Day 27: My Absence Explained

So I have had a wild weekend, well, wild by my standards. I’ve fallen in love and had my heart broken. I’ve found a new side to myself and now find myself staring down a road I’ve never traveled before.

Thursday night: After I finished cleaning the store I texted my cousin to make sure we were still on for “Last House on the Left” and “Miss March” for Friday… we weren’t. Instead she had bailed on me because her friend Christy wanted to hang out but I can chill with them at her friend Amber’s. -_- pass…

Friday: I went to work that morning completely miserable because I had switched schedules with a coworker just so I could go to the movies; instead I was going home after work for a family birthday party. -_- I got there and found my cousin was coming for the party too. Confusing but okay. I come home to a huge box in the mail. I open it to find “Local” by Brian Wood. It is huge. Cazzie (my cousin) showed up and soon fell asleep on the couch. Grr. Now I’m bored with my family and they’re taking forever with the lasagna. I watch a House marathon to entertain me. Cazzie wakes up at 7, eats a salad, and decides to leave. Although I’m not the biggest fan of her friend I cannot stand to sit in the pit of dispare for another second. I decide to go with her and meet her at Wal-Mart. She’s taking for ever and I feel a slight chill so I run inside to by a jacket. 7 bucks and it’s awesome. I go to the self-checkout because it had the shortest line. Now every time I go into my local Wal-Mart I keep my eyes peeled for the love of my life. She’s a cashier and she usually only works late at night. When I see my God my breath escapes me and I turn bright red. I didn’t see her so I figured I was in the clear. Well, I pick a line and look up and she’s right in front of me. Exact quote, “Oh, Crap.” I was looking right at her too. And she was looking at me. I put my head down. I could feel the heat boiling out of my shirt. I couldn’t get the touch pad thing to work so the guy behind me had to help so I was royaly embarrassed by the time I left. I walked away whimpering, biting my index finger, and knowing she heard me and probably thinks I hate her since I avoid her like the plague because I become a moron when I try to speak to her. My cousin, two of her friends, and me head for Dothan. She’s going to get a new tattoo and apparently she’s decided I’m getting one too. HA! My mom would murder me. They dare me to take a shot of Vodka (I don’t drink) I do it anyway. We then stop in at Flying J where I met Flying J Girl. She could be Morgan Webb’s little sister. I was smitten. (Note Vodka makes me fall in love… with everyone). I was standing infront of her mildly uninhibbited babbling about how pretty she was. Luckly I waited until we were outside to say, “I want her.” Cazzie then convinced me to go shave my vag so I could get a sweet vag tat. I did so she’d leave me alone. There was only one tattoo I was considering and I was not gonna spend any money on it tonight. Christy offered to get Flying J Girl’s number for me. She didn’t thank God. We went to the All or Nothing Tattoos and Cazzie became nervous almost begging me to get one too. She even offered to pay. That’s when I met Tattoo Girl. She had the best personality ever and she wanted to tattoo me bad. I almost got the Wonder Woman symbol just so she could. She decided it wouldn’t come out right so we decided it would be a bad idea. (I was sad). Then my cousin brought up the Chicken Feet tat that we were gonna get on V-Day. Oh, shit. “That is so awesome. It’s hard to get me to touch a foot but I would so give you chicken feet,” she said looking right at me. I love you… you will be mine. I decided I would get the tattoo. We paid for them and before we could get in the chairs someone else came in and stole Tattoo Girl away from me. Sigh. Now I’m stuck. Some beefy dude did it instead but she kept calling me a pretty girl. YOU CAN’T DO THAT! I climbed out of the chair after the deed was done (didn’t flinch and it barely hurt. I am a BEAST!). She then told me it was awesome and cute. As Cazzie crawled into the chair I turned to Christy and Ashlye and mouthed, “I want her so bad,” and bounced up and down on my toes. We left for Marianna with a giant bottle of Vodka and headed for Amber’s place where they smoked and I swallowed my vodka and orange juice and watched Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. I drove home completely sober. I AM A BEAST!!!

Saturday: I went to work excited to show off my new ink and see my ex for some somethin-somethin. Grr. He tells me to come over right after work cause he has to work. I can’t I have to get ready. Then I shouldn’t come at all. You’re a douche. As I leave my job I don’t notice someone walking next to me. I get in my car and look around to back out. AHHH! Wal-Mart girl sabotage! Again our eyes meet. My mouth drops open and she scowels. Oh, yeah. She hates me. She started walking back to Wal-Mart and I was so close to pulling over and being like, “Hey, you need a ride?” but I figured that would be creepy so I followed her instead. Yes, I thought giving her a ride would be creepy but following her perfectl normal. **Shakes head**  I get home, pack, and head for Tallahassee. Sure he’s a douche but he’s great in bed. I stop in at Sami and Alex’s for a bit because Chris is at work and I need to kill time. They have to leave. What now? I decided to go to the mall and read at Barnes & Noble but instead I go into watch “Watchmen” by myself instead. Yes, I know, that’s sad but the movie was fucking awesome! I go to Christopher’s place and do the naughty and think of Tattoo Girl.

Sunday: What a horrible day. I text my lesbian friend who has been trying to get me to come over to girly side for months and tell her I’ve decided to take a chance. I’m going back to the All or Nothing on Friday and I’m hitting on Tattoo Girl and I’m not leaving until I give her my number. I might even do the same for Wal-Mart Girl. She thinks that is awesome. Shower sex. Christopher expected me to lay around all day why he played WoW. I had a headache so I told him I needed some medicine and he needed to come with me. He refused so I went without him and just cruised around Tallahassee doing whatever I felt. Didn’t care about going back anytime soon. My cousin calls. Her car was stolen from her yard. She got it back. Christopher played Wow and I read “Local.”

Monday: Slept until 12. Miserable. Christopher immediately started on WoW. I tried to instigate something. No good. I got up and went into the shower. Should you be considering masturbation in the shower when you’re with your fuck buddy? I left again and went to the mall again. I walked around talked to my friend and then went back to Barnes & Noble and read the first 5 chapters of “Twilight.” I know. I know. Don’t say anything. I left there and went to dinner with Sami and Alex and their friends Matt and Kristie. That was funny. Philly Cheese Steaks are always delicious. Watched Little Britain USA with them it was meh but I like being with people. Cazzie calls. $800 was stolen with her car. We won’t be going back for her tattoo on Friday. TATTOO GIRL NOOOOO!!!! Went back to Christopher’s. We watched House and he began to start something and didn’t finish. -_- This is getting ridiculous. Went to sleep.

Today (Tuesday): Woke up at 8 and read “Watchmen.” 10 o’clock I packed my things and got ready to leave. I cried part of the way home because I’m pretty sure I’m never going back there. Slowly was sucked deeper into depression. Started thinking about “Local” and decided that’s what I want. I’m giving myself 2 years to save money and then I’m moving somewhere else and I plan to do it every year. Just up and leave again. I think I’m gonna head west first. I eventually wanna make it to New England. There’s someone there I might wanna meet.

Oh yeah! My tattoo:

Day 26: So I met up With Olivia in my dreams again…

I swear she’s dream stalking me… or I’m dream stalking her. I’ll be honest lately my Munn love has waned. I know I know. Don’t beat me. Sorry, other people have cought my attention. Bridget Regan is really hot and Reaper season 2 is about to start Missy Peregrym is in my head and then there’s the one girl I went to high school with and my God the Wal-Mart cashier with the most gorgeous eyes… anyway I don’t think Munn really cares too much for this because she came to me last night. I don’t think she was angry… just trying to remind me of what I’m missing. So here it is:

I don’t know where it really started. I just remember a scattering of things. I went over to my cousin’s house because we were going to see a movie. I was slightly distracted by my cousin’s hamster (she doesn’t have one) When someone walked behind me. Who the hell was that? I didn’t remember Cazzie saying someone else was going with us. Oh, well the more the marrier. My cousin told me she had left something in her room so I followed her back there but cought a glimps into her brother’s vacant room. It was full of clothes and a bed that was all messy. He’s been moved out for months so what’s going on in here. I stepped into the room and looked around. What the crap? These are women’s clothes? Invitations to a party were scattered around on the floor with an old fashioned fountain pin (you know the kind you refill and if you flip the switch the wrong way you get a nasty inky surprise). What the crap is going on here? I guess Cazzie is merging the two rooms together but I’ve never seen her wear these and that doesn’t look like her handwriting on the invites.

