Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Tiffany X

BEAST OF BEAUTY
COME WITH ME FROM LEBANON
CHAPTER X
SCENE I

“My god Nicholas Edin where the hell are you?” Standing her office

window, studying the pouring rain, a bite of her perfumed thumb nail on

her tongue, it had been days now since Nicholas's god awful, deadly

explosion. Understanding his anger at Syefan but what was the purpose

of his baneful treatment of her? “Earth to Tip,” that she’s to wave a

package her way “I have the samples, really, that was quick.”

Remembering that day as it was yesterday and how Nicholas's evil look

seemed to pierce her clear through unto her soul. He was almost wicked,

this wickedness really intimidating her. “Well I told you how good they

were, here’s the proof, did you tell Sissy, not yet, I thought Tip you and I

could take a look first, you know, privilege ourselves.” Of course there

was no excuse for what Syefan had done, he had to be out of his

head, there wasn't any other excuse for it. “Is that code Erica that she’s

not here, ah she’s here, but is she also not here.” “You know kidda the

way you were just now, only more feeble, or twisted or something like

that.” “So when are you guys going to tell me what’s happening, I mean it

doesn’t take an expert Tiffany to realize there is more than trouble in

paradise.” “They just married and they’re on the brink of this parting

of ways already,” “I doubt Erica it’s that serious,” moving again into that

interesting dream out the window at pondering again where had Nicholas

Edin disappeared to, “at least I hope it’s not.“ “So what happen?”

Completely obvious of how Nicholas would ever forgive Syefan, that the

way he went after him, plainly he wanted to kill him, or so he thought.

“Maybe you should Erica wait and let Sissy tell you, it’s clear Tip you

Know, why shouldn’t I?” “Tip, come on, if I’m to tread softly at least I

should know why.” That it was things such as this that could really wreck

a person's sanity, leaving them slain emotionally forever. Their now

disgruntled outlook spoiling their free, living sexuality, sensuality

rendering a disconnection that's farce, deadly and unaffordable.

“Nicholas intended marriage some years back fell apart Erica because

Syefan and Nicholas’s fiancee were having an affair.” Now as one trying

to swallow a thickness in her throat that just refuse to go away, that evenly

in Ericas’ sight attending a single tear at the corner of each eye. “A very

extension one, Nicholas was engaged?” As one backing this incapacitated

validity into the nearest seat was the ideal that Nicholas was promised to

someone other than Tiffany Ann so out of kilter to her. “Engaged Erica

Lynn and only a few hours from marriage before she called and cancel the

entire thing.” “I’m still Tip trying to get over his being engaged to marry

someone other than you, I know I felt the same, disappointed, even

jealousy, why?” “Come on Tip you know why, you and Nicholas Coogan

are simply meant to be, you mean like you and Matthew?” “Yes,” with

implication brightening Erica right up as this was something she’d not

straightway considered “I guess you’re right about that.” “So shall we?”

Making ready as though she’s to unveil such the mystery did Erica Lynn

wonder whether this also was true of Susan and Syefan. Meaningfully that

this little discrepancy of theirs was only a bump in the road, just the slightest

jarring impact temporarily forking their path.


MY SPOUSE WITH ME FROM LEBANON
SCENE II


"We need to talk, talk about what?" With at least three weeks passing

Susan and Syefan not knowing how to deal with the recent events, not

being honest about their feelings nor their fears they drifted further apart.

"What do you mean about what?" "Us Sissy!" "You and I, my god!”

pitifully contacting a painful temple at getting a better look at her

face to face, the stinging rebuke she was. "We're not courting any more

Sissy, we're husband and wife, and just how convenient Sye that

is for you!"Was there here no manner of sympathy lost toward Syefan at thinking how he'd indeed planned marriage in the midst of a landslide

betrayal. "Don't answer," responding negatively to a ringing phone was

Syefan Erin as one who’d not slept in days.” Indeed like Tiffany they still

hadn't seen nor talked with Nicholas Edin, actually none of them had, as

far as they knew he was out of town on business or at least that's what he

wanted everybody to think. “We can always Sye get an annulment, an

annulment, is that really Sissy what you want?" "Look! Witnessed upon

as one holding the phone into her seat was a resentful Susan Faye truly as

one getting back to work at realizing agonizingly he’d possibly made his

second worse mistake at bringing such private issues into her office. "I

know Sissy I made a mistake, I may as well murdered my baby brother,

even you, Stef at that matter, because Sissy that's all betrayal is, a manner

of homicide, don't!" Evenly infuriated by the phone's endless inter-

ruptions did he need to get this confession out or off as it was such the

tremendous weight. "Please don't, don’t answer, ---this is a business Sye,

Mrs. Coogan here, ---damn it!" Spinning off into a slam of his fist was wife

Susan making these tormenting trials worse than any imagining "what the

hell do you want from me!” “ I want my wife, I, I Sissy want some support,

well Sye you made this bed, you're now to lie in it, do you really mean

that?" As one momentarily spinning off into a maze of in-absolutes,

uncertainty and headaches, "you don't mean that." "I don't know what I

mean any more," activating the slightest tingle of emotions at touching

her nose, to blinking at readied eyes, to rubbing at a thorny throat. “I

don’t know how I feel, or what I’m suppose to think.” "Ok, ok maybe this

wasn't a good ideal,” seeing she’s to raise into a rub of tense, wayward arms

at getting her wondering self to the nearest window, a look out and about.

