Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Revenge - Chapter 31 – Part 1 of 2



Revenge
By Karen Singer


Chapter 31 – Part 1 of 2

Susan always worried about not getting an email from Karen at night.  Although she often didn’t get them until the next morning.  But she wasn’t aware of anything that Karen…or rather Steve was going to be doing Friday night, especially since she knew Steve was still hurting so much after being forced to attack his own crotch with his gun.  So not getting an email from Karen Friday night had her somewhat concerned, but not greatly. 
But Saturday morning when she got up, she found an email from her…created daughter…just like she hoped she would.  Happily, she opened it and read it.  She wasn’t sure if she should be surprised to hear that Monica had pushed Steve to go out again, and she laughed out loud at the things they demanded that he do.  She laughed again at reading how Karen had made sure Steve was dressed properly before he went out, even though he was going to be late getting to the club.  And then Susan read about what happened at the club – a rather long and very detailed explanation.  Susan actually thrilled to most of it, until she read about the gunfight and Steve having to run for his life.  Susan breathed a sigh of relief that Karen and Steve were unhurt. 
So, her created daughter had kissed another man again.  That was something Susan knew that Karen would want.  She had implanted those desires when she had first created Karen.  She had only been forced by other circumstances to allow Karen to enjoy sex with women as well.  Susan had to wonder, since she had originally planted all those desires into Karen, how long would it be now until Steve found himself in bed with a man?  Evidently, it had almost happened last night.

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It was late Sunday afternoon.  Ruth was sitting at her kitchen table working on all the materials she had collected to take to the lawyer tomorrow.  On her computer screen now was her list of things she was after for herself.  Her demands.  Her kids were playing on the living room floor and her husband was sitting in his favorite chair watching a game on TV.  Her whole family was in easy view.  She was doing this for herself – mostly.  But she was also doing it for them. 
She looked back at her list of demands.  It had literally taken her days to put those demands together.  She had thought very long and hard about all of them, especially the first most important items, the things that she was sure the company would fight her over the most.  But she was hopeful that in the end she would get everything she wanted.  And the company would get everything it deserved!
She saw her husband work himself out of his seat.  He crossed the family room floor, stopping for a moment to tickle both of her kids.  Then he came into the kitchen, most likely to get a drink.
“How’s it going?” her husband asked.
Ruth smiled.  “Pretty good.”
He stopped at the table to look at her computer from over her shoulder.  He read her list of demands, grunted, and laughed.  “You’re nuts!” he told her after reading just a few of the things his wife wanted.  “That’s crazy!  You’ll never get it.”
“It’s what I want!” she insisted. 
“But why?  No judge in the world is going to grant what you’re asking.”
“I don’t care.  And I’m hoping this will never get in front of a judge.”
“Well that won’t.  That’s for sure!  Why would you ever?”
Ruth paused to consider her answer.  “Because…it’s important to me.”
“You’re nuts!” her husband repeated.  “And you’ll never get it.”
“I know,” Ruth lamented.  But even still, she was hopeful…and very determined.

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Diane got to work a full twenty minutes earlier than usual Monday morning.  Her mind had been preoccupied with something since she had woke up Saturday morning after a miserable Friday night.  She turned her computer on and pulled up her email program, totally ignoring the few emails that were waiting for her to open.  She had only one thing on her mind and she was determined to do it.  Thinking hard about what she wanted to say, she began composing an email.  Nothing long, nothing earth shattering.  But it was something very important to her. 
She didn’t send it yet.  She wanted to wait and read it over later to make sure of what she was sending.  She also didn’t have the email address she needed to send it to…yet.  She minimized her email the moment Monica came into the room.  “Morning, Monica,” she said quickly, not wanting to give her friend any notion that something was bothering her.
“Good morning, Diane,” Monica returned brightly.  “Did you leave the club early on Friday?  I didn’t see you after a while.”
“Kind of,” Diane replied.  “I got…tired.”
Monica nodded.  “It was a busy week last week,” she said with a knowing look on her face.
Diane only nodded in return.
It was almost an hour later when Diane got back to her email.  She only stopped at her desk to briefly check for any email messages for things she needed to take care of.  But since there were none, she pulled up the email she had composed earlier and read through it.  She stared at it for a moment and decided not to make any changes. 
She quickly minimized her email again when Monica came in, and still standing, checked her own email, then breezed out again.  Diane was about to get up from her desk, when Monica stopped back in the tiny office again, this time with a large envelope in her hands.  “I’m just taking this up to the third floor,” she told Diane.  Then she was gone.  It was something they both did frequently. 
Knowing that Monica would be gone for a little while, Diane went to Monica’s computer.  The desktop was still active so she didn’t even have to move the mouse to wake it up.  She saw two open programs in the icons at the bottom, her email program and a website.  Curious, she opened the website.  She was somewhat surprised to see an article about witches.  She figured that most likely, Monica wanted to add more of an air of realism to any future fun they had with Steve.  As if Monica really needed any help.  As far as Diane was concerned, Monica’s acting in those little ceremonies they had put on was nothing but amazing.  Especially that last one. 
She minimized the website and opened the email program.  A minute later, she had the email address she needed.  Back at her own computer, she filled in the address on her email, took a hopeful breath, and sent it to the Sorceress.

