Apprehensively, I stared out the window. It was there\u2026 out there, somewhere. It was waiting. <\/p>\n
Yes, it was unmistakable. It was coiled and ready. <\/p>\n
Staring outside, I felt so forlornly the foreign foreboding in myself\u2026 and the bleak night air. It was in the trees, so fatigued, thin and feeble against the stern winds, and in the omnivorous clouds, so smothering, dark and ominous. It was in the necrotic cacophony of the shrill, ghostly, wind-warped screams of the highway traffic- a grim symphony that traveled so far on this, the darkest and loneliest of Halloween nights. <\/p>\n
It seeped and seeded itself in everything, all around, everywhere. It shrouded me and the house in a cloak of gothic submission.<\/p>\n
In the vast intimidating distance, the purple twilight filled the blackened sky. Up far above, purple lightning flashed between heavy clouds. <\/p>\n
I opened the window to breathe the air. As the darkness creeped in, I felt it press heavily upon my pallored skin. It was cold, so very, bitterly cold, but also clingy, wet and humid. It felt like I was standing at the door of some arctic furnace.<\/p>\n
I released my gaze to wander on the concrete sidewalks below. No kids remained. It was late, now. Too late for them, although a small trove of dropped lollipops was evidence that they had been here, at this empty house, earlier today. The last group was forced to hurry home to escape the incoming tempest. One must have dropped a handful of the purple pops on her way out and not had the chance to go back for them. Poor kid.<\/p>\n
I was shocked out of my somber ruminations when I heard a tapping, as if someone was gently rapping, rapping on the front door below. The incessant hollow knocking of my unexpected visitor pierced the gloom and illuminated the enveloping emptiness. Surprised and concerned, I gently peered out the window at the front door below. <\/p>\n
There\u2026 stood a solitary girl, sullen and shivering in a purple overcoat.<\/p>\n
Shocking. Who was<\/i> this?! Who would be out there, now, braving the storm that was coming? Who could this forlorn figurine- this unfortunate, somber, lonely figurine- possibly be?<\/p>\n
Shocking. She was too old to be a lost child, but too young to be a lost adult. She had a purpose, here.<\/p>\n
I called out to her, and she slowly turned her head upwards to meet me, her faint gaze barely matching my own. She whispered a quiet, melancholy response that was overwhelmed and carried away by the swirling winds\u2019 necromantic howls.<\/p>\n
Try as I might, I couldn\u2019t make out who it was. Her hair was shrouded by her purple hood, and there was little light with which to make out a flash in her eyes. <\/p>\n
But I could see something: it must have been raining already. Cute streaks of purple adorned her beautiful, makeup caked cheeks. But\u2026 no, it couldn\u2019t be raining! There were no puddles! And the window was still dry. This girl was\u2026 she was\u2026<\/p>\n
Crying.<\/i> She was crying and in pain. She needed me\u2026 for something.<\/p>\n
I slammed my window shut and bolted, carefully, downstairs. The power was out, so I made sure to not touch anything unwanted on the way down. All that I could see was what was allowed by the purple auras shining through the house from the twilit outside.<\/p>\n
I hesitated before the door.<\/p>\n
If I opened it, I thought, I would invite trouble in. With the storm coming, was that wise? With everything in my life the way it is now, was that smart? But\u2026 what if this girl was someone I knew? Someone I loved?<\/p>\n
I righted myself and turned the handle. I turned it slowly, deliberately, and with heavy trepidation.<\/p>\n
But turned it I did.<\/p>\n
The door opened with a feral, ferocious jolt. A powerful column of arctic air pushed it open ahead of my wishes, and shoved the girl, still crying, into my cold-bitten arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cTom\u2026\u201d She sobbed in betwixt weakening whimpers. \u201cI\u2026 LOVE\u2026 you.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was Taylor!<\/p>\n
Shocked, but relaxed, I kissed her forehead and stammered a stunned comfort. \u201cTay\u2026 Tay\u2026 I love you too, dear\u201d. I sighed. The door was still open, and Nature was freezing us both in each other\u2019s warming arms. \u201cTay\u2026 what are you doing here?\u201d <\/p>\n
Outside, the dark front\u2019s pressure and overpowering purple overcast pressed down upon us both.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Tom\u2026\u201d She stopped talking- as there was no need to. Her tears finished the story as they painted their purple rivulets down her prettily scrunched face.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere, there, Taylor. I love you, dear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. No\u2026\u201d She sniffled- forcefully. \u201cNo\u2026 you DON\u2019T.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean? Of course I do. You\u2019re my Taylor.\u201d The door was still open, and Taylor\u2019s tears were freezing on her cheeks, creating wet icicles. I kissed them, to make them warm.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2026 are you doing? Stop.\u201d She fidgeted. \u201cSTOP.\u201d I refused. \u201cSTOPPPPPP IIIIITTT!!!!\u201d <\/p>\n
As purple streaks of lightning alighted the dire skies above and crashed down with pagan fury in the yard, Taylor pushed me away. Free from my grasp, she stood in front of me, aloof and affronting with spiteful pride.<\/p>\n
Shocking. I\u2019d never seen her like this. Not ever. \u201cTaylor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2026 don\u2019t\u2026 LOVE me.\u201d <\/p>\n
A wrathful Nature buffeted us both with gales of ferocious shears. The frostbitten air pierced our clothes, making us both naked. <\/p>\n
Outside, the winds howled, louder than ever.<\/p>\n
I advanced to her and reached out. She withdrew. As my hand got close to her\u2026 it turned, grabbed the door handle, and slammed the door shut. Hard. <\/p>\n
\u201cHow DARE you.\u201d I calmly started. \u201cHow many years have I watched over you? How many years have I supported you? How many times have I kissed you? Helped you? Confided in you? Poured my heart out to you?\u201d I stopped, and gathered myself. \u201cHow many times have I let you into my soul?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy\u2026 aren\u2019t you with me?\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cWhat? With you? You mean, like physically? Because\u2026 I don\u2019t know. I\u2019m not ready.\u201d I sighed. \u201cMaybe you\u2019re not ready, either.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re supposed to be my man. You\u2019re supposed to be there for me and my family, and you\u2019re not.\u201d She inspected me. \u201cAre you immortal?\u201d <\/p>\n