“I'll see you at home, I won't be coming home, ---what?" “I won't be there

tonight, that doesn't make sense Sissy and you, ---well I'm sure that's exactly

what your brother has been saying these last weeks" "What happen is

between me and my brother damn it!” Rushing abruptly into her space, at

suddenly grabbing her shoulders, getting into her very breath, immensely

horrifying and startling her. “It has nothing, ---nothing to do with us!" "You

hurting my arms, you are a betrayer," as those in a pointless scuffle having

jerk those awaiting spills apart from her at sweeping her chin, "that has

everything to do with us!”" "My god Eye you’re you're hurting me, look you

remember the vows you made to me," backing away sorely preoccupied was

he breathing fast into a bellowing disengagement at not realizing his own

despairing strength. “Remember the day we got married?" "What were

they?" “For better, for worse huh?” “For richer, for, ---I know them all too

well Syefan Erin, thank you., ok then Sissy, do what you have too, maybe I

deserve this, maybe you do." That as those very words spilled their amoral

venom at again igniting a turbulent, approaching Syefan Erin again laying

rough hands on her "you are my wife, and I have all the respect in the world

for you, I do love you, I will not lose you, not over some petty mis-

understanding, “ I will not Susan Faye loose you.” “You see, I didn’t come

here to divorce my wife, right now pain has it's gritty little hands all about

my heart, ---it's tearing it apart!" "If I didn't care, if I was CARELESS!"

Visibly with a raised voice, airborne arms and hands at venting his

mountainous even furious depression, "my precious darling wife, I doubt

very seriously it would hurt this freaking much." "No,” shaking a daring

head, as so look her directive were they both emotionally handicapped by

these demoralizing issues. “If you leave me, that Mrs. Coogan will make

you the betrayer, "you baby, not me, ---you!"



...LOOK FROM THE TOP OF AMANA...

SCENE III





"Nicholas!" Opening a door knocking to him was this to Erica Lynn the

sweetest surprise, Nicholas Coogan had returned. "Hello Erica is Tiffany,

yes," you look different, something about the hair, yeah, something, let me

get Tip for you, thanks," restively feeling his hands at limits to sit did he

instead stand at walking over to a particular wall painting as there were

several. "Tip!" Rushing in like she'd seen a ghost did Erica Lynn have the

most amazing news for her "I'm in here, --girl guess whose here?" "My god

Erica calm, ---Nicholas, ---Nicholas is here?" “Don’t you play with me

Erica, girl he look so damn fine, god he give me chills, go, go, I'm going, my

god!" "Tiffany!" As one finally about to take a seat did he greet her

appearing to him instead with a stand "Nicholas it is, I hope you don't mine

that I just stopped by, no, I don't, --what, you don’t, what is it?" “Oh, it's just

that you look so refreshed, ah, I got back in town this morning," "I've been

tending to business all day," as one recanting his purpose for being there so

un-announced did Nicholas Edin actually look absolutely riveting, almost

glorious, like he'd been to heaven and back. "I wanted to call you, I decided

I would stop by instead, well I'm glad you did, please sit, I don't want to sit,

I think I’m too, too ---if you don't mind Tiffany I want to apologize, you

know for being so terrible to you these last weeks, it was completely unfair."

"Apology accepted Nicholas of course, I just can't Tiffany get over how

perfect you look, I think I miss you even more then I’d imagined” displayed

as one needing to draw close to her, wanting to touch her, to inhale her deep,

even to bring her into those now uninhabited spaces of indescribable

intimacy. "I've also Nicholas missed you as you say more than, ---tomorrow

night, I’m sorry I completely lost my, ah, will you escort me to dinner and

theater?" "Les Miserable is playing and I would love it if you would attend

with me, yes, I would like that, good, well it's getting late," as one taking off

after the door without her at a glance of his time piece at making a speedy

exit, was there something either of them could say, do to keep him there? "Is

it pretty lonesome here without Susan?" “Pretty much, until tomorrow,

you're ---not going to disappear on me again are you?" "Your god Tiffany as

this witness, I could think of nothing but getting back to you, ---ahhh god

Tiffany I missed your mouth, ---my mouth?” Seductively examining and just

as soon clearing a tear escaping was Nicholas Edin snappishly as one

welcoming those unspeakable lips into a well designed smooch. “These lips,

it’s tongue Tiffany, especially it’s” at the both of them biting into as to ingest

themselves into one the other incisively. Even permanently, all that

wondrously firing creatures like themselves were to offer, was this their

undying sweetheart. “I will never leave you again, god help me I can’t, as

thy prisoner in love baby most crippling to my very blood, I could never

leave you again.”



...FROM THE TOP OF SHENIR AND HERMON...

SCENE IV

"I'm glad you're here, not for long," closing his case, grabbing his jacket

was a hurried as this Syefan Erin getting out to urgent matters, "the office

just called, something about Mike and, anyway, I thought you wasn't

coming home." "I came to apologize," as one seriously getting in his way

did Susan Faye realize her approach earlier was completely wrong. "I'm

sorry I didn't listen to you, you have your reasons Sissy to be angry, to be

angry Sye yes but to be indignant and foul no." "What can I say?" “You are

right, this is basically between you and Nickie, he won't speak to me still, he

probably will never speak, come on Sye,” as one this crestfallen was Syefan

Erin allowing wife Susan Faye to fit on his over coat at checking his overall

look into the nearest mirror. “You can't believe that, it’ll pass, you'll see,

and I'll be right here baring both it's pain and joy with you." "I love you

Sye, there's something Sissy you don't understand, I didn't tell you before the

wedding on purpose." "I made certain we were married first, I guess I was

afraid, it doesn't matter," folding herself within the keen, incredible man

Syefan Erin was at designing his powerful hand into the most heartfelt

smooch ."You came to me today Sye needing your wife, needing her

shoulder to cry on and I treated you awful, no, I’m the one that's sorry, like

you said Sissy we'll get pass this, right?" "Right" similarly smooching his

hands additionally, that adorable neck unto that charming,

taste good, feel good mouth, this their persistent harmony. “I better get,

knowing the commissioner Sissy he’ll soon have a car sent for me, you be

safe, sure, you know I will.”


...FROM THE LIONS' DEN...

