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Showing posts with label Antique Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Antique Stories. Show all posts

Friday, April 09, 2010

wHO'S tHE bOSS uNDER tHE cOVER ©

All the birthdays and holidays are past for a bit.
Imagine, even the blog has a birthday and on April Fool’s.
I wonder whom the jokes on HA HA HA
Is it me or is time moving a little faster than it used to?
The weather is uncharacteristically great.
Hmmmm maybe 2012 is the number and Mother Nature is giving us one last whirl around the bowl before she flushes the motherfucker with us in it.
Now I can lie back on the couch and watch a little TV now that some of my favorite shows are starting up again like Fringe and Under Cover Boss.

Fringe is a great show with some freaky shit happening all the time all towards one main purpose.
This show reminds me of X-Files without the aliens.
Just this weekend we all sat down to watch season one and everyone was glued to the television for the whole 20 episodes and Inia’s son took it with him to watch it again.
It’s not often you see a kid ignore his computer or game console for that long to watch a whole season of a show.

It’s not like there isn’t enough around here to distract everyone like for instance the other day.
The ex SIL came by to see the kids and she had this weird look in her eye.
I’ve seen that look before in people who usually pulled a knife or gun out on me.
As she was a third pf the way up the stairs and eye level with me I asked if there was a problem.

Her eyes went from blank to wild and she verbally attacked me in a loud voice.
Spewing a barrage of insult at me my kids and my family.
This woman called my niece who is all of five years old a whore because the kid wore a hat she didn’t approve of and said her mother was a whore because of the way she dressed.

Everyone can dress as they please like her who wears circa 1800’s reproductions and looks like she would live in Salem Massachusetts.
Is it still legal to burn witches there?

I mean this woman turned on me with a vengeance and just after I spent a month helping her move a TV from my place to hers and at a DRASTICALLY reduced price.
$250 bucks for a 40 inch TV and I moved the 300-pound monster with a bum arm with my people supplying the vehicle.
I gave her an aquarium because she needed it and cat food to feed her six cats, food for Easter, which she ate before.
Now she is here screaming at me and wants to assault my kids with this bullshit.
I don’t fucken think so.
I told her to get out of the house but all she did was scream down the stairs and in my face yelling at me some crap that happened in the summer of 89 and that I never apologized for what I did.
Yeah I remember that, apologize my fucken ass.
They’re lucky I didn’t litter the place with bodies that day.
Oh, I did but they were still all breathing.

The Ex phoned and said she needed a ride to take D1 to the dentist and when I got there were three guys lying in wait for me.
The Ex’s brother in law with two of his cousins and one of the Ex.’s sister as commander and chief on the moron gang.
Three pencil necks in brand spanking new jeans against and a bleach blond with a soft fat ass against a street raised battle harden street hood.
I had a dagger in my right boot.
The belt buckle face came off and slipped out into a lock blade and there was a buck knife in my back pocket that I used to murder apples with which I could have gone for but those were instruments reserved to be used against men not dick heads so I looked around the room quickly for D1’s nerf bat.

It was quick and ugly.
Less than 5 seconds and Blondie was lying on her husband bawling.
One guy was bleeding profusely from a busted nose that had shattered against the wall.
The third guy was running down the hallway for the stairs and his life.
The Ex was screaming it wasn’t her idea.
Uh huh.
I doubt if the whole family could spell IDEA let alone have one.

Her sister took off and called the cops who showed up not to long after as I was leaving.
They knew me and we talked then they went upstairs to the Ex’s and after about thirty minutes arrested them all for being stupid.

They actually told the cops that they lured me there to teach me a lesson.
I mean, how premeditatedly stupid can you fucken be?
Yeah I sat there in the parking lot gloating as they took them away.
That family really hates me.

So I told her to get out of the house and she refused to go but continued her verbal assault at me telling me that I used to beat my EX every day.
A week before she was telling me how well I treated her sister and how stupid she was.
Talk about bi-polar
At this point I had had enough and told her to get the fuck out.
Inia’s four year old was standing right there with her eldest on the couch watching the show.
D2 was at the top of the stairs looking down.
Inia was behind me at the computer.

The SIL didn’t fucken hear what I said so I took a step towards her and she started yelling at me that she would call the police if I hit her.
You’re in my fucken house and refusing to LEAVE.
On top of all that you are threatening me and everyone in my home so if I want to use your fucken ass for a damn soccer ball I will and I don’t give a fuck if you have a cock or cunt between your legs.

I crowded her out the front door where she stood hurling more insults at me when she wasn’t spitting.
I locked the scream door and walked down the hallway as she stood at the screen screaming at Inia to get out now before the beatings start.
I think Inia wanted to go out there and start the beating.

So you see, lying back on the couch to watch TV was a big change of pace for me.
Sunday I like watching first the Amazing Race.
The only reality shows I care to watch and then Undercover Boss my new Sunday favorite.
Got to replace football with something you know.
Undercover boss is about bosses from various large corporations who go undercover to see how things are going down in the trenches without anyone knowing they are the bosses.
Last week they had the CEO of Roto Router.
He was working like a grunt getting dirty like the rest but sucking at it compared to them.
In the end the bosses learn a lot about some of the people who work for them and in almost every episode they help some of their employees who need help or promote some who show promise and commitment.

At the end of each episode they reveal who they really are and the people are shocked to learn that the head honcho was working right they’re with them.
Probably thought hard to remember if they were nice to him, HA HA HA.

Now this could only work for a large company.
It would be hard for Joe of Momma’s Pizzeria to show up one day in disguise to see how his staff is actually working without him when the only other staff is his momma.
She probably starts beating him with a rolling pin for not being at work.

You know whom I would like to see on the show?
The Godfather of the Mafia.
Oh man, I think it would be cool.

Of course he would have to go out of town so no one would recognize him so he tells everyone he is going away to his private cottage to be alone for a break.
He picks up the phone and calls some Capo he has never met in some shit hole in the middle of no where and tells him that he is sending someone, “Luigi” down for some work and to accept him with his, “the godfather’s” blessing and to give him work.
Of course his request is respected without question.

The next day he is on a plane going to his first day on the job.
After meeting his contact at a greasy diner we was taken to the dockyard where he was introduced to a couple of other hoods he was to be working with.
Their job was to straighten out a shop steward at the docks who was causing trouble for the capos daughter.
After a two-hour wait they spotted their man on his way to his vehicle going on break and accosted him before he got there.
Dragging him to the alley, Luigi watched as one thug held him while the other gave him a lecture.
The shop steward was telling them he didn’t care what they said; he wasn’t going to be pushed around.
Luigi thought to himself.
Back in the day we didn’t talk to them, we showed them.
After ten minutes of watching them argue Luigi stepped in and asked if he could have a word with the shop steward.

Luigi wasn’t very tall compared to the six foot six shop steward but that didn’t bother the five foot four Luigi.
He walked up to the man and told him he had something to say to him then winked at him.
Without any indication of what he was about to do Luigi kicked the shop steward in the balls and shoved him thumb into his eye socket, spilling out the eye all over his wrist.
The man was screaming in pain when Luigi’s shoe kicked him in the side of the head while he was on the ground then stomped on his face a couple of times before he stepped back and told his two cronies that this is the way you talk business with these people.
Now, they could tell them what was needed to be said.

Both men stood there in shock at what had just transpired.
One of them took a small step forward and told the downed man that the Boss’ daughter said that the wedding would be in June not July like they had previously arraigned.

Back at the shop the Boss was freaking out when they heard what had happened to his daughters future husband.
He wanted to kill Luigi but he couldn’t do anything because he was sent with the Godfather’s blessing.
Instead he sent Luigi out of town to another outfit the next day and out of his sight.

Day two of the Godfather’s undercover adventure had him doing collection 500 miles out west with a crew working for his brother in law Guido.
They went from store to store collecting from everyone but one corner store.
Luigi went to walk in but was stopped by one of the others.
He was told that that owner was not on their books because the owner refused to pay for protection.

“Refuse” Luigi thought.
Back in the day no one refused to pay homage.
He told them to wait and he would be right back.
Walking through the door he saw a elderly woman standing behind the counter and proceeded over to ask the where a bouts of the owner only to find out that she was the owner.
No mind, she still had to pay homage if she wanted to operate in this neighborhood.

The other waited for about fifteen minutes outside of the store before Luigi emerged again bleeding from the ears, eyes, mouth and nose.
They all looked at him unsurprised.
Luigi looked at them and ask why they didn’t tell him she was Sicilian.
They all just laughed at him as he staggered to the car.

Day three all they did was hang out at the strip club waiting for orders.
Luigi sat around groping the passing strippers; it’s something Luigi did well.
The others just sat there talking scared to grab some ass.
Back in the old day he thought they would be locking the doors and screwing everyone of them but now they give you dirty looks he thought.

On the fourth day they were summoned and were told they were to go along with one of the others to pull a bank job.
Luigi would be the driver.
The rest of the afternoon was spent planning the job and get away.

The next day, a Friday the showed up at the bank just before it opened for business.
His three partners exited the vehicle while he sat there waiting and drinking his coffee.
As he sat there he was startled by a passing truck and spilled hot coffee on his lap.
Fuck he looked like he just pissed his pants.
Looking around he didn’t find anything he could use to soak up some of the coffee from his pants but he did notice a fast food joint across the street.
Looking at his watch he figured he had a few minutes before they came out again so he got out and locked the door so no one stole the car while he was across the street.
Five minutes later he came back to the car and waited.
And waited and waited………

As he sat there he heard the sound of sirens and police cruisers were rushing towards him, then past as they raced down the street.
For a second there he thought they were caught.

He waited and waited and they still hadn’t come out.
Back in the day they were in and out of a bank before the second hand went around the clock once.
This new generation were lazy he thought.
It’s been almost half an hour and he was getting hungry.
Looking back across at the fast food joint he decided to run across quickly and grab one of those egg sandwiches, yeah.
Locking the car again he ran across the street.
He was back in about five minutes and sat in the car again.
Being the nice guy that he was he picked up a sandwich for each of the guys but they were taking a long time getting back.
Waiting another fifteen minutes he decided to go check out the bank and see what the fuck was keeping them.
Reaching the door he pulled to find it closed and a sign on the window saying closed.

Turning he went back to the car and drove back to the boss and told him that they never came out of the bank and didn’t know where they had disappeared too.
The capo couldn’t understand what had happened when just then the door opened and two of the guys walked in all sweaty and looking ragged, each was carrying a backpack.

The boss asked them where the hell they were and they said that they came out of the bank with the money and when they got to the car it was locked and Luigi was nowhere in sight so they ran down the street but when they got to the corner the cops were on their way so they ran back to the car to see if Luigi was back but he wasn’t there so they took off down the other end of the street but there to the police were arriving so again they turned around and passed the car yet a third time as they took off down an alley and out the other side where they jumped on a bus to here.
The boss looked around and asked them were the third one was and they said he didn’t make it.
He missed the bus and was left at the bus stop.

