LiTTLE CHERiNE Book 01 - post120

...my work will no longer carry my signature, just the name of the company. My fans will recognise my work anyway and the change is bound to intrigue them, causing a lot of talk.

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When I had insisted Petsas does not reveal my name or address, I had done so, depending on his ambitions forcing him to break my conditions. He did not disappoint me, Petsas made announcements to the press, not exactly disclosing my identity, but promising them interviews with me after the display of my powers. As momentum gathered, assisted by Themi, who ensured all the well known names in the field would be there, Petsas got bolder and even invited the public to watch. Television stations needed to set up cables and stands so they were obliged to announce the site, the exact part of the beach from where the world would be astounded by the first true display of paranormal power, as discovered by Petsas. His name became the best known name in Greece, even achieving a certain celebrity status in countries on the other side of the world.

This was wine to him of the most intoxicating kind and enabled me to get another seven and a half thousand out of him, making it a total of twenty five thousand dollars I now held for his previous victims.

I was looking forward to an evening relaxing with all my girls at my side when Dommi asked to spend the night at her parents, with the babies. I readily agreed. They had taken this whole thing very well and I felt they deserved the company of my three precious girls.

Then the other three came and asked if they could spend the night with Alki and Marian as they want to take them out. Of course I agreed, but asked Cherine to stay behind a moment. Soon as they were gone I turned on her.

“Okay. No evasions. Just tell me the truth. I know you too well, there is no way you would leave me alone. What are you planning.”

“Please Robert? ‘Private sign’?”

“All I need to know is this, will you be around?”

This shook her. “Robert my love. Are you okay?”

“Because I want you around? I don’t know, just that I have not been totally alone since…well, I don’t like it.”

“Wouldn’t you then prefer to have Wendy or Diana?”

“Are you pulling my leg? No baby, it is you I need to have close to me right now.”

Her eyes filled with tears and she disappeared. While I waited, I went for a shower and shave.

There was a knock on the door and I was startled to see Meli. “Why didn’t you ‘jump’ here as the others do?”

“Because tonight I wanted you to open the door to welcome me here.”

“Since you live in my heart how could you ever not be welcome.”

I pulled her to me, kissed her and shut the door behind her. She kept hold of my hand and pulled at me, leading me to the back garden. I raised an eyebrow in question.

“Tonight is a special night. A performance just for you and me. Come.”

We sat on the swing sofa and she cuddled up to me as tiny lights began to dart about. Wherever they touched the ground or lawn, plants grew swiftly and blossomed with the most colourful and exotic flowers. The scents came to us on the slight breeze and it was as if I have a slice of heaven in my backyard.

The pricks of light grew slightly and I saw that they were tiny fairies. A music grew, happy and with a tempo ideal for the fairies as they began to dance for us.

This was the stuff of dreams, the dreams only an innocent child could want to bring to life, but only the greatest of talents could create. They were of dreams that called to the child I once was. The music, simple though it was, danced through my mind and filled me with unearthly wistful yearnings. The music grew in depth and emotions, playing through me, my mind suddenly seeing a story in the dancing. Entranced I allowed myself to sink into this moment of magic, my sweet dream girl tightly held to me.

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Now and then a fairy would, as part of its dance, come close enough for me to see its face and I saw the faces of all my girls, my babies included. The one I did not know I realised was Samantha. I was too far lost in my wonder, in my enchantment, to even question her presence.

A lifetime later when the music, the dancers and the magical garden began to fade, I felt it had but lasted an instant and my heart cried out for them to return. Soft warm lips touched mine and stilled the cry.

As I held her in my arms and we kissed, my lips searching their way over her eyes, to every soft contour, I heard the music return and it was a song of love that is so pure only a baby could have loved that way. It was a love so deep and strong only a woman could have loved like this. It was a song of a love that is eternal, from before birth, through life and to after death. It was a love of every day, of every night and of those moments of dreams. It was a song of the love of my sweet dream girl, of my Meli so warm in my arms and heart.

Even after the song had faded, it lived within me and no words could be spoken. It followed on in the softness of kisses, in the magical soft warm skin and the breath and heartbeat of my Meli. I had been bound in a spell and the spell was the love in the heart of Meli. I knew that for however long I live with Meli, this moment of my Meli, this will last forever. This is the moment of perfection and such moments are made to shine on eternally. The dream quality that is of my Meli will have its own special place in my heart for all of time.

How that moment was transformed, how we found ourselves on the bed as I undressed her and my lips gave their tribute of adoration I do not remember. It just seemed to flow, our love a torrent that carried us within its own current.

This was not a night of technique, of calculating how to maximise the sensations for her. This was a dream where my lips found each perfect shape, where my hands were eyes that saw the beauty and sent it directly to my heart. The feel of her against my body, her shape following its own blind course over me, bringing to life every inch, softly igniting the flames till they were consuming me without the need for me to find release, just to carry on forever. I felt her own trance-like emotions that were building so that we became as one in our bodies and our hearts.

