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Over the next several weeks, we will be sharing excerpts of the angelic characters from a work in progress, THE DARKNESS WITHIN, Book Three by Angelica Hart and Zi.
ANGEL WINGS OF HOPE
Texas State College - Camael's joy
Nobody's perfect. We're all just one step up from the beasts and one step down from the angels. - Jeannette Walls, Half Broke Horses
Fred followed Sandy out of the lab, where they finished their first in a forthcoming series of experiments for Professor Dributton.
"Good test tubing, Sandy," quipped Fred.
"Right back at you, Professor No Details Were Too Detailish."
The professor had paired the two because every other boy in class couldn’t concentrate on anything but her spectacular DD’s, honeyed complexion, sensuous voice and forever long, sleek legs. He could have placed her with another girl, but something nudged him to single out Fred. It gave him an inner tickle to put the class dork with the sexiest collegiate at state college. It was a good tickle, a nearly laugh aloud tickle, the sort that made you feel good all over cause you did something that made another happy. Ok... ok... the professor related to Fred, having been Fred when in college. Sandy was a gift to the previous nerd.
The professor, also, didn’t know that Sandy wanted to be with Fred. He was smart, cute in that nerdy way, and one of the few boys who looked at her eyes when he spoke to her rather than her boobs. Sandy might look like she could pose for a sex mag’s centerfold, but she had brains and ambitions. She planned on being a physician’s assistant. She wanted to work, not flirt. Flirting was for free time, well, flirting and screwing. One had to relieve the tension of hard work somehow. Sandy usually was practical.
When Sandy walked over to him with boobage bouncing, hips sashaying, smile electrifying, he felt doomed. Fred had trepidation at first thinking that Sandy would make his lab performances weak, or that he'd spend part of his time teaching her and the rest treating her like an assistant. He wanted an equal, a true partner. How could the Prof do this to him. Every other guy in the place would have given his right ball to have her. Fred wanted serious, not flirtatious sessions. And Sandy had a rep that cock-teasing was her forte, and cock-pleasing her goal. He soon learned that she was dedicated.
He leaned against the white wall, in pleased amazement, and watched her titrate a nitrate. She had skills he reinforced. But deep in his mind he sensed an energy, a voice that said, she will bring you down. Avoid her. She will sully all that makes you, you. Fred refused to be budge by society to be true to his ambitions and his values. Would she compromise those? That meddling voice said beware.
Fred fought that intrusive thought knowing what he had witnessed in her actions proved she was a good person and would only enhance his goals.
Deep in the Aether, Murmur smacked a bush knowing his salvo had failed to influence Fred.
Class had ended. “Lunch?” Fred asked, adding, as his ear tips reddened. “I meant, are you heading to lunch, not do you want to have lunch with me.” The red spread to his cheeks. “Not that I wouldn’t want to have lunch with you, but…” He dropped off there, knowing he’d only paint himself off a balcony.
She smiled. “Grilled cheese. Like it?”
“Great. My treat.”
“What do you call cheese that isn't yours?”
“Umm… don’t know.
“That’s it, ha?”
“No offense, cute, but not hilarious,” he offered as he walked next to her down the long collegiate hallway that smelled like dust and oldness. Recouping, "That's the greatest joke of all time... if you were in third grade."
She shifted her shoulder pack, smacked him on the head. “Most guys would have pretended it was.”
He shrugged. "I'm unique."
It was then she knew despite his initial shyness, Fred wasn’t a doormat or a push-over.
By the time they got to the cafeteria, they had an easy conversation going. During lab time, they were both all about the experiment. He was confident, exacting yet, open to suggestions and appreciated her meticulous notes. Now, she realized he was just a nice guy under unassuming clothes, freckles and hair that appeared to be styled by a 1950’s barber. Not retro, but a dorky choice.
Lunch became nearly a daily occurrence, and with each encounter, Sandy got to know Fred a little better. He wasn’t the exact type she usually went with. They were often subservient, not because she wanted it, but because they passively wanted into her panties. Why? She was the epitome of the wet dreams shy guys knew. She was that unexpected gift. Why? She didn’t mind them getting into her panties, and learned from those with more experience and taught those with less. She taught more. She was quite affluent in the sex-for-pleasure exchange. Didn’t consider herself slutty for she choose her partners not on looks but temperament, easy-going, not high achieving but decent academically. Was she a dweeb chaser? Yes. Why? They were more interesting and far more appreciative.
She didn’t want serious, and didn’t want steady. Yet, here she was with a near daily lunch date. Most times, they took turns treating. Now and then, she’d surprise him with something special. She liked the cooking shows and would bring one of her experiments. Sometimes, they didn’t always turn out, and he’d eat it anyway.
