pushed the pile so that medallions tumbled
down the side and spread over the ground. The medallions varied
in terms of their shine and color. Some shone faintly while others
were dull. Some looked as though they were always in shadow
while other gleamed as though lit by the sun. He spread the entire
pile over the ground. There was one gleaming medallion that
shined as though it was a bright sun. He went over and picked it
up.
He held the medallion in his hand and turned to the Two-Sided
One. The man and woman fused into one extremely fat man that
grabbed the medallion from Oliver. He slipped it over Oliver's
neck while saying, "You have done well. You chose to see into a
persons heart. Now, it is time for you to rest. You will not have
much time before new challenges are placed upon you."
Oliver stared at the Two-Sided One in confusion. The fat man
smiled and changed into a hugely fat women, the feminine version
of the fat man. She smiled and said, "You turned down the chance
to see a person's strengths. To have both gifts is too much for a
mortal. You have chosen well."
Oliver woke under a tree. He immediately checked his
surroundings. The life in the forest behaved normally. Squirrels ran
about the ground collecting seeds and eating. Birds flew from
branch to branch. He stood, expecting to see the squirrels flee and
the birds fly away. They remained unconcerned about his presence.
He was still one with his surroundings, able to move through a
natural environment as though he was part of it rather than a
visitor.
He pulled the medallions out from his shirt. He looked at them.
The first medallion still had the words "To Hunt Those Who
Poison Others" written along the edge around the phallic symbol in
the middle. The second one still had the words "To Join The Land"
on one side and "The Land To Join" on the other. The words
surrounded the rough image of a woman's sex. The third coin was
the new one. He looked at the side with the female organ rendered
in the center. The words " Know Others To Lead Others" were
written around the edge. On the other side there was male organ
rendered in the center. The words "To Lead Others Know Others"
were written around the edge. He wondered what that meant.
He stretched feeling refreshed and energetic. Looking down to
examine his body, there were no changes that he could see. Of
course, he had no idea what had happened to his face. His clothes,
tan pants and shirt, of durable material were clean and appeared to
be new. Not even the normal dirt of a week spent hiking in the
forest remained. He stretched, amazed at the quality of his rest. He
seldom slept that deeply, used to keeping a certain level of
awareness of his surroundings at all times.
He headed towards the town enjoying the view of nature in all her
glory. He thanked the Goddess again for having given him that
gift. The soil felt nice against his bare feet, giving him the sense
that he was tied directly to the earth beneath him. The sounds of
nature sang in his ears as he walked along. It seemed like it was
too short of a walk before he reached town.
He exited the woods a short distance from the Sporting Goods
Store. Crossing the street, he walked the block to the store. He
entered it, surprised that it was once again empty. Normally it was
packed with people. Standing by the door, Catherine Sullivan wore
her red robes that signified that she was a servant of the God. She
had a nice glow around her with very few dark spots over her
heart. She looked at him in surprise and stated, "What are you
doing here? I'm expecting someone."
"Just returned from meeting the Two-Sided One." Looking around
the store, he wondered who needed all of that stuff since he
typically carried very little with him. Of course, he was one of the
few people in this world that could be dropped into the wilderness
with absolutely nothing and gain weight while there. At the
moment, he carried only his backpack with the cash in it.
She looked at his face and noticed that his eyes had changed to a
pale blue color, but tradition required her to see the medallions.
She demanded, "Let me see it."
He pulled out the medallion from under his shirt and held it up for
her to see. There were three medallions fused together along their
edges. Satisfied, she turned and walked to the counter. She
returned carrying a leather case and handed it to him. Staring at the
leather case, he opened it and examined the inside. It was divided
into major different sections. Puzzled by the case, he asked, "What
is it?"
She said, "It's a briefcase."
He stepped back and suggested, "This must be the wrong item."
Shaking her head in disagreement, she said, "Nope. The God
demanded that I make this one for you."
He sighed and looked at her as he asked, "Are you sure?"
"Very sure."
He looked at it carefully before looking up at her. He said, "It is
very well made. The quality of the leather is outstanding. The
stitching is superb. You have done the God proud."
She answered, "thanks for the praise, but I can see you're
disappointed."
The thought of carrying around a briefcase depressed him. It
definitely didn't fit with his jungle lifestyle. He said, "I'm not sure
that I like the implications of it."
