A Twisted Mirror (MF, 20+, vanilla, oral, romantic)

I was sitting on the seawall that ran along this section of the lakeshore. The sky was cloudless. The temperature was in the upper 80’s. A cool breeze came off the lake. The sandy beach stretched about 20 meters between me and the water’s edge. The waves rolled in with a soft, gentle rhythm that would soothe even the most troubled soul. That was the reason I was here.

As of late, my mind was clouded and darkened by thoughts that I tried to keep buried, but rose up from the ground like the undead. This was not doing my depression any good. I know that I shouldn’t think these thoughts, but every so often they manage to slip past and torment me relentlessly until I could find the strength to fight back. I never backdowned from a fight. 

I pulled my ball cap further down to cover my eyes as I stared out across Lake Huron. So many people who never grew up around the Great Lakes are surprised by how large they are when they see them with their own eyes. The term “lake” is actually inadequate and, frankly, wrong. These are not lakes, but inland freshwater seas. Fuck, the largest ships to ply these waters exceed 300 meters, but most are between 180 and 210 meters. This is due to the smallest locks measuring 240 meters long. But there were no Lakers in sight at that moment, although I saw plenty while in Marquette, where I went to college. 

I guess I was feeling sorry for myself, again; a bad habit that I had since elementary school. Fuck, you’d think that the older you got, the easier it would be to forget the past. Unfortunately, I never forgot anything, except any good memories I may have had. Ever since COVID-19 first came to the States and self-isolation became a regular, albeit resented, fact of life, things have changed. 

I thought the wide-spread acceptance and use of smartphones, which were meant to keep us connected to one another, made us become isolated from each other. COVID beat that easily. We were now not just isolated by technology, but physically as well. This was on top of the political divide that threatens to tear our country apart. Just proof that just when you think you hit rock bottom, the floor beneath you collapses, dropping you further down the abyss until you realize that there is no rock bottom. If I sound cynical, it’s only because I am. 

I absentmindedly adjusted my face mask. I just looked down, shaking my head in disbelief. ‘It doesn’t take much to see that the problems of one silly little person doesn’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world,’ I thought to myself, paraphrasing a quote from “Casablanca.” “Fuck,” I said quietly to myself. 

“Excuse me, but is there something wrong,” a British voice said. 

I looked up to see a beautiful raven-haired lady standing next to me. “Huh? What,” I asked, confused.

“Well, I just saw you here with your head bowed as if there was some kind of problem.”

“Well, to be perfectly honest, yeah, sort of.”

“So what could be so horrible as to make someone as handsome as you look so troubled.” I chuckled slightly. “Did I say something funny, dear” her voice sounded confused.

“No, not really. It’s just that I don’t think of myself as ‘handsome’,” I replied. 

“What a terrible thing to say and entirely wrong.”

I looked at her doubtfully. “Maybe, but that doesn’t mean it’s a lie, either.”

She shook her head. “Why do the good-looking ones always seem to have the biggest insecurities?” I simply shrugged my shoulders. “Trust me, love, you are very handsome, more so than you realize. But tell me why you think you are not handsome. What makes you think that way?”

“I’d tell you if it didn’t sound like I was hosting my own private pity party, which I probably am.”

She sat next to me. “Try me.”

I exhaled loudly. “Suffice it to say that I never thought any other way my entire life.”

“Okay, but you still have not answered my question.”

‘Oh, Christ, there’s no way in Hell I’m going to get out of this,’ I thought. “Do you want the Reader’s Digest version, or the ‘War and Peace’ one?”

“I want to hear the ‘War and Peace version.”

‘FUCK!’ I sighed, “truth is, I really don’t want to think about it. It’s just too painful.”

“Okay, dear, tell you what. I know a simple way I can lift your spirits, but only if you agree to tell me everything. If I can’t make you change your mind, then I’ll buy you dinner; anything you desire.”

I looked into her gray eyes. “Deal.”

“Excellent. Now come along. Time waits for no man, as they say.” I stood up and offered her my arm. “My, there are gentlemen in this country.”