“Hey, did you get your invitation?”
“Huh?”
“I sent yours out special. It went out like two weeks ago. You haven’t gotten it yet?”

I turn around and who do I find? Ms. Olivia Munn. She’s sitting in a chair next to the wall holding invitations in her hand scribbling her name at the bottom. I look down and there it is in my hand. She was wearing a black dress that stopped mid thigh but ran up higher when she sat and just below that were a pair of thigh highs… you guys know the ones.

“Yeah, yeah I got it.”
“Good. You better be at my party. It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

I stood there shocked with my mouth agape. I looked down at the invitation and found I had my own personal message written on it that no one else received. (I wish I could remember what it was)

“My brother’s gonna be there…” I looked up to see that she had a very coy smile on her face. I know what she’s thinking.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be there.”
“Well it’s tonight. So don’t be late” Crap. I guess the movie is out.
“So what are you doing here?”
“Oh it just seemed like it was a good place to hide out for awhile.”
Makes sense. It began to dawn on me then… apparently Olivia and I were friends. Um… awesome.

Okay, things get hazy there but that’s when I run into her brother. Noice. He’s with a friend and I’m with my cousin. We’re at the party and it’s very congested. I’m looking around trying to find Olivia but I just keep getting glimpses. Grr… I can’t remember. I know there’s a moment with me and her brother. He says something about being a lonely asian and we kiss but I’m still looking for Munn and chemical warfare. I just don’t remember. I should have wrote this up when I woke up but I didn’t cause I didn’t know if I wanted to or not so this what you’re getting. HA not at all what you expected. Sorry. If something better happens tonight I’ll write it up right away. Sorry for wasting your time. But I have to say John is a pretty good kisser.

Day 25: Return of The Blog With No Name

Okay so yeah… wow. It has been a long time. So I was drearily bored tonight and could feel my body being pulled into the great precipice of depression (I know how very emo of me) when I said, “Holy Shit! Blog you self loathing whore! Your computer is up and running and people are beginning to forget!” So I pulled up my last entry to see where I left off and then I pulled up the last part I worked on so I could pick up where I left off and I couldn’t believe what I found! I had pretty much already written the next chapter before my computer went in the crapper! Now here’s the thing. This entry is kinda unfinished. It was gonna go a lot farther. Jason and Zoe farther but when I read it again I realized it didn’t have to. I love Bren too much for that so just imagine it for yourself. I’m sure whatever you come up with will be far more interesting than what I could… plus I’m just not feeling the sexy…

The walk back from Zoe’s house was a long, dreary, cold one with the wind beating against my face adding a bright red to my cheeks. The sky had already blanketed the town in a fine sheet of white powder before finally easing its assault and ending the snowfall. Shadows of the building stretched out into the west crawling away from the setting sun. My mind raced with the events of the afternoon. Somehow with a stinking concoction Zoe had managed to heal my body. Lifting my arms over my head no longer brought a grimace to my face. The cold wind didn’t make the pain flair in back, shoulders, or ribs. It was as if the fight with the Oni had never happened. I pulled my arms up over my head and then pushing them behind my back enjoying the stretch and pop of the muscles. Doors were already beginning to close in preparation for the attack that would come tonight. I’m gonna try and stay in tonight no matter how loud it gets. The wind began to pick up as I turned the corner at the post office and it chilled me to my bones. A shiver escaped my and a tiny flake floated down to my nose. Only about fifty more feet to the hotel and I could finally get to some warmth. The snow crunched under my feet as I forced my legs to continue moving even as I felt the muscles begin to stiffen and my joints freeze from the frigid temperatures. The wind blew harder against my face and I could feel tiny icicles beginning to form in my hair and nose. I ran my hand across my chin and the tiny crystals broke away from my face. I lifted my head to see how much closer I was to the hotel only to find white. Twisting my head from side to side I looked around trying to find anything that could help me find my way to the hotel. With in seconds I had found myself trapped in a whiteout. I looked down to my feet but couldn’t find them. If I can’t find my way inside soon I could easily become lost in this blizzard and die from hypothermia in seconds. I just have to stay on my feet. When I came in to town the post office had been to my left. If I can make it to the sidewalk I might be able to guide myself to anything that isn’t outside. I extended my left arm out and blindly reached for anything only to discover nothing at all. I ducked my head down and began to inch my way to the left hoping to connect with a wall. Numbness took over my fingers and the tip of my nose. It was beginning to feel like I had been walking for hours and I knew it was hypothermia starting to take its toll on my body. With each step I grew increasingly weaker and my body was sagging farther and farther down. Shuffling my feet, my pace had come to a crawl, when I fumbled. My right foot found itself caught behind my left and I fell to the ground. I fell hard into the snow and felt the cold take over me. This was it. I had fought giant drooling monsters but I would die in the snow. All I needed to do is take one deep breath and my lungs would freeze. My cheek was starting to lose its sensation and I was beginning to lose all hope of survival. Consciousness began to elude me and my body slowly began to inch forward. ~~~~~~~ A fire crackled in my ear as its heat slowly thawed my body. My fingers tingled as they slowly came alive and I shivered when the bumped against the bare skin of my stomach. A thick heavy blanket was draped over my body and as I started to shiver again I felt it rub against my thighs. Who ever had dragged me inside had removed my clothes as well. “You know I’m not gonna be able to save your ass every time you get in a jam right?” Bren was sitting in a straight back chair with a steamy cup in her hand and I realized I was back in her den. “You’re just lucky I saw you in the street before the blizzard hit. You fell right at my door step.” Bren’s house is on the right side of the street. I must have been completely turned around. I guess it was lucky that Bren found me. “Why’d you take my clothes off?” Her face flushed and an uneasy smile spread across her face. She slid down from her seat and on to the floor next to me. “Sorry,” she said as she slipped her warm hand up to my forehead, “Your clothes were soaked from the snow. You were never gonna get warm wearing them. Coffee?” She offered the cup to me and I took it and drank deeply. The hot liquid warmed my body from the inside out. With one final gulp I reached the bottom of the cup and I handed it back to Bren. “Yeah, I bet that’s why you did it.” I smiled at her and waited for her to jab me in the shoulder. “Would you like some soup,” Bren had turned away from me now trying to hide her embarrassment, “I’m not much of a cook but I can heat up a mean can of soup.” I wasn’t sure how to feel about her reaction. On one hand I felt bad for embarrassing her but on the other hand her reaction made her look even more irresistible. She passed the bowl to me and I could see that her gaze was conflicted. When she would look into my eyes her embarrassment would return but when she would look down she would find my chest and yet again her embarrassment would reemerge. “Thanks.” I cupped the bowl in my hand letting its heat finish thawing my fingers. I let the steam rise up and the chill in my face slowly melted away. She walked on her knees down to my feet and felt of my toes and then up my legs. “You’re still a little frozen but I don’t think you’re gonna lose any appendages. I pulled you in before hypothermia could set in so I think that helped.” I watched as she squeezed my calves and noticed that I could see down the opening of her blouse. “You should probably try to stay inside for awhile.” “I can barely feel my feet,” I laughed, “I don’t think that’ll be much of a problem.” I looked up to Bren hoping she was laughing at my joke but instead she was staring hard at my chest. Her mouth hung slack and I could see her eyes running from my stomach back up to my chest and I suddenly remembered the bitter potion Zoe had made me swallow. Bren crawled up my legs and ran her hands along my chest and up to my shoulder examining every inch. Her hands were soft and warm coasted lightly over my skin in a way that combined both professional and sensual. I fidgeted underneath her and she squeezed my hips between her knees to hold me in place. “The bruises…,” she said, “They’re all gone.” “Maybe it wasn’t as bad as you thought.” Her hand slid under my arm and pulled me forward and I found my head only inches from her breasts. The edges of her bra was peeking out of the top her of her shirt and I took in a deep even breath savoring her scent. I felt her hands pressing against the flesh of my back as if she was trying to get me to flinch. “Or maybe you’re just that great of a doctor.” “Maybe,” she said but I could see that she didn’t believe my excuse and I waited for the usual jab to my shoulder but instead she began to pull away. I watched, disheartened, as she stood up straight and stepped away from me. I clutched my hand hard to my side to keep me from reaching out to her and pulling her back down on top of me. “Um, you should stay right there tonight.” “Bren…” I called to her but she was already rounding the corner to the hallway. ~~~~~~~ I must have laid there in the floor of Bren’s den for hours wishing I had never ran into Zoe that afternoon or that I could have done anything to keep Bren with me. I wiggled my toes noticing that I had regained enough sensation to feel just how cold they were and considered trying to find my way up to Bren’s room. I watched a tiny spider crawl across the ceiling longing for the dawn to come so I could sneak away from Bren’s home and back to the hotel so that I wouldn’t have to face her when she came down in the morning to inevitably ask where the bruises had gone. Telling her that I had been cured by a magic potion, created by Zoe of all people, would surely only make the rift between Bren and me worse. I folded my arm behind my head and closed my eyes. It would still be hours before first light. An Oni’s claws scraped across the pavement outside of den’s window and I held my breath until I was sure it had passed by. A howl echoed through the cold night and I cringed remembering the pain in my rib cage after my last battle with the monsters. I listened intently waiting for the creature to come back keeping my ears opened for foot falls on the sidewalk in front of Bren’s. The fire danced next to me and I hoped that the monster wouldn’t notice its flicker through the curtain. Relaxing my head back against my forum I closed my eyes once more concentrating on the sound of the fire popping and my own steady breathing slowly drifting down into sleep when the sound of foot steps pulled me back into consciousness. I snapped my head over in the direction of the den’s doorway which led into the hallway where Bren stood wearing only a button down shirt that was two sizes too big for her. The cuffs of her sleeves hung down past her hands and I followed the rest of the shirt to its tail that ended at the middle of her thighs and then on down to her bright red toes. “Bren,” I began as her long lithe legs began to move and she made her way to me. With a flash she was standing over me straddling me between her long beautiful legs. My heart began to race as she eased herself down on top of me and my hands found their way to her hips. “Bren, I…” “Jason now would be an excellent time for your patented stoicism.” Our eyes met and in hers I could see a hunger and lust that I had never seen in her before. She plunged her face down on to mine and slipped her slippery wet tongue into my mouth and I greeted it with my own. Gripping her hips I pulled her body closer to mine until only her shirt separated us and she began to explore my chest and back with one hand while pulling the thick blanket away from my waste with the other. As the fabric pulled away the warmth of her inner thighs made contact with the bare skin of my legs and I realized she was wearing no undergarments beneath her white shirt with blue pen striping. Slowly her hand inched its way back up to my chest and I watched her eyes as they ran from my stomach to my chest and then to my own eyes. I leaned into her ready for our lips to connect again in passion only to have Bren push me away. I fell back against the floor and she fell down on top of me. I slid my hands from her waste under the tail of her shirt and along the smooth skin of her back as she knotted her fingers in my hair. She traced my jaw with her nose as her lips traveled along my neck and up to the lobe of my ear. I wrapped my arm around her waste and moaned as she nibbled at my ear. Completely in Bren’s control I bent to her every whim. She lowered her face and kissed at my chest. I pulled my hands free from her shirt and shoved them into the long brown waves of her hair. Slowly she slid her right hand down from my hair and along my face. She looked up to me and smiled coyly and my urge to be with her grew. I fought hard against my longing to just take her and plunge myself deep inside of her and just allow Bren to be in charge. I pulled her back up to me and I was rewarded with the warmth of her mouth on mine.