Um, okay. Weird transition. \u201cI don\u2019t know, really. I mean, I\u2019m a person, like you, I guess. I mean, mostly. I mean I might be mixed with something else, like, I don\u2019t know, an angel, or a demon, or\u2026\u201d I stopped, and then resumed again, reservedly. \u201cOr an alien, or something. I don\u2019t know. But I\u2019m like mostly human. So I guess not.\u201d I looked at her, quizzically. \u201cWhat does me being immortal or not have to do with our relationship, anyways?\u201d<\/p>\n
She fidgeted, shifting her weight between her feet. \u201cCould you\u2026 help my mom? With her cancer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUm, I don\u2019t know. Maybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo?\u201d She looked up, sternly. \u201cWhy haven\u2019t you tried?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUm, I don\u2019t know.\u201d Actually, that was a very good question. This time, it was my turn to fidget. \u201cMaybe I was waiting for some kind of communication? I mean, you could have asked. You know, and said please.\u201d I smiled, invitingly.<\/p>\n
\u201cTom\u2026\u201d Taylor advanced and reached out. I walked forward and clasped her clammy hand. As my hands closed around hers, she slipped it out and slapped me on the face with atrocious force. As she hit me, purple droplets flew off her angry cheeks and showered me. <\/p>\n
\u201cTom, this isn\u2019t cute. Not at all. This ISN\u2019T FUNNY. My mom is hurting right now, we all are, and you have a JOB TO DO. You\u2019re my man and you\u2019re supposed to HELP MY FAMILY.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was stunned. Uneager to escalate, I apologized. \u201cOh, sorry.\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cAnd ANOTHER thing.\u201d <\/p>\n
Uh oh.<\/p>\n
Her syrupy cheeks were purple with rage.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re really slutty, you know that? I mean, it\u2019s ridiculous, Tom. You have sex with EVERYONE and it\u2019s obvious that you can\u2019t stop. You\u2019re an addict. It\u2019s obvious that you\u2019re addicted to sex and black magic and jerking off and porn and evil and public exhibitionism and everything else and everyone can see it but you and that\u2019s WRONG.\u201d <\/p>\n
Slutty, huh? Oh REALLY? I wiped her warm makeup off my cheeks with my sleeve and glowered at her. \u201cPlease. I\u2019m not an addict. I\u2019m a dictator. I hold your life and career in my hands, and I may do as I please with both.\u201d I smirked. \u201cAnd that goes for your friends, too.\u201d I smirked again. \u201cAND your enemies. So don\u2019t piss me off, K?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes you act like a desperate whore.\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m the smartest and most powerful man on Earth, Taylor. You are nothing to me. Your money is beneath me. Your EVERYTHING is beneath me.\u201d I smirked again, this time with royal force. \u201cWell, except for Meredith. She\u2019s cool. You should learn from her, Tay. She knows how to keep her cool. She\u2019s better at that than you, at least.\u201d As I said this, I instinctively put my hand on my hip, and my fingers touched the scars Meredith left me. I could feel them easily, even through my clothes- they were purple indentations that were odd, obvious and unsightly. I so hated having to hide them to avoid questions. I\u2019ll need to hide them from Tay now, too, I guess.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd ANOTHER thing.\u201d I continued, with a concentrated scowl. \u201cWho\u2019s the slut, here, really? I\u2019m not the one that parades around in short shorts every day for the paps and skin tight stripper outfits every night on stage for the fans.\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re the ONLY person I sleep with, and everyone knows it, Tom. And you know, that is DESPITE your attempts to make me as slutty as you. I\u2019m a good girl. I\u2019m not you and never will be.\u201d She sighed. \u201cI don\u2019t know. It must have been the way you were raised.\u201d <\/p>\n
Hey- how DARE she?!?! \u201cOkay. THAT\u2019s it. You\u2019re leaving and leaving now!\u201d <\/p>\n
I grabbed her left wrist and opened the door with my other hand. She quickly reached out with her free hand, grabbed the enormous bucket of candy by the door, and dumped it on my head. A shower of grape lollipops, gumballs and Starburst forced me to close my eyes, and I let loose her held hand. Taylor took advantage and pushed me. I slipped on some gumballs and fell backward, on top of the pile of candy. <\/p>\n
Taylor jumped on top of me, sending the lollipops flying in all directions.<\/p>\n
\u201cTAYLOR. WHAT\u2026\u201d I spit Starburst at her. One smacked her in the eye. <\/p>\n
\u201cOW. FUCK YOU, TOM.\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cSorry, I\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck YOU!!!!\u201d She slapped me. <\/p>\n
I reached into her hoody and yanked her hair.<\/p>\n
\u201cOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW fuck you fuck you fuck YOU FUCK\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTaylor! Stop!!\u201d As I pulled on her hair, I could see it clearly, now that it wasn\u2019t obscured by her hoody. It was darker now, with a shade of purple in it. So\u2026 she wasn\u2019t blonde anymore. I wondered what that meant.<\/p>\n
She bit my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cOW BITCH!\u201d<\/p>\n
I pinched her arm as hard as I could. \u201cAHHHHHH!\u201d She released my hand. I then grabbed a handful of Starburst and shoved them, still wrapped, into her mouth. <\/p>\n
\u201cFTHFTHUKKK YOOOOO!\u201d<\/p>\n
She spit them back at me. <\/p>\n
With one hand, I shielded myself, and with the other, yanked again on her hair.<\/p>\n
\u201cAAAAHHHH!!!!\u201d She rolled over to try to get away, taking me with her. We came to a stop with me on top of her.<\/p>\n
We both paused to catch our breath. I planted my hands on the floor around her neck. <\/p>\n
\u201cTaylor\u2026 what has gotten into you?!?!\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cI just want OUT!!!!\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t get why. Didn\u2019t she have the life she\u2019d always dreamed of? \u201cOut? Of what?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me with eyes that couldn\u2019t say. Maybe she didn\u2019t know, herself.<\/p>\n