Sandy figured they were simply friends. They talked about things from movies to books to biking. He liked riding his bike everywhere, and she found herself covering his bike seat when she’d know it would rain. Did she tell him? No. Did he figure it was her? Yes. Did either say anything? No.
She learned he had two sisters, each from different marriages, and that all the parents remarried and got along, somehow. Her Mom and Dad divorced, neither remarried and she was an only child. Sandy admired the congeniality of Fred's pragmatic upbringing. It was innately drama free.
He wanted to be a neonatal specialist. He liked babies and cats. She liked babies and dogs. They both liked mice, and that made them laugh. They laughed a lot. Sandy experienced undiluted joy around him, and never thought to question why they didn’t call what they did, dating. Perhaps, because they both had so much they wanted to achieve, and they wanted the friendship to last and be uncomplicated. Perhaps…?
One day over coffee and croissants, she remarked on a rumor she had heard. Yes, Sandy was known for her boobs, but also for her bluntness. “So, I hear you are a virgin.”
“Going there? Huh?”
“Are you making fun of me, Miss I've Done Doggie?"
“Just answer the question. And remember everyone likes a little ass but no one likes a wiseass.”
“Yes... I... am... a... flaming... virgin.”
"Mewow. I see your claws."
"No midnight bootie callers begging for the dangle of your johnson?"
He looked like he was about to say, huh, but instead cleared his throat. “It’s not that. I get it, even dweebs get laid. I have made a choice, no cunt for Fred.”
She blinked. She knew he could be nearly as blunt as her, but somehow didn’t expect his remark.
“Medical condition?” She winked, "As in Gigantus Dongitus."
He laughed, not hardily but with obvious amusement. “Nothing medical. My size is just fine.”
“Shy about your body?” She looked him over. “It doesn’t look like a horrible body.”
“Horrible? You going there? I bike. I have a decent body.”
“Playing for the other team and can’t find the right guy?”
He shook his head, grinning. “I like team hetero.”
"Sure? You've never tried to cop a feel."
"I'm a nice guy, Sandy Slut bunny."
She flashed her bra. "Proud of it."
“I’m spiritual, but that’s not it.”
She considered, looked at him with encouragement, “You can jump in at any time with the truth.”
“Finished playing Dr. Joan Watson?”
“Spill your metaphoric seed.”
“I want to share that first experience with someone I’ll be able to remember for a life time.”
She stared. “That’s it?”
“Very important to you, huh-huh?”
He smiled. “Yes.”
“Does it have to be love?" she asked.
"No. Just sincere friendship.”
“So what are your plans for the weekend?”
"I'm polishing the family jewels."
Sandy was quite sexually experience, and she intended to show him a weekend that he would remember for a life time. Why had she come to that conclusion? There were so many obvious reasons. She had stopped dating since she spent more time with him, but the truth was very simple. She liked him.
So did they? Three times. And yes, he remembered that first moment forever. What about Sandy's recollection? It was quite meaningful. Why? She shared a physical act with someone she liked, not for her own edification but for a sincere expression of caring.
ANGEL WINGS OF HOPE
Aether - Camael's joy
For truly we are all angels temporarily hiding as humans. ~ Brian L. Weiss
Murmur appeared in a smoldering pillar of fury. “You said, you’re immediate business was not with Fred.”
“It wasn’t,” said Camael.”
“Sandy fucked the breath out of him. Gave him confidence. Turned his world upside down. He intends to run for school counsel. Girls are noticing him big time. Guys are looking at him differently. He will win. He practically dances with joy when he walks. And, Sandy and Fred’s friendship is stronger than ever. Sex didn’t create a single complication like it should have. So, don’t lie to me, you messed with Fred, infused him with joy.”
“No, my friend, my mission was to bring joy to Professor Dributton. That it spread to Sandy and Fred was purely coincidental.”
Murmur reached for a weapon, and then suddenly, abruptly calmed down. “You are shrewd enough to be one of us.”
“I think you meant that as a compliment.”
“I don’t know what I meant, but don’t cross me again.” With that, he was gone, leaving a column of gray smoke that took minutes to evaporate.
“Good timing,” Camael said to the approaching angel.Gavreel tipped its faceplate up. The misty image formed a smile. “I was just passing by
About the Story: The Darkness Within is a fast-paced supernatural thriller involving, kidnapping, romance, gypsies, and supernatural beings. The tale revolves around private detective Brie (Gabriella) Tyler's investigation of several missing young women believed to be runaways. Somehow, it connects to a past she cannot remember. While trying to find his missing niece, Jake Marlo, the owner of prestigious private detective agency, crosses path with Brie. Independent and feisty, Tyler resists Marlo's help and romantic attention. The two collide as heinous henchmen and supernatural forces threaten to destroy their lives.
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