Day 24: Eskimo Kisses and Blair Butler Shout Outs.

So yeah, That happened and it was fucking amazing… and it answered a question I had been wondering about for a while. I guess I may not have my shot with Blair. Sigh, I’ll keeping dreaming anyway.

Day 23: Not The Blog With No Name. Not It At All.

Costume Designer FTW! Nice job Guyver!

Day 22: The Blog With No Name Has Returned!

So I went to Boyfriend’s this weekend and he had to work Sunday night so I took the time to write. Yes! I wrote! I wanted to keep writing but he called to say he was almost home and Sami wanted us to come see her. Plus he’s a writer so I didn’t want him to see me writing and laugh at me. He understands grammar really well and I almost completely clueless when it comes to that sort of thing. Anyway the creative juices started to flow and I wrote just for you internets. And what is great about that is the next part has Bren in it and we get to see Bren unleashed! Crap… I’ve said too much. Oh, well, have fun! Oh, yeah, leaves the comments. They are much appreciated.

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The lobby of the hotel was just as slow as any other day and I found Vi stirring around behind the front desk. I smiled at her and waited for her to blush and look away from me like she always did but to my surprise she smiled back and emerged from behind the counter. I leaned against the stair case and watched her saunter up to me looking unbelievably like her sister.

“So, I saw you sleeping on the couch this morning,” she said. She leaned against the banister and shyly smiled at me. “Bren said you got beatin’ up pretty bad.” She reached out and rested her hand on my shoulder. I looked down at her hand as she said, “I hope you feel better soon. If you need anything, and I mean anything, just let me know, okay?”

Her hand was soft and warm and I could tell from the reddening in her cheeks her offer had meant to be completely innocent. I reached up and touched her hand as gently as possible and nodded my head, “I’ll do that.”

I pulled away and began to climb the stairs. I could feel her eyes on me as ascended and I looked back over my shoulder to find that she was still watching. A smile that matched her sister’s was on her face and she gave me the same tiny wave I had received from Bren that morning. I flashed my best charming smile and waved back to her. It would seem that both of the Davis girls were carrying a torch for me.

I reached my room and stood by the bed trying to decide my next move. My muscles ached and the bed seemed to beg me to pile into the middle of it. I began to slowly easy the shirt up over my head and as I lifted my arm the odor burned my nose and I tried to remember the last time I had showered. A shower would do wonders for the throbbing in my back and shoulders.

I climbed in and let the hot water rush over me. I breathed in as deeply as my bruised rib cage would permit and allowed the steam to fill my head.

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Sitting on the foot of the bed was a stack of clothes with a note on the top. In Bren’s long scrolling print was a memo to let me know that she had had Vi bring more clothes over for me. I plucked the shirt from the top of the stack up and held it out in front of me. It was a red button up collared shirt.

I slid my arms through the holes deciding it would be easier to put on than one that I would have to pull over. I didn’t think my aching ribs could take another big stretch. I buttoned the shirt from the bottom up and found Bren’s scent embedded in the fabric.

I gave the cuff of the sleeve a quick sniff and memories of the previous night flooded into my mind. The way her honey brown hair had fallen around her face, her perfect cheek structure that stood out when she smiled, the glossy shine of her lips, and her deep smoky brown eyes. I found myself standing there grinning like a fool with my shirt only half buttoned. Maybe I’ll go back and see her again tonight.

Leaving the hotel I walked down the street. Tiny flakes had begun to fall from the sky and tiny mounds of snow were beginning to form on the cars and roof tops. I had finally gotten something to cover my arms and it had gotten colder. I ducked my head down against the brisk wind and wondered if Bren had any spare jackets that her ex had left behind.

“How are you today, Jason?” I looked up to find Phillip walking out of the post office; a big mail bag sagging at his hip. He rubbed at his arms and grabbed the collar of his jacket and flipped it up. “Getting’ cold out, huh?”

I jogged over to him, hoping to get my blood flowing, and greeted him with a handshake. I nodded my answer to his question. “I’m doing pretty good today,” I said with a smile and then rubbed my shoulder, “Kinda stiff though.”

