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Date Posted: Tuesday, September 27, 03:38:37am
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's message, "I Remember Sarah - Chapter 15 forward (NT)" on Thursday, September 15, 03:17:55am
On a good day, Michael Samuelle was a control freak, so on this awful day Michael had his emotions as well as his women on a very short leash. Let’s say that Michael was in machine-mode with his mask in place and his rod stuck way-up his ass as he lead the girls through a marsh of impassive emotions. The robot-like man took the conversation from an inquisition to the more tolerable prosecution of a kangaroo court – by the way the ass was FINE.
Michael was able to calm the sarcastic Nikita and inhibit the caustic Elena while finally reigning in the acidity of words from both women, or in other words he controlled the situation his way. Realizing that although the result of his experiment made him feel better, Nikita and Elena continued being combative and hostile towards each other, so his nice ass was in a vice. Poor Michael, surrounded by women who pulled him every which way without considering his feelings – just his ass.
Nikita was feeling more than disgusted with the constant display of affection from Elena towards an obviously uninterested Michael. Since the woman kept petting and kissing him as she laughed at everything he said, of course Nikita was more than annoyed. Let’s face it, her own experience told her that Michael was not that funny to begin with. His mission wife, however, was doing a good job of stroking his ego and Nikita thought this encouraged his subtle attempt at humor. Elena was not buying the sister act Michael sprung on her and pushing the envelope of sexual impropriety was her way of dealing with the so called sister who Elena thought was after Michael’s fine piece of ass.
Explaining his family history to his wife Michael said, “Sarah and I where split-up when we were very young, however I was able to keep in touch with Aunt Reba, our only living relative, Sarah was not even aware of her. When Reba was diagnosed with the terminal decease she contacted us both and told us the whereabouts of the other.”
While sitting on Michael’s lap and watching Nikita intently Elena asked Michael, “She knew about Sarah?
Both Michael and Nikita nodded in the affirmative in response to Elena’s question. The handsome man and the beautiful woman were letting the mission wife in on some truths to the story of their lives, well - Michael and Sarah’s life. Michael was traveling through turbulent waters and keeping the perfect ass out of harm's way by the use of half-truths and perfectly placed allusions.
“But why didn’t you tell me you found her?” Elena continued in a whinny voice, “I thought your sister was dead.”
Nikita piped in, “I also thought Michael was dead, my adoptive parents…”
Elena interrupted Nikita and asked, “The Dions?”
Nikita answered surprised, “Yes, how did you know?”
Elena said, “When Michael called to tell me you were coming I guess he mentioned you full name - Sarah Dion, am I wrong?”
Nikita looked at Michael who held his wife on his lap, his face lacking an expression; then the blonde answered, “Of course you are correct - the Dions.”
Elena again interrupted, “But what really confused me Michael,” she turned and pecked him on the lips, “isn’t that the name of your best friend at the University, the one that died a few years back?”
Before Michael could answer Nikita said, “Yes, my half-brother Rene.”
Now it was Michael who interrupted, “I have always suspected that when Aunt Reba learned about my friendship with Rene, being that she was always on her quest to guard my inheritance, she checked him out and stumbled upon Sarah.”
Nikita wondered if Elena was satisfied with these responses but thought that the wife could always ask Michael in the privacy of their marital abode any questions left unanswered. Oh damn, she didn’t want to think about Michael and Elena as a married couple and subtly looked over to her safety net – the apparition of little Sarah who slept nearby. The little girl was about 2 or 3, her russet hair in high pigtails that were held together by ribbons and flowers.
The pink frilly dress little Sarah wore was embellished in a honeycomb pattern that enhanced the bodice and the pacifier she happily sucked was the same shade of pink as the dress, and this innocence soothed Nikita. Sarah and Simone were very clever by bringing this security blanket to Nikita. The peek into her future and her daughter, who would become Michael’s child, inspired the beautiful blonde woman to see the glass half full.
Nikita continued, “Well in any event, my adoptive parents always told me that my entire natural family was wiped out and that was the reason they adopted me.”
Elena’s next questions were direct and personal as she asked Nikita, “Are you married? Are you involved with anyone? Do you have children? Are you a lesbian?”
Nikita smiled, she needed to stall to think of good answers, “Let’s see – so many questions – I am a lesbian.” This answer surprised Elena and floored Michael, “I have never been married and have no children. I am thinking of moving back here because I broke up with my partner.”
Michael was so taken aback by Nikita’s response, he could think of nothing else to do, so he reprimanded Elena - move he had not planned. “E-L-E-NA”, he said as he moved the woman off his lap, “What is going on here, stop – these are very personal questions.”