Some distant part of me knew that Cherine was feeding us with each others emotions, but it was difficult to tell where hers ended and mine began. We melded, our feelings and senses as one, without having been one physically, for that time belongs to the future, then reaching that moment when love reaches its pinnacle of passion. A deep happiness reached out from deep within me. As she shared her lips and breath with me, her eyes grew heavy and she curled up in my arms and fell asleep, leaving me to ache with the beauty of her.

The magic of that night did not end there, not that I think it will ever end. Whenever I’d doze off I would stir out of my sleep to feeling, as in a dream, her body like a flame that never burnt and yet consumed me in a continuing passion. I honestly do not know how many times we actually loved and how many times it was a dream, if any distinction can be made. Sometimes I think she just came into my mind and made love to me there. I know that I did and it was a sweetness my body had never known before.

In the early hours of the morning, when my girls returned to my side, they were but extensions of our dream, warming us as they held tightly to us and let their hearts and bodies flow onto ours.

I had great difficulty in adjusting to the practical side of that day. The need to change my appearance was anathema. Even after we had risen and made breakfast, my eyes were glued to hers, as, softly my heart had spoken to all the girls, thanking them for the conspiracy and for the most magical night of my life.

They pulled me back to our bed and though the pleasures of their tender bodies were of a more earthly kind, that day became a gentle extension of the previous night. My babies were with, though Sam did not appear and I felt the emptiness of where she should be.

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I was a bit uncomfortable when I first met Alki to give him the last work I had done. He took it with a grave expression and did not say a damn thing, just waiting for me to say something. I know the psychology behind that, but it still worked. I got very uncomfortable, but was determined to force him to speak first. Everyone was silent, sensing our contest of wills. He finally sighed.

“You are a stubborn…” he looked around at the room full of girls, “well, I want to know, when are you going to make an honest woman of my baby.” He did not get the reaction he expected. His choice of words had the whole room in fits of laughter, including Marian and Meli (who thankfully had changed herself before coming over, to an eighteen year old).

The laughter helped me regain my sense of humour. “You know how it is Alki. You only have one wife to consult, I have four. That could take forever. Then I still have to ask your daughter whether she wants to marry us. Maybe she was only looking for a fling. One night and ‘bye bye Robert’.” I stopped, a thought having occurred. “Can anyone advise me? Am I also expected to marry my own daughters while they are babies? Can they wait a bit longer?”

Alki did not respond. No one did. They all just stared at me. Whether it was shock, which may have been a small part of it, or just that they did not know, was not helpful. As I should have expected Tina and Rosie changed themselves into ten year olds and, oblivious of the fact that they were totally starkers, they walked up to me. Rosie had her hands on her hips, a mock aggressiveness in her stance, but Tina just put her hands in mine and asked, “Will you ask us please?”

“Ask you what love. If I should or ask you to marry us?”

“The second one would be nicer.”

I found that something inside me had changed. There was an inevitability to the whole scenario and I did not even protest. “Would you marry us?”

“No. Not now, thank you.”

Suddenly I was embarrassed, the little minx had made me walk straight into that one. Rosie was the first to relent.

“Daddy, you still have to ask Meli. We also want to wait for Sam. She would be hurt if she is left out.”

I turned to look at Alki and saw he had closed his eyes and was just shaking his head.

Marian intervened, “Alki love, stop doing that. You are only going to make them feel bad. We all knew this was going to happen, though I did not expect it to happen so fast. Robert had warned us from before. He never lied to us or pretended it would be otherwise.”

I could sense it was more than he could cope with. “But they are all babies. Marian they are even talking about a baby that is not born yet.”

“I know love.” Her hand covered his, rubbing it. “Sometime we will also have to change, or else Robert is going to end up marrying all our babies.”

I decided to throw some fuel into the fire. “If they are anything like Meli, it would be an honour and a pleasure.”

“Nai, a pleasure I am damn sure!!” He glowered at me. “No more. Basta! You hear me? You stay away from our babies.”

“Jesus! Don’t get angry Alki. I did not know how I was to handle the four I had and now it is eight. You think I want more? Please, you keep yours and you make them happy.” This touched a raw nerve, the subject still taboo. He has a fight to win against his own prejudices, but I could see Marian was going to make damn sure he won it.

“So, when can I expect your next work to be ready. We have clients who are beginning to moan.”

“With the shit hitting the fan in a few days, I will have to stay in hiding for a couple of months.” I tried to grin. “I guess you’ll get a lot of work out of me. I must also build up a nest egg, as who knows what else the future will bring.”

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I hope you enjoy reading this story of fantasy, adventure and love. Yes, most of all, always of empathy and love.

* posted 1st May, 2018