Phillip flipped open the mail box that stood in front of Sam’s store and dropped a single envelope into the box. “We don’t get a lot of mail here,” and then he laughed, “I bet you are stiff.”

I gave him a puzzled look. Had he seen me fighting the Oni or had someone told him about it? It was possible I guess. I’m sure that I’m not the only person the Oni woke up last night.

“I saw you leavin’ Bren’s place this morning.” He gave me a nudge in the ribs and I flinched a little, “She’s a sweet heart, isn’t she?”

I felt the blood rush to my face and tried to smile through my embarrassment, “Oh, nothing like that happened. She was just bandaging me up from the scrap I got into last night.”

He raised his eyebrow and leaned his head back, “Ah, I see. Well, she’s still a great girl.” He bent down and dropped a letter through the mail slot of Bren’s place and then knocked on to a window that looked in on Bren’s office. Peaking in I could see her sitting at a desk wearing a pair of black rimmed glasses that gave he a bookish and cute appearance.

Phillip wrapped his knuckles against the glass and gave Bren a wave when she looked up. Seeing me her face began to sparkle and her eyes lit up. She pulled her glasses away from her face and pinched at the corner of her blouse. Smiling at me she mouthed the words “nice shirt.” I flipped up the collar and raised an eyebrow trying to look both sexy and goofy at the same time. I was happy to see that my attempt was rewarded by Bren’s charming laugh that makes her entire face light up.

I looked around for Phillip and discovered that he had already made his way halfway down the street. I turned back to Bren to let her know that I’d be back later. Trying to make my intentions innocent I pointed to my back and grimaced a little. She raised her hand giving me the “okay” symbol and then nodded her head in a way that said she knew why I’d really be back.

With a wave and quick glance back I chased Phillip down the block. I had almost reached the older man when Zoe strolled out of the sheriff’s office and her whole body seemed to glow at the sight of me. I slowed my jog realizing that she wanted me to stop. She had forgone her usual cheongsam for a lacy white blouse and a pair of dark jeans that were covered by a flashy multicolored skirt and furry boots.

She climbed to my face and kissed me lightly on the lips, “Hey, you. Where’ve ya been?” She linked her arm in mine and then rested her head on my shoulder. I was finding it incredibly hard not let my discomfort show as she squeezed my arm and started leading me back to her house.

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The floor in Zoe’s den was actually very comfortable. She had insisted the floor was the best place to sit for the procedure she was about execute. All around us candles flickered and a bowl of sage burned in between us. The smoke rose up and assaulted my nose but Zoe inhaled deeply savoring the scent.

“Not everyone likes sage,” she said with a smirk. I must have been making a face.

“Sorry.”

Holding out her arms she flexed her hands motioning for me to take them into my own. I reached out reluctantly never knowing for sure what she would do next. “C’mon already. We don’t have all day.” I held my palms out to her and she took them and I immediately noticed that her hands were not clammy like they had been last time. “I can’t believe you’ve been out fighting with the Oni.”

“I thought that’s what I was supposed to do. You said I was here to stop them.” Confusion washed over my face and she laughed out as if what I had said was absolutely absurd.

“No. You’re supposed to stop the person who is bringing them here.” She opened a black jar and poured it contents into the smoking bowl. Rocking the bowl around is a circle she spread the oily substance around as the sage hissed. She sat the bowl down and returned her hands to mine. “That’s why my dad doesn’t want you around. He thinks having you around is too dangerous,” and as she spoke she dropped her eyes to the floor away from mine and her voice trailed off.

“I see. Well, I don’t think I’m all that dangerous,” I squeezed her hand to try and make her feel better.

“Anyway, what I’m doing now is making a mixture that’s going help with the bruising on your back and if I do it right then you should be healed.” She took her hands from mine again and spooned a grainy powder into the bowl. I was beginning to get the feeling that holding my hands had nothing to do with whatever concoction she was working up. “I was reading more today and I discovered something new.”

My head popped up from the contents of the bowl, intrigued to hear about her new discovery, but she didn’t seem like she was in a hurry to tell me what it was. She began to crush the mixture together while speaking inaudibly.

“And,” I asked becoming impatient.

“I just need one more thing.” From behind her back she drew a knife and swiped the blade across my palm before I had a chance retract. A stripe of red oozed from my hand and I looked at Zoe with shock and dismay. Her eyes seemed to twinkle as she watched, fascinated, as the line formed a puddle in my palm. “It’s beautiful.”

I could feel my mouth hanging open and my brain kept telling me to close it but I couldn’t. She flipped my hand over and the tiny puddle dripped into the bowl. I tried to act like her action hadn’t bothered me and questioned her about her previous statement. “What was the new information you found?”

“Oh,” she pulled a tissue from her pocket and shoved it into my hand and then clasped it in her own grasp. She squeezed me hand and said, “Squeeze this. The pain and bleeding will be over in a moment.”

She went back to her mortar and started grinding her ingredients together in silence. I was beginning to think that she was trying to avoid telling me what she knew.

“Zoe!”

She jumped slightly, surprised by the bass I had added to my voice. I had to know what she did and I couldn’t wait a second longer. She stopped grinding her concoction and looked at me harshly, “Okay. I’ll tell you. Just drink this first.”

She held the bowl up to me and I recoiled unwilling to drink the stinking sage, my own blood, and what else she had added to it. She gave me a stern look and thrust the bowl at me only to have me push it away.

“Jason, just drink it already. I know it seems gross but I promise it’s worth it.” She spooned up some of the thick liquid and pushed it into my mouth. Holding my breath, I swallowed hard, trying to keep the vile potion off of my tongue. As it slid down my throat I felt the muscles in my back begin to burn and my rib cage popped as the bones fused back together. The pain increased with every second and I wrapped my arms around my chest. I cried out in pain as Zoe grabbed me and pulled my head down into her lap. She ran her fingers through my hair and stroked my aching back as I squeezed a tear from my eye.

The pain raged through my body and then, suddenly, it was gone. I could feel the swelling under my arm dissipate. I climbed to my feet and scanned my back in a mirror that was mounted on the wall. The bruises had melted away and all that was left in their place was my bronze skin.

“Wow…”

“I told you it was worth it.” Zoe had climbed to her feet and had snaked her arm around my waist resting her head against my shoulder. She kissed my freshly healed muscle and asked, “Do you still want to know what the book said?”

I turned to face her and met her captivating blue-green eyes, “Yes.”

Her eyes dropped to her feet and I saw a single tear plunge to the floor. “It said,” she stopped and looked up at me sorrow feeling her sparkling eyes, “It said that you would betray the woman who loves you.”

Day 21: Another Olivia Munn Dream

Just thought I’d deviate today from my normal Blog With No Name today to tell you about a dream I had last night. It was kinda odd but Olivia was in it.