Catherine laughed and said, "It won't be that bad. They never give
us anything that we are really unhappy doing."
"Were there shoes too?"
Glancing down at his feet, she laughed having forgotten that he
only wore shoes when he was in civilization and only then when it
was absolutely required. She answered, "No, but I do have
something that might be a good compromise."
He followed her to a row of soft leather moccasins. She glanced
down at his feet and picked up a pair that looked like they would
fit. Handing the pair to him, she said, "try these on."
He sat down and slipped them on. There wasn't any lining, just
simple leather between his feet and the floor. He stood up and
walked around in them. It was hard to tell that they were on his
feet. He looked up in surprise and said, "Wow, these are nice."
She said, "take them."
"Thanks. Is our business over?"
"Yes," she answered with a smile. Seeing him relax, she asked,
"Will you be home tonight?"
"Yes. I will. I'll start dinner."
She cooed, "make sure it will keep. I need a little of the Oliver
magic before dinner."
He bent down to kiss her while she pretended to struggle. Soon she
was pulling him even tighter to her. His cock responded to her and
she ground her pelvis into him, causing his cock to swell even
more. The bell over the door rang and she pushed him away. She
hadn't wanted to stop, but appreciated the look on his face that he
was more upset about the interruption than she. She said, "Get
home and I'll bring your new robes there."
Leaving the Sporting Goods Store, he walked towards her house.
He met other townspeople as he strolled along, noticing that some
of them glowed more than others. Everyone had dark sports over
their hearts, some more than others. He realized that he was seeing
their hearts. Some were alert and alive with a jest for life. That
gave them a wonderful glow. Some people had hearts that were
filled with hate and that left dark spots.
The half hour walk home took almost two hours as he stopped to
talk to people. He wondered if he could help people start to enjoy
life more and help them rid the evil in their hearts. In front of the
second hand clothes store, he stopped to talk with Tricia Janey, the
owner. Although there were few black spots on her heart, she had a
very dull glow. The Sheriff walking down the street noticed Oliver
talking to Tricia and headed in their direction. Oliver glanced at the
Sheriff noting that his glow was fairly strong and there were few
black spots over his heart. So far, only Catherine had less of them
than the Sheriff.
Oliver noticed that a little silver thread seemed to hesitantly reach
out from her heart towards the Sheriff. Realization dawned upon
him as he recognized what that meant. He said, "I like the Sheriff.
He's a good man."
Slightly embarrassed, she smiled at him and nodded. She said,
"He's been good for the town."
Oliver nodded and said, "This is one of the few areas that is almost
drug free. I think that's why I like it so much."
"That's important to you?"
"Yes, it is very important." He had just finished answering her
question when the Sheriff reached them. Turning to greet the
Sheriff, Oliver asked, "So how are things?"
The Sheriff answered, "Everything is running smoothly. The town
is quiet."
"Good."
The Sheriff gave Oliver a funny look and added, "Must be the
presence of so many of Carter's Druids coming out of the park this
week."
Oliver smiled at the Sheriff and said, "That's just a strange
correlation. We don't have much to do with how things are going
in town."
"Right." The Sheriff's voice suggested that he didn't believe that
for a minute.
Tricia Janey looked at Oliver with wide eyes, realizing only now
that he was one of the Druids. She said, "You don't dress like a
Druid. Catherine is always in her red robes."
Oliver answered, "I don't usually wear them when I'm out in the
wilderness. I just got back from a weeklong hike in the park."
Tricia, like many other people had learned the significance of
colors of robe, was curious about who he claimed to serve. She
asked, "What color robes do you wear?"
Oliver answered, "I used to wear gray. I guess I'm supposed to
wear brown now."
The Sheriff looked at him in surprise. He said, "You serve all three
now?"
Oliver laughed at Sheriff's surprise and replied, "Sure. Why do you
look so surprised?"
The Sheriff shook his head and said, "You and John Carter. It's just
strange that I know all of the people that wear brown robes."
Tricia looked at Oliver in awe. She said, "Wow, I feel like I'm
talking to the Pope or something."
He laughed at the comparison, shrugging it off as a good joke. The
idea that he could be compared to the Pope was humorous. He was
just a guy that wanted to keep drugs out of the neighborhood. A
thought crossed his mind and he said, "Why don't you come over
around nine tonight for some cake and coffee? We'll consider it a
celebration for my promotion."