The boss looked at Luigi and was furious.
Luigi told him he was there waiting but it took them so long he got hungry.
If it had been anyone else he would be laying in a ditch somewhere but the Godfather had sent him and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARG couldn’t touch him.

That night Luigi packed up for his trip home but before he did he called ahead and told his Consigliere to invite all the people he had met to his house on Sunday so he could surprise them with his true identity.

That Sunday he got up and took a long hot bath before putting on his best suit.
The Consigliere came in and told him everyone had arrived and was waiting for him so he proceeded to his study where everyone he had invited was being assembled.
He stopped at the door one last time to adjust his tie then stepped into the room and yelled out “Surprise” just before the roar of guns filled the room.

Oh well, sometimes it’s not good to be da boss

Have a nice weekend

Walker

Thursday, February 04, 2010

Sweeter Than Wine ©

Sometimes I sit back in my couch and see things in my head like now, I see a man on a hilltop.
A hill surrounded by valleys with lush meadows.
Not a soul to be seen any where but this one man on a hill

He walks over to a large boulder and pulled the sack off of his back before he sat down on this large boulder.
Sitting on there he proceeded to open the sack and pulled out a smaller parcel wrapped in cloth.
Laying the larger sack next to the boulder he laid the small package next to him and proceeded to unwrap it.

Unwrapping the package he reveals a piece of cheese, some bread and olives.
Tearing a piece of bread from the loaf, he bit a piece of off to take away some of the sting of the strong cheese he had just nibbled off.
Throwing in an olive in to mingle with the other flavors in his mouth.

Wiping his hands on his greasy pants he reached down into the bag once more and pulled out a skin filled with wine and took a long draw before reaching for some more bread.
After about thirty minutes of eating and squeezing his wineskin he wrapped everything up in the cloth once more and placed it on the ground in front of the boulder.

Leaning back on his hands he breathed in a lungful of fresh air then exhaled his pleasure.
Reaching down to the large sack again he drew out a stringed instrument then up to his arms.
His hands caressed it as he whispered words of love to it but also reminding it that she was his little whore to use as he wished before plucking at one of her strings.

Taking the wineskin once more he filled the back of his throat until it cascaded over his lips and onto his shirt.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his arm he placed the container down and ran his hand over the strings of his instrument.

His thumb slowly pushed down producing a sharp sound with each string it pulled at.
Strumming the strings once more the new and old notes danced together as one faded away and the other brought a new life to its existence.

Slowly he found a rhythm that pleased his mind and added to it, his fingers attacking the strings like a hungry beast.
His fingers sang about the cheese and sweet olives he just ate
About the bread that filled his belly and the wine, the wine that warmed up his soul.

He closed his eyes and the music poured out of his instrument from atop of that hill surrounded by valleys and meadows.
His head swam with the music and before long he could hear another instrument playing in the background, then another.
And…..and there was clapping too
Clapping, people clapping and dancing

His fingers plucked at the strings with passion, hate and fury; or was it love.
Tearing at the different notes with his finger yet still gently caressing her body.
He loved his little whore.

His feet started moving with the music and before long he could hear singing far away in his head but it was getting louder and louder as he ripped at the love of his life.
Pushing her to her limits until he sat bolt up eyes wide open, tearing at her soul as if it was his own soul he tore at.
.
His eyes strained against his skull as he saw people, people walking up the sides of the hill from all around.
Some with instruments of their own others clapping and singing while his fingers spilling out his life across the strings and down the hill.

Sliding off the boulder without skipping a note he walked out towards the people as they gathered around him, clapping and dancing in a giant circle.
Urging him on to spill his soul out so they can bask in his glory.
To show them his pain and love as they stumbled to their knees with its weight on their shoulders.
Their fingers clawing at their chests as he claws at the strings of the instrument in his hands.

His fingers sang about what they had witnessed and felt while his mind regressed beyond yesterday into a pool emotion as the world spun around him.
He played into the sunset and beyond to the hordes gathered around him in tears of pain, joy and triumph until the dawn smiled down and the tears quelled the burning fire still left inside him.
Then when the notes faded to a whisper he packed his sack and stood on a barren hill surrounded by valleys and meadows.

Just shit I think up sometimes

Have a nice day

Walker

Saturday, January 09, 2010

Cat People ©

I watched as the rain pours over the side of the roof creating a curtain in front of me.
It was coming down hard, flooding the whole area.
The rain didn’t bother me.
I like the rain.
It cleanses ones being.
Not soul.
I have no soul

No one could see me as I stood out there on the porch, in the open behind my wet curtain.
Enjoying the cool moist air as it stuck to my dry skin
Cooling a cold heart.
Waiting
I spend a lot of time waiting
It’s what I do
Wait

I have been waiting for a long time.
What you say have I been waiting for?
Well, many things.
Never the same but under the same circumstances
Pretty much.
I have been waiting since I was thirteen
Still am

He told me that one-day, I wouldn’t have to wait
He used to wait too
Not any more
I still do and always will
Until I don’t
Whenever that is
And it’ll be sweet

I could see the lights in the distance
They were getting closer and bright
My body instinctively loosened up as it has done a thousand times before
Knowing what is to come
Preparing to accept what ever happens
I could smell the new leather on my hands
Soft, black and ……….soft

The whole front of the house illuminated as a car pulled up to the front drive
I could see the man and woman sitting in the front
They couldn’t see me.
She leaned over and kissed the man
They both held there for a few minutes before they separated
Then she opened the door to leave
She never left

I stood on the porch and watched as the beast transformed into its hideous self
Its claws tearing away her tender throat before bending down to feed
The window was stained
A broken shoe on the dash
Remains of a futile attempt of escape
But terror turned to relief them peace
Before the end

A step and I was before the deluge and the second
Brought me into this world
The third and fourth steps to the driver’s side of the car
The fifth to the window
The black leather glistened in the rain
As did the black steel finger
Before it belched its holy flame

I pulled the door open
The demon lay there with half its head gone, yet still alive
Raising the my hand once more
To send one more ounce of silver through its brain
A light shone down on me from behind
A small voice called out
Momma

I look over and watched her run down the steps to the car
She had to be all of thirteen
I remember
I remember the rain on the window
I remember when I first saw him in my mother’s bedroom
He told me the monster was dead; then took me away forever
I never looked

Turning my hand went up then down one last time before shutting the door
She came to the car but I stood in her way
Taking her by the hand I told her she was going with me now
As he had once said to me
The demon is dead and will stay dead
As long as there’s someone standing in the rain, waiting
It’s been a long time since I had a dress

Walker

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Thursday, October 30, 2008

Happy Halloween ©

I have decided since I will be very busy on Friday and my Halloween post will probably be my weekend post I would post it now and use the extra time to visit some of you on Thursday.
I hope those of you that read it enjoy it and I want to wish all of you a Happy and Safe Halloween.

Walker

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Have a nice weekend

Walker

Friday, September 05, 2008

Sex Talk: The Witching Hour ©

There is explicit sex in this post so for those who don’t wish to read this part of my life I’m sorry but feel free to have a go at meeting one of the great Bloggers on my blogroll.

Have a nice weekend

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The door stood open and I could see her dark shadow but it wasn’t quite her.
Her shadow was disfigured as it moved closer to me out of the dark and into the dim light of the alley.

“I’ve been waiting for you”, she said as the light fell across her bare feet.
Slowly she moved outside into the alley and my view.
The dark shadows fell from her revealing herself to the moonlight.
She wore a mask that came down to her nose but went up and over the top of her head.
There was a long veil that came down either side of the mask that hung all the way down to the ground covering her naked tits but her pussy was out there for the night air to stir.

I stood there like a statue as she walked up to me and coiled her arms around my neck and wrapped her lips around my mouth.
Her lips were soft as she mashed them into mine then pushing her tongue through my guard to entangle with mine.

My brain was swirling with thoughts of what was happening and what I should do.
I had a bottle of wine in each hand and was trying not to drop them and her body began to climb mine.
Her lips released mine and immediately sank her teeth into my neck, which almost cause me to drop both bottle to the ground.
Then I felt her tongue caressing where she had just bit, soothing the pain but betting me horny as well.

As her hand grabbed my cock through my pants I snapped out of it enough to realize we were out in the fucken open.
My instincts told me to run but my stupid cock was doing the thinking so I whispered to her to go back inside and we slowly moved back into the darkness of the antique store.

As soon as we were inside I locked the door behind us and she once more wrapped herself around me and kissed me inside the door.
For ten minutes we stood there mauling each other before she gently broke it off.
Her eyes were wild in the candlelight and I could almost see the beast that was trapped inside.

Picking up the candle she asked me to follow her then turned.
I stared at her naked backside as she walked deeper into the darkness of the store passed stuffed animals.
There was a bearskin on a chair with its eyes staring at me.
She led me to a winding staircase that was barely big enough for a person to walk up and we emerged into a large room with a futon in the center of it.
After placing the candle in a black candle holder she took the bottles out of my hands and put them on at corner table.
She then walked up to me and without a word started undoing my pants.

This was not why I came here for.
I was supposed to pick up something she said I would like for my collection of weird shit that I use to write short stories with not become the story.
She opened my belt and the top of my pants before starting to pull my shirt out of my pants and slowly up then over my head.

Dropping the shirt on the floor she kissed my chest as her hands moved around my waist and up my back.
She kissed me all over as her nails cut grooves down my back.
He lips move over me as he tongue left a wet trail marking her passage then she slowly made her way behind me where she kissed my back.
I could feel her licking the tits of the naked woman tattooed on my back and then she bit them causing me flinch.

She made her back around to the front of me and stood there staring into my eyes as he hands worked the zipper of my pants.
I could see her brown eyes staring into me from behind the mask as her hands eased the pants off of my hips letting them fall to the floor.

She moved a little closer kissing my lip then pushed my underwear slowly down following them as they slowly came off until they around my ankles too.
She asked me to lift my right foot and she slipped both my pants and underwear off and then repeated it for the left foot.
Slowly she started getting up but not before kissing the tip of my cock.

When she was standing once more she told me that she was going to get us a couple of glasses and would be right back.
She turned then headed off somewhere, the kitchen maybe.
Damn she had a sweet ass to look at.
I moved and sat my naked butt on the futon and waited for her to return with the wine glasses.

This was a surprising change of events.
I didn’t know what to think of the mask and veils, it was different that’s for sure.
“Man am I going to blog about this”, I thought to myself.

I was supposed to meet up with Mike and our nephews after I picked up what I was supposed to but it didn’t look like that was going to happen so I guess Mike will have to do the mentoring by himself
It seems that their parents think Mike and I would make good mentors for their sons.
If they would see me now they might think different.