So I’m walking down the hallway of my house just enjoying the Christmas decorations that are hanging when I notice that one of the stockings on the wall is filled with candy! Not just any candy. Like chocolate turtles and shit. Well, not shit but other stuff. So of course I grabbed a handful and started savoring the chewy caramel. I continued down the hall and picked up a big shiny blue tree ornament and showed it to my mom and said “Hey! I bet Olivia would love this!” That’s when I realized I was in Wal-Mart. Then she picked up one and said I like this one. Then I grabbed a big box of silver ornaments and told her we should just get these. That’s when the rain started. It wasn’t a hard rain it was like one step up from a mist. We noticed all of these ppl starting to crawl out from under an RV and I look to my right and there’s Olivia. Wow. Okay, I look back to my left and my mom is gone. I turned back to Olivia and said let’s head in there and pointed to the RV. No point in standing in Wal-Mart and getting soaked. We climbed up into the RV and I’m greeted by old friends of mine. It turns out the RV is owned by the local churches but what’s strange about it is it seems pretty liberal (swimming pools and bikinis) I guess Olivia decided she wanted to blog or something because she was asking if they had wi-fi. I ran and got my router and hooked it up for her and became distracted by my old friends. We talked and I played poker with an old crush of mine. He’s my brother’s age and a drug addict now but we had fun anyway. Then something happened and everyone got up and started moving to the back room. They seemed to know why but I didn’t so I just got up and followed them. I took a seat on the floor next to a friend I haven’t seen since I was 12 and watched as Olivia entered the room she was crying and like any decent member of the Ministry I was concerned. I watched as she took a seat in a chair in the corner of the room and people began to express there fears in some random order that I didn’t understand and then give gifts to the people who had already went. That made me nervous because I hadn’t brought a gift. Anywho it never gets to my turn thank God instead it comes around to Olivia and her eye makeup is running but that’s the only makeup she has on and her hair is in a ponytail. She begins to cry more and says that her biggest fear is that people think she is too fat and nobody will ever really love her. Of course my mouth drops and I get up from my spot and sit down in the chair next to her. I put my arm around her trying to make her feel better. The amazing thing about it was that it was like I was actually right next to her. I could see every freckle, every strand of hair, the curve of her nose. I mean everything. It was like Olivia in HD but in my head. It was a pretty amazing experience. I tried to make her feel better but before I could the dream shifted on me and we were in the kitchen of the RV and now it was Olivia’s home. I had to leave so I gathered up my router and Olivia and I said our goodbyes and she told me to drop by again sometime. From there I was at a school there were hatchet blades that’s really just a blur. Oh, well that’s all I got.

I know that was all kinda scattered but the dream was really scattered and that was the best way to write it up. Plus I’ve been following so much order with the Blog With No Name so I just wanted to relax and free write.

Day 20: The Blog With No Name That Seems Like It Should End With Every Post I Start But Then I Begin To Write And More Ideas Pop Into My Head Or I Remember A Key Plot Element That Forces The Story To Go Longer

Funny story. This was only suppose to be 3 to 4 pages in word like the other blogs and when I started it really seemed like it was going to be 3 because I was just not feelin’ it. Well, it turned into 6. 6 Pages! I blame it on Bren. I just love her too much and I just wanna write for her as much as I possibly can. If she could be in every chapter she would be. Anyway, this is the longest one (so far) so please do enjoy. And don’t be afraid to leave comments. 😀

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I slowly came out of my daze feeling a patting against my face. Someone was speaking to me but it sounded like I was wearing ear muffs. The patting intensified until whoever was trying to revive me was fully slapping my face. “Jason, wake up!”

I recognized that voice but I couldn’t place it. It was forceful and strong, yet somehow feminine. I concentrated hard on the woman’s voice trying to imagine the face but my head was just a throbbing tangle. I opened my eyes and was greeted by a sharp blinding light. I groaned and threw my hand up to shield them and then roared out in pain.

Whoever was in front of me grabbed my hand and gently placed it back down by my side. “You have a cracked rib. You’re going to have to be a little more careful.”

I cracked my eyes just a bit fighting hard to keep them open with the light shining in my face. I took a deep breath preparing for the pain that would come, “The light it’s too bright. Shut it off.”

“Oh, sorry,” said the voice. The light clicked off and in its place was Bren. “I was using it to examine your head and forgot it was on. I’m pretty sure you have a concussion but without a CT scan I can’t be positive.” She pulled out her pen light and started shining it into my pupils. I squinted and tried to pull my head away but she grabbed my face and held it in place, “Stop it. The less you squirm the sooner I’ll be done.”

She clicked off her pen light and gave me a look that said, “See what I mean”. I planted my arms on the couch and tried to lift myself up into a sitting position but Bren reached out and pushed me back down. “Don’t move,” she turned away from me and lifted a syringe off of the long wooden coffee table in front of me. I started to realize I was lying on a sofa. I must be in her house. She lifted a vile and jammed the needle into it. “I’m going to give you a shot of lydicane. It should help with the pain some. Rollover… easily.”

She reached out, placing her hand on my shoulder, and helped me roll on to my stomach. “I heard all of the commotion from my room tonight. I saw that thing grab you and I had to do something.” She swabbed a small area of skin with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol.

“I grabbed the ax that my dad kept in the basement and ran out to help you,” she said concentrating hard on a lump of flesh she had gathered between her thumb and middle finger. She stuck the needle into the muscle under my arm and depressed the plunger. I groaned a little and then she pulled the needle away and massaged the area lightly with her index finger.

“You shouldn’t have done that. It’s not safe for you,” I said breathing in raggedly trying to fill my lungs.

“Like it’s any safer for you?” She stood up and began to walk away from me and I reached out to her grabbing the leg of her flannel sleeping pants.

“Wait, where are you going? Don’t… don’t leave me.”

“Don’t worry, Jason,” she reached down and ran her hand softly across my face, “I’ll be right back. I just have to throw this away.” She held the syringe up so I could see then climbed back to her feet and walked away. She reached the door that lead into the hallway and turned back to me. She rested her hand on the frame, flashed me a charming smiled, and then walked away.

I had spent that day hoping to avoid Bren and here I was now lying on her couch. I considered fighting my way to my feet and taking off but something told me that in my condition I wouldn’t get far. Or Bren would just track me down. Should I tell her about Zoe and me or never mention it?

I heard a rustling noise moving down the foyer and decided that my day with Zoe was something Bren never needed to know about. I mean why should I tell her? She and I hadn’t done anything more than mildly flirt with each other. There was no guarantee that anything would ever happen between Bren and me.

Bren turned the corner and reentered what I assumed was her den. She was carrying a big black garbage bag with her and knelt down next to me. “I need you to lay on this,” she smiled at me uneasily; “It’ll help with the bruising on your upper back.”

Mustering what little strength I had left I leaned forward and she placed the bag behind me and helped steady me as I lowered myself back on to the bag. I jumped as my skin made contact with the plastic and I could see Bren wince with me and at bite her lip.

“That’s fucking cold,” I hissed.

Bren stood up and crossed the room; her long lean legs made her journey short. She grabbed a fleece blanket that was draped over a chair and covered my body in it. Grabbing the back of the chair she pulled it in front of me and sat with her hands on its arms. She leaned her body back against the chair and gave me an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I should have warned you.”

I snorted a laugh and grabbed at my ribs. The pain had subsided some but still not enough for any sudden movements like that. A lock of my hair had fallen across my eye and Bren reached over and flicked it away, tucking it behind my ear. I smiled at her trying to keep down as much movement as possible.

“So, we never finished our chat earlier,” she smiled back at me. She bent forward resting her arms on her lap and allowing her hands dangle over her knees. “Where did you say you were from?”

I shivered slightly from the cold and she tucked the blanket tighter around me, “I know what your trying to do,” I croaked, “You’re trying to distract me and I don’t really think it’s gonna work.”

Trying to look as innocent as she possibly could she brought her hand up to her chest and smiled, “Me? I’d never do that. Now answer the question.”

“Sure you wouldn’t.” I looked away from her trying to decide how to answer her. I had tried to tell her the truth earlier in the day but she had laughed it off. How could I know that this time would be any different? Or that she wouldn’t just think it was the concussion talking. “I told you earlier, Bren. I don’t know.”

Bren narrowed her eyes at me and studied my face trying to read me for lies. She pulled her chair closer and drew her pen light from her pocket. She extended her arm and raised my eyelid. “I think you may have hit your head a little harder than I thought.”

I shoved her hand away and rolled on to my elbow and grimaced with pain. “I’m serious Bren. I don’t know where I’m from.” She fell back against the chair and stared at me blankly. “I don’t even know if ‘Jason’ is my real name. You’re the only person I’ve told that.”

I averted my eyes away from her unable to take her blank stare anymore. She sat there for what seemed like hours before finally breaking the silence to say, “So you really don’t know who you are? That must be a weird feeling.”

“It’s more empty than weird,” I whispered. Exerting myself earlier, while trying to make point, had really taken a lot out of me and brought the pain raging back. Bren rose up from her chair and eased down next to me so she could hear me better. “It’s also very confusing. My first memory is walking into town last night. Zoe came up with the name Jason.”