SCENE V

“You’re serious, you’re really Sole thinking about asking for this girl’s

hand in marriage?” “If you come with me for sure, come with you, what

kind of proposal Sole would that be with me as third wheel.” “Anyway

you’re talking about Jamaica and I’m wasn’t, no, no, she’s here, tassel live

right here in New York.” “New York, then how the heck did you two meet,

easy spring break of last year, she and most of her class was their partying

you know.” “So she’s a party girl I see, No, not as you think, she was

making fun time of a spring break, it wasn’t as disorderly Derry as you’re to

imagine.” “Look,” contacting his loving brother resting hand at truly

appealing faithful and sincere to him, “I have Ronda’s blessing, I just want

you to met her, plus she’s not coming alone, she’s bringing her older sister

Kiefer Bay to meet me as well.” “So,” as one easing back precariously at

suspecting little brother Soledad’s true intentions, who was getting the hook up? “A blind date, whose blind Desrek man, these are good, trusting

people.” “You’ve only Sole known her a year how can you be so certain,

maybe that grown up, sort of wisdom you persuaded so of Ronda, need I

remind you?” ”She told you about that?” Witness upon as one smiling hand-

somely upon him did Desrek Allum wonder what else did Corranda Bren

confide in him. “Yeah, what else did she tell you?” “Are you going to grant

your little brother his wish list or not?” “Wish list, ah I like that, really.”

“So this Kiefer person, my blind that, is she available?” “I don’t about all

that Derry man, I’m busy trying to get my own foot in the door you know,

she’s as pretty as you, this Tassel person, I like to think Sole I’m more

handsome than pretty, but yes, Tassel Berlyn is pretty, in a drop dead,

gorgeous sort of way.” “What’s that, what?” That depressing, faraway

look, I don’t know Desrek man, as I was describing her to you I considered

her as one whose been abused.” “As one mistreated mentally, even socially,

what make you come, ---possibly Derry by her parents the most.” “And this

Sole is an assumption, so, in so many ways Derry it’s apparent, she’s happy,

but is she just as sad, connected in ways very impressive but just as

disconnected,” “I don’t know, she could be saying the same to her sister

about me, no Sole I doubt that, sound like you’re her opposite, meaning is

she equally yours.” “Then you’ll come with me?”“I’ll come with you so this

Kiefer person won’t as well feel the third wheel, but the marriage proposal is

yours Sole and yours alone.”


Stopped


...FROM THE MOUNTAINS OF LEOPARDS...

SCENE VI





"Ummm," researching and inhaling his wife delicious cooking at coming

in indeed for a look, perhaps even a taste, was Barbara Ann the greatest

cook. "So what did Sye say?" "Nothing much, he was too fatigued,

"could

hardly stay awake." "What are you cooking that's smelling so good?" "A recipe

for

baked clams I got from Sissy," "Sissy," thinking how divine it all smelled but how did

Susan Faye know such things? "I didn't

know she cook," "you didn’t know she,” “Sissy is

a great cook," "her grandmother taught her." "It's not that

disappointing is it?" Referring

to the sudden long face of Bradford Elam moving off sordidly at one misplacing oneself

"just hoping the

brothers work it out." "They will," "now taste," "ummm

that's good,"

"almost as good as you" contacting her at her lovely waist into designing himself a

darling

kiss of her neck, her ear, lovingly tickling her.

“Dinner my good sir will be ready in

thirty,” pushing off into fitting on hands mittens, checking her over, it’s load of corn bread

muffins. “So you really believe there isn’t much Barb to worry about,” “I mean Sye does

keep saying it’s just a big misunderstanding,” “that if Nickie speak with him,” “you don’t

think that’s to spoil your dinner?” Seeing he’s to take a tall, cold brew from the frig, “no,”

sitting into that kitchen table to her, cracking the top open into a face altering sip “not at

all,” “I do this all the time remember,” “yeah I kidda forgot whose appetite I was talking

to.” “Anyway Brad what you think he’s to tell Nickie that’s to make this difference?” “I

couldn’t Barb begin to guess,” “but Sye seem to think it’s to make all the difference,” “and

I do mean all.” “Like he know something even more revealing and if only he’s to have his
chance you know.” “Maybe Brad this isn’t about he and Stephanie at all,” “suppose it was

only made to look as though they’re the betrayers,” “you know with us looking through a

glass darkly,” “well honey at this point only god and Sye knows.”




THOU HAST RAVISHED MY HEART MY SISTER, MY SPOUSE
VII

"{{{Nickie this is Sye again," "look I know I'm the last person you want to hear



from," "please Nickie there is so much about this situation that you don't understand,"



"none of which is going to excuse what has happen" "but that which will help you under

-

stand why." "Please Nickie," "I miss you," "call me" "better yet come by." "It's not



going to just go away" "not unless we do as father taught us," "we confess it," "forgive

it,"

"and we forget it," “please Nickie.”}}}

Listening to that message possibly for the tenth

time, a message killing a distraught

Nicholas Edin so harshly. There wasn't anything he

could think of that would cause his

brother and his lover of three years to betray him,

nothing he cared to understand.
"My lord I was beginning to think no one was here"

displaying herself glad he'd finally answered the door thinking he wasn’t home was she just
about to leave. “You’re not dressed I see,” “it’s good I’m early, huh?" Not as one dressed

for going out was Tiffany about to be stood up for dinner and theater "we’re still,” “I

thought we," "I tried calling you," ingesting a bitter undecidedness at

stretching a moving

nostril into a slight brush away was Nicholas Edin this unpleasant fellow. "I decided not

to go," "well can I at least come in?" " I

wouldn't be very good company," testing and

blinking those marble eyes of his was Nicholas Edin emotionally feeling his worse. "Did



something else happen?" "It’s just that I been looking forward to this evening,” “to seeing

you,” “at Tiffany your own risk,” as one moving aside that she’s to at her wish and jeo-

pardy enter right at his getting back to kitchen chores. ”I was just fixing a snack," "you

want something?" "No thank you," "I still love this place"

framing a dazzling awareness of

hers up and all around at unbuttoning her coat into a seat . "It's so" "I

don't know,"