I certainly didn\u2019t\u2026 but\u2026<\/p>\n
I palmed her forehead to draw out her subconscious thoughts. She was hurt, a bit trapped\u2026 by the pressures of fame? By her family? Her mom\u2019s condition? All of those, a little. And by\u2026 her money? Interesting. I didn\u2019t expect that<\/i>. And also by me. And she was disappointed\u2026 in something. But what? <\/p>\n
\u201cTom, don\u2019t. Seriously!!! Tom, get off of me!\u201d She started pounding on my chest, trying to break my concentration. <\/p>\n
I pinned her down with my bodyweight. Now, string bean that she is, she couldn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n
\u201cSTOP. Tay. I\u2019m just trying to help.\u201d<\/p>\n
She was defeated, for now, and she knew it. She stopped moving save to breathe, and I raised myself off of her and continued to read her subconsciousness- To read those thoughts that she didn\u2019t want read by anyone, including herself.<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes and delved deep. My powers are stronger in person than they are over a distance, and I knew her very well, so this would be easy. She sighed and relaxed and let me read\u2026 her childhood, and the pressure she often felt then be perfect. To not let her parents down. The nerves she had, sometimes, about performing- nerves that she hid so well from everyone, including herself, sometimes. And about the hidden, dark things, including her past drug use, and her fascinating sexual history with others, some of which would shock her fans. She isn\u2019t entirely what her image suggests, I guess. It was interesting. Very much so.<\/p>\n
I then went deeper, and started to toy with the really<\/i> hidden stuff, but before I locked the connection I felt like I was having sex, probably because\u2026 I was? I opened my eyes. What the fuck?<\/p>\n
Taylor had for some reason reached down into my lounge pants and was running her soft fingers all over my apparently hard dick.<\/p>\n
Okaaaay. This was good.<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck me, Tom.\u201d She leered at me with a seductive, succubus gaze. She batted her seditiously sultry purple eyes at me and sexily licked her finger\u2026 for some reason. I didn\u2019t get it. This was welcome and wonderful, but\u2026 weird. Why was she doing this? This transition was bewildering.<\/p>\n
I mean, of course I was going to take her up on the offer, but I was still confused.<\/p>\n
I pretended to be non-committal. \u201cWhy? I thought you hated me now. I\u2019m the biggest slut in the world, remember?\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cOh Tom, you ARE the biggest slut in the world. That\u2019s why I want you, baby.\u201d She exhaled with powerful salacious force. \u201cYou fuck alllll the celebrities. And you know how that turns me on.\u201d Outside, the wind whispered an ignored warning.<\/p>\n
Taylor batted her lascivious eyes yet again, and I was just mesmerized by her long, lusciously lavender lashes. \u201cYou know, baby? When I\u2019m up on stage wearing those skin tight stripper clothes, and doing those sexy moves, you know who I\u2019m thinking of?\u201d She paused, as if preparing to reveal the secret of life. \u201cIt\u2019s you, baby. I think of you. You and that powerful sexy gaze. And your incredible hard dick. And how much we always want each other. Like how much I want you- right now.\u201d Wow. This was\u2026 amazing. I looked at her in lustful awe. She smiled, triumphantly. \u201cBaby.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ok, she wins! I didn\u2019t know what her angle was, but I didn\u2019t care. <\/p>\n
I ravenously stripped off both our clothes. With the door open, we were now freezing, but Taylor apparently seemed to think this was absolutely necessary, and she was rich and famous, so who was I to say no? Her freshly exposed nipples were unbelievably hard, but I did what I could to soften them with my lips. <\/p>\n
\u201cOOOOOOHHHHH\u2026\u201d She moaned, both in ecstasy and stiffened, frostbitten pain. I kissed her so hard on the lips. Harder than anyone had ever been kissed, ever. I needed her warmth.<\/p>\n
I desperately needed to fuck her. My cock was sensitive and freezing cold in the arctic night air. It cried out for her unlike ever, and I forcefully shoved it in her.<\/p>\n
\u201cOW. Watch\u2026\u201d She looked up at me sheepishly. \u201cI mean\u2026 don\u2019t.\u201d She giggled innocently. \u201cBe careful with me, baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTay, you\u2019re such a hassle.\u201d I started fucking her. I needed it in all ways so, so badly- she was incredibly hot in all the ways a person could be. I so desperately needed her to stay warm, and she was just so damn attractive that I couldn’t stand it. Every inch of her was pure sex, and she was so super soft. I couldn\u2019t believe how sexy she so always is. She was like an angel. A fallen one.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh Tom\u2026 ahhhh yes\u201d. She peered up at me with luridly lavender eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cOhhhh Tay.\u201d God, she was so HOT. I mean, she\u2019s Taylor Swift. I mean, Taylor Fucking Swift<\/i>. She had the hottest and softest legs ever. And she was so young and feminine, and so traditional and wild, but not too much so of either. She\u2019s a real woman, hot as hell. And she was just so\u2026 bratty<\/i>. Wait, what? No, she wasn\u2019t bratty, but\u2026 she certainly was privileged, and everyone knows how much privileged white girls turn me on. Most especially the famous ones. Oh God, I loved so much how my cock felt as it slid so smoothly into her. And by the flicker in her impatiently eager gaze, so did she.<\/p>\n
\u201cAhhhhhhhhh\u2026 Tom. Ohhhh Tom.\u201d She looked as relieved as I felt. \u201cMmmmm\u2026 Ohh.\u201d She put her hands on my back. As she wrapped them around me, her eyes flashed surprised for a moment. Hmm? Oh, she put her hand on the scars Meredith left me. She didn\u2019t know what she was feeling there, but the sensation didn\u2019t seem to faze her. She was concentrating on something else.<\/p>\n
