It was as if I were invisible to them as I stood and listened
to the yarn Sandy was spinning for the other four women in the room. As I
listened to the story of our soaring sexual encounter and subsequent flight
into nirvana I began to gain insight into the acting ability, and cool nerve of
my enemies I began to understand the fear of discovery Tina and Lana lived
under.
At least the men of the outer world who sought to hold
power by fear, were honest in their intent, if not deeds. I'd known many men
who forced their will on those around them by force of threat, and held entire
populations at their command by fear. But that was the point. They would stand
and let the world see them for what they were. Cruel, selfish, and mean. At
least you knew what they were at first sight.
In contrast the deceit of these power hungry women was
despicable beyond words. As I listened to Sandy fabricate a fairy tale romance
for her gullible audience, it became clear her story was a skillful blending of
those listeners own words being played back in much the same way a tape can be
dissected and reassembled to make the speaker say any words the artist wants
them to say.
I've heard lawyers do much the same thing in a courtroom,
as they present the truth as they'd like it to have happened, and sometimes
successfully making it sound good enough to be accepted.
But the feeble efforts of the artist with the tapes, and
the amateur arguments of the court lawyer, pale into childish pranks, next to
this absolutely flawless leading of lambs to slaughter by violent death while
leading them into heavens own pastures of peace and plenty in their minds, was
in a class of deception all its own.
Sandy was a monster in her preys fold, and not one of
this predators intended victims even suspected the danger they were in.
The voice in my head came crashing in, "Who cares
what evil lurks in the hearts of men." the voice paused, and then continued,
"The evil which lives in a truly evil woman's breast is by far the more
terrible."
"Amen, Amen," I thought, and somehow knew I had
been heard.
Sandy concluded her story, and the women began to become
more aware of their surroundings. Lana was first as she scoured the room,
looking for something she seemed to be unable to see. She had just focused on
me when Sandy, the master, brightly called for me to come to the group and tell
the others my...... Sandy skillfully excused my participation as she cooed her
concern for my weakened condition.
My anger flared within me, but the voice came and in two
words calmed my anger to simple, cold, focused, hatred. The kind you can ignore
as you smile at the recipient and act as if nothing were amiss.
"Thanks," I thought at the voice.
"Welcome." Was the curt reply.
I was grinning widely, and even showed the tinge of color
embarrassment might cause, as I demurred from the vocal group sharing of my,
"Singularly, once in a lifetime journeys into rapture I experienced while
in the arms of Sandy."
My stomach turned in place as I continued,
"Please excuse my late arrival. I overslept and am
tardy because of the exhaustion of my morning sojourn into lustful fulfillment
with the brown haired angel in our midst, Sandy."
"Steady, now is not the time." the voice
intoned, "You may puke to your hearts content when you are alone with
Tina."
"Arrgu" my mind failed intelligent thought, as
I strained to keep my innards behind my teeth.
"Well done, and well said." came the voice.
"Oh fuck you blue!" my mind retorted.
"What a delightful proposition. We must bring up the
subject when you are somewhat less indisposed for further discussion."
"Jesus fucking Christ."
"Close, but no cigar. Besides if I were Jesus, I'd
have to change you into a woman to take you up on your kind but untimely
proposition and I doubt at this late date you could manage the mental attitude
adjustments to really enjoy womanhood. Your to set in your male mind set and
the stress would not become you."
I failed to reply to the voice as the floor rushed up to
meet me, and blackness closed my mind.
*** *** *** *** ***
I roused several times but ran for the blissful relief of
the blackness as my eyes found the devil before them each time I came too.
The last time I awoke to her, I prayed I might stay in
the darkness until she was fast asleep.
"Your wish is my command. Good night." the low
soft voice was back.
"Before I go, I wish to know, whom pray tell am I
thinking with."
"If you really must know, my name is....."
I was gone before I heard the name, but it would be a
very long time before I knew anything.
A very long time.
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