She walked back into the room holding two glasses and a corkscrew, which she passed to me and asked if I would do the honors to which I gladly complied.
As the night grew on I was to do a lot of complying.
I passed her the open bottle, which she took then filled two glasses of blood red wine and passed one over to me.

We took a couple of sips each without saying a word to each other but our eyes were locked together the whole time.
I could see in her eyes what she had planned and knew this was going to be a wild night.
She put her glass down on a side table then took mine and placed it next to hers before her body slithered over top of mime then entangling her arms and legs around my body constricting my movements and escape.

She kissed me on the lips then gave me a wicked smile before she really kissed me then grabbing my head trying to suck my tongue out of my mouth.
As she attacked me I began to feel my desires rising inside me as my left hand grabbed her by the hair and I rolled on top of her.
My right hand moving up and under her left thigh, sinking my fingers into the soft flesh of her firm ass, my hard cock was pressed up against her pussy.

Our mouths were swimming in a river of mad lust, her legs wrapped around me and her nails buried in my scalp pulling my hair as our lips were fused together.
Having my fill of her lips I traveled to her neck and bit into her with my lips, tasting her sweet flesh as I slowly making my way down to her hard nipples.

She didn’t have the big tits I like but more than enough to gorge on and feed my growing hunger for her body.
I could hear her moans and felt her body writhe underneath me as I sucked on her tits, biting her nipples between licks.
I tried going farther down but she stopped me telling me it wasn’t time yet
I stared into her eyes then crawled back up her soft body then kissing her lips once more but more violently pushing her deep into the pillow and allowing our bodies to fuse together into one ball of fire.

I desperately wanted to push inside her but she wouldn’t let me, constantly saying it wasn’t time yet.
It wasn’t time, I don’t know when the right time was going to be but I was ready to bust out of my skin right then but instead she wanted to smoke some pot.
So we lay back and smoked a couple of bowls each while drinking wine until the first bottle was empty.

My whole world at this point was one big fucken dream.

I ay back on the futon staring at the ceiling and the reflections cast by the streetlight blinking outside window.
Her hand touched my leg bringing me back down to her wants, needs or desires.

“Come with me”, she whispered.
I followed like a lamb being lead to the slaughterhouse.

Down to the other end of the hallway and the dark blue curtain that stopped us.
She parted the curtain to reveal a room that was no more than a closet.
Four feet wide
Five deep and no more than five feet high
All the walls and ceiling were painted black
The floor was a mattress covered in white sheets and black pillows.

She bent down and crawled in onto the mattress then took my hand and pulled at me to enter.
I just stood there looking at this tiny room thinking about how small it was but I bent down just the same and crawled inside.

The clock on the wall struck midnight.
“It’s time”, she whispered.

I was ready when she slipped over my body and started kissing me.
She moved her lips next to my ear and whispered,
“I want you to fuck me”.
“ I don’t want you to be gentle, just fuck me”.

Then she reached under a pillow and took something from under it and proceeded to put it on my face but I stopped her.
She said it was nothing, only a mask.

I looked at the front of it and it was the scariest fucken thing you ever saw.
Maybe she liked fucking scary guys I thought.
“It’s ok”, she said.

I could see there were no eye holes to see out of, only breathing holes and it would leave me blind in this place that was getting hotter by the second.
I gently let go of her arm then lay back as she lowered the mask to my face placing me into darkness and at her mercy.

The little room was getting very hot with both our bodies in there and my feet were to long so I have them bent to be comfortable.
The heat, pot and wine had my head reeling when she took me in her hand and started stroking me while telling me how she wanted me to fuck her.

I could feel her warm lips wrap around the head of my cock as her tongue lubricated it before drawing a little more of me into her mouth.
The harder she sucked the hotter it got in that little dungeon and I wanted to take the mask off but I couldn’t move or didn’t want too.
My whole world was a dream right now as my thoughts were lost in a screaming whirlwind of lust.

Sweat ran off the sides of my body as she drew me from her mouth then felt her crawl over me as she positioned herself on top to lower herself on my aching cock.
I could feel myself entering her hot pussy as she slowly lowered herself until she was sitting on all of me.
Positioned beneath her I adjusted myself to meet her body as it found the rhythm that pleased her most.
Her moans fueled me on as I pulled her hips to me while pushing up at the same time.
She must have been using the ceiling to push down because there were times I couldn’t even budge her and she was a small woman physically.

It was getting harder and harder to breath beneath that mask and sweat was stinging my eyes, which I kept closed most of the time.
Her intensity picked up as she dropped her hands to my shoulders and dug her nails into me.
She was getting louder, it seemed louder in that little space until everything suddenly went silent with a shudder and she lay on top of me.
I couldn’t take it any more and pulled the wooden mask off of my face then dropped it next to me.
I took the one she was wear off as well with little or any protest then rolled her over without pulling out and started where she left off.

It wasn't long before I found our rhythm once more as she spread her legs wider to take all of me inside her.
It didn’t take long as I was almost there when she was on top of me and when I did cum she held me tight to her body and could feel her body tremble once more before we both went limp in that coffin we lay in.

I don’t know how long we lay in there as I had lost all track of time but it was a while before I saw her crawl out on all fours and make her way to the first room we had been in.
She came back dragging the other bottle of wine, the pipe and my bag of pot that I had left on the table,
Then she passed me another bag and told me to have some of those.
I looked into the bag and it was half full of magic mushrooms, it had been years since I had mushrooms but I still took and handful and washed them down with a glass of red wine.

She took a handful herself and washed them down with wine before filling the water pipe with some more bud.
I almost choked to death from all the smoke in that little spot and asked if she had a fucken fan before one of us died, me in particular.
She ran out of there and brought a floor fan that she directed at the ceiling so the breeze would bounce down on us from the inside and blow out the pot smoke.

We lay there cuddled up drinking wine and kissing when not until we both got aroused once more and started pawing at each other again.
I was beginning to feel weird, probably from the mushrooms and each kiss was like fireworks exploding in my head.

She worked her way down m y body once more and was eagerly sucking hard once more as my head feel back and I looked up in the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen.
Ruby red lips came down to mine and kissed me as my cock was swelling in her mouth.
Four hands touched my body pushing my senses to their limit.

I watched while they both went down on me taking turns as I watched, taking turns fucking their moist lips.
The new arrival then straddled me and sat on my cock while the other one made her way to the top and grabbed the bottle and sucked it’s nectar from it then lowered it to my lips and poured some down my throat.
She then straddled my face and told me to eat her cunt.

I was lost in my own mind or just out of it as I held he ass in my hand while my cock was getting pounded.
The sounds filling the room were foreign yet familiar as we all got lost in the fog we created.

I woke up as the morning light was making an appearance in the horizon.
There was an arm across my chest and my eyes followed it and saw her sleeping by my shoulder.
I looked around for the other woman but she wasn’t there.
As I stirred she woke up and asked me not to leave. I told her I wasn’t going anywhere then asked her where her friend was.
She said there was no one else then rolled on her belly and asked me to take her from behind.

I looked around the outside of the room for evidence of the second woman but there was none.
She poked at me with her ass then wiggling it to attract my attention which she had but what about the woman with the beautiful eyes, where did she go and who was she?

Six hours later I woke up once more and dragged myself out of the bed and went into the other room.
The clock on the wall said 10:30am.
I went to the washroom and on the way back I picked up the half empty bottle of wine and sat on the futon getting dressed.
Every now and again I took a sip from the bottle until it was done then stood up and went to the room and knelt down by her head and kissed her.
She smiled and asked me to call her later.
I told her I would and went to get up but she grabbed my hand and passed me something.
I reached out and took it then left.

I sat on a bench with the bag next to me surrounded by a blanket of morning glories pondering the night before.
Did it really happen or was it the combination of drugs and booze?
As I sat there thinking a woman walked by with the most beautiful eyes you ever saw and she smiled at me.

There’s a fine line between fantasy and reality.
My reality could be someone else’s fantasy or nightmare.


Have a nice weekend

Walker

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Walking The Dead ©

With a bag clenched in my hand I wandered out of the back alleys of the market and into the bright sunlight of the morning.
It was hot, to hot and it sucked what little energy I had left in my body which made standing hard to do let alone walking.
I didn’t even know where I was walking too.

I spied a bench in amongst some cedars and made my way to it.
There was a rot iron fence behind it that was covered with morning glories.
I sat there trying to remember everything that happened the night before but a lot of it was in a foggy haze, too much wine, pot and her.

As I sat there I realized there was no way I was going to make the five miles back home walking, I just didn’t have the energy for it.
I’m getting to fucken old for this shit I thought to myself.
As I sat there thinking I looked across the street and I saw an old greasy spoon I used to eat at when I ran with the wild bunch in the 70s.
Was this a mirage or could it have possibly survived all of these decades among all of these Yuppie joints?
Mustering up what little strength I had left then got up and stumbled towards the mirage.

I stepped inside and scanned the room.
A fat waitress stood at the cash staring at me like she was seeing a ghost for the first time.
I did my best to show her a smile and made my way deeper into this cave from my past until I found a stool in front of the cook who was working hard at making all the grease covered breakfasts people were ordering.

The fat waitress walked down to me and asked me what I wanted to order.
I looked up at her.
Her face looked familiar and I looked deeper into her eyes and I knew who she was.
She was the same waitress that was here thirty years ago, older and fatter but it was her.
I told her I wanted four eggs, sausage, ham, bacon and pancakes, two cokes and a large orange juice with a shot of bourbon.
She told me that she couldn’t give me the bourbon for another twenty minutes.
I told her it was fine.
The bourbon would straighten out my head a bit; it’s not the cure but it will slow down the withdrawals of the previous night until I got home to my bed.

I looked to my left and saw a sign indicating where the washrooms were so I pushed off from the counter, picked up my bag and made my way to the back and the men’s room.
It was surprisingly clean when I stepped in and walked to the sink and ran the water then looked at the mirror.
Fuck, I looked like shit.
No wonder the waitress thought she was looking at a dead man.

I bent down and washed my face running cold water through my hair hoping to cool down the my head and clear the brain some.
I looked back to the mirror and I still looked like crap.
Tilting my head over I could see bruises on my neck and a piece of a bite just below the collar of the shirt.
Pulling down the collar a little and could see another one next to it.
I looked like I lost a fight with a flock of vampires.

Moving from the sink to one of the stall I locked the door behind me and pulled out the gear to go for a piss and it was tender from the handling it got the night before.
After that I washed my hands and went back outside to my seat just in time.