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Susan stood in front of the door to her office with her client.  “You can do it,” she said.  “It’s not going to kill you.  Remember, people touch things like this every day and it doesn’t hurt them at all.  You can do the same.  And you know you can wash your hands when you get home, although I know you’ve also got a big bottle of hand sanitizer in your purse.  Now give it a try.  You came here to conquer your fears.  You’ll never do that without trusting me and trying. 
It was a moment before the woman removed one of the gloves covering her hands.  She reached out very tentatively, almost touching the doorknob, but not quite. 
“You can do it.  This is a simple one,” Susan told her. 
Taking a breath, the woman touched the doorknob, first tentatively, then she wrapped her hand around it.  She was about to pull her hand away again, when Susan quickly said, “Now turn it!”  She left her hand there and applied the pressure needed to turn the knob.  She could just feel all the germs that had to be on the simple doorknob crawling from the metal right into her hand.  But she did turn it, and she did open the door.  “Very good,” Susan praised her.  “You did it!”
The woman smiled, but all she could think about was the hand sanitizer in her purse.  With a frightened panicked look on her face, she hurried from the office.  Susan sighed and watched after her.  It was progress, but small.  Most cases went like that.  But the woman would be back, and hopefully, more progress would be made.
She closed the door and went back to her computer while she waited for her next client to get there.  She was surprised to find a message from someone named Diane.  But it was the Subject line that made her open it right away.  The subject said:  “Sorceress, I Need Your Help.”

Dear Sorceress,

My name is Diane.  I’m one of Monica’s friends that have been helping her with Steve.  If at all possible, I would appreciate it if you would not tell Monica about this email.  I’m embarrassed enough as it is and would prefer nobody know.  I’m only reaching out to you, because I’m becoming desperate. 

I know nothing of witchcraft or magic.  I don’t know about a lot of things.  I’m not as well educated as many, but I do the best I can and manage to get by.

Sorceress, in all the movies I’ve seen or the books I’ve read about witches and wizards, and I guess sorcerers or sorceresses as the case may be, one of the things they always seem to specialize in and in many stories sell, is love potions.  Do you have any magic to make a man love me?  If so, please tell me what I will have to pay.  I will do anything for it.  Pay anything at all.  I guess if I can.  The truth is, I get by on the money I make, but just barely.  But at least tell me if something to make someone love me is available.

Thank you,
Diane

Susan read the email and sighed.  She knew who Diane was of course.  And now this time, not Monica, but one of her friends was wanting real magic from her.  Magic that didn’t exist.  And no surprise, Diane wanted the kind of magic that ninety percent of the women on the planet would like to get their hands on, a spell to make someone love them.  If Susan had any kind of magic like that, she would have used it on herself…for herself.
She felt for Diane, but she had no choice but to type her heartfelt reply.

Dear Diane,

Of course I know who you are.  I have been, “aware” of you for some time now.  You are the one who enjoys bondage games.  I know because you played with a number of different “toys” with Steve not long ago. 

Diane, I’m very sorry to say that I have nothing that can make someone love you.  That’s because in reality, there is no magic, no matter how it may seem otherwise.  I am able to control Steve to some degree, but that is the extent of my…magic. 

I truly wish I could help you, because all too often I’ve wished for something like that myself. 

With heartfelt regrets,
The Sorceress

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Diane had been checking her email far more often than usual after she sent the email to the Sorceress.  It turned out to be only minutes after Susan sent her reply that Diane got it and read it.  No magic?  And yet she said she did have magic – that could control Steve.  What was the truth?  There had to be magic!  She didn’t see any other way.  But one thing stood out even more clearly, the Sorceress had said that she didn’t have any way to make someone love her.  And that line about using it on herself, made Diane think that it might just be true. 
But Diane did note one other thing in The Sorceress’s reply.  She did have magic over Steve.  And Steve was the one she had finally realized she was in love with – just this past weekend.  No matter what kind of guy he really was, she couldn’t help it.  She loved him.  Not to mention, she loved how he had made love to her in bed!  That had been truly…amazing.  
Not wanting to wait, she quickly wrote back to The Sorceress.

Dear Sorceress,

Maybe you can help me.  The one I want to love me is Steve.  You said you had power over him.  You said you had magic over him.  And we’ve all seen just how true that is. 

Please make Steve love me.  Please. 

Diane

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Susan didn’t get Diane’s email until after her next client left.  And it bothered her more than Diane’s first email.  She quickly wrote back.

Diane,

What are you saying?  Why would you ever want someone like Steve to love you?  You know what kind of man he is.  TROUBLE!  Otherwise, I’d never be bothered with him.  Please talk to me!

Sorceress

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Diane got the Sorceress’s email half an hour later.  But the answers she was sure the Sorceress wanted were ones she wasn’t quite sure of herself.  But there was one thing that she did realize.  It looked like The Sorceress did have the power over Steve to make him love her.  And because of that, Diane decided that she had to give The Sorceress the best reply she possibly could.  She decided to wait to think about it, and to give herself time to compose something meaningful.

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