"lovable," "by the way Tiffany you look

really stunning tonight," as one coming around to

her side did Nicholas Edin even in his sentiment so wrought-up appear appetizing "I'm

sorry I had to cancel," "it's ok," "there'll be other times I

hope." "You sure you don't want

any?" Conveying the stalwart breed he was into a

clearance did he witness Tiffany

thrusting off what could’ve been discomforting shoes to stocking feet "I make a mean ham

on rye." "I would like to use your bath," "sure," "you

know where it is." Busying himself

all the more Nicholas Edin was possibly thankful

Tiffany was paying a visit, maybe it

would help get his mind and especially his heart off. "So how can I help,"

popping a

cherry tomato into her sultry mouth at tying an apron on, was she as well sporting a pair

of Nicholas’s house shoes. "Could you can hand me that onion?" Being this adorably

close to him did Nicholas Edin smell thoroughly deserving "maybe this is not a good



ideal," halting everything into a wipe of those manly hands of his was Tiffany presence

more tempting and thus challenging than he’d anticipated, "what is not a good

idea?"

"This Tiffany!" Viewed upon as one with a heaviness most crucial, even blood crippling

into thinking the last thing he needed was to be along. "Your

being here," "I want to be

here," slithering her way between him and the sink was Nicholas Edin instead as one

declining the enticing gesture Tiffany Ann always was. "You need

me to be here," "I can't



feel you inside me," "come on Tiffany don’t " “don’t do,” “don’t do what?” As one getting

directly into his marvelous decline, that delectable ear at seducing him her way. "I can't

Nicholas feel you

inside me,” that it was then, at this fervent accord that Nicholas Edin

dropped every

thing into a kiss of this ravenous lechery tantalizing his very blood at

ingesting her excessively within their erotic explosion would Tiffany Ann have
Nicholas

Edin inside her. "Where you

going?" Bearing forth a terrible arousal at her breaking free

into unfastening her apron at him

being so exhibited by this titillating seductress. Help-

lessly as one this horribly possessed of her did he follow her, what else could he indeed

do?

"Where you think I'm going?" "Don't you want me?" Backing further away from him

at

undressing herself as so leading him into his intriguing bedroom were they both at the

height of eroticism. "More Tiffany than any imaging" as one beginning his own undressing

truly what an inconceivable detour she was, as so this

astounding head on collision of a

good death, "always," "then have me.



With a vexed as this Nicholas giving her splendid chase, laughing, crashing and



clashing them upon the bed were they sparring and toying with one the other this

specialty of ill-tempered blood. Hastening to disrobe her, to have her flesh and boiling

over lust to be one with his, this scorching organism could Tiffany feel his harden arousal
pressed against her blistering sentiment until just

the intriguing lyrics of both of their un-

clothing was morbidly stirring alone.

“My god you’re so beautiful" was a spicy, scorching nakedness simply

superb through-

out them both "So amazing Tiffany" tearing into her at wrestling amorously with her was

Nicholas Edin

instead breaking up at falling, even moving away at being at this prompted

forfeiture. "Nicholas?" Designing her especial nakedness directly into

him, into his marve-

lous back, that vivacious neck, ear, scent at discharging his very blood to boil. "I

can't feel

you inside me," launching again at this bite of his ear at seizing that luscious tongue of

hers was she as a voluptuous songs

propelling him directly into this one at consummating

their insatiable lust along a fierce foreplay at penetrating an amazing discovery of one the

other's erotic identities.



Memorizing, yes indeed fantasizing at each anguishing thrush of him discovering her



hot, sweet wetness Nicholas Edin was so good at this. Detected continually as one taking



her hard, strong, and as they willed were Tiffany's insane tattling a relentless devotion to

this excellent man striking her blistering walls. Evidently eating at her fiery bosom a

luscious infraction ingeniously maneuvering his lustful overtaking Tiffany Ann

found her-

self lost, lost in love, lost in unparalleled passions as Nicholas Edin Coogan.

Inconceivably but were they paramount utterances of heart quarrels at
renovating

defective confiscation. That interpreting a fulfillment critically overmastering at col-

lapsing into shivering climaxes, falling into one another arms, a rapid

explosion vibrating

intensely throughout them both. An emotional but soothing zenith to their erotic high-



rise, she, this premium of serenity at soon dozing into a sleep that's been preventing

them both for days and days were they this unified in flesh and blood simply what the

doctor indeed ordered.


THOU HAST RAVISHED MY HEART WITH ONE OF THINE EYES
SCENE VIII

"Is this thing between Nickie and Tip really serious?" Laying her reading aside at



cutting her lamp out was Bradford Elam as a husbansd snuggling in close. "I don't really

know," "I hope so." "I think she would be really good for him," "don't you think so?"

Turning a look to see

her way could he tell Barbara Ann wasn’t as generous "I don't

know Brad," "like I told you before I've never really trusted Tiffany," "suppose Sye is

right on the

mark with her,” “you said yourself how he's seldom wrong," "that's seldom

Barb." "I

mean," "well to me she's this mysterious person Brad that we know so little

about," "we're

Barb talking about the same Tiffany Ann we attended a year of college

with," "that you

knew as a good friend once?" "You're right," making herself comfortable

in bed at as had an early morning of getting the boys off to school "I'm

being silly." "I

just think he could do better," "what is all this negativity about Tip

coming from?" "Any-

way be honest here there is no doing better than Tip" imaging what it must be like to

have

such a woman as Tiffany Ann "She is a wonderful woman Barb," "trusting," "honest."

"Yeah"

knowing what Bradford Elam really wanted to say "and extremely beautiful,"

"she's too real to be true," "my sentiments Brad exactly."





WITH ONE CHAIN OF THY NECK
SCENE IX

“You think Kassel figured what it was I really wanted,” “and that frighten her off?”