Nikita, who saw the irritation in Elena’s expression said, “It’s okay Michael, I am gay that is a fact. I understand where Elena’s distrust is coming from, especially since I just caught my partner with a man in our bed.”
As Michael stormed out of the room Elena said, “I am so sorry Sarah. Now, you were saying that she cheated with a man?”
Voila! Elena was completely disarmed, Michael would be able to relax now and Nikita would not have to put herself through the potential long-ass agony of the fake display of sexual advances from the ‘obviously frigid’ Elena. Nikita went on to confide in her new friend all the sorted details of the invented broken heart. Elena was supportive and after finally one last inquisitive controversial query about the possibility of the blonde ‘switching teams’, the new buds relaxed.
Elena said just before Michael returned, “Forgive Michael Sarah, he is very proper and gets embarrassed easily, especially discussing these types of personal…”
Nikita interrupted, “I understand, my entire life has been spent guarding my sexuality and I would have never owned-up to it, however I could see that you were a little…”
Elena now interrupted the blonde, “Jealous, confused and angry with this newly appeared sister I knew nothing about? You are a beautiful woman Sarah, I thought I was in trouble.”
Michael came back in and stalking across the room kissed his wife and then said, “You have nothing to worry about E-le-na.”
The accented seemingly sincere tone always disarmed the woman; the problem was that it had the same effect on Nikita. When Michael embraced Elena and her head was softly nestled in the crook of the man’s neck, he faced Nikita. His heart broke as he saw the pain in the beauty’s face and he communicated with his green gaze his gratefulness and his love. The spiritual Nikita could hear his unspoken message and felt the unsaid promise that Michael’s eyes delivered right to her heart. ‘I love you too Michael.’
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Dinner was served on fabulous bone china that sat elegantly on starched white linen and lace embroidered textiles. The French wine they sipped from crystal goblets was fully bodied and fruity. Desert was rich and decadent and was followed by an aromatic coffee, a blend Nikita was sure was part of Elena’s heritage. The conversation was amicable and Nikita even helped cut up the veal that was served to Adam, the little boy taking to the blonde immediately after challenging her to a game of ‘Go Fish.’
After the meal Nikita was shown the guest quarters that sat next to the family room and enjoyed a wall of French doors that opened up to a patio. The patio had a spectacular view to the left and to the right it looked up to the side of the home that housed Michael and Elena’s bedroom. The three story house was big, but not enormous and elegant but not stuffy and Nikita felt a pang of sadness when she remembered that even this home, was just a lie.
After spending time with the married couple in the family room and having Michael help her light the hearth in her guestroom while Elena turned down the bed, Nikita retired for the night. Now she sat alone in her robe on a divan that was flanked by the French doors. She was feeling awfully sorry for herself when she saw Elena and Michael sitting upstairs in the balcony overlooking the patio and laughing quietly while he smoked a cigarette. She kept the lamp turned off and the drapes drawn, but she still could hear the whispers and imagine the couple exchanging the normal caresses married people enjoy.
“Why do you torture yourself with these thoughts, it is nothing more than a mission to him.” Simone exclaimed as she entered the room with Sarah in tow.
“Is that what you told yourself when they asked him to marry her?” Nikita asked.
“Of course. I was never into emotional masturbation… see, I always failed in teaching Michael this lesson, perhaps you’ll bode better – you can only control your own actions, and you cannot control anyone else…”
“That is easy for you to say, you are not here…” Nikita said.
Simone interrupted, “It is true, I am dead and with death comes this incredible insight and peace, but you know Nikita, all those lessons they try to teach us in life, well… whomever came up with them had obviously lived on both sides of life.”
Sarah laughed, “Preaching to the choir my dear, this beautiful blonde told me throughout my life how short life was and how it was a waste to worry about things we couldn’t control… oh and that no man was worth crying over.”
Nikita looked at her ghost friends and laughed for the first time in the entire day, “You know ladies, I keep waiting for your heads to rotate 365 degrees and for your voice to change…” Nikita didn’t want her friends worrying about her anymore.
The women laughed, dead and alive, while Simone answered, “If you want this type of apparition I am sure it can be arranged, but may I suggest you find yourself a cross and a stake before we go there.”
Sarah joked trying to alleviate her life friend’s disquietude that they could see right through, “Steak? She is a vegetarian and tonight she had veal, I think we can skip the steak part.
The friends laughed again, a bit of levity was a good thing, especially as the light to Michael and Elena’s room was doused and the husband attended to his husband duties. Elena was satisfied, Michael was un-frustrated and Nikita was distracted while the quickie came and went. Now that Elena slept soundly, especially since Michael had slipped her a mickey, the gorgeous man would come to see his one true love and hope and pray she didn’t hit him upside his handsome head.
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