Ahlephia - Prologue

Ten years ago . . .

The rain pelted the front of his car.  His eyes refocused on the building in front of him.  He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white.  They thought he didn't know.

He turned his attention to the passenger seat.  Her eyes stared back at him, scared, almost pleading.  He used his middle finger to push his glasses up his nose as he chuckled to himself.  "Come my dear.  It is time," he said, reaching for her.

Braving the rain, he raced towards the building, using his ID card to open the door. 

It was quiet inside.  The low lighting created an eerie feel to the sterile environment.  White walls and white tiles.  The only sign of life was the potted plant near the reception desk.

He slowly walked down the corridor, his footsteps echoing throughout the walls of W. Laboratories.  He shoved his hand into his pocket, feeling the revolver's barrel.  A smile crossed his face. 

Reaching his office, his smile faded.  Through the small window on the door he could see a pair of crossed legs.  He knew his partner, Professor Jeremy Jones, was inside waiting for him and his 'important crisis.'  He took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

"About time, Gray," Jeremy said, uncrossing his legs and standing to meet his old friend. 

"My apologises," Gray replied, extending his hand and shaking Jeremy's.  Jeremy returned to his seat while Gray moved over to his desk, placing atop it a large unmarked box.

"So what's the big emergency that couldn't wait until tomorrow?" Jeremy asked, folding his hands in his lap, his dark eyes studying his old friend.

Gray's smile was unnerving.  Rather then answering, Gray made a gesture to his partner.  Jeremy rose and made his way to the desk.  "Go ahead," Gray said, sliding the box over to him.  "It's not going to bite."

Something about his tone made Jeremy look twice.  His voice was cold, gravely.  Very unlike Gray. 

Licking his lip, Jeremy opened the box.  Upon seeing the content he flew backwards, knocking the box off the desk.  His back hit the wall, his hand over his mouth in shock as the head of his lover tumbled onto the carpet.  His lover, and Gray's wife.

Gray's laugh broke Jeremy out of his thoughts.  He struggled to breathe as Gray advanced on him.  

"You didn't think that I'd ever find out, did you?" Gray accused, balling his hands into fists at his side.  Jeremy stuttered, frozen to the spot in terror.  He knew he had to move but he simply couldn't get his legs to co-operate with his brain.

Gray reached into his pocket, producing the revolver.  "Now, I'm sorry that it has to end like this, Jones.  But you know how things are."

Jeremy's body seemed to act on impulse, ducking as Gray pulled the trigger.  He charged at Gray, knocking him to the ground.

Seeing this as his chance to escape, Jeremy took off, sprinting down the hallway to the reception.  He swiped his ID card, but the doors didn't open.  He tried again.  Nothing.  He reached for the phone just as Gray entered the lobby.

"You can't get out that way," Gray said.  Jeremy jumped, dropping the phone and turning to face his foe.  Gray stood before him, still holding the revolver.

"Gray, I'm sorry.  It just happened.  Emma and I clicked.  I knew it was wrong and thought about breaking it off . . ." his voice trailed off, his eyes darting back and forth looking for an escape.

"But you didn't!"  Gray's voice bellowed throughout the empty lobby.

He raised his gun and Jeremy took off running in the direction of the laboratory that he shared with Gray.  It was closer then his office and if he could make it to the laboratory he could use the phone to call the police. 

BANG!

Jeremy hit the tiled floor.  He felt the blood trickle down his back.  A sensation of cold swept over him.  He tried to stand, failing miserably.  He rolled over, breathing hard.

Gray stood above him, gun pointed at his chest.  "You should have known not to doubt me, Jones," Gray said, waving the revolver at his fallen prey.

Jeremy swallowed hard, his eyes refocusing on the mad man before him.  "Go ahead and shoot me," he said.  "Kill me!  Without Emma, my life isn't worth living."

Gray glared at him, his face twisted into a menacing smirk.  "Oh, I'm not going to kill you, Jones.  I have something much more exciting in store for you."