\u201cUhn uhn uhn. Uhn… FUCK.\u201d As I carefully thrust into her, I decided to try something new. I placed my hand again on her forehead, and used my powers to psychically enhance in her mind her sense of touch. Then, I started fucking her twice as fast.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, GOD.\u201d Her eyes opened wide in surprised shock and disbelieving pleasure. \u201cOh GOD. Oh my God! Yes, Tom. YESS!!! Oh God, fuck me baby. Fuck me, oh God fuck me so hard!\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cOoooooohhhhh!\u201d God, that felt so good! It amplified the feeling a bit for me, too. Oh FUCK this was hot. \u201cOh, Taylor. Oh, Taylor. Oh, Taylor!!!!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBaby OH OH OH Fuck me so hard!\u201d She involuntarily shook and slammed the back of her head against the floor. I was concerned for a second, before I saw that it didn\u2019t affect her any. \u201cOH TOM FUCK ME!!!!!!\u201d Her purple eyelids started fluttering, and she started to orgasm. Wow, so soon? This technique must be really powerful! \u201cOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!\u201d Her arms shot out to the sides, flinging candy at the walls. She stared panting uncontrollably, \u201cAH AH AH AH AH AH!\u201d, and then arched her back. \u201cOOOOOAAAAHHHHHUUUUHHHHH!!!!!!!\u201d As she climaxed her head shot up involuntarily and her forehead collided with my chin. I felt woozy for a few seconds, but was able to gather myself and kept fucking her.<\/p>\n
\u201cUNF UNF UNF OH YEAH\u2026 OOOOHHHH UNF\u2026 UNNNFF!!!!\u201d I orgasmed. God, that felt so GOOD. After I shot into her, I kept fucking her, while still concentrating on her mind.<\/p>\n
\u201cOooohhhhh Tom. MMMmmmmm.\u201d Taylor had calmed down, thankfully. She was feeling good and\u2026 relived, I think.<\/p>\n
I kept the machine going, but this time with more measure and less impulsive angst. And this time I modulated my effect on Taylor\u2019s mind. <\/p>\n
\u201cUMMMmmm. Uff uha yeah!\u201d I looked down triumphantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh Tom\u2026 fuck me baby. FUCK me.\u201d Taylor closed her eyes and trusted me. Outside, lightning crashed, loudly- almost enough to break my concentration.<\/p>\n
This time it took twice as long, but I successfully arranged it so that we both orgasmed simultaneously. <\/p>\n
As we climaxed, we both panted and collapsed. We were spent. I depleted all of my mental and physical energy, and Taylor\u2019s tremulous emotional rollercoaster this evening had left her with nothing. <\/p>\n
\u201cOoooooo ahhhhhh\u2026\u201d I exhaled onto the floor beyond Taylor\u2019s shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cUnf. Ahhhhh\u2026 Um. Um. Tom?\u201d Taylor fidgeted under me. \u201cTOM!\u201d Hmmm? \u201cTom, you\u2019re squishing me. Please. Get. Off!\u201d<\/p>\n
Oh. Ok. I sat up, taking care to keep Taylor\u2019s legs pinned down so she couldn\u2019t escape. I still had questions.<\/p>\n
\u201cTOM. Get\u2026 OFF!\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet. I need to know why you wanted this.\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cTOM. Please. Get. OFF of me.\u201d She was exasperated. \u201cSeriously! I\u2019m not hiding anything. Just get off!!!!\u201d<\/p>\n
Oops! What was I thinking?!?! This was Taylor Swift! Sweet, innocent Taylor. She\u2019s honest to a fault. \u201cOh, sorry, Tay!\u201d <\/p>\n
I stood up, surprised. Something weird squashed under my feet. Something\u2026 purple?<\/p>\n
Oops. It had started raining, and the floor was covered in sticky, half melted grape candy. Fuck. This would be a bitch to clean. I quickly slammed the door shut and turned to face the still resting Taylor.<\/p>\n
And then\u2026 wait, WTF?!?!<\/p>\n
\u201cUm, Taylor? Are you OK?\u201d Taylor\u2019s nipples were, for some reason, covered in purplish blood, and a small pool of it had formed in her navel.<\/p>\n
She smiled serenely. \u201cI\u2019m fine, thanks…\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut\u2026\u201d <\/p>\n
She looked down. \u201cOh! That\u2026 isn\u2019t my blood, Tom… I\u2019m OK.\u201d<\/p>\n
Not hers? What? I looked down. There was blood on me, too. WTF?!?!?! I bit my lip out of nervousness and felt something. Oh\u2026 my lower lip had a scab and dried blood on it. I guess that when she bashed my chin she also split my lip, but I didn\u2019t notice it because of the sex and the trance I was in.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, I couldn\u2019t, I think.\u201d She laughed. \u201cI mean, I was in that\u2026\u201d She hesitated. \u201cmagic meditation, thing, and I didn\u2019t want to break your concentration, I guess.\u201d She paused. \u201cAnd\u2026 it\u2019s just a little bit of blood. It\u2019s not like that time with Meredith. Remember that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah. That was crazy.\u201d I turned to the side and showed her my scars. <\/p>\n
\u201cOh! Oh my God!\u201d She laughed, and then thought better of that. She smiled. \u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ok, she shouldn\u2019t have laughed. That was really mean, but I didn\u2019t show it. \u201cIt\u2019s Ok. Thanks for your help back then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHmmn. No problem.\u201d <\/p>\n
Taylor tried to stand up, which was harder than we both expected it would be. The sticky melted candy had somewhat pasted her back to the floor. <\/p>\n
\u201cOW! Damn.\u201d She gingerly tried to separate herself from the mess. \u201cUgh.\u201d Schripp!!! \u201cOw. Damn.\u201d Hahahahahaha! This time, I was the one chuckling. I mean, it WAS hilarious, and she totally deserved it for laughing at my scars. Hopefully, her sense of touch was back to normal at this point, because if it wasn\u2019t\u2026 Hahahaha!!!<\/p>\n
Taylor looked up, annoyed. She sighed. I just stood there, smiling.<\/p>\n
After much effort, Taylor successfully freed herself and stood up. \u201cCan I use your shower?\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cSure, it\u2019s upstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks.\u201d<\/p>\n
As she passed by, I decided to be a dumb, impulsive man and ran my hand up her leg, and my fingers got stuck on the candy residue.<\/p>\n
\u201cTOM. What\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, sorry.\u201d Oops! I gamely peeled my now sticky sweet palm from her ass. Yikes! That stuff was like glue! Maybe I shouldn\u2019t have laughed after all.<\/p>\n
\u201cOW.\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cSorry\u2026\u201d <\/p>\n
She sighed again. \u201cIt\u2019s Ok.\u201d She flipped the light switch for the staircase. Nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe power is out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh yeah\u2026 \u201c<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t worry, there\u2019s nothing on the floor. Just be careful not to actually touch anything because you\u2019ll, um, stick to it, I guess. Here\u2026\u201d I grabbed the emergency flashlight from the foyer curio cabinet. As I gave it to her, I got a vision of Tay sticking to the carpet and being stuck there, permanently. Might be a good way to \u2018get\u2019 her. I smiled, mischievously.<\/p>\n