She looked overwhelmed at the invitation and meekly answered,
"Sure, I'd be honored."
Oliver turned to the Sheriff and said, "Why don't you come over
too? I have some more money to donate to the Police Against
Drugs program."
The Sheriff asked, "How much this time?"
Oliver watched the Sheriff's face as he said, "Half a million."
The look on the Sheriff's face was worth the half a million dollars.
He asked, "It must have been a big bust this time."
"They're still weighing it, but last I heard, it was over sixty tons of
cocaine."
Tricia stared at Oliver as the Sheriff whistled. He finally answered,
"We don't need that money if you took that much cocaine out of
circulation. You shut down a third of the drug traffic all by
yourself."
"Only about a tenth of the traffic. Besides, you still have the
addicts to help and the other drugs to get rid of."
The Sheriff answered, "I'll be there around nine."
In a very uncharacteristic gesture for Oliver, he put his arm around
the Sheriff as he said, "Good, would you mind walking with me for
a minute. I have something of a personal nature to discuss with
you."
Nodding, the Sheriff turned to Tricia as he said, "Until tonight."
Oliver watched as the silver thread again reached out towards the
Sheriff and then shyly retreated. She nodded back and replied,
"Until tonight."
Oliver walked down the street directing the Sheriff with subtle tugs
on his shoulder, stopping in front of the pharmacy. Oliver
suggested, "You might be a nice guy and buy some chocolates for
Tricia. Give them to her at the house tonight. I know she would
appreciate it."
The Sheriff looked at Oliver in shock. He asked, "Tricia?"
"Yes, Tricia." Oliver started to walk away towards Catherine's
house.
The Sheriff called out after him, "I know why you were picked a
third time. You're just as big of a pain in the ass as John Carter!"
Turning, Oliver looked at the Sheriff. He shook his head and went
on his way. As he walked, he considered being compared to John
Carter. He knew all about the Grand Druid, but had never met him.
Being compared to John Carter was an honor, but he wasn't sure
how he felt about being compared to him. John Carter had
revolutionized the world. There was no way that he could measure
up to his accomplishments.
Reaching the house, he entered using the key kept in the flower
pot. Putting the key back in its normal spot, he thought about how
Catherine kept it there just for him. He sighed as he thought about
his love for her. He truly loved her with his whole heart and soul.
Maybe this stay, he would propose marriage to her.
She was an amazing women that tolerated his long absences and
short visits with an attitude that bordered on saintly. Most women
would have thrown him out long ago. He knew that she slept with
others, as did he. He wanted to have another husband, just so that
she wouldn't have to spend so much time alone. She rejected that
option stating that she was basically a one-man woman that was
satisfied stepping out occasionally when her true love wasn't
around. They often discussed the matter, but had not come to any
final decision.
Oliver went into their bedroom and stripped. Stepping in front of
the mirror, he was shocked at the brightness of his shine. The
image that was reflected back at him showed only a few dark spots
on his heart. The largest spot represented his hatred for drug lords.
He knew his hate was totally unrealistic, confusing people with
their roles rather than their essential characteristics.
He examined his face in the mirror. For the most part, he was
unchanged. He still did not need to shave or ever get a haircut, but
his eyes had turned a pale blue. It reminded him of the color of the
winter sky. He wondered if it made him look cold and unfeeling.
His cock had not grown any larger and that pleased him. It was
already large enough to satisfy a woman, any larger would hurt
rather than pleasure them.
He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, adjusting the
temperature so that it was pleasantly hot. There were so few hot
showers in his life, that he relished each and everyone that he took.
Quickly lathering his whole body, he enjoyed the sensation of his
hands touching his body through the soapy film. He rubbed the bar
of soap over the top of his head. His minimalist lifestyle didn't
incorporate fancy shampoos or soaps with fragrance. Once he was
clean, he rinsed off.
Instead of getting out of the shower, he looked down at his cock
and smiled. Knowing there was no way that he was going to last
very long with Catherine, he grabbed the bar of soap and worked
up a good lather around his cock. At the thought Catherine
standing naked in the shower with him, his cock rose. Wrapping a
hand around his cock, he started stroking himself with short
strokes that gave most attention to the head of his cock. As he
imagined her giving him a blowjob, he quickly reached a climax.
Ropes of come squirted from the slit at the end of his cock, his
fluids landing on the floor of the shower and washing down the
drain. His breathing returned to normal as he rinsed his cock in the
hot water.