Annoyance raked over her face at the mention of Zoe and I raised an eyebrow questioning her distaste. She waved her hand at me and said, “I’m sorry. It’s along story.”

I drug my arm from under the blanket and rested my hand on her leg. “I have plenty of time.”

She smiled awkwardly at me and replied, “It was just this thing with my sister.” I looked at her intently waiting for her to continue, “There was this thing with a guy. She and my Vi were really close but… well, that happened and I just can’t look at her the same way now.”

Why did that have to be the reason? Anything else would have been fine. I nodded my head trying to seem as understanding as possible. “I see.”

She laughed a little and shook her head, “it’s stupid really. Vi probably wouldn’t even be with guy anymore anyway.” She lifted my hand from her leg and laced her fingers between mine. The rush of guilt hit me again. “She’s just my little sister, you know?”

“Not really,” I replied honestly and smirked at her.

“Right,” she laughed, “no memory.” She pointed at her head then tapped her finger against her temple. I looked into her eyes and realized that she was dropping her shields when she was with me.

The stern and serious Bren that had bandaged my head the night before was just a persona that she allowed people to see. The death of her parents had dropped a great deal of responsibility on her shoulders and now with every awkward smile and bad joke Bren was giving me a private peek at who she really was. I squeezed her hand meekly to show my appreciation.

She lifted my hand off of her lap and pulled it up to her chest. I gulped hard trying to interpret what she had planed. The action turned out to be innocent enough as she twisted her body around and flattened herself on the couch next to me. She dropped our linked hands down between us as if setting a border to keep us apart.

“Your name is Jason Slater,” she said rolling her head to face me.

“What?” I snapped my head around to face Bren’s.

Reading the confusion on my face she continued, “Well, you need something to tell people when they ask.” She turned her eyes back to the ceiling and elaborated on the back story she had created for me. “You’re from Blighton. That’s like an hour away so it shouldn’t arouse too much curiosity. You’re an only child so you won’t have to try and remember any names.”

I lay there on the couch hanging on to Bren’s every word; drinking in her rich flat voice while she spoke. I studied the profile of her face as she gazed up at the ceiling. Her jaw clenched and unclenched and her brown eyes seemed to sparkle as she made the story of my life more complicated and involved. I traced over her body with my eyes committing every curve to memory and the longer she spoke the more beautiful she became.

Within an hour I had gone from a man completely unaware of who he was to Jason Slater, divorcee looking for a fresh start in a new town. I was the only son of Jan and Bill Slater and former freelance photographer for the Blighton Times. I had no children and no money because my ex had gotten everything in the settlement but according to Bren that was a sensitive subject that I didn’t like to talk about.

Reviewing all of the facts in my head I looked down to find that Bren was deep asleep. I unweaved my fingers from the grip she had formed earlier in the night and tried to move my arm up so that I could pull her in closer to me. The cold of the ice and the bruising in my back made movement impossible and my arm stayed frozen in place. I threaded my fingers back into hers and as if she had read my mind Bren cozied up next to me and situated her cheek on my shoulder.

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I woke up the next morning alone on the couch. I could feel a slight weight on my forehead between my eyes. I reached up and touched the spot and pulled back an oily beige substance. I rubbed it between my fingers trying to decipher what it was.

I pushed myself up from the cushions feeling my back pop and creak and I looked around the room. A clock on the wall said it was 9:50. Bren only had five minutes before her office would be open to the public.

I rose up off of the couch with a great amount of effort and my bare toes curled when they touched the cold wooden floors. I felt my body begin to wobble and I reached out and steadied myself against the wall. My back ached and I caught a glimpse of it in a mirror hanging over the couch. A myriad of colors painted my shoulders. I grimaced at the sight and began the search for my shoes.

“Hey, you’re up,” I looked up to find Bren leaning against the door frame; the gorgeous sheen of her lips reflecting the morning sun. Her legs were crossed and she held a steaming cup of coffee in her hands. She slinked toward me and held the cup out to me. I took it from her and she smiled warmly back at me.

“Thanks, Bren, and thanks for last…” I started but she waved it off and made her way to the chair that had once owned the throw that she had covered me with.

She reached down and removed a plain blue shirt from the chair and carried it to me. “Think nothing of it. It’s my job after all.” She began to bunch the shirt up around its collar and then raised her arms to pull the shirt over my head.

“That’s not what I meant.” I reached up and tried to take control of the shirt. I smirked, “I don’t need you to dress me, Bren.”

She swatted away my hands and guided my arm though the sleeve. “I know what you meant and you’re never gonna be able to pull on this shirt by yourself.” She peered up at me with her chocolate brown eyes from under her brow and tugged hard on the shirt. I flinched as it scraped along my back. “See?” she asked matter-of-factly. “I hope you don’t mind but these are just some clothes that an ex left in my apartment before I moved back here.”

I nodded my approval, “Your ex, huh?”

“Hey just because you had no life before you came here doesn’t mean I didn’t.” She laughed at me and gave me a punch to the shoulder. I grabbed at the sore muscle and bit down on my lip hard. Realization of what she had done spread over her face and she grabbed at me and began to apologize, “Jason, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think about you being hurt.”

She was biting at her finger nails watching and waiting to see if I was going to be okay. I straightened up the best that I could, considering, and attempted to reassure her that I was going to be fine. “I’m okay. Hurts like a bitch but I think I’ll make it.”

She rubbed at my shoulder as she gave me a smiling laugh. A bell chimed from somewhere in the middle of house and she jerked her hand away. “Crap, it’s ten already. You should probably be going now before anyone comes in and starts wondering why you’ve been here all night.” Bren hooked her arm around mine and started leading me to the door. “It’s a small town and I don’t want it getting around that something is going on between us.”

I stopped in front of the door and turned to her, squeezing her arm lightly with my hand. I reached up and brushed back her hair with my fingers. I gazed deep into her eyes and asked, “And what would be so wrong with that?”

She gave me an adorable smirk and inched forward to the point that I could feel her breasts skim against my chest. She gently took my head in her hands and kissed me softly on my cheek. She pulled away exposing a sultry smile I hadn’t seen from her before and lead me through the door.

I backed down the steps keeping my eyes fixed on hers as she gave me a tiny wave and closed the door behind me. I turned around and tucked my hands into my pants. A gentle breeze enveloped me and felt a quick chill as it hit my cheek. I reached up and rubbed the spot where Bren had left her kiss and pulled away a shiny greasy substance. I smiled to myself. Lip gloss.

Day 19: The Blog With No Name Is Still Going

I’m gonna admit that this portion of the story really bogged down. No matter what I tried I could not get the story to flow right. I guess it’s just at the point where you have to set up story instead of tell story. I have no idea what that means anyway here it is:

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I lay on my back in the middle of her bed with Zoe running her finger tips over my muscular chest. Warmth radiated off of her and I could feel her satisfaction as she lay there with me. I folded one arm behind my head and looked at Zoe who seemed content with prospect of being here for hours.

I looked up to the ceiling, thinking about what we had just done. There was so much passion and fire in our love making but too many other things were needling at my brain to allow me to just enjoy the sweet lethargic post coitus moments. The thought of having to take the Oni on by myself had some how become second in my mind to one other thing. Bren. What was she going to think of what just happened between Zoe and me.

I looked down to find that Zoe had fallen asleep on my chest. I lifted her off of me as easily as I could and rolled her onto the pillow next to me. I separated my underwear from my pants, snapped them up to my waist, and made my way to the bathroom in the corner of the room. I pushed the door closed behind me and took care of my business. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands in the sink and stared at myself in the mirror.

I propped my arms against the sink and studied the man gazing back at me. It was the first time I had seen myself since coming into town. My hair was shaggy and brown and a little mussed from Zoe’s fingers. I shook it with my hands and considered finding someone in town to give me a haircut.

I rubbed my chin, feeling the scratchy stubble as I peered into my own brown eyes comparing them to Bren’s when Zoe slid in behind me and wrapped her arms around my neck. She kissed me on the cheek and smiled.