She shot me another look and then tiptoed upstairs with ridiculously dainty steps. Her entire backside looked like the target of an attack of watercolors by a spastic kid with clinical ADHD. Oh, if only those organizers for the Met Gala could see her now! Hahahaha!! I stifled another chuckle. <\/p>\n
After Taylor creaked up the old stairs I rushed into the kitchen and fetched an emergency lantern, a roll of paper towels, and the plastic bin with our cleaning supplies, and went to town on the foyer floor. I was reminded, again, of my time in Taylor\u2019s house when the floor got messy after Meredith clawed me.<\/p>\n
Upstairs, Taylor started the water. <\/p>\n
I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. Yuck, I HATED this stuff. Cleaning, I mean. It was just so\u2026 domestic<\/i>. You know, back in the fifties, I would be kicking back and having a cigar right now, and the maid \/ my wife \/ my mistress \/ Taylor would be doing this. I mean, I don\u2019t even like<\/i> cigars, but\u2026<\/p>\n
Well, whatever. Since I boosted Taylor and the Emmas so much, feminism has become the rage\u2026 which is, I guess, OK. I really do like feminism. And women in general. I love them, honest. But there are some things that women are just good at, and men aren\u2019t, and cleaning is one of them, and I really don\u2019t like<\/i> cleaning, so maybe they could do that for me? Please?<\/p>\n
Oh, who was I kidding. There was nobody else here, anyways.<\/p>\n
So I kept scrubbing, and Taylor kept showering. <\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t long before I had used up half the roll. Beside me, in the enormous candy bowl, there was a messy, leaking, purple hill of used towels. The interplay of colors and the sheer size<\/i> of the mound made it look like the spastic ADHD kid\u2019s science project on the Himalayas. And all of it was sticky<\/i>. Yuck. Cleaning was disgusting<\/i>. I sprinted into the kitchen to fetch a garbage bag to deposit the hill in. Yuck<\/i>.<\/p>\n
As I shoved the towels in the bag, it took continuous effort to unstick everything from my fingers. Gross.<\/p>\n
Upstairs, Taylor kept showering. Wow, she sure was taking her time! But I guess she had a lot to clean. Or maybe it\u2019s just because she was a girl, I didn\u2019t know.<\/p>\n
I finished cleaning the floor as best I could, and tied the bag closed and tossed it into the garage. I put everything else away but the lantern and looked in the bathroom mirror.<\/p>\n
YUCK<\/i>.<\/p>\n
Even in the wan LED light of the lantern, I looked awful. Obviously, my lip looked bad. It was swollen, and I had a bit of purple under my skin on my chin, too, so I probably had a bruise there. There was candy on my hands, of course, and blood on my chest. And I\u2019m not even going to say about my hair.<\/p>\n
I took a look at my cleaner fingers. They were purplish and thin, like they get when they\u2019re cold. Hmmm\u2026 it was<\/i> chilly in here. I guess that we left the door open too long when we fucked, and some of the heat escaped the house. Brrrrrr\u2026 I shivered a little. I needed to start moving again.<\/p>\n
I cleaned myself as best I could, and walked back to the foyer to inspect our clothes.<\/p>\n
Thankfully, they were unaffected by the candy. In my fit of passion, I threw them blindly into the living room before fucking. I quickly put mine on, and then took a look at Taylor\u2019s. Her clothes, as always, were fascinating to me. Expensive, beautiful and luxurious, they were from another world.<\/p>\n
Outside, everything seemed eerily still. I couldn\u2019t tell if the storm was over, or if this was a lull. The sky was pure black- owing to the clouds having either moved, or to them concentrating themselves to the point where no light at all shined through them. I couldn\u2019t tell which.<\/p>\n
Taylor clumped downstairs. Slowly. She was dressed in one of our old, stale purple beach towels.<\/p>\n
I brought her her clothes at kissed her on the cheek. Odd\u2026 she didn\u2019t taste<\/i> like Taylor. She tasted\u2026 dry. I mean, she didn\u2019t taste like oil. I guess she washed off all her makeup.<\/p>\n
I took a good look at her as I handed her her clothes. She looked very natural. Very\u2026 pretty, even without any makeup on. \u201cTay\u2026\u201d I smiled. \u201cYou\u2019ve never looked more beautiful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks\u2026\u201d She took her clothes from me. \u201cUm\u2026\u201d She looked up. \u201cCan I have some privacy, please?\u201d <\/p>\n
Okay, weird question. \u201cWhy? I mean, considering what we just did, do you really need it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTom\u2026 please.\u201d <\/p>\n
FINE. \u201cOkay, that\u2019s fine. Whatever. I don\u2019t care.\u201d <\/p>\n
I turned my back and let her put her clothes on, because apparently I was yucky, or something. Oy. WOMEN<\/i>.<\/p>\n
Taylor put her clothes on, including her overcoat. It really was chilly in here. <\/p>\n
She hugged me with a smile. \u201cTom\u2026 I need to leave.\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cOK, but why? You just got here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re really sweet, but I need to do things with my tour. I mean, rehearsals, and practice and such? And I\u2019m feeling inspired, too.\u201d She smiled. \u201cSo I want to write some things down.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could write them down here, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot with the power out\u2026 I\u2019ll do better at my hotel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI could come with.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know but\u2026 you need to take care of this place, with the storms and everything. Someone should be here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay\u2026\u201d that made sense, I guess. \u201cbut how are you getting to your, um, hotel?\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cWell, I can drive, silly!\u201d Taylor shined the flashlight outside. There was a black car in my driveway! I wondered how I could have missed it\u2026 it must have melted into the dark skies earlier tonight.<\/p>\n
\u201cTake the flashlight. You might need it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOk, thanks. Bye!!!! Love you!!!\u201d Taylor kissed me, opened the front door and darted off toward her car.<\/p>\n
