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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