“No,” sipping the last of his tea glass which was mostly sugar was he and brother Soledad

having a late lunch, “how can you be so certain?” “Because Sole the last things boys you
want from a girl is a marriage contract,” “believe me she doesn’t have clue.” “I hadn’t

considered that,” “my god,” “plus you said she told you her sister had to cancel and that

she really wanted to wait until she was free to join you two.” “You’re asking for some-

thing to be wrong when it isn’t,” “you’re right,” “I’ll just take a deep breath and shake off

this nervousness.” “You think Ronda is gonna change her mind about leaving here?”

“Why,” “did she say something to you?” “No,” “not really.” “Which remind me Sole if,”

“or when you and this Kassel person wed where will you guys make home?” “I’ve try

not to think about that,” “I mean Jermaica has always been home,” “and moma is gonna

have a fit if I choose New York.” “Parents are like that Sole at first,” “a change that

going to redirect their children unto other parts of the nation or world,” “but they get over

it.” “Yes Derry for sure,” “I can tell how over it moma is everytime she speak of you or

Ronda.” “I take it you haven’t told her what you’ve told Ronda and myself?” “I don’t

know Derry man I thought I would wait to at least until the first born and break it to

them.” “I don’t know Sole man since you’re making such the step perhaps it’s time I be

honest with the one woman I would love to marry.” “Back to that fantasy huh?” “When

are you going to see May?” “What make you think I haven’t,” “because when it come to

her Derry you’re pure chicken,” “always have been.” “It’s that Maaseiah is delicate and

things with her have be handled delicately,” “word is Sole though she’s has rebound it

wasn’t that far from home court,” “yeah,” as one unnervingly chopping into his now

chilled soup “the chicken man loses another round.” “Aw nall there’s no lost here,” “May

has never been one to rush such things,” “I have plenty of time.” “Just how long Derry has

it been?” “Forever Sole man and a day,” that he’s to display himself this sad, but was

Tiffany Ann, known to them as Maasieah Adonai always that one that got away. “I hope

at least this time you’re to explain to her how you really feel,” ”why you think Sole I’m so

up close and personal with you and your attempts,” reaching into his inside pocket that

he’s to draw forth a pad and pen at tickling his brother mightily “I’m to take notes.”


HOW FAIR IS THY LOVE MY SISTER, MY SPOUSE
SCENE X

“I can ‘t feel you inside me,” emerging a dynamic fascination unable to keep his eyes

or hands off of her at walking her to her door was a frisky as this Tiffany soon whispering

a tickle of herself into his ear at morbidly stimulating a yet aroused as this Nicholas Edin.


Penetrating his fuming lust into a piping heap at devouring him fast and furiously a hot-

headed foreplay stumbling and fumbling them into the house. Unto this throbbing

eagerness tussling them throughout unto her bed chamber at undressing to have him, this

critical identity inside her. Acutely this feasting upon, within at

stripping one the other

bare, at tearing into private, pulsating flesh and fluid of life this titillating, tantamount

meeting of intemperate creatures as themselves in love.



“Ah god what should I do,” peeing into the Refrigerator for a drink, even a snack at

bearing urgent and substantial news, at yet debating whether she’s to awaken Tiffany Ann

or not with said news at rushing without thought into Tiffanys’ room was

Erica Lynn soon

flabbergasted at what she found.

Obviously two beautifully exposed

persons all tangled into one another, was it indeed

awesome to see and if Tiffany could

read her mind, easing the door closed, would she

more than kill her.

Easily and ardently this witness to Nicholas’ strong, hairless chest,

those large muscular legs from

his feet straight up to the tip of his tight, barely covered
ass. "Wow!” as one displaying mouth covering awe did a stunn Erica Lynn especially

remember Nicholas' strong, shapely arms being draped passionately

about Tiffany's

beautiful small frame, as so his grand, candidly carved legs packaged so

entirely about

hers.



Thinking if only she had her camera as they were truly this picture perfect at easing


her way out "you go girl" funning, wondering how can something that beautiful, that



legendary keep itself so hidden. Discovering Nicholas Coogan as one even more



fascinating than she'd imagined would this vast temptation be literally impossible.


Yet as one fanning, walking and thinking how right a cold shower would be at reaching

again into the re

frigerator to get a cold drink instead. Unable to resist the burning

enticement, the most erotic

thing she would ever catch on camera did Erica go into her

bag with hopes she could

sneak back in and snap what would be photographs of the most

exceptional and wildly

sensuous coupling of lovers yet to be seen.





HOW MUCH BETTER IS THY LOVE THAN WINE
SCENE XI



“What the astonishing eve huh,” “this incredible place you’re to have Cros?” Sincerely

as one beginning to realize getting next to Christian with purpose to seduce

him would be

harder than she anticipated. That if Carmilla wasn't so positive that it was beneath any

woman to love him she would think Christian Cros was indeed in love. “Will Christian

Cros ever speak to me,” “or is this treatment of silence his best man?” The

way he stares

into the stars thinking of this woman, the way he smiles when he remember

her, seemingly

the way he seek each day wanting and waiting, anticipating her appearing. “Cros,” “I hear

you Milla of course,” “there just isn’t much to say that’s all.” “Well did Niegl tell you the
sizable amount already being offered for the Artelon property?”

She could see it plainly,

although she sought at denying it, her Christian was in love.

This of course made her want

him the more, not love him, for that was beneath her but

she would be damn if she allowed

any one else to have him. He was hers and he might as

well quit fantasizing over what

could be but wasn't. “The Artelon property has alawys to me Mill been simply priceless so

no amount of money truly bears it’s justice.” “Spoken Cros like a rich a man I assure

you,” “that will mean Milla you will get a sizable bonus yourself does it not?” “Well Cros

as Niegl made plain when we arrived here,” “this,” “my visit here isn’t simply about

real-estate but family,” “about Cros you and I.” All the more convinced there was

one

thing she had over this dream woman being as one actually there with Christian and



although this strange woman had his heart, she would have him and his fortune was he

witnessed upon at one chuckling to say. “Don’t Milla make me laugh,” “there haven’t

been an us,” “we,” “or you for that matter nearly eight years,” “please it’s too late in the

night for such foolishness.” Although Carmilla felt this manner of control she couldn't

help but wonder who this

mysterious person was and how could she warn her to stay the

hell away. For by now she

had a buyer for the house, it's closing in less than a week and in

actuality she wouldn't

have a reason to continued there. “Had enough talk have we?” “I

miss her Cros so much,” knowing how to yank his chain as surely as he knew every flawed

link in hers “there isn’t a night that goes by I don’t lay awake at night thinking about her.”