Hmm. Well, that was quick, but I guess she wanted to leave before it started raining again, or something. I don\u2019t know. You know, overall, this was a pretty, picture perfect ending for a beautiful, bow-tied adventure. I loved it\u2026 this would be fodder for a thousand fanfics, and maybe an album or two for her.<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
As she carefully walked the walkway to her car, I shined my light on her path. <\/p>\n
Somehow\u2026 with my light guiding her, I knew that we\u2019d be OK.<\/p>\n
I smiled again.<\/p>\n
And then\u2026 I saw something.<\/p>\n
Blood.<\/p>\n
Blood, on the bricks where Taylor was stepping.<\/p>\n
At least, I thought<\/i> it was blood. It was something purplish red, at least.<\/p>\n
Up above, thunder cracked the skies.<\/p>\n
\u201cUm\u2026 Taylor?\u201d She didn\u2019t respond.<\/p>\n
I stepped outside, and she turned and shot me an evil look. \u201cWHAT?!?!\u201d <\/p>\n
What? What did she mean by WHAT?!?! \u201cOk, what the FUCK is going on?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNOTHING is going on, Tom. NOTHING.\u201d She spat the words to me as if they were acid. \u201cNothing that you can help me with, at least.\u201d<\/p>\n
Wait\u2026 I thought back to the blood I saw when I fucked her. That\u2026 couldn\u2019t<\/i> have been from my split lip. At least, not all of it! It couldn\u2019t have been! There had been too much of it!<\/p>\n
She turned and sprinted to her car. I followed, or at least tried to. She had shoes and I didn\u2019t, and I wasn\u2019t sure of what was out there. Halfway to her car, I lunged at her and was able to grab her ankles. Yup, it was blood all alright!<\/p>\n
She tripped and fell onto the dark pavement. <\/p>\n
\u201cTOM\u2026\u201d Taylor yelled out. \u201cStop it you\u2019re hurting me! Let me go!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh no, you\u2019re not doing THAT again.\u201d I wrestled her down, and she punched me on the nose. I slapped her in return, taking care not to hit her head against the driveway.<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck y\u2026\u201d I slapped her again, and she dug her nails into my other arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cAHHHHHHH!!!\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cGet OFF!\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201dNO!!!!\u201d I pinned her forearms down on the pavement. <\/p>\n
We both stopped; panting and bleeding. Up far above, the brutal clouds interjected with crashing bolts.<\/p>\n
\u201cTay\u2026 what is going on? For real?\u201d I asked, even though I felt I didn\u2019t need to. <\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t respond, except by relaxing.<\/p>\n
I rolled up her sleeves. Nothing. Then I pulled up her shirt. Yup.<\/p>\n
There was a cut on her stomach. <\/p>\n
\u201cTay\u2026\u201d I stopped and thought. \u201cDid\u2026 I<\/i> do this?\u201d<\/p>\n
She studied me as best as she could. The flashlight was on the ground and shining on her, not on me. \u201cUmm\u2026\u201d She looked away. \u201cUm, no.\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cThen, how did this happen?\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d Then, she realized who she was talking to. \u201cUm\u2026 sorry. I tried to hide this from you but\u2026\u201d The blood from her cut started to run onto the driveway, where it mixed with water, turning everything purple. I thought it might be raining again, as I felt something sharp prick the base of my neck.<\/p>\n
I studied her further. \u201cThis is really why you\u2019re here, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n
She sighed, and I noticed that her cheeks were wet. Was she crying? Or was that rain? I looked up. The cloudy purple dome above us gave me no hint of its intentions. I looked down, again, at Taylor. I couldn\u2019t hear sniffles, but that might be because they were being covered up by the trailing screeches of the far off traffic. \u201cTay\u2026 are you crying?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d Ok. I believed her. Pretty much.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay. So, what is this? Do you<\/i> do this? Intentionally?\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cYeah. I just need to, sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou shouldn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, I shouldn\u2019t? Really? Everyone\u2019s done it, Tom.\u201d She gave me a knowing look and rolled her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo? That doesn\u2019t make it right. I think you should see someone, Taylor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, you THINK? Would THAT help? Really?\u201d<\/p>\n
Hmmm? \u201cYeah. I mean\u2026 I don\u2019t understand, myself. Why<\/i> would you do this? Aren\u2019t you happy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, I\u2019m happy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ok, this was getting frustrating. \u201cTaylor\u2026 don\u2019t make me break out my pimp hand.\u201d I showed her my palm- the same one I used earlier to manipulate her brain patterns. Surely she could see it, even cloaked in the surrounding darkness.<\/p>\n
Her eyes opened wide. \u201cOh. You know, it\u2019s tough. It\u2019s really tough sometimes. It\u2019s overwhelming. It\u2019s too much, sometimes. I never get a day off. I always have to be perfect. I always have to love everyone. I always have to be nice. I always have to be pretty. I always have to be center of attention, everywhere.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd\u2026 I can\u2019t tell anyone. I mean, I can\u2019t<\/i> go to therapy or whatever, because what if they tell people? And I don\u2019t want my family to know, so\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought back. Has there been evidence of this before? Maybe. There was that cut on her calf last year that was never really explained. And then that cut on her thigh earlier this year that was blamed on Meredith, even though why would Meredith do that to Taylor? Then the cut on her thumb just a couple weeks ago. <\/p>\n
I conjured up pictures of both of her leg cuts from my memories of them. You know, they did<\/i> look suspicious to me when they happened, now that I think about it. Meredith, when she cut me, went deep. I mean, I got scars from it. Cats are much stronger than people think. Taylor\u2019s cuts back then were shallow, and they didn\u2019t leave noticeable scars.<\/p>\n