“You weren’t thinking about taking of with out at least saying goodbye were you?” She slinked around in front of me like a cat and our mouths met again. I swear I could hear her purr. I looked down to see her short crimson robe, which just barely came to the top of her thighs, was open just enough to expose the underside of her bosoms.

She began to pull at the ties of the robe exposing her areolas as the red satin dropped away. The barrage of kisses began again and I lifted my head skyward trying to muster the strength to stop her. Fortunately, as she began to dive lower and lower on my body a clatter arose from the floor beneath us.

“Oh, shit.” Zoe looked panicked and ran out of the bathroom gathering my close and throwing the garments at me as she said, “That’s my dad. He’s not supposed to be home until five. It’s only three thirty.”

I caught the pants as she tossed them at me and began to hop into them. I looked down at the watch on my left wrist and saw that it was a full hour behind. If she was this concerned about her father then I had a lot to worry about. I sat on the bed sliding my shoes on. I looked around me and asked, “Where’s my shirt?”

“Shit. It’s in the other room. Shit, shit, shit.” She flew out of the room yanking the door shut behind her. I could here her footfalls on the wooden floors of the hallway. Another door slammed. I assumed it was the door to the room where our adventure had begun.

Through the door a muffled voice could be heard asking, “What are you in such a hurry for?” It must have been her father. “Why are your hands behind your back? What are you hiding?”

Now the sounds of footfalls were much louder and heavier and seem to be racing toward the bedroom door. My head spun searching for any place to hide. I stood up at the sound of Zoe’s body slamming into the door. “Dad, I don’t want you going in my room!”

Obviously ignoring her protest the door flew open and her father came bursting through the door. He was a portly man of about average height. His hair was receding and he had a bushy line of hair under his nose. He threw my black t-shirt at me with one hand and pointed his other hand at the door and screamed, “Get the fuck out of here now!”

I pulled the t-shirt over my head and threw my hands up in the air to show the sheriff I was willing to cooperate. He grabbed the collar of my shirt in his fist and pushed me out the door and down the stair of his house. Stumbling and tripping he pushed me out of the front door as Zoe jumped between the two of us again. She grabbed his arm that was still clenching my shirt, and screamed, “Stop it Daddy. He’s the one.”

Her eyes pleaded with him. He scanned her face looking for truth and then slammed the door in my face.

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I wandered back to the heart of the town and waved to Sam who was sitting out in front of the General Store in a rocking chair. My hands were in my pockets and my head was down, part from the wind and cool air that was already moving in and part from the guilt I was feeling. I prayed that Bren wouldn’t see me and come running after me like she had earlier.

“Come on over here young man and have and sit for awhile,” Sam called to me motioning me over to the store and pulling an empty rocking chair closer to his. I dropped into the chair and exhaled. “Sounds like you had a long day son.”

I turned to face the man and gave him a quick head nod. “You don’t know the half of it.”

He chuckled out loud and slapped me on my leg. “I imagine not. I imagine not. Did you get your questions answered?” I looked at him surprised and he waved his hand at me, “Ms. Dorothy told me you were going to see Zoe Calhoun about some questions you needed answering.”

I nodded my head in understanding, “Oh, I gotcha.” I rubbed my hands together then wiped them on the leg of my jeans. I shook my head and said, “No, no. She told me a couple of things that were helpful but for the most part I’m still in the dark.”

Sam rocked back in his chair, “I saw you walkin’ with Bren Davis earlier. Nice girl, huh?”

I felt the pit of my stomach tie in knots. Just the mention of her name sent shockwaves of guilt coursing through my body. “Yeah. She is…” and she didn’t deserve what happened to her today. I sat silent in my own remorse.

“Oh, hell,” Sam broke the silence and rose out of his chair. “Cindy Prescott is heading this way. I better head in before she rips me a new one for being outside.”

I sat there in the chair after Sam walked away and ran over the information that Zoe had given me. I have to fight these monsters but at least Zoe would be there to help me, I guess. I rocked back in the chair until I saw the sun begin to retreat behind the buildings and the town begun to slow down more than it already was.

I lifted my body from the chair and walked toward the hotel. I hugged Ms. Dorothy when I passed through the door and then headed to the stairs and up to my room. Vi passed me in the hallway and I smiled at her as she passed. She blushed and looked to floor and hurried on by. A twinge of guilt hit me again and I climbed into my bed and slept.

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I only slept a few hours before I was awoken by the sound of howling and snorting. I gazed out of my window at a pair of Oni fighting with each other. I pulled on my pants and headed down the stairs. If it was going to be my job to protect the people of this town then I might as well make sure they have a decent night’s sleep.

I walked out of the hotel to the General store and smashed the chair that I had sat in earlier on the ground. The sound rang out through the night and I felt the air thicken around me. I lifted one of the splintered rungs of the chair from the ground and ran toward movement in the distance. I made a curve at the post office and came face to face with the massive creature.

The Oni roared at me, its mouth hanging agape and hot moist air boiling out at me. I flipped my crude tool in my hand and threw it like a spear into the opening. Its cry was stopped short in a gag and I sprinted to it grabbing my weapon before it was swallowed up in the Oni’s dying flames.

I sighed waiting for the other Oni to come and avenge their fallen brethren. And they did. My ears were flooded with the sound of stampeding feet. The four Oni bounded down the street ready to rip me to shreds. They howled and snarled rushing at me with all of their power.

The leader of the pack approached me and pulled back his arm ready to swat me with his claws. I jumped into it nearly missing his razored paw and drove my steak into his abdomen and up into its heart, assuming that it had a heart. I yanked my stake from its flesh and spun in a half circle stabbing another Oni without looking. The weight of the Oni at the end of my spear vanished as the creature smoked and disappeared into flames.

I stood in the center of the street finding myself caught in a perilous situation. One Oni stood growling to my left and one crouched to my right. With a grunt they charged at me with intent to smash me between their massive chests. With a signaling grunt they rushed at me. The creatures bore down on me but I stood my ground waiting for the right moment. For this to work I would have to time my move perfectly.

I gripped the rocking chair shard in my hand. By now it was charred and burnt from the Onis flaming bodies. Smoke traveled up from its tip. Both creatures were on me now and I jumped into the air. I kicked off of the Oni’s chest and flipped upside down above the monsters. I could see the top of the creatures’ heads and I dropped my spear down impaling the two Oni on the stake.

I dropped down to the ground and landed in a crouch. Another night of battling Onis was over. I started the short trek back to the hotel. I rounded the corner of the post office and walked right into the grip of an Oni. Green goo dripped from its mouth and I could see the hole where my improvised spear had been. It lifted me up into the air and I clawed at its mitt trying to free myself. I kicked at its body and jerked in its grasp when it cast out its arm and sent me careening into the column in front of the post office that Bren and I had leaned against earlier.

I felt a rib crack with collision and I slumped down to the ground. The ogre began to close in on me but all I could see was a giant gray mass moving toward me. My eyes had blurred over. I must have a concussion. I wrapped my arm around my chest and spat a wad of blood to the ground.

The monster stood over me and I waited for its razor like claws to bury into my flesh. The monster lingered over me, its drool dripping down onto my jeans and then I heard the wet thwack that was my death. The Oni’s lip curled up and smoke rose up around it and then it burst into flame and in its place stood the blurry image of a person.

“Jason?” the blob asked.

The world began to spin and then darkness began to creep into the corners of my vision. The person moved in closer bending over me and then everything went black.

Day 18: The Blog With No Name Pt. I’ve Exhausted All of My French.

O…..kay, this turned into pron really fast like. Um, I’m sure after reading this you will all feel a little different about me but I’ve spent a lot of time working on this one so I’m gonna post it anyway. I wanna apologize to all of my friends who may read this and passed my site along to their friends at Jesus school, um, my friends who have never read anything like this from me before but have read the pron I’ve found, everyone who was not expecting this and read it in front of the opposite sex, friends or family, and my mom. Just incase she ever finds this.  Ahem, now with that build up I give you the next installment:

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I stood in front of Zoe’s house for almost five minutes before deciding ringing the doorbell. My mind floated around from one thing to another. The Oni. How Zoe could know who I was. Her sparkling eyes. The soft curves of her body. Her spunky smile. That little giggle she gave as she walked away last night. Bren…

I sighed deeply and reached out for the doorbell but before my finger hit the little round button on the door frame the door swung open and Zoe stood in front of me. Her black Chinese silk dress clung tightly to her body and I followed its red piping from her shoulders down to the floor. Her calves were accentuated by a pair of strappy heels that gave her normally short stature a couple of extra inches.