The cook turned with a large platter filled with my breakfast and dropped it in front of me.
I looked up to thank him and was stunned to see that it was the same owner from thirty years ago and he hadn’t aged a day since then and I told him as much.
He sneered and told me that wasn’t him, it was his father but he worked there back then to then asked me if I used to go there because I looked familiar.
Those were bad years back then.
Years I have pushed deep into my subconscious.
This is where all the hookers and drug dealers used to come in the wee hours of the morning to eat after a day of debauchery
I told him I was in once a long time ago a really long time ago.

The first thing I took was a can of coke, which I drank in one gulp.
I hate hot coffee but will drink anything cold with caffeine in it; then I dove into the food.
My body was aching to get some energy and don’t even recall what it tasted like just that it was filling up the gas tank.
The cook turned and dropped four toasts next to me.
I didn’t care for the toast with the pancakes so I looked at some old wino sitting two stools down drinking a coffee and asked is he wanted my toast.
I could see he needed some food and probably couldn’t afford any.
He said he did so I slide the plate down the counter to him and went back to my food.

I wolfed down all the food in about fifteen minutes then chugged the second can of coke behind it to help it on its way to my bloodstream.
The waitress came over and put a shot of bourbon in front of me then wandered off back to her perch at the cash once more.
I took a sip of the orange juice and sat there for a bit looking at the inside of the restaurant.
The whole place looked like it did all those years ago, the customers were new but cut from the same cloth as those from back when I was a punk like them.
How many of these kids will be found dead soon and how many will live to remember them?

I picked up the juice glass one last time and finished it then stood up and wiped my lips then dumping the napkin into the empty plate.
I could feel life slowly racing through my veins once more.
Taking the shot of bourbon I pushed it to the back of my mouth and felt it burn its way down my raw throat.
Then I walked to the cash and asked the waitress how much the breakfast was.
She said $22.50 with the shot so I left her thirty and walked out the door.
I hadn’t gotten five steps when I heard a voice calling out from behind me, “Sir, your bag”.

Turning I saw the fat waitress with my bag in her hand so I went back.
While taking it from her hand I told her to call me Walker, not Sir then went back on my way up the street through old memories and back towards home.
Half way home my cell rang and it was my mother calling to see if I was coming next door for lunch.
She thought I was still home and didn’t know I was missing all night.

My mother hates it when I don’t stay home over night.
She remembers the old days and the two phone calls telling her that her son lay dead once in a puddle of blood on cement steps and another time on a hospital bed with machines pumping blood and oxygen through his veins.

I told her I wasn’t home and had gone for a walk but would be home shortly then hung up and went to a Tim Horton’s for an Ice Cappuccino.
It was still hot out as I made my way to familiar territory and closer to home.
Archie’s place was close by so I decided to head off there first to sit down for a breather and let my head clear a bit more.

Archie’s voice bellowed my name from a block away as I got closer to his place.
Him and Bernie were sitting just inside the door of the kitchen drinking beer when I walked up the steps and fell into a chair.
I placed the bag on the table and accepted the beer Arch handed to me.
He stared at the bag and asked what I brought him and I told him nothing.
What was in the bag was mine and he was not to touch it.

He asked me what I was doing out this early in the day and why I was coming from the other direction?
I told him I was on my way home from a party I was at the night before.
He gave me a look and asked why he wasn’t invited to the party and I told him because it was a private party.
Then he started whining like a child about why he wasn’t invited blah blah blah.
I told him to shut up, I couldn’t take his crap this early in the day.
I swear, as he gets older his brain gets more fucken childish.

A few minutes after finishing my beer I got up to go to the washroom and release the ice cap and other fluids I drank before I got to here.
I was standing in front of the toilet listening to the sounds of the Pissfall I was making when I heard Archie go nuts.

OMG”!!!
“GET IT OUT OF HERE”.
“Bernie throw it out the door, FAST”.


“I’m not touching that”.

“WALKER. GET IT OUT OF HERE, NOW”!!!!!!!!

I knew the fat fucker couldn’t resist and had to open the fucken bag.
Putting the gear back in my pants I flushed the toilet and took my time washing my hands as Archie screamed and yelled from the kitchen.
After drying my hands I walked back to the kitchen.

“What the fuck is your problem”?

“I WANT THAT OUT OF MY HOUSE” he said while pointing at the bag.

Didn’t I tell you not to touch that bag, eh, DIDN’T I”?
“I should shoot the both of you now for sticking your nose where id doesn't belong”.


Archie got up and hurriedly ran to one of the cupboards and pulled out a small bottle and then threw liquid at me and the bag.

WTF is that shit”.

“Holy water”.

“Well stop throwing it at me you fat fuck”.

“We got to keep the devil back”.

“If you don’t stop soaking me I’ll send you straight to hell and you could tell it to him personally”.
“Why did you open the bag when I specifically told you not to”?


“Because it’s in my house and I look at everything in my house’.

“Well the bag is in your house but what’s in it is my business”.
“Where the fuck are you going Bernie, sit the fuck back down”?


“But I have to go”.

“Shut up and have another beer, you’re not going anywhere until i tell you to go".

“Walker, what’s that on your neck”?

I touched my throat and looked down while pulling the collar for him to see.

“A Vampire bit you”.

“I think so”.
“Stop dousing me with the fucken water for fucks sake”!


“Don’t bite me”.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKEN MIND”?!
“Why the hell would anyone want to bite you, vampire or not”.


“Where did you get that thing” pointing to the bag?

I sat back in the chair and opened another beer.
“I got it last night at the witch's place”.

“I told you to stay away from her”.

“Give me that fucken bottle you sick bastard”.
“Yeah I went to her place last night and it was ………………..”


Have a nice day

Walker

Monday, December 17, 2007

The Red Clay: Part Eighteen ©

Yes I know it's been a long while but what can I say when you are busy and I will now do my best to finish it all before New Years and probably post it all in whole once before I take it down.
Have a nice day.

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Hali was having lunch with Adalia when Harmon came over and asked if he could sit with them.
Harmon was one of Hali’s friends and worked in the university lab, Hali had given him the scrapings off of the statue and asked him to test it for him.
Harmon settled into his chair and asked Hali where he had gotten the sample he had given him.
Hali told him it was scrapings off of an African statue that had come into his possession and he was trying to find out what it was made of.

Harold told him that the computer at the lab said it had various minerals found in the soil from the part of Africa it came from and there was evidence of human blood.
There were a couple of organic substances that the computer couldn’t identify as well.

Hali sat there thinking as Harmon was reporting his findings to him.
So there was human blood in the clay or could also be transfer from someone with a cut finger picking it up.
Maybe even some of the blood from the gas bar had gotten on it.
His mind drifted back to the gas bar, the blood was everywhere and the bodies were lying around like shattered jars.

Adalia’s touch brought him out of his trance.
Hali looked at her and smiled, he told her he was ok, just thinking.
He then thanked Harmon for checking out the sample for him and offered to buy him lunch but Harmon said he couldn’t stay because he had more things to do at the lab; he just came by to tell him about his findings.

Hali thanked him and told Harmon he owed him a lunch just the same next time he was free.
After Harmon had left, Hali and Adalia sat around talking about the weekend coming up.
They were planning a trip to see Hali’s grandmother in four months, right after he graduates and two months after that they were heading off to Africa and their calling, to help the children there.

After lunch Adalia had to get back to the store so Hali walked her to the commissary and headed of home.
His roommate wasn’t there so he turned on the TV and lay on the bed blankly staring at the set.
He looked to the night table and saw the statue sitting there and reached out for it.

His eyes opened to the sound of a distant noise.
It was dark as he looked around, he must have passed out.
Hali went to push up and his fingers touched the dry grass under him, he rose to the sitting position quickly and found himself staring out in a dark wilderness.
The sound of the drums was coming from his left so he slowly got up and looked around what should have been his room but was now somewhere outside he didn’t recognize, yet part of him did.

He started walking slowly in the direction of the sound but constantly alert to the sounds around him.
But for the moon in the sky there was no night anywhere.
There should be thousands of blinking lights from the houses and stores in his neighbourhood but this didn’t feel like home, yet it did.

He walked to the edge of some thick brush that looked like a tropical jungle in the dark and waded in towards the sound of the beating drums.
Onward he pushed through making a path where one had not existed before.
For thirty minutes he was whipped for his efforts before he came upon a clearing.
In the center was a crowd of people around a huge bonfire chanting and dancing around the pillar of flames licking at the night sky.

Trying to stay as quiet as he could, Hali moved along the clearing while still staying hidden in the brush so he could get a better look at what was happening.
As he got closer the sound of the drums grew louder and he could almost feel their beat in his chest as the sound rebounded off of him.
Getting within fifty yards of the crowd around the fire, knelt down and watched what looked like a village of African natives of one kind.
He didn’t understand what they were chanting.
Just then an old man walked out from the darkness to a stone platform and the crowd went silent then made their way to the alter.
The old man dressed in dark skins accented with feathers and bird claws looked like a witchdoctor.

The witchdoctor raised a hand to the night sky and the moon seemed to get brighter lighting up the whole area with its warmth.
He then began speaking to the sky, calling out loud with conviction as if he was summoning the gods themselves.
Two hands he now held high to the sky, fingers stretched out, straining to reach farther to the gods, begging for an audience.

The wind rustled the jungle around Hali as it blew past him and through the crowd to the witchdoctor then straight up to the night sky drawing the clouds together above them.
Thunder clapped the night sky as a streak of lighting shot down striking a large boulder blinding all that witnessed it temporarily.
Even Hali had to look away from its brilliance.

When his eyes readjusted to the darkness he looked back towards the village and the people were kneeling at the base of the boulder.
Hali looked at the boulder and on top stood a tall warrior draped in a lion skin with the main around his shoulders.
Stood up there straight and ridged like a statue holding a long spear in his fight hand anchored to the ground. Staring out towards Hali.

The warrior looked to the people before him then began speaking to the people and the slowly began to rise to their feet once more.
Hali couldn’t hear what he was saying.
Even though he didn’t understand the language these people spoke he had a compulsion to hear this man speak so he slowly moved out from the confines of the jungle and moved closer to the village only concealed by the darkness of night.

As Hali got closer he hear the villagers chanting “Thilivhali” over and over again.
Hali figured it was the warrior’s name.
The crowd stopped the chanting and he spoke.
The warriors words were gentle yet powerful that it gave you a sense of compassion, and pride.
Hali stood there listening to his words and ……. He understood what he was saying as if he spoke English… but how?

He told them that one day they would be free once more run with the wind and the antelope.
Free to hunt with the lions and swim with the hippopotamuses.
Free to live in peace with the ones they loved.
One day soon all the suffering over the centuries will be put right and their souls will be free.

Hali sat out in t he darkness on his haunches absorbing what was being said by the warrior, Thilivhali.
That’s when he spoke to him.
The crowd turned and looked into the darkness right at Hali.

The warriors jump3ed to the ground from the boulder and started walking out towards Hali, at the same time he spoke to him.