He turned off the water and got out of the shower feeling much
more relaxed. Catching his reflection in the fogged mirror, he
grinned like a teenager caught pleasuring himself and said, "Hey,
even a married man needs to jack-off occasionally. I wouldn't have
lasted two minutes with Catherine in the state I was in."
The reflection in the mirror didn't respond. He didn't expect it too
and if it had, he would have checked into the nearest mental ward.
He carried a fresh towel to the living room and set it on the chair.
Sitting back in the chair with his legs up, he thought about what he
had seen today. There was so much blackness around peoples
hearts that it depressed him. None of them were overwhelming
though. Catherine, the Sheriff, and Tricia Janey had been almost
refreshing in the minimum amount of blackness around their
hearts. Tricia's dullness had bothered him more than her darkness.
He turned on the television and turned to a news channel. He had
no idea that his gift would extend to live projected images of
people. The taped segments were clear of black spots and glow,
but the live shots were entirely different. His stomach turned as he
looked at one of the people in the latest news story. A murderer
was being led out of a courthouse. The man's entire heart glowed
black with hate. Sickened at the sight of so much hate, Oliver
changed the channel and was rewarded with the same sight. He
quickly turned off the television.
There wasn't any way to ever get used to seeing people like that. It
did make the people he had seen today look saintly. Perhaps his
expectations were too high. Of course, even he had his own black
spots. It wasn't that he thought of himself as special, just that he
thought of himself as a good man.
He went in the kitchen and puttered about trying to determine what
to make that night. Despite the fact that Catherine was a
vegetarian, she always kept a few steaks in the freezer for him. She
had gone hiking with him one week. After seeing him eat, she
refused to kiss him most of that trip after watching him swallow
various kinds of bugs, plants, and fungi. She loved him, but
couldn't kiss the mouth that could swallow bugs.
He fixed a huge salad with lettuce, canned kidney beans, Fritos,
cheese, tomatoes, and topped with Catalina salad dressing. It was
his favorite salad and one that Catherine enjoyed as well. He also
thawed the steak to cook after they had relaxed a little together
tonight. Dinner wouldn't be complete without a batch of Brownies
for desert.
The clock indicated that he still had an hour before she came
home. He wandered around the house looking at the changes in the
décor. A few new odds and ends were scattered around the house.
There was a new picture of the two of them in a nice silver frame
on the mantle. They had an arm around each other and he was
looking down at her with a look of total adoration on his face. He
was touched by the picture.
He tried to remember when it had been taken. Based on the clothes
he was wearing, it was his last visit when he had been working in
the backyard.. There was one time she had come up to him and put
her arm around him. He had looked down at her in his loving way.
He surmised that she had given her camera to the Sheriff and he
had snapped the picture without him realizing it. This was not a
posed picture, it was impossible to get such a look of love while
posing.
The door slammed shut as she surprised him by coming home
early. Her eyes took in his naked body and her feet followed. In
seconds they were in a lovers embrace. He kissed her passionately
as his body reacted to having her in his arms. Her body responded
in kind, with nipples tenting her red robe. Together, they headed to
the bedroom. She led him by the cock, knowing that he would
follow rather than lose it.
It was an hour before they emerged from the bedroom. Their
appetites for each other were hardly sated, but the appetites in the
stomachs were stronger. Oliver went in the kitchen, still naked, and
started preparing his steak. Catherine set the table knowing that he
had made a salad for her. She called out, "What are you making?"
With a trace of laughter in his voice, he answered, "I'm sautéing a
nice batch of crickets. You want some?"
She answered, "And you expect me to kiss that mouth?"
Laughing heartily, he finished cooking his steak and placed it on
the plate. He carried it to the table and then made another trip for
the salad. Leaning back in her chair, her bare breasts defied gravity
as her nipples stood erect. She looked beautiful, sexy, and satisfied.
He stood there for a minute just admiring the view.
Noticing the hungry way that he admired her, she said, "You make
me feel so pretty."
"You are pretty," he replied.
He sat down at the table and they started to fill their plates. Amidst
the clatter of silverware striking dinnerware, she said, "A weird
thing happened today after you came in the store."
"What?"
She took a sip of water before answering, "I got the urge to locate
Jed's old tools right after you left. There is another maker."