You know\u2026 at the time they really did look like they were left by razor blades. Like the one right now on her stomach.<\/p>\n
\u201cTaylor\u2026 how long has this been going on?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUm\u2026 about a year.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh Taylor\u2026 I love you, dear. It\u2019s OK.\u201d I hugged her. I didn\u2019t care if I got blood on me. Then I remembered something, and surprised us both by laughing a bit.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2026 what\u2019s so funny?\u201d She was a bit annoyed.<\/p>\n
I sat up. \u201cRemember that CSI episode you were in? You know, where you dyed your hair and fought in a parking lot somewhere at night? I mean, with someone who was trying to help you? But then you lost the fight, and ended up bleeding from the stomach with them on top of you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHmm? Um, yeah.\u201d She thought for a second, and then laughed. History repeats itself in weird ways, sometimes. \u201cYou saw that?\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, a while ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
She sighed and smiled. \u201cThat was fun, you know, shooting that episode.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTay\u2026 I think it\u2019s starting to rain again. Let\u2019s go in.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
And just like that, the lights turned on.<\/p>\n
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Taylor and I cleaned up in the large bathroom upstairs. It was a lengthy process. We both walked into the room looking like cage fighters after a particularly nasty pay-per-view event.<\/p>\n
I had bruises on my chin, lip, left arm, and right hand, and Taylor had them on her cheeks, and on the back of her head where she slammed it on the floor when she orgasmed. And she was missing some hair from when I yanked on it, earlier. And we were both bleeding, and from multiple places, each. Natch.<\/p>\n
And we were both exhausted. This\u2026 all of it, was just too much.<\/p>\n
I exhaled. \u201cYuck.\u201d I said, as I desperately tried to clean myself, somehow. \u201cGross.\u201d<\/p>\n
Taylor just had a dazed look on her face. \u201cOh my God, I feel so tired. I feel like I just finished the longest concert ever.\u201d<\/p>\n
Our old clothes were absolutely ruined, having been marked up by the driveway and our mutual bleeding, so I had to fetch things out of my wardrobe for us both to wear.<\/p>\n
Not wanting to part with something expensive, I gave her one of my ratty old joke T-shirts. It was one of those \u201cevolution\u201d jokes that showed a chimp evolving into a human, who then \u201cde-evolves\u201d into a video game player. On me, it fit well, and looked funny and apropos. On Taylor Swift, it looked poncho-like, inappropriate as hell, and truly odd and weirdly hysterical. I also gave her a pair of my old lounge pants, since she couldn\u2019t fit into my jeans, of course. Not that she could fit in my lounge pants, either, but at least she could tie them so they wouldn\u2019t fall down every other step. And- they completed the unkempt, video game nerd \u201clook\u201d that the shirt started so ungracefully.<\/p>\n
I simply. Could. Not. Stop. Laughing.<\/p>\n
Poor Taylor. Her face turned the cutest shade of beet red.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know, you COULD get me some other clothes.\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cUmmm\u2026 hahahahahaha!!! I could, I guess. Hahahaha!! But, you know, all the stores are closed now, and my mom\u2019s stuff won\u2019t fit you\u2026 BWAHAHAHAHA\u2026\u201d My sides started to hurt. \u201cHahahahaha!!!\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cFine, I\u2019ll just wear these. Whatever.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought for a second. \u201cHeh heh\u2026 you know, Tay, nobody in the world would recognize you right now. I mean, you could literally go anywhere, or do anything. I mean, nobody would know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah\u2026 I guess I could<\/i> walk around like\u2026 this<\/i>\u2026 but\u2026\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s Ok. It\u2019s not quite your style, I know. I was just saying.\u201d I hugged her. \u201cYou know, though, maybe wearing this textile disaster for awhile would be good for you. It would break you out of your box. I mean, you don\u2019t always<\/i> need to be perfect and glamorous, you know. I mean, not even outdoors, where people can see you. We know you\u2019re human.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah but\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust think about it, OK? It won\u2019t kill your career to be a bit casual now and then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s true.\u201d<\/p>\n
I kissed her. \u201cWe all know you\u2019re beautiful, Tay. And you\u2019ll always be beautiful, too. At least, to me.\u201d I kissed her again.<\/p>\n
This time, she turned a deeper shade of red. \u201cThanks\u2026\u201d She whispered. \u201cI love you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI love you too, Tay.\u201d I reached out and clasped her hand in my own. She smiled. \u201cTay\u2026 what are we going to do about the cutting?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to stop, I know.\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not bad\u2026 it\u2019s just not a good coping mechanism. I mean, it\u2019s just not a good way to deal with things. Here\u2026\u201d I showed her my palm again.<\/p>\n
She flinched. \u201cDON\u2019T! I already said I needed to stop. I won\u2019t do it anymore\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, not THAT, Taylor! Look.\u201d I showed her my scars, from junior high. \u201cSee? You want to avoid that, I would think. Bad for the modeling career.\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cOh\u2026\u201d She studied it. \u201cOh, yeah. I guess so\u2026\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cBut like you said earlier, it\u2019s not a deal. Life goes on, and you even eventually forget about it.\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cI guess so.\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cAnd it doesn\u2019t matter to me, anyhow. Glamour girl.\u201d I scooped her up and kissed her again.<\/p>\n
She giggled. \u201cDon\u2019t!\u201d <\/p>\n
Yeah, she had a point. We were both kinda delicate right now for various reasons. I set her down and kissed her again.<\/p>\n