“You are the one who is to set us free” he told Hali.
“You are of my blood, of our land”
“We are your forefathers”.
“We are of the lion”.
The warrior started to walk faster towards Hali.
Hali didn’t know what to do, should he run or stay there and try and explain his presence here?

Every second that passed was a step the warrior took closer to him.

Hali stood up on shaky legs and stared at the warrior and he closed the distance between then.
Thunder crashed in the sky above as lightning lit up the sky.
Hali looked at he warrior and saw something was happening to him.
With every step he took closer to him he leaned farther forward until he was within twenty yards of Hali and then he saw that the warrior was now not as man but a giant majestic lion baring down on him.

Hali didn’t know what to do, a thousand thoughts rushed through his head.
How did he get to be here he thought and just them the lion lunged at him.
Hali stood there looking up in the air as he watched the lion stretched out coming down on top of him.

Jonas walked through the door of the North Side Social Club and was immediately met by a large man in a dark suit.
He was definitely sure that this was not a doorman but a gangster he was sure of.
The man told him that this was a private clubs for members only.

Jonas told the man that he was the landlord and was only stopping by to see how his tenants were and if there was anything they needed.
Jonas’ heart was almost racing as fast as his brain.
Just then the office door opened and a man in a tailored suit walked out followed by Leonard Cohn.

When Leonard saw Jonas he smiled and it and introduced him to the man and Mr Ross.
Mr Ross said that he had heard of Mr Beacham and All of it was good talk.
Mr Ross shook hands with Leonard Cohn and bid them both goodbye and walked out followed by the big mountain of a man.

Leonard invited Jonas into his office and offered him a drink of whiskey.
Prohibition may be law but everyone had and sold whiskey for a huge profit.
Jonas tasted his drink and he could tell this was not any of that watered down whiskey but the best scotch that could be found.

Leonard asked Jonas what had brought him to his place of business on this fine day.
Jonas decided to tell him the truth and told Leonard he came by to see what he had done to the place.
Leonard thought about what Jonas said for a little bit then got out of his chair and picked up the bottle of scotch from the bar and walked back to Leonard.
Looking at Jonas for a second he then reached out with the bottle and refilled Jonas' glass and told him that he had a proposition for him but only after he showed him around the place first.

Leonard put the bottle back in the bar and sat in his seat behind the desk.
He then proceeded to tell Jonas that this was a private club for members only and that they only let in a select few that could afford to pay the thousand dollar a year member fee.
For that money all the got was the opportunity to walk through the door and all members had to pay for anything they wanted or used.

The club provided all sorts of liquor and women, both of the best quality, not that cheap stuff you find in the Speakeasies.

Jonas sat back and listened with intrigue as Leonard listed the available services supplied for the clubs membership.
He was sure that Leonard was going to ask him to become a member before he left and the thought was becoming appealing to him.

After their glasses were empty Leonard took Jonas for a tour of the club.
He had spared no expense to make this place look like a club you would find in a well to do part of town and not along the waterfront.
Leonard assured Jonas that it was safe for anyone coming here, in fact his silent partner guaranteed everyone’s safety.
To that, Jonas had no doubt.

As they walked around, Jonas couldn’t help but notice the new walls that had been built separating the open warehouse into sections of private rooms and open lounges with book units filled with books.
A bar stood in the corner of the lounge with male servers standing around waiting to be summoned by a parton.

Next Leonard took Jonas to the lower level where Turkish style baths had been installed for members to go and relax and next to the baths was a room where one can go and get a massage after a hot bath.

From there they went back up to the main floor where Leonard walked through a door that opened up into a area that had gambling tables scattered around the room.
Another bar was at the back but here the servers were scantly clad women who were also entertained on stage every two hours when not serving members.

The more Jonas saw the more he liked what he saw, especially the women.
There were a couple that caught his eye and excited him.
He still loved his wife Maggie but there was things he wanted to do that she wouldn’t let him but was also disappointed with her as well.
She was unable to give him an heir as of yet and he wanted to have children, a son to leave him this legacy.

Leonard led Jonas back to his office and re-filled Jonas’ glass once more then asked him what he thought of the business.
Jonas told him that it looked lucrative but wasn;t he worried about the authorities?
Leonard laughed and told Jonas that there were 5 judges and the chief of police himself was a member of the club so there was nothing to worry about.

Jonas told him that he was impressed and would like to become a member.
Leonard smiled at him and told him that he had a better offer for him.
Leonard told Jonas that he was looking for a partner in t he business and he had some other business propositions for him to if he didn’t mind getting a little dirty.
Leonard told him that he understood that Jonas and property in Canada on the Lake of the Woods.
Jonas nodded indicating that he did.

Leonard sat back in his chair and offered Jonas a partnership in this business and in the whiskey smuggling business if he let them use his property in Canada to smuggle in the whiskey from the lake there.
With all its inlets coming into the United States it would be ideal for smuggling in boats with whiskey.

Jonas thought about the proposition.
Up to now he stayed relatively safe by staying within the law to make his profits but he also knew that he could increase his profits by ten fold if he took advantage of the situation.
Jonas asked Leonard what would happen if they were caught?
Leonard told him not to worry and if anything ever did happen to just say you didn’t know what was going on up there because you only go there in the summer months and the last time you were there everything was fine.

Jonas told him he would like a little time to think about it as it was a big decision and Leonard told him he fully understood and to take a week if he needed but for now he would like Jonas to be his guest to the club and he could have anything he wanted including a five thousand dollar marker at the casino on him.

Jonas thanked him for his generosity and Leonard pushed a bottom on a panel at the side of his desk and a man walked into the office.
He told him to take Jonas to the back and to give him anything he wanted on the club’s bill.
Jonas got up, thanked Leonard Cohn and shook hands before he was led to the back.
Leonard Cohn sat back in his leather chair then took out a cigar and lit it before he got lost in his thoughts.

In the casino, the man to Jonas to the cashiers booth and got him five thousand dollars in chips and told Jonas to enjoy himself.
He told him that if there was anything he needed, anything at all, he was to ask him personally and he would get it for him.

Jonas took the chips and went to the craps table.
He wasn’t much of a gambler outside of business and to him that wasn’t even a gamble, he was shrewd in his business deals.
He stood around watching at first and betting one a few tosses before it was his turn to take up the dice and to start throwing.

He tossed the dice and rolled a seven now he had to throw them again and try to catch them again and when the dice stopped spinning they showed a 2-5, he won.
For hours this went on and a crowd was now gathering around him cheering him on.
A few were trying to ride his coat tail by betting along with him
Many had lost believing his luck would run out in the next turn only to loose their money instead.

A soft hand touched his shoulder causing him to turn and look into the deep blue eyes of the most beautiful women he had ever seen in his life.
She smiled and his heart skipped a beat, then she asked him if she could get something for him to drink.
His tongue seemed paralysed in his mouth but he manage to say he would like a whiskey and watched her walk away.
She look just as beautiful from behind as she did from the front.

While she was gone Jonas played a few more hands until she returned with his drink and that’s when he decided he wanted to take a break for a little bit.
He asked her what her name was and she said it was Veronica.
He then asked if she would join him at the table for a drink but she declined saying that she had to serve the other members.
Jonas nodded his understanding with a disappointing look on his face.
A look that the Nick, the man who brought him to the casino noticed from the back of the room.
Before Veronica could leave Nick was there asking Jonas if everything was ok.
Jonas said everything was fine and thanked him.
Nick looked at Veronica and asked her if she would like to sit with Jonas while he was here and he would find someone else to do her section for her.
She looked at Nick with a smile and said yes, she would like to sit there and talk to Jonas.
Nick told them to have a fun time and headed off back to his perch in the casino.

Jonas and Veronica spent the next few hours playing the various games in the casino, periodically stopping for a drink and a chat.
Jonas was enjoying her company, more than any other females company ever since he met Maggie.

As the evening progressed Jonas found himself leaving the casino with Veronica then down to one of the private rooms on the other side of the building.
Inside the room was decorated in the latest style and was kept very clean with clean sheets on the bed.
Veronica held the door open as Jonas walked in past her then heard the lock slip into place.
He turned to face her as she walked towards him wrapping her arms around his neck then kissing him on the lips.

He took her in his arms and kissed her back and as their burning lips heated up the beast inside him began to grow like it never had before.
In his forties now his hunger for women and sex only grew as the years went by and right now he wanted nothing more that to tear Veronica’s clothes off and ravage her body.
He grabbed the front of her dress and tore it apart and bit into her breast with a hungry mouth as she grabbed at the back of his neck in pain and pleasure.
He pulled the dress of her shoulders revealing her breasts to his mouth and he took each nipple in his mouth and bite and sucked on them.
Her moans only added fuel to the madness building up inside him when her turned her around and bent her over the foot of the bed.
He raised her dress and pulled her undergarments down then entered her from behind and thrust inside her with the first push.
She gasped against his initial invasion of her body sinking her fingernails into the bedding deeper with every thrust of his hard shaft.
Insane with lust Jonas pounded away at her against her moans and gasps until he couldn’t hold himself any more and filled her up with his fluids.

There was a knock on the door as Leonard sat there in his chair.
He told who ever it was to enter and Nick walked in then sat in front of him to give Leonard his report on the night’s business but Jonas wasn’t as interested in the nights business as he was about Jonas Beacham II’s night.
He told him Jonas had won another ten thousand on top of the five thousand he had given him
Right not Jonas was in one of the rooms with a prostitute.

Leonard smiled, it was a fair trade as far as he was concerned.
The profits will outway the cost but what impressed him the most was how easy it was for Jonas to get hooked into his sceme.
There was no chance for Jonas to refuse his proposition now, especially after tonight’s events.
If he did refuse, he could always blackmail him for his suport but something told him he wouldn’t have to resort to that level.
At least not yet.

Before him stood the same doctor that had refused to help fix up Domingo until he was ordered by the general when they were in Cuba.
Hali told the docotr he was needed up the ways and to get his bag to come with them.
The doctor looked past Hali and could now see Betty standing behind him in the distance.

Doctor Wilks looked at Hali it was to late for him to be going out and he didn’t administer medicine to Negroes.
Hali remembered this mans hate for him and his Dakarai after he was ordered to help Domingo.

Hali took a step towards Doctor Wilks and pulled out the gun from his pocket and pointed it towards Dr. Wilks.
He had no time to waste arguing with this man while Dakarai lay dieing back at Jeb's house.

The doctor looked at the pistol in Hali’s hand then back at him as he thought of his next move.
He told Hali he needed to get his bag and started moving back into the house with his hand still on the door when he suddenly moved to close it but Hali got his foot in the way and forced himself into the house.
A woman screamed from the other room and Hali looked to see a woman with her arms wrapped around two children.
Hali told her to be calm and that he was only there to get the doctor to help him with a wounded man.
He then turned to the doctor and told him to get his bag and this time no tricks or he would shoot him.

