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.
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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?”
“Umm, yes.”
“Great. My treat.”
“Huh?”
“What do you call cheese that isn't yours?”
“Umm… don’t know.
“Nacho Cheese!”
“Ha!”
“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?”
“Curious."
“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.”
“No takers?”
"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."
"Nice pillows."
“Religious thing?”
“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?”
“Yup.”
“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."
"I'll
help."
"Ok!"
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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