“You shut up about her,” outraged to violence toward her did Christian know this was

only a ploy on her part to stir him up, even boil him over,” you never gave one damn

about her and you know it,” “she was nothing to you,” “nothing but your ace in the hole.”

“I dare you,” leaping up this crossed with him that he’s to even insinuate such things
“what the hell do you know huh?” “You sit out here the rich monster man for all to see,

fear and admire for both it’s beauty and beast and you think you know me.” “Yes Milla I

do,” “you’re the same woman that left her husband to die in a puddle of his own scorch

flesh and blood,” “aren’t you?” “I see where this is going,” “going don’t you Mill mean

gone,” “as in far,” “far away?”: “I tell you what,” as this witness that she’s to get away

pretty churlish at him, that she’s to even storm up, out “I’ll save you some time and grant

you an even lager bounty,” “why don’t you take the Artelon property for yourself,” “it’s

your Mill,” turning a ear for listening could he tell although she displayed herself as one

with hurt feeling it wouldn’t inform against this offer “you can have it,” ”do what you

want with it.”




... HONEY AND MILK IS UNDER THY TONGUE...

SCENE XII

Not believing how truly awesome the hot shower felt against her worn nakedness, her



intensely cramped muscles Susan nor Syefan had been able to find much peace or rest



since this ordeal with Nicholas. They'd not did much of anything, but this, this was



heaven, the way the soothing springs poured about her tired face, surely her drain, nude



flesh, her long shapely legs, actually a delightful relaxation.

“May I join you?” Descending

upon her erotic lust quickly,

kissing and caressing her wet, naked back, neck at

agreeably spinning Susan Faye into a

manner of madness, consummating this enflamed

arousal. “Sye,” that he’s to set positively those darling greens of his her way was a

heighten by these abrupt extremes Susan Faye overbearing with cramp toes and fletched

limbs

with limits at entangling his wet, blonde mane into her witless grip.

As this frolicsome affair

scorching about her neck, those ears exciting a perilous after
him bosom unto electrifying her belly, that delicious navel, so senselessly was there a

riveting contagion

as this. One quivering her soul at wowing an already maniacal over-

balance and Susan Faye was

dying,. Easily was she one overtaken, yes seized up into a

fluttering, feverous mess of bellowing melo-drama as surely as he. Simply bewitching at

displaying himself as one nearing her at limits person was Susan Faye fainting away so

engrossed in

this lovers rapacious possession of her. “Sye look at me,” tremendously out

of control, faltering,

crying and agitating uncontrollably was he kindheartedly ceasing this

dementia at retreating

upward to her. “You’re killing me,” “ah god Sye you’re killing

me,” “shhhhhh I love you “detaining her soft lips at kissing her hard, at sousing her

maddening cries and he this cruel bloodache firmly attached and she shivering in his



profane festivities.

“Look at you,” “I would never hurt you,” fanning seductive eyes up

and down her drench with steaming falls glistening body “I won’t leave an ounce of you

unturn,” that with an astonishing awareness at never breaking their eye to eye stance at

reaching to cut the waters off Susan

could feel his rigid arousal throbbing and fluttering to

rapture and ruin about her thighs.

Seeing also at the rise and fall of her stupendous breath

and breast a sorely anxious

passion as one smooching her as to pry further into her

heighten disadvantage. “I know you want me,” at pinning her arms up, were his crying,



trembling words so intensely arousing to her blatant speechlessness, that fervent heart



throbbing.

As so investigating her vulnerability tenderly so what would he do with her at

maneuvering her

sexually aroused nakedness into a kiss at the back of her neck, those de-

lectable shoulders.

As a steaming lover entangling her red strands into his fingers, again

configuring her

marvelous figure, inspecting her shapely ass at spreading her did he take

her. Did husband Syefan Erin

design alike mourns, a quivering distress call at pushing,
wrecking, to acutely torment

her deep into her sweet awareness. Ahhhh god I love you,”

to be filled of her, truly his stunning wife, an

immortal love affair that although the shower

wall clinging to her and she to it

was cold, thinking it was a better fit than perishing from

her husband's possessive intercourse unto an uncontrollable release growing mighty loud.



With warm tears enveloping this torrid confession at laying a more relaxed display into her

own "I love you so much" that at a once

demanding eroticism suffusing it's masterful self

inside their enflamed copulating at designing her around to himself a final release into an

excessive over burn responsibly

striking them in places of calm and banishment.


.


...AND THE SMELL OF THY GARMENT IS LIKE THE SMELL OF LEBANON..

SCENE XIII



“If it’s it at all possible Tiffany you’re even more beautiful at early morn,” awaking

into a seat at leg by stout leg pulling on his boxers at dreading the darkness, the early

morn

and the fact he just couldn't stay as he had much work and research to do to prepare



himself for that days case load. "My god is it raining," easing into elbows along a well

sort after, deserving stretch was it yet to be light "yes,” “pretty

hard," "you're getting

dressed" again stretching, yawning, excusing herself was Nicholas Edin getting ready to

get right out. "Yeah I can't stay,"

redesigning a cute strand from her lovely doubt leaving

her, that remarkable marriage bed they’d made wasn’t as easy as it seem. "A big case in

only a few hours," "aw god

you sure?" "I am afraid so," dreading the fact he'd accepted his

colleague's work load at maneuvering himself into a chair across from her, all his stirring

about to redress himself and Tiffany was falling asleep again. “Why don’t we meet for

lunch,” ”hey,” kneeling along side of the bed to her at saying his fare

well, soon as one

playfully blowing into her gorgeous face. As one smiling at her appearing agi

tated at first,
then tickle when gently squinting those golden eyes at getting a better look

at him, was

she a beauty most disturbing to his blood. “What I said miss sleepy head is why don’t we

meet for lunch.” “that sound's gooood," stretching, swarming at waking up that with