Concerned, Oliver looked up at her asked, "What do you make of
that?"
She frowned as she answered, "I don't know. I'm scared in a way."
"Why?"
"What if the Gods do not need me any more? What if I am to die
and he is my replacement?"
Silence descended as he looked at his lovely girlfriend. It was
impossible for him to imagine life without her. He said, "The Gods
and Goddesses are not mean or capricious. There is an explanation
and it will be a good one."
She looked up at him through her eyelashes. The look on her face
excited him and made him want her more than anything. He finally
asked, "Will you marry me?"
She sat back in her chair with an amazed expression on her face.
She asked, "Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Of course I will," she answered excited that he had finally asked
her. She hesitated and then asked, "Are you upset that we won't
have another husband?"
"I only wanted him for you. I feel bad leaving you alone here for
months at a time."
She shrugged and replied, "I don't mind. You have your service
and I have mine. Of course, that briefcase suggests some
interesting possibilities."
A shiver went through his body as he thought about the
possibilities. A briefcase suggested an office job and he feared that
an office job would kill him. He answered, "That scares me."
She asked, "So do you have a ring to give me?"
While laughing he said, "No. I'll get one tomorrow, but I do want
us to marry the Druid way."
She asked, "Are you going to take me into the bedroom now?"
He grinned at the idea and then remembered his invitation. In less
than an hour, the Sheriff and Tricia Janey would come over. That
would be enough time for a quickie, but he wanted a bit more than
that. He said, "I'm afraid that I invited the Sheriff and Tricia Janey
over."
His statement surprised her. She asked, "Why Tricia? I didn't even
know you knew her that well."
He explained his gift from the Two-Sided One. Wondering what
he saw when he looked at her, she looked at him warily. It was
rather a scary feeling to know that someone could see the evil in
you. He noticed her concern and said, "You are brighter and purer
of heart than I."
"You're saying that just because you love me."
He grinned and answered, "Do you think I could love anyone that
is evil?"
"No."
"So there you go." The answer seemed to satisfy her.
She went to the door and picked up one of the robes that she had
brought home with her. The brown robe indicated his new degree
of service to all of the Gods and Goddesses. She went into her
room and dressed in her red robe, laughing as she realized for the
first time that her clothing bill had shrunk significantly since
adopting the robe of her service. A dozen such robes and one had
enough clothes for a year.
She came out to see him standing awkwardly in his brown robe.
She was so proud that he had achieved that level of service to the
Gods and Goddesses, but she didn't envy him his sacrifices. He
suffered levels of deprivation that most people wouldn't
understand. In particular, he traveled lighter than she could
possibly imagine and would spend months without a shower,
shelter, or human contact.
Tricia was the first to arrive, knocking hesitantly on the door.
Opening the door, Catherine invited her into the house. Unsure of
herself, Tricia smiled tentatively at Catherine and said, "I hope that
it's okay for me to come here."
"Of course, it is. Oliver invited you here."
Oliver glanced at Tricia and saw a little flicker spread across her
dull glow. He came over and said, "I'm so glad that you could
come. We have a little announcement later."
Catherine took Tricia over to the sofa and talked quietly while he
went in the kitchen to prepare some coffee. The dullness bothered
him tremendously and he wondered about her story, but didn't feel
it was his place to ask.
The Sheriff knocked on the door and Catherine answered it. She
stepped back in surprise when he handed her a bouquet of flowers.
He said, "A little something for the hostess."
Catherine accepted the delightful selection of summer flowers.
They would look great on the table. Smelling them, she smiled and
said, "Excuse me while I put these in a vase."
The Sheriff brought forth another bouquet of flowers and handed
them to Tricia. Her eyes got very large as she accepted them from
him. Blushing like a schoolgirl, she said, "No one's ever given me
flowers before."
"I assure you that it won't be the last time." The Sheriff realized he
was sweating like a schoolboy even as he talked to her. It had been
more than a dozen years since his wife had died and he hadn't
dated since then.
With a grace that belied her nervousness, she stood and kissed him
on the cheek saying, "Thank you. Let me see if Catherine has
something for me to put them in."
She raced into the kitchen as Oliver picked up the tray with the
coffee. Turning, he was in time to see her enter and observe the
new intensity to her glow. He smiled as he knew that the answer to
his question was that the glow could be increased. Now he had to
find out if the black spots could be eliminated.
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