My Final Curtain

I can no longer resist
That this is it
Everything must end
All my hopes and dreams
Smashed to smithereens
I can't go through it again
All the disappointment
All the tears
All the nights I spent
Living in fear
It makes me want to cry

To those who I've hurt
I'm sorry
To those who I've loved
I will forever
To those who I've cheated
I will no longer
To those who I've lied for
I will no more
To those who I've lied to
I can not continue
I'm ending it all

This is my temptation
At last, the voice of reason
This is my way of going out with a bang
This is my message
For which I am certain
That this will indeed be
My final curtain

Naughty Confessions - Part One

Yesterday, I had lunch with my girlfriends and, after a few drinks, they began indulging in some very interesting stories.  My best friend Amanda* told a very fascinating story that I simply had to share with you.

You see, when Amanda met John*, they were in high school.  They were sweethearts and soon after completing her degree in business, John proposed. 

"I loved my fiance` and knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, but I felt I owed it to myself to experiment, just once, before the wedding," she told me.  "And by going the 'professional' route, it made it OK in my mind."

By professional, Amanda meant that she hired a male escort for a couple of hours, six weeks before her wedding.  I was a little shocked when she confessed this, but when Amanda told me that she had lost her virginity to John and he was the only man she had ever been with, I could see her reason for wanting to try something (or someone as the case may be) new.

Amanda contacted an agency and chose the guy (Dave*) from photos she had seen on the site.  "It was as simple as using my credit card (discreetly) and picking a 'venue'.  I chose a large inner city hotel and didn't give myself a chance to change my mind, although I will admit that right up to the last minute, I wasn't sure if I could go through with it," she said.

She told me she booked the room for overnight and the guy for two hours, so that way, if she wasn't happy with him, she could send him home. 

She giggled when I quizzed her for more details.  "I wasn't sure what to do, so I went with what I saw on TV.  You know, having a bubble bath, slipping on a robe and having a glass of wine.  There was no pressure to dress up or look amazing because for once it was about my needs, not anyone else's."

"Dave was on time and although he wasn't my type - with blond hair and blue eyes - he had an amazing body and seemed to be really sweet.  He had a quick shower and then asked me to lie face-down on the bed.  I was more nervous then I looked, but he took things really slowly.

'It was so different to what I was use to with John - everything felt new and erotic.  He started massaging my feet and calves, gradually moving higher and all the time asking if what he was doing was OK.  I was turned on despite my uncertainty and decided to just enjoy myself.  He worked his hands higher and higher and started to touch me through my G-string.  He made me really wet and went well beyond being nervous.  He asked me to turn over and remove my robe, then slowly he pulled my thong down.  He spread my legs and took his towel off, and I could see he was really ready for it too, which made it so much hotter and me so much wetter!  He put his fingers inside me and licked my clit gently. 

'I was so desperate to have him inside me.  So when he stopped what he was doing long enough to put on a condom, I was more then ready to jump his bones. 

'He pulled my legs apart and entered me slowly, still rubbing my clit with his wet thumb.  His technique was great - as expected.  I raised my legs so he could go deeper and he started thrusting faster and faster, but I knew he wouldn't come until I did, so I just had to let myself go.  When I was about to come, he started rubbing my clit faster and really slamming into me.  It felt so good and I came really hard, and loud, which is unusual for me.  He stopped to let me recover a little, then started moving in and out again with his finger back on my clit, all the while breathing really heavily.  He panted that he was going come and he wanted me to come again - this time with him.  That, and what he was actually doing, was enough to bring on another orgasm.  It was all so fabulously sexy and really liberating.

'We lay still for a few minutes and I couldn't believe that two hours had passed so quickly, although I think back now, most of it was foreplay.  I felt a little uncomfortable while he had another shower and got dressed, but he was a professional and gave me a quick kiss goodbye and thanked me before leaving."

Six weeks later Amanda and John married.  Seven years later, they are still married with two very handsome sons.

When asked if she had any regrets, Amanda shook her head.  "It's a fond memory, but I don't think I'd have urge to do it again.  But I like the fact that it's my special little secret."