The doctor picked up his bag and led the way back out the door where Betty was waiting for both of them with the doctor’s buggy ready to take them back to the farmhouse.
On the ride back the doctor commented that Hali looked familiar to him but didn’t recognize him from the area.
The doctor didn’t remember their first meeting in Cuba and Hali was sure he should tell him now.
It took the about forty-five minutes to get back to the farm and inside they found Dakarai unconscious but alive.
He had lost a lot of blood.

Hali pointed to Dakarai and told the doctor to get to work and fix him up.
The doctor went to the bed and took off the bandages to get a better look at the wound.
A poultice of some kind had been put on the wound to stave off infection.
He had seen this before among the natives and in Cuba when he was there during the Spanish American war.

He asked for some hot water and a clean sheet if the had on torn into strips.
He then went to open his bag but Hali reached down first and opened it for him.
Inside Hali found the doctors tools and a small pistol in a pocket at the side of the medical bag.
Hali took the gun and passed the bag to the doctor after it was safe for him to have it, Hali could see the venom in the doctor’s eyes as he passed him the bag.

First the doctor cleaned around the wound with clean hot water and some of the strips of clean cloth then he took out a blunt knifelike tool from his bag and slowly pushed in into the wound in search of the bullet.
When he felt the bullet he started pushing it out of the hole in Dakarai’s chest.
Grabbing the bullet with his finders he passed it to Hali then cleaned around the wound again before he started wrapping the bandage around Dakarai’s chest.

After he had finished bandaging Dakarai he got up and asked Hali what was to happen to him now.
Hali looked at him thinking for a little while then told him that he could leave in the morning but for now he would have to wait and keep an eye on his brother.

Hali moved to the table but in constant view of the doctor and sat with Jeb.
Jeb told Hali if he let the doctor go, he would only go and get the authorities and come back then most definitely hang all of them.

Hali had already surmised that might be the situation but he was not prepared to murder a man, even one of the doctor’s moral fibre.
A man who swore to save lives should not be looking at the color of others skin.
He then asked Jeb if there was a place they could go and be safe at.
Jeb said he had a hunting cabin back in the swamps of Louisiana that was well hidden and hard to find.
The only way to get there was by boat and he had one out there they could use but he said he wasn’t sure if Dakarai would survive the move in his condition
It was also a dangerous place to go to with alligators, snakes and other creature that lived to kill.

Hali didn’t see any other choice.
Even if he killed the doctor it was only a delay because his wife must have gone for help already and they would be out looking for them even now.
He told Jeb they would just have to risk it and in the morning they would head out for the cabin.

In the morning Hali went to the doctor and asked him how Dakarai was.
The Dr. Wilks told him that if the wound didn’t get infected he would have a good chance to survive and should be on his feet by the time he was to be hanged with the rest of them.
Hali pulled his gun out and pointed it at the doctor’s head and told him to stand up and head off for the door.
He lead him outside with Jeb following behind them then told the doctor he was free to go but when the doctor went for his buggy, Hali told him he was to walk back home.

As soon as the doctor was out of sight Hali ran back into the house and started getting Dakarai ready to go.
They would use the doctor’s buggy until they got to the swamp and then the boat to go deep into it to Jeb’s hunting cabin.
Using the buggy would get them quicker and hopefully avoid any more trouble with the locals.
As soon as Dakarai was better they could leave and explore this new land, but first Dakarai must get better.

They bounced along the road for about and hour trying to go as fast as they could but not to fast as to jar their patient too much.
They could now see the tree line where the swamp started and relief started to come over them until they heard a noise from behind them.
Hali looked back and could see riders racing towards them in the distance.
They had to be not more than a mile back and would more than likely over take them before they reached the swamp at this speed so he gave the horses their heads and raced off down the path towards freedom or death.

Jonas sat in his office blankly staring at the figures infront of him.
His partnership with Leonard Cohn had been a very profitable venture and he was making ten times more now than he used to but his good fortunes was not what was on his mind.
Over the last two years his profits might have increased but so was his family.
Maggie was now pregnant and due at any moment.
To make matters worse, he had managed to get Veronica pregnant as well and both were due about the same time.
He didn’t; know what he was going to do.

Someone knocked on the door and a servant from his house came in and told him the doctor was at the house and wanted him to get home as quickly as possible because Maggie was giving birth.

Jonas grabbed all the papers and took them to the safe and placed them next to the leather satchel.
He then grabbed his coat and rushed out the door for home.
As soon as he walked through the front door the doctor was there with a worried look on his face.
He informed Jonas that there was something wrong with the baby and his wife.
She had lost a lot of blood so far and the baby had not come out yet.
That’s when the midwife came out and called the doctor back into the room and he closed the door behind them.
Jonas paced up and down the hallway before the door opened once more and the doctor came out.

The doctor told him he had bad news for him.
He told Jonas his son was dead and his wife was barely holding on, she had lost a lot of blood and was going through a lot of pain.
He said he gave her something for the pain and she would probably be going in and out of consciousness for the next few days.

Jonas walked passed the doctor and into the bedroom.
Maggie was lying on the bed with her eyes half open and she looked like she was lost to the world.
As he sat on the side of the bed, he saw the small bundle wrapped on the table, a son, his son.

Maggie tilted her head up as he took her hand and asked him how the baby was and he told her the baby was fine and she should just get some rest for now, then she lay back on the pillow and went to sleep.
Jonas got up and went to the door, pausing for s second to take one final look at his son before exiting.
In the hallway Jonas told the doctor to send him his bill for his services and the cost of taking care of his dead son.

He then asked the doctor if he could send a nurse over to stay for a couple of says with his wife until she got better.
The doctor said he knew who to send and that he would be by the next day to check on her himself and would bring his bill in at that time.

Jonas walked to his study and sat there sipping on a brandy while thinking about this night’s events.
That’s when his servant came in to tell him that there was someone at the door asking for him.
Jonas went to the door and Nick was there waiting for him to tell him he was needed back at the club.

Jonas told him he couldn’t go anywhere now as his wife was still ill and his baby had died during birth.
Nick offered his condolences but said it was important and it might even make him happy if he came with him, it was Veronica; she was going into labour.
This was the last thing Jonas wanted to hear on this night but he got up and took his coat then told the butler he was going out and would be back later then walked out the door and into the carriage Nick had waiting.

The whole drive to the club they were silent, Jonas didn’t have anything to say.
As soon as they had gone into the club Leonard was there waiting for him holding a box of fat cigars and he offered Jonas one then congratulated him on the birth of his son.
Jonas just stared at him blankly and told Leonard his son was dead.

Leonard looked puzzled and told Jonas that his son was not only alive, but loud from the moment her was born and Veronica was in fine shape to.
Jonas realized what he now meant and walked off into the back where the private rooms were.
Nick stepped next to Leonard and whispered something in his ear; understanding came across Leonard as he watched Jonas walk into the back.

Jonas walked into the room where Veronica lay and she smiled as soon as she saw him walk in.
He grinned a little at her.
Then he heard a baby’s cry in the corner and then walked over to the crib and met his son for the first time.

Veronica told him that the baby looked just like him and he had to agree with her.
She then said that he would need to find a place for them to live because she couldn’t raise his child in this place.

His child he thought.
He wasn’t going to leave his son in this place and he wasn’t going to have this woman raise his son.
All she was to him was entertainment.

Jonas went to Veronica and told her that she had nothing to worry about and his son would be raised in the proper environment with everything made available to him.
Veronica smiled at his words and told Jonas that they would make a great family together.
Jonas told her that yes they would be a family then told her to rest and walked out to talk to Leonard.

Maggie woke up with a fright and called out for Jonas.
Jonas was by her side immediately and she begged him for her baby.
Jonas calmed his wife down and told her everything was fine then got up and went off to the corner of the room and came back holding a baby then put it in her arms and told her it was her son………..

To be continued.

Walker

Thursday, November 01, 2007

A Halloween Kiss: Part Three ©

Walker looked at the first sentence and at the open box on the coffee table, how bad could it be he thought; the thing was empty.
He put the letter down and went back to the couch where Lana lay still unconscious from fainting.
He liked her better when she wasn’t awake.

He went to the bathroom and came back with a wet towel and started trying to cool down her face, maybe she would wake up and he could bet out of this creepy place.
It didn’t look like she was going to be waking up any soon so he left the damp towel on her forehead and looked at the letter once more.

DO NOT OPEN THE BOX THAT ACCOMPANIED THIS LETTER.

Well that part is a complete bust now isn’t it?

Hi walker, I assume this is you and you have figured out how to find my cabin through one of my drafts in my blog.
I always knew you were a smart one.

Yeah right, Walker thought to himself as he stole a peek at the open box.

I don’t want you to open the box because it was made for a special task in the early 14th Century.
It was made to trap and imprison an evil demon that was terrorizing the Balkans and has for over six hundred years.

I want you to take this box and bring it to the address at the bottom of the page and give it to my sister Ava, she will know what to do after that.
You might like her; she is kind of hot and your type.

Now how would he know what his type was?
Walker looked towards Lana and she was still not stirring but she had nice legs.

There are evil people; worshipers of the demon that want to take it and set her free to start her bloody rampage once more.
I think they are the ones behind the missing bloggers, taking and sacrificing them to the demon.

I am sorry I had to bring you into this but I didn’t know anyone else who I could trust to do this for me.

He probably means he didn’t know anyone more stupid than Walker that would do this.

You got to get the box to my sister’s place as fast as possible and she will give you all the information I have documented about the demon and his cult.
Don’t trust anyone but my sister with this.

Your friend

FB

Ava Prim
999 Elm St.

Great, now he had to go somewhere else and deliver this stupid empty box.
Demons, bah, bull shit he thought.
FB must have been on drugs if he believes in demons, what next, Vampires and fucken Ghosts.

He folded the letter and stuffed it back into the envelope and took the open box off of the coffee table and started to inspect it.
It was obviously as empty as it was when he opened that damn thing and he didn’t see little green fucken demons hiding in it either.

The box was made of wood and stained red and its sides were ornately carved with what looked like devils dancing around a large flaming fire with a lot of naked women.
The design went around the whole box, which was about 12 x 8 and about six inches high.
The inside was lined with a blood red silk cloth.

It was held closed by what he thought was a brass lock but a closer look told him that it was gold not brass.
A latch shaped like a woman’s leg came down connecting to a similar attached to the box and then you had to push a slider that looked like a cock between the legs and into a ring the held both together.

Walker thought that this was cool, he loved boxes and erotica but this was both in one.
He wondered if FB’s sister would mind if he kept the box now that it was empty, not that it was his fault or anything like that.
After having inspected the inside and the entire outside he was satisfied that it wasn’t made in China then closed the lid and slipped the lock into place, sealing the box once more as he found it in the safe, empty.
Just for the record if anyone asked.

