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Post by Ivan Carswell on Jan 27, 2008 20:28:15 GMT -5
You won’t know him by this name but rest assured Old Nick cares less for recognition than respect; he sent an acolyte with a message stick: Treat this lady with respect, said He, know that she is barred from Hell – I like my peace, but get this straight, don’t mess with me or she’ll become your nemesis.
I am ashamed I asked with subtle hints for tricks to spice a lover’s life, exquisite kinks, you know the game – but she requires a piece of me to pay the price. At least Old Nick came clean, she is a devilish torturer he claimed, a nasty sprite with evil mind inflamed with deviant and over-avid fantasies.
So I’m caught between Old Nick and acolyte, the one who ridicules his care-free days – thinks he needs a tyrant in his wayward life. The scene is piquant, poised and likely friction looms; I’m scared to think I caused this kind of strife. Nick, I say, not on your life, forget the deal – I’ve got a wife. © 4 July 2007, I.D. Carswell
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