Tiffany being such the phenomenon intimacy was Nicholas Edin this tempted. "The Pub

then" "about 1:00?" "Ok I'll," "if I'm held up in court I'll call and

we'll make plans for

dinner," seeing Tiffany nod into a long, tear-jerking yawn at stretching the succulent

nourishment she was

across a tempting lay "Nic
holas?" "Yea," "my god it's a rainy

morning," "I know baby," bringing him again into a cherished, somewhat

venturous kiss

and lay upon her hairline at sympathizing with her "but I just can't," "you can enjoy it

though." "Shouldn't I walk you

to the door or something?" "Remember I love you,"

romantically frightening her was she as soon

melting again into that wondrous bed, "I truly

hope so," thinking she’s to answer him was Tiffany reminded of

how scary this all was.



{{{“Dexter Leon here,” “my word do you have to be so serious?” “This is a business,”

“I’m to Ronda be as professional as ever,” not believing his hearing but was Corronda

after a million of his calls and messages actually speaking to him. “I’m not the same Dex,”

swabbing both cheeks simultaneously had calling him this way been such the breaking,

aching debate in the very pit of what was left of her tattered heart. “Neither Ronda baby

am I,” plucking away large tear drops of his own cheeks was Dexter Leon about to lose

hope having then only a prayer. “Look I want to see you,” “I miss you something awful,”

“I miss you as well but I just don’t,” “don’t what,” “think you’re ready?” “I fully under-

stand that baby but how can you trust it?” “You can never Ronda confide in anything

which has at it root fear.” “Of course we’re afraid but look how far faith irregardless

alone has gotten us the victory. “Of course Ronda I won’t rush you,” “my god I’m so
glad just to hear your voice again.” “There’s talk Dex I could be released as early as next

week,” “Monday or Tuesday,” “just tell me when babe and I’ll be there.” “I better get off

of this phone,” “it was very nice Dex hearing your voice as well,” “then Ronda you’re to

call again soon,” “soon Dex with what’s left of my heart I promise,” “then Ronda for a

certainty I’ll be waiting by the phone.”}}}




...A GARDEN ENCLOSED IS MY SISTER, MY SPOUSE...

SCENE X

“I just need you to sign off on thse and I’ll be out of your hair,” arriving at work early,

preparing the circuit to perfection Erica was hiring an

executive assistant that they'd all

went to school with. “Any woes Mere from his Coogan,” “I’ve got to get used to that

new name,” “she won’t been in,” “said she would possibly see us Tomorrow.” This

professional too was a

fashion designer with modeling skills and accordingly would be a

great addition to

Dissuasion, maybe that would be the speech she would pitch to Susan

and Tiffany.

“Perhaps she and hubby Mere made up,” “made up,” “trouble in paradish

already I see,” “that’s why Erica I’m never getting married.” Ashleigh Michelle Roget,

and Erica couldn't wait for her impute toward their next

publication of Fashion Present's

"Dissuasion". According to her resume she was more

than qualified for the position, Erica

simply hoped she was still as much of a bitch as she

used to be in college, the company

could use a puncher.

“If Mere only I had a million dollars for everytime a person whose

now married with children has said that.” Although was Erica concern also because she

was going behind the girls back, Susan

nor Tiffany never cared for Ashleigh, well, having

to admit it, she was a bit of a back-

biter in school. Truly laying the apparent aside were

they now running a business and

needed all the expertise they could mustard. “Boy
wouldn’t we be rich,” having quite a load of forms for Erica or anyone of the Ceo’s to

sign did Merecal want to get this chore behind her. With Susan as acting CEO, Tiffany

President and Erica Lynn Vice President all of them

had the same leadership power that

thus far presented no problem.”What about Cotton,” “any word from him?” “Yes and

what a beauty,” “came but you were out he went down stairs for a morning snack is what

he said.” “I want him prep and ready Mere as soon as he return,” “I’m not going to have

any slackers on my pay roll I don’t care what a knock-out they are,” Nicholas Coogan

being the only acceptation of course. Hoping Ashleigh would take a slight pay

cut, had

she already told Erica that wouldn't be a problem, evenly that she only needed

to come

there and get a feel of the place, that she wouldn't know unless it simply felt

right, what

ever that meant.

“My god Mere how long is this gonna take,” “who normally does this.”

“Mrs Coogan of course,” that was probable Ashleigh now knocking at Erica’s door, her

or regretfully one of their problematic models. As one determined to

run a tight ship did

Erica Lynn want everything treated with perfection and pro-

fessionalism and that's exactly

what Ashleigh Roget was.





...A SPRING SHUT UP ...

SCENE XI



"If you have any plans for lunch cancel them" charging into Tiffany's office was Erica

Lynn quite the disappointing news, "and

why Erica is that?" Fixing her desk as usual from

her prying eyes, hands, at hiding her private

things. "I came early so I could be free for

lunch," "well Sissy isn't here and I am gonna

need your expertise at the shooting." "Don't

sit on my desk," "can't someone else do it?"

Unfolding at inspecting certain fabrics did

Tiffany already have her entire day planned out perfectly "I’m meeting Nicholas," "well,"

resting a play

fullness like hers into elbows upon her desk "even I can understand how

eating lunch with

that beauty could be of invincible importance." "So you can't get some-

body else?" "Sorry

Charlie," "I really need you," "plus I have a new addition to the mana-

gerial department,"

as always diving into Tiffany's chocolates as she always had them

so available "my assistant that you need to meet." "You?"