No sooner had he closed the lid on the box, Lana started to stir.
Walker got up and walked over to the couch and took the compress from Lana’s forehead and asked how she was doing.

Lana opened her eyes and stared at Walker in the eyes.
There was something in her eyes he hadn’t seem before and he and Lana had already had that eyes contact when they first met when he had her tied up on the bed.

Walker could hear a low sound, it was like a soft growl and it was coming from Lana’s throat.
She grabbed him by the front of the shirt and pulled him down to her.
He tried to pull back buck she held him with strength he had never seen before in anyone one.
Her lips violently devoured his with a ravenous hunger.
He could feel her nails digging into the back of his swollen head from the beating she gave him earlier.
Lana pushed her tongue into his mouth; it was so long Walker thought it was going to slide down his throat and choke him.

She then pushed him back to the floor and got on top of him.
Walker couldn’t get her off of him, not that he was trying real hard but every time he pushed back at her he found himself facing twice as much as he was putting out so he decided he would just let it go and see what it got him.

Lana released his lips and stared down into his eyes as she was grinding her ass indo his growing crotch.
She sat erect on him and reached up and cupped her tits then looked down at them.
She smiled and closed her eyes and her tits started to grow bigger and bigger.
WTF was going on Walker thought.
As much as he loved big tits he had never seen them grow that fast on a woman unless he was inflating One Eyed Betty.

She looked down at Walker and asked him if he liked her tits now.
He didn’t have to say anything to her she could see it in his eyes as she tore at the blouse sending buttons in every direction of the room.
Her eyes were closed as she held her perfect tits in her hands pinching her nipples hard as she massaged them, still grounding herself into Walker’s hard cock.

Walker really loved it all but if she pushed down any harder he was going to have more that a busted nose.
Fuck it he thought and reached up and grabbed her tits and her eyes went wide open and he pupils were fucken black as the ace of spades.
That freaked him out so much he was up and on his feet sending Lana flying to the floor butt first with a loud thud.
What hardon he once had in his pants, was now down and hiding in his back pocket.

Lana slowly got up on her feet and was walking towards Walker with a smile on her lips and tits pointing at him like to big torpedoes.
Walker grabbed the poker from the fireplace and told Lana if she got any close her was going to crack her skull in two.
He knew she was a crackhead; they always go weird on you when they need a fix.

She told him that her name wasn’t Lana; it was Ava, Ava Prim as she walked closer to Walker.
He told her not to move because he will really let her have it.
How did she know about Ava Prim she didn’t get a chance to look at the letter unless she was always Ava Prim and she just started to show her real self?
She’s probably a mental patient from an asylum or he was and wished he were back there now.

She told him that she wasn’t going to hurt him, just fuck him a little or maybe a lot and she took a step closer and walker swung the poker at her head like a bat.
Lana or Ava who ever she fucken was, grabbed his wrist and crushed it until he dropped the poker to the floor then hit him so hard he sailed over the couch and hiding the floor hard.

Walker couldn’t believe he was getting his butt kicked by 105-pound woman, AGAIN for the second time in one night.
He was thinking he was getting way to old for this kind of stuff as he crawled back up to his feet.

Lana picked up the poker from the floor then tossed it to Walker and told him to try again.
Walker moved forward and knew what was going to happen if he took another swing at her, the woman was as strong as a bull.
He stepped in and raised his arm in the air but this time instead of hitting her in the head, he kicked her in the pussy as hard as he could.

She just stood there smiling at him
Walker though she must be dead not to feel that.
Next thing he knew he was flying through the air again, landing on the sofa so hard it flipped over spilling him on the floor not far from where he landed the first time.

Lana walked up to him as he lay there on the floor and held out the poker to him again.
He just looked at it and told her where to shove the poker.
She just smiled at him and said “You first” then took a step towards him.
That got his to his feet real fast with his back against the wall, not that he thought that it would save him.
From what he had already seen and gone through he knew she could probably shove that up in him and he wouldn’t be able to stop her.
The look on his doctor face would be priceless when he went for his next prostate check and he found that there though.

Lana asked him his name and he told her that she already knew his name.
She looked him straight in the face and told him that she wasn’t the person he thought she was.
She was Ava Prim, her friend Lana was in the box on the table.
That was it, he was 100% sure Lana was at least cracked if not a crackhead.

Lana/Ava went on to tell him a story.
She said that she was forced into the box by an evil demon, which then took possession of her body.
He is a Necromancer and devours souls to survive but first he needs to terrify his victims so that he could get the maximum amount of energy from their souls before he sucks the life from them.

He found her three years ago through one of her servants that he met online and managed to get invited to her house during the day while Ava slept.
The next thing she knew she found herself a prisoner inside the box.
She has been trapped in that box for three years now, waiting for someone to come along and free her so she could get her revenge and thanks to him she will now be able to get her body back.

Walker was sitting in the chair listening to her tell her story while still trying to think of a way to smash her skull then run down to the car and head on home to pretend this day never happened.

Ava came over and sat next to him and told Walker that she needed his help to get her body back.
Walker pried his eyes off of her chest and looked her in the face and asked her about Lana.

Ava told him that Lana was safe for now in the box and would stay that way unless someone was to destroy the box with her in it.
When Walker asked Ava how they were going to get Lana from out of the box she told him that if he helped her find the Necromancer she would help him set Lana free from the box and not before then because she needed Lana’s body so that she could find her own body.

Walker then asked her that if destroying the box would kill the occupant, why hadn’t the Necromancer destroyed it to kill her instead of keeping it in the safe.
Ava told him there was always a catch to any dark magic.
Even though she was imprisoned in the box and the Necromancer had taken over her body, it was her essence that kept it alive.
If that were to be destroyed the body would die, so killing her would be killing like himself.
The same isn’t said about the body, if it dies the soul in the box remains alive and could transfer to another body when it’s opened.


Walker sat there thinking, even if all of this was true and he was not in some drug-induced nightmare, he didn’t know if he could trust Ava.
Even her story was hard to swallow in fact it was the kind of stuff doctors use to lock up people in rubber rooms with and throw away the key.

After a bit Walker agreed to help her find the demon and get her body back.
He didn’t know why he was going to help her.
Lana gave him a headache for the short time her knew her and Ava who was possessing Lana’s body was giving him a bigger one now.

He got up and picked up the box and told her that he had a car with some friends down on the road.
He also told her that he had a good idea he knew where the demon was and showed her the address written on the letter he found in the safe.
Ava told him that it was her address that was on the paper, not only had the Necromancer stolen her body but also her home.

Walker started walking towards the door and Lana/Ava was following him when he stopped and asked her if she was going top put something one to cover her tits.
Ava looked down at Lana’s new tits and gave then a firm squeeze and told Walker she liked them out like that.
But she would cover them if it bothered him.
Hell no it didn’t bother Walker a bit, wait until the guys got a load of her back at the car.

The wind was howling through the trees as the couple staggered through the dark woods the whirling sound seemed closer.
What had they stirred awake in that cabin?
What could have been hidden in that bricked up safe that they had unleashed on the unsuspecting world?
A dark shadow pressed down on them as they came to the opening of the meadow.

Walker opened the back door and let Ava step in first the Walker sat next to her.
Mike looked through the rear view mirror and stopped what he was about to say and turned to see Lana’s tits sitting out in the open like the nose on her face.

Mike asked walker in Greek why Lana’s was topless.
Archie turned to look to when he hear topless, his suicide sauce covered jaw fell open at the sight of Lana’s boobs.
Walker told Mike that it wasn’t Lana, that this was Ava.
Mike gave Walker a strange look and asked him if he was drunk or maybe he bumped his head again.
In fact, it did looked like he had been beaten up again.

Walker told him it was a long story and would tell them on the way to the new place they had to go and gave Mike the address.
About two miles down the road Walker had to tell Archie to turn around and face the front he was drooling all over Walker’s shoes.

On the way to Ava’s house Walker brought Mike up to speed of what had happened in the cabin and the fate of Lana.
Mike said he never heard of someone else possessing someone else’s body but if it were ok with everyone he wouldn’t mind possessing Lana’s body for an hour in the back seat when all of this was done.

Walker asked Ava how they were going to get Lana out of the box again and back into her body.
She said that first they had to capture the Necromancer then she would have to transfer back into the box so Lana could return to her body and then she could transfer back to her body and trap the Necromancer back into his prison.
That sounded easy to Walker, strange but easy.

An hour later they drove up Elm Street and stopped infront of a huge mansion.
Walker looked at Ava and asked her if this was her house and she said it was.
He then asked her who else lived there and she said just her and a servant, the same servant that put her in this predicament.
This was a big house for just one person; it must have ten bedrooms in it at least he enquired.
She told him twelve bedrooms to be exact and each with its own bed, then grinned at Walker.

Walker told Mike to drive past the house and park the car.
They will try and go up to the house undetected.

Mike said that he was coming along this time.
It seemed like every time he stayed in the car Walker was coming out with a different woman or at least one crazy woman who thought, she was two different women.
Archie said he was coming to because he needed to go to the washroom.
Walker told Archie they weren’t going up there to use the fucken toilet, then told him to take the box and follow them.

While they were stealthily moving along the shadows slowly up towards the house Mike moved in closer to Walker and asked him if Lana’s tits looked bigger to him.
Walker told him to shut up and keep quiet.

They got to the side of the house where Ava told Walker there was another way in from the back that was always kept unlocked.
Along the side of the house they went until they got to a door that lead down into the cellar.
Pulling up on the handle the door slowly opened and he placed it up against the side of the house and walked down the dark steps, the others followed in behind him.

Walker took out his Zippo and lit it for some light as they made their way to the stairs leading upward to the first floor.
Ada said that these stairs lead to the kitchen.
The went up the stairs and when he got to the top she stopped there and listened through the door to see if he could hear anything.
It was quiet on the other side of the door so he slowly turned the handle and pushed out the door a little bit so he could see if there was anyone infront of it in the kitchen.
He saw no one so he opened it a little more and edged his head out and got a better look at the surrounding room before he ventured out of the cellar.
Ava was next to emerged followed by Mike and then Archie bringing up the rear.

Walker said that they would split up so they could cover more ground.
He and Ava would go upstairs and Mike and Archie could check the first floor but they had to be careful, they were dealing with a killer demon.
Mike and Archie both laughed at the mention of demons but they said they would keep their eyes open for any ghosts and washrooms.

Walker turned to Archie and told him to pass him the box.
Archie gave him the box of wings.
WTF was this?!

Archie told him to get the box and he grabbed the box of wings like walker asked.