“Hi!” Her grin seemed to spread across her face and I infectiously caught it. She cocked her head to the side and looked me over as well. She reached down and grabbed my hand and pulled me through the door as she said, “Come on in. I knew you’d come early.”

She pulled me through the house leading me down a hallway and past rooms. I looked around the house as she steered me around corners and up a flight of stairs to the second floor of the house. Her hand was warm and a little clammy like she was nervous about something. Just thinking about it made me worry about what she may have had in mind.

“I’d give you an actual tour but you probably wouldn’t be listening.” She turned back to me and flashed her toothy smile again. We ducked into a room at the end of the hallway. With the momentum of our brisk walk she pulled me around in front of her and down into a straight backed chair. Zoe continued to buzz around the room lighting candles and incense. She turned to me waving out a match. She shrugged her shoulders at me and said, “Well, this is where the magic happens.”

I smiled at her remembering Bren’s attempt at humor from earlier. Zoe giggled obviously thinking I was reacting to her. Her eyes squinted up and she wrinkled her tiny nose as she laughed. I noticed that as she laughed she stuck the very tip of her tongue between her teeth. I found myself becoming increasingly attracted to her.

She lifted a large book from a wall shelf that held numerous other hardbacks that looked ancient and dusty. She ran her hand over the cover and breathed in deeply. She pulled the tome in close to her chest in a hug like it was a prized position. “This was given to me by my grandmother on my father’s side. She taught me everything I know about the arts.”

I nodded my head in understanding and watched her as she knelt down to the floor tucking her legs behind her. The form fitting dress was really inhibiting her range of motion. She ran her hand along the top of the book feeling the delicate pages with the tips of her finger taking special care not to catch the paper with her nails. She traced the pages down to the spine where a black satin ribbon hung out holding a page. She slid her fingers into the book and lifted the bindings.

I leaned forward in my chair as she pulled her hand along the words on the page. I squinted trying to read the words but discovered that they were written in some foreign language. She looked up and smiled slyly. “Can I help you with something?”

“Sorry, I was just trying to find out this big secret you know about me.” I blushed slightly and leaned back.

“Well, unless you can read ancient Celtic you’re screwed.” My face drained of all of its color. Why had she claimed to know the truth about me if she couldn’t even read the book? She must have seen the concern in my eyes because she curled her lip into her quirky smile and said, “Lucky for you, I do.”

“Thank God, because I really have no clue who I am or how I got here.” It felt like a relief to finally be able to say that out loud.

“It says here that you have come here to save us and that you will stop the person responsible for the bringing the Oni here,” She looked up from the book to make sure I was listening. I steepled my fingers under my chin to show her that I was following her as she read. “It also says that your memory will not be returned to you until after the town is saved.”

I breathed out in exhaustion. I was going to have to take these Oni head on if I was going to ever find out who I actually was. I propped my arms up on my knees, resting my forehead on the palms of my hands, and ran my fingers though my hair. I lifted my head up to find that Zoe was now standing in front of me chewing on her thumb nail. She stepped closer to me.

“Um, it also says that while you’re here,” she paused trying to steady her voice, “you’ll find a woman that will help you in your battle against the Oni.” She slid her hands into my hair. The air in the room started to feel thick and heavy in anticipation of what Zoe would say next. She cleared her throat and began again. “It says that she will be your ally, confidant, and,” she paused again mustering the confidence to continue, “lover.”

Zoe began hitching the long dress up to her hips and crawled on top of me in the chair. She lowered herself down on me and tilted my head back against the chair so that my mouth was raised to meet hers. She pressed her lips tightly against mine and I lifted my hands up to her shoulders and pushed her back.

“I really don’t think we should do this,” I protested but she just leaned in again and began caressing my chest with her lithe hands. She slid her hands up around my neck and pulled me in closer to her. I felt the heat from her lips as she started gently kissing me along my neck. I stared at the wall across from me trying with all of my will to resist her and to leave the house but the longer I waited the more fervent and feverish her kisses became and the more unlikely I’d be able to escape before anything more happened between us.

Her mouth moved back to mine and I gave into temptation. My fingers found my way into her short blond hair and curled themselves into the locks. The warmth of her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. Using my one free hand I slid it along her back and down to the small of her back pulling her in closer to me.

Zoe began to tug at the back of my shirt and I obliged her by pulling it over my head and throwing it to the floor. She halted her attack on my mouth momentarily to admire my chest. Bending down she began to suck at the skin, nipping my flesh with every kiss.

Pulling my arm downward, I situated her to where she was sitting firmly on my forearm and then anchored her back with other hand. I lifted my body off of the chair and she wrapped her strong legs around my waist. She plunged her mouth down onto mine again and dug her nails into my back as I lifted her into the air.

Our bodies slammed into the wall as I carried her through the doorway. Lingering against the wall I reached up with the hand that was holding her back and ripped away the delicate buttons of her dress. I dove into her chest and began kissing ravenously along the side of her right breast. I listened as low groan escaped from her throat.

She dropped her legs from my waist and hooked her fingers into the lip of my jeans and guided me back down the hallway and pushed me against a closed door. With the flick of her wrist the door flew open and I stumbled in behind it. I lifted her again and she resumed her position with her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. I groped behind me finding the door and slamming it shut.

She continued to dig her nails into my back until I dropped her down on to a bed in the center of the room. Dragging herself to the headboard on her elbows she locked eyes with me in a seductive manner. I kicked away my shoes and crawled on top of her. Her body, only millimeters apart from mine, quivered underneath me. The urge to take her right then was becoming far too strong.

I tugged at the opening I had made in her dress moments before and tore away the rest of it. She moaned as I pulled the dress from her body to discover a lacey bra and nothing else. Her hand reached up and dragged my head back down to hers as I pushed my hand under her bra to be greeted by the erect nipple waiting under the lacey fabric. Her back arched as I grazed over it with my middle and index finger. I looked into her eyes and my curiosity was rewarded with eyes that hungered for more.

Zoe fumbled with my belt buckle as I removed the bra the restrained her perky round breasts. I cupped the left one in my hand and eased my mouth down onto the awaiting nipple. She seethed with pleasure as my tongue flicked over it. Regaining her faculties she pushed my pants and boxer-briefs down toward my ankles.

With my right hand I reached down to find that she was ready for me. A whimper escaped her mouth as I slowly massaged the tiny bud between her legs. With that sound I could no longer hold back. I grabbed her head, kissed her passionately, and thrust into her. She bit at my lip and clawed at my back as I began to move inside her. I felt a scream of passion emanate from her lips but stifled it with my own mouth.

Her body began to rock with mine as if we were one fluid machine. I ran my nose up her neck to her ear lobe, biting at it with my teeth, as she pulled her legs up and squeezed me between her thighs. Her moans and cries began to intensify with my every thrust.

Our bodies rubbed together and with every pump I could feel the tiny peaks of her breast stiffen more and more. I lowered my head down and began sucking at her nipple increasing the suction with each of her moans. Her hands reached into my hair and pulled my mouth back to hers. I placed my hand under her ass and pushed myself further into her. Her hands began to clutch at the sheets and she began to squirm beneath me.

She flung her arms around me, pulling me in tightly and closely to her, as I felt her start to spasm around me. No longer able to sustain my momentum I thrust deep into her and released. Her body shuttered and I collapsed on top of her petite body. She held me there in her arms as be both gasped for air.

“Well,” she gulped for a breath and kissed the top of my head, “this is my room.”

I lifted my head and looked around, “Nice.” And I dropped my face back down on to her chest.