Finding this admission almost

laughable would two or three of the five fabrics just not do "Erica Lynn Hammond has an

assistant?" "Yes I do"

comprehending Tiffany's ideal sarcasm but was Erica Lynn her

most serious, even competent. "You mean you're going to share your spotlight with

somebody else?" "I got's

to see this," "well you will darling," dancing her way out did

Erica have pressing matters of her own to tend to. "O Tip feel free to bring Mr. wild,"



"beautiful and glorious with you," "yea," "yea" shaking a head of disappointment, "see

you

later." "Hey" getting that worrisome head back in at reassuring Tiffany of their urgent

appointment "no later than 1:00 O'clock" "I

understand boss lady" "boss lady?" "Ummm"

designing a curious finger to her chin, "I

could really get used to that," "hey what about

Merecal,” “we’ve been contemplating Erica giving her more responsibilities?” Witness

upon as one investigating this one fabric in particular at actually molding it along her

stunning figure “naw,” “Mere is all wrong,” “how would you know Erica unless you’re to

give her a chance.” “See you at 1:00,” that she’s to tap her watch accordingly at not

letting expert Tiffany off the hook “you’re welcome to bring Merecal but Tip I’m de-

pending on you.” “What a drag,” flopping disappointedly into a seat at laying her pet

project aside for now was she as one paging Nicholas, that instead of him canceling she

would have to

scratch their lunch plans. “Merecal,” “yes Miss Saurus,” “please Tiffany

will do,” “don’t you have run way experience?” Rubbing a pencil across an itching scalp,

smiling as she was

still amused at the ideal of Erica hiring an assistant. Incidentally not

that Erica didn't

need one, but who ever this poor person was Tiffany already felt sorrow

for her. “Yes,” “I’m flattered you remembered,” “although it’s been years since I’ve

attempted such a thing,” “well today seem to be your lucky day.” Needing instead that

she’s to get right on the phone to order more materials she needed for a special night

gown

she was designing. “I’m afraid I don’t understand,.” “how would you Merecal like

to work more in Photography,” “The Show room?” Always keeping a special

project for

herself, spring fashions would be in soon and she had just the design she

would make and

model for Dissuasion first Fashion show.

Of course that was the one reason why Erica

was so busy, they had a spring deadline

to meet, a publication to get out, soon a catalog

and designs to scrutinize and shoot.

Although it was the rush that made their work so

fascinating, here they were, finally their

own fashion center at hopefully looking at a very

successful future

and lifetime. “Whether you’re to realize it or not Tiffany,” that she’s to

strangle at calling her by a title so personal “that was the position I applied for,” “then

Mere I’ll meet you in the showroom no later than 1:00,” “is that possible for you
?”

“Sure,” that she’s to cut eyes at her daily calendar where the hour of 1:00 was left open

for lunch, “that’s completely possibly,” “then Miss Faithe I’ll see you then.”





...A FOUNTAIN SEALED...

SCENE XII

"So what are you planning today?" "Is

that why Mill you're up so early?" Sipping his

hot cup just before cracking his paper

into another article, "if I remember correctly wild

horses couldn't get you up before

noon." "You didn't answer me," "I have no specific
plans," "how about we go out for a

walk," bringing this lively insinuation a seat closer to

him at persuading him was it time to win Christian back "take some favorite foods," "have

a

picnic or something?" "What do you want Milla?" Lying his paper, trust, obviousness



and all things else aside was Christian not falling for this let’s all just get alone attitude "I

mean really what is it that you want?" "What do you mean?"

Offended as was expected

did Camilla not like the fact Christian was so very untrusting of her. "I mean you haven't

been able to look me directly in the face

the month you've been here," "avoiding me at all

cause and now suddenly you want

to have A picnic," “let me give you a little advice,”

“take the Artelon estate and be on your way.” “Ok a picnic,” “just you and I

right," "O

and the precious dog you love to hate?" "What is it Milla you think is going to

happen?"

"How about friendship?" A witness as she's to fly up into fold arms a bitter

awareness as

this at not believing how impossible he’d become "come on Milla we're not friends," "we

haven't been much of anything for

over seven years." "Now if it's money I'll give you that"

“don't patronize me Cros I don’t need your money,” “I make a good living of my own.”

"That’s good because Milla I'll actually pay you to leave me and my family

alone," "I don't

need your damn money ok!" "Then there's nothing else to say," sipping a now much cooler

cup into a continuation of

his read at hearing her departing. “is this your plan Cros,” “to

become as ugly as those scars on your face,” “to be as unforgiving?” “How does twelve

thirty sound?” “We could set it up by the water falls.” “You mean it,” displaying herself

her most innocent but was this stratagem of gullibility nothing new, Camilla was still

Camilla “you’re not just being conceited,” “twelve thirty Mill and I’ll even bring the wine.”

“Thanks Cros,” “you won’t be sorry.” “I know why I can’t sleep what’s your excuse?”

“Ronda told me she talked to Dexter today,” “that she called him and had an en-
couraging conversation with him.” “That’s good right,” “yeah,” “great,” “what are you

drinking?” “Some pretty lousy lemon-aid to be honest.” “I know,” “I normally make my

own,” “I will for now on.” “No her speaking again with Dexter are all signs Sole she’s

getting her head and heart back,” “that she’s getting back to normal.” “I talked to Kassel

today,” “the date is back on,” “so what you gonna do?” “You know what I’m going to

do,” “I’m going to be there for you simply because you asked.” “Kassel said her sister

Kiefer is saying the same thing,” “that she’s setting her up for a blind date.” “So is that

why you can’t sleep,” “what’s going on with Ronda?” “No,” “a bad dream,” “I saw the

entire country getting ready for war,” “especially the children,” “there were a lot of floods

and fires too.” “Those Derry are contrary one against the other,” “yeah I know,” “I said

the same,” “anyway a lot of people died,” “especially children.” “I’m going back to bed,”

“you know Derry where to find me if you need me,” “look why don’t you call her,”

“knowing May she’ll love hearing from you,” “yeah,” “I probably do just that,” “good-

night,” “yeah Derry man you too.”

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