\u201cTom\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know, you need to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah but\u2026 not right now. Let\u2019s stay together for a bit. And warm up.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cha-Ching!<\/p>\n
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So\u2026 we spent a few hours together. It was like a date, I mean an actual date<\/i>, for once, and dammit, I deserved<\/i> that. I bought some stupid scary movie starring Ashley Greene on Comcast and we watched it, together, in each other\u2019s arms. I\u2019ve always thought that Ashley was appealing, but the film itself wasn\u2019t. The traveling thunder outside and the traffic\u2019s never-ending screeching winds did their best to make the experience scary.<\/p>\n
Then we made small talk about Ashley and our very different experiences with her, and then we fucked, again. That<\/i> was fun. Hopefully, this wouldn\u2019t be the last time I would get to use the brain-touch thing on her.<\/p>\n
After relaxing a bit with more conversation, Taylor said that she had to leave. <\/p>\n
I looked up at the clock. It was almost midnight. \u201cWow. It’s late.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, I know. I need to get going.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOk.\u201d I led her to the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Tay, how was your Halloween?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGooooood. I liked it.\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, me too. It was certainly freaky enough. In fact I haven\u2019t been this unnerved by a Halloween since I was a kid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, it was scary. Did you dress up?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ha! \u201cMe? Tay, I\u2019m a vampire. For real.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo but, If it means anything, I tried to use my powers to scare the kids as I gave them candy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReally?\u201d She piqued an eyebrow. \u201cDid it work?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNah, not really. I don\u2019t think so, at least.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed. \u201cOh well. Maybe next year.\u201d<\/p>\n
I grinned. \u201cTay, Halloween is special, you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, it is. I love it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know. I do too. But, I mean, it\u2019s really special for me. You know, for, um ‘evil’ wizard types, it’s our main holiday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, I’m sure it is.\u201d She laughed. \u201cWell, I’m glad I got to spend this special night with you, then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI’m happy too.\u201d I kissed her. That always<\/i> felt good.<\/p>\n
We separated. \u201cOh, Tay\u2026 about your mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, she’s doing OK now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe is?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, it’s in remission. It’s being taken care of, so don’t worry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Whew. So I guess this really was about us all along.<\/p>\n
I wanted so much to continue talking to her. \u201cTay, you know, this Halloween thing has always been big with me. I mean, I don’t know if you know this, but I’m basically a goth, and this is like their thing, too. That’s actually kind of important, because, you know, times are changing. This is like a new era now. A new world, kinda. Maybe that stuff will be more important than it\u2019s been in the past. I mean, I don\u2019t know for sure, but\u2026\u201d I yawned. God, I was so tired<\/i>. And I was rambling, and probably sounded wishy-washy. But, I didn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n
Taylor yawned too, and swayed on her feet. Yikes, she was more tired than I was. I honestly wasn’t sure if she had even heard a word of what I just said.<\/p>\n
\u201cOk, Tay, never mind. You need to leave. Go back to your hotel, before it gets too late.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded. \u201cYeah, we’ll talk\u2026 later.\u201d<\/p>\n
I grabbed her hands. \u201cI love you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI love you too. Always.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlways.\u201d *Yawn*.<\/p>\n
We separated again. My hands hated it, but they did let go.<\/p>\n
Tay turned to the door. Then she stopped and turned back to me. \u201cNext time\u2026 I\u2019ll call before I come over.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed. \u201cYeah, that would be great. Thanks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBye Tom.\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cBye, Tay.\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned and left. Through the screen, I watched her get into her car and leave. Everything was cool, I guess. I studied her car as it faded into the darkness.<\/p>\n
After she was gone, I slumped onto the floor, with my back against the door. God, I was tired<\/i>. I felt like falling asleep, right then and there.<\/p>\n
From where I was sitting, I took another peek at the foyer, to make sure it was clean. <\/p>\n
It was, thank God. Time for bed.<\/p>\n
One last look and\u2026 wait. What was that?<\/p>\n
My weary eye caught a glimpse of something. It was in the corner, near the coat closet door. I bent forward. It looked like\u2026 a ring? <\/p>\n
I walked over and picked it up. It was a ladies\u2019 gold ring, with a huge, gorgeous amethyst on top. It was such<\/i> a beautiful stone. Wow. This must be Taylor’s. <\/p>\n
WOW. This was no ordinary gem. It was amazing<\/i>. I collected gems- well, cheap ones, so I have a few amethysts, but nothing like this. The purple on this rock was deep, striking, and powerful. This looked\u2026 Russian, like it was one of those super expensive Siberian amethysts. If that’s what this is, this ring must be crazy valuable. But how did it get here?<\/p>\n
I thought back to Taylor flinging her arms around when I was fucking her. Maybe it flew off then, and she didn’t notice. I smiled. Haha!<\/p>\n
I’ll need to get this back to her. I guess. I don’t know. I mean, if she never asks about it\u2026<\/p>\n
I smiled evilly. Trick or Treat, Taylor. I pocketed the ring carefully.<\/p>\n
This was such a great Halloween. It was perfect. Maybe the best I’ve ever had.<\/p>\n
In the backroom, the old grandfather clock struck a bell with a deep clang. The grim ringing sounded as hollow and old as time itself. <\/p>\n
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