Walker wanted to pummel him and would have if Ava hadn’t grabbed his arm and passed him the wooden box.
He couldn’t believe Archie grabbed the fucken wings.
Always about the food with Archie wasn’t it.
With the box now in his hands now he started up the stairs with Ava as Mike and Archie went to check out the first floor.

Mike lead the way around the corner from the kitchen to what looked like the study.
He was using the little flashlight on his key chain to see where he was going because the house was dark and they didn’t really want to start opening up lights since they just broke into the place and he didn’t care what that crazy woman Lana or Ava said that it was her house.

Just passed the study Archie opened a door and he was rewarded with a toilet sitting waiting for him at the other end.
He told Mike to wait for him so he could go to the washroom and pulled the door closed behind him.
Mike moved to a dark corner so if someone walked in they wouldn’t see him standing there in the hall like a sitting duck.

As he stood there he heard a noise coming back from the study where they had just come from.
Slowly he moved out of the shadows and closer to the sound.
Pressed up again the wall he looked around the corner and saw a woman sitting behind the desk smiling in his direction and stroking her naked tits.

Mike pulled back behind the wall and stood there as his heart started beating faster.
Slowly he leaned over and looked around the corner again and this time she had walked around the desk and was bent over the top with her ass pointed in his direction, legs spread and playing with her pussy, he could see it glistening in the dark even from this distance as he fingers slipped in and out of her.

Mike pulled back again and stood there trying to think of what he should do.
Run to look for Walker and go in there and fuck that ass off of her.
He knew what he wanted to do but Walker would think different, probably want to fuck her himself the greedy bastard.

Again he leaned forward to take a look at her and as his eyes went around the corner he was startled to find her face pressed up against the wall right there next to his.
He stepped back and she came around the corner.
She asked him if he was gay or maybe he just didn’t like her since he didn’t come out into the study and fuck her like she wanted him to.

She walked up to Mike and ran her hand over his baldhead then pulled him closer top her, bent down and kissed his lips.
Mike wasn’t one to refuse a woman and grabbed hold of her and kissed her back as they slowly made their way back into the study and on top of the desk.
He slowly moved down to her tits and started sucking on her hard nipples and her fingers dug into his scalp.

Walker didn’t see where she came from but she moved swiftly and hit Ava so hard she flipped over the railing and fell landing on the steps at the bottom.
Walker looked down and saw her twisted body lying upside down at the bottom of the steps.

The woman that jumped out and hit her turned now and faced Walker.
Walker went to say something but a swift movement from the woman sent him flying down the hallway and crashing into the wall.
As he lay slumped on the floor he thought to himself how many times he had the shit kicked out of him today and where the fuck did all these super women coming from.

The new woman walked up to him and stood there looking down at him for a few seconds and then told him she was happy to finally meet him after all this time reading his blog.
Walker looked at her and couldn’t place her.
He asked if she was a lurker and she started to laugh out loud.

Walker rolled to his side and started getting up again and as he was pushing off of the floor he saw where the wooden box had fallen next to the wall.
In this dim light he could see that she was tall and beautiful with long raven hair that fell over her shoulders and cascaded over her tits.

She smiled at him and told him that he was impressed that he followed his instruction to the letter and brought him what he needed for his survival.

Walker was dizzy, hurt and confused but it started to dawn on him a little or he was finally cracking up.
He was FB, FB was the Necromancer and was in Ava’s body and such a nice body it was as his eyes swallowed he up for a second, just a second because a backhand slammed him against the wall but this time his legs kept him standing.

FB slowly walked up to him and told him that he was right, that he was FB and thanks to Walker the rest of him plan was falling into place.
Plan, what fucken plan?
FB hit Walker with an uppercut, picked him off of his feet and dropping him to the floor in a heap next to the box.

FB told him all of this was so that he could get Walker here so that he could take over his body.
He had planned it all.
His murder and the fiery crash that burned his body to a crisp, then to get walker to help him and bring the box to the house.

FB would open the box and allow Ava’s essence to enter a dead old woman and when in there he would kill her.
The he would kill Walker and use the box to enter his body and no one would be the wiser.

Walker asked him why he chose him and not someone else.
FB told him that he was the perfect person because for one he had killed most of the women on his blogroll and eventually they would be linked to him so he needed to get away now and also, Walker’s blogroll had many women on it and its just what he needed.
Women were terrified more easily than men and their souls did taste better when they were terrified.
Just then Walker saw something FB hadn’t noticed.

She pushed Mike off of her and got to her knees infront of him and pulled out his cock from his pants and started sucking on it.
Mike stood there with one hand on the desktop holding him self there so he wouldn’t fall down as she slid his cock between her lips.

Mike was in heaven when he looked down to watch her sucking on his cock when she let his cock slip out of her mouth and she looked up at him.
She then smiled and Mike say her teeth, they looked like vampire teeth and then her face when a few shades of grey and she opened her mouth to bite his cock off but before she could sink her teeth into his shaft he whacked her on the side of the head with the telephone that was sitting on the side of the desk.

Stepping back he put his pecker back into his pants and pulled out his gun and pointed at her.
She got back to her feet and Mike told her to stay where she was because he will shoot her but she didn’t care and walked towards him.
No one could say Mike didn’t warn her and let loose hissing her three times in the chest knocking her back a few steps but she didn’t fall, she kept on moving forward.

Mike fired twice more and he saw that her wounds were healing almost as fast as he was shooting her.WTF was going on.
Damn Walker gets him into trouble all the time, he raised the gun and she her through the head.
That should put her down and it did until she started getting up again, it was time to leave and slowly started movie back toward where he had come from.

They heard the shots upstairs and FB turned in the direction of the sound just in time to get a brained by Ava who was not dead for some reason.
FB stumbled back as Ava stepping toward him and started pummelling him or technically herself since he was in her body.
Walker got up and took a vase off of a table in the hallway and smashed it on FB’s head that only seemed to piss him off more.
He knew that feeling and the one where he gets punched in the nose yet AGAIN.

He grabbed the box off of the floor when he got up this time and started making his way down the stairs to the first floor when Mike came running up to him screaming something about naked vampires.
He asked him where Archie was and he said he was in the washroom.

Archie was sitting on the toilet doing his business while still eating cold chicken wings.
Archie live to eat and he does it all the time, even on the toilet if he could.
Just then the door tore open and a naked woman was standing in front of him with some mean looking teeth.
She stepped into the washroom and stopped dead in her tracks.
Covering her mouth with her hands she started gagging, then staggered out of the washroom.
Archie got off of the toilet and pulled his pants back up.
Grabbing his bucket of wings he walked out of the door and just then a loud scream made him jump up spilling chicken wings out of the top of the box.
He looked up and there was another woman with wild eyes bearing long sharp teeth running at him.
He turned and started to run towards the kitchen, the vampire quickly reached the spot where Archie had jumped and she slipped on a chicken wings that had fallen on the floor then went up into the air and came crashing down on a wooden chair sending one of the wooden legs through her heart.

Archie found Walker and Mike near the kitchen and told him about the crazy women with the long hungry teeth.
Walker told them to go down to the cellar and out the same way they had gotten in, he was going to wait for Ava as long as he could.

Ava was battling it out with FB in the upstairs hallway and so far it was a stalemate until she got knocked down head over heels down the stairs again.
She looked up and could see FB in her body walking down the stairs towards her again, that’s when she saw walker waving at her to go down in the basement with her.
She slowly got up and made her way to the cellar door once more and they both went down the dark stairs.

Walker passed her the box and told her it was time for her to switch back with Lana so they could get FB back into the fucken box before he killed all of them.
He told he that as soon as FB came down he would open the box again so she could switch back into her body once more.

Ava agreed and took the box and held it infront of her then opened it.
That same cold air filled the room and Ava/Lana collapsed to the floor once more but this time with a thud because walker wasn’t close by to catch her.
He was busy keeping an eye on the stairs just in case FB or one of his friends showed up.

Just then the door at the top of the stairs burst open and FB was walking down the steps.
Walker holding the box walked deeper in the darkness of the cellar luring FB towards him and away from Lana.
As soon as FB got close to him walker turned the box him FB’s direction and opened it before he turned and hid behing a huge crate.
As he stayed there he saw FB fall to the floor much like lana had down twice that evening when the bos had been opened.
Believing that he was safe, Walker stood up and started coming around the crate when he realized that it wasn;t really a crate.

Just then and as it does in any halfway decent horror story the clock sounded out 12 times, ah, the witching hour is with us thought Walker as he quietly prised loose the lid to what appeared to be a coffin.His morbid curiosity had been aroused when that delightful little minx Lana had been rummaging around in the bedroom earlier in the evening.
Who knows what she had been looking for but it was now certain she would never find it, because FB was hopefully trapped in that box once more.

He pushed the top off and it was in fact a coffin, probably FB’s or was it.
Ava said that she had been trapped in the box for just three days, there was no way FB had gotten the coffin here that fast and even if he could he didn’t see a coffin at his place when he was there earlier.
Ava said she was sleeping when FB came to her house so he couldn’t have been a vampire.
Ava slept during the day she said.
Ava’s voice made him turn around.

Walker faced Ava and she slowly ran her hands over her body getting the feel of being back in her skin once more.
She looked at her open coffin behind Walker and told him that since he found her bed he might want to crawl in there with him for a little while.

Walker told her he didn’t think so and now that everything and one was in their rightful bodies he should be getting along.
He was tired and sore all over from all that had happened that night.

Ava told him that she couldn’t let him or his friends leave because of what they seen and now he knew that she was a vampire and her name wasn’t Ava Prim but Vampira.
She had rearranged the letters of her name to get Ava Prim.

She told Walker she would be happy to turn him and make her just like she was, a vampire.
They could live together watching the centuries go by.
Walker told her he didn’t want to live forever and certainly not with her and started to move when a woman he had not seen before appeared infront of him bearing her teeth.
Another came from the other side flanking him with Ava in the front.
It didn’t look good for Walker but just then the cellar door swung wide open and the early morning sun filled the basement.

Ava and the other vampires screamed in pain and ran to look for a dark corner to hide away from the sunlight.
Vampira started to turn but all of a sudden something came out the front of her chest, it was a wooden stake.
She grabbed the front of it and started to scream out into the early morning air as her body began to smoulder until it burst out into flames then she crumbled literally on the floor in a pile of dust.
The others had met the same fate as their master since it was her essence that kept them alive.

Walker walked out from behind the coffin and walked up to Lana who was standing in the center of the cellar holding another wooded chair leg and when he got close to her she whacked him in the head and demanded to know where her blouse and bra were.

Walker rubbed his sore skull then passed her his leather jacket and told her he would tell her about everything tomorrow when they wake up at his place.
She looked at him, his place?
He smiled, then kissed her before they walked out the cellar and into the bright sunlight.

I hope you all had a safe and Happy Halloween

Walker.