“I don’t know if I’d call myself a gentleman, but I was taught to treat a woman as a queen, even if she isn’t.”

“My, colour me impressed.” I simply smiled. “Well, off we go,” she said, taking my arm and the lead. 

I studied her from the corner of my eye, trying to be discreet as possible. She stood about 165 cm with a shapely, 44 kg figure. She wore a knee length wine wrapped dress that was flared at the bottom. A heart-shaped ruby pendant rested just above the cleavage of her B-cup breasts from a slender box chain necklace. A pair of matching ruby heart-shaped earrings accented her ears. Her shapely legs were wrapped with sheer black stockings, and wore black, mid-heel shoes. Her eyes were a bright silver gray that looked like a pair of freshly minted dimes. 

“Excuse me, but what is your name,” I asked. 

“Oh, how rude of me. My name is Emily. Emily Rogers. And what is your name, dear?”

“Mike Thompson.”

“Well, Michael, may I call you Michael?”

“You may.”

“Well, Michael, it is delightful to meet you.”

“Nice meeting you, too.”

“Oh, you Yanks and your casual speaking,” she giggled. “It is so endearing. So do tell me what is bothering you, even just a tiny bit.”

I swallowed uneasily. “It goes all the way back to elementary school.”

“Alright, so this is a long-term problem.”

“Yeah,” I replied somberly. “Anyways, it has to do with the girls in school. They just never seemed to like me.”

“That is not terribly uncommon at that age. I’m sure it was not intentional.”

“I’m not so sure.”

“Why?”

“I could hear them whispering to each other when I walked past. I could occasionally catch a word or two. Words like ‘funny’, ‘strange’, ‘odd’, ‘quiet’, things like that.”

“Those could have different meanings depending on the connotation.”

“How so?”

“For example, let us take the word ‘funny’. If they said, ‘he’s a very funny guy’, that would be different than, ‘he talks funny’. Do you catch my meaning?”

“Yeah, I suppose so.”

“Now, let us address your paranoia, shall we. Simply because they are whispering to one another as you walk by does not necessarily mean that they are talking about you. They may be sharing a secret, and you walking past is simply coincidental. Unless you heard everything that was said, you can not know what the topic was.”

“I hadn’t thought of it that way.”

“There, you see? Even if they were talking about you, that does not instantly make it malicious. They were just as likely talking about your good qualities. We women can be quite complex; perhaps unjustly so. Never assume to know what a woman is thinking, unless you know her quite well.

“Well, we have arrived.”

I looked across the street. “An ice cream parlor?”

“Do not be so quick to judge. An ice cream parlour can be quite therapeutic. Follow me, dear.”

We entered the door, and she took command. 

“What would you like,” the teen behind the cases asked.

“Yes, I would like two strawberry milk shakes in the largest size you have available, please.”

“Two large strawberry shakes coming up.”

Meanwhile, I found a small table for us with two padded bar stools, and sat down. 

Emily returned with the milk shakes. “There is nothing better to lift one’s spirits on a summer’s day than a strawberry milkshake. Cheers!” She held up her drink. 

“Cheers,” I replied, touching the tops of our paper cups together. I removed my face mask and took a sip from the straw. The shake was creamy, smooth, cold, and, most importantly, delicious. 

We sat looking at each other when I realized how relaxed I felt. I looked at her face and took note of something that, although obvious, I hadn’t noticed before. Her raven black hair was parted on the left side, and the right side descended over the right side of her face in waves. It gave her a beautiful, seductive, somewhat mysterious, come-hither look. I could feel my heart sink. Surely, a woman this beautiful was already taken. 

“There, you see? You look much more comfortable and relaxed. And I was correct. You have a very handsome face.” She gently rapped the table with her knuckles. “I knew it. I am almost never wrong on things such as this.” She smiled, and her eyes sparkled playfully. “Now, tell me more.”

“There was this girl in kindergarten that I had a crush on.”

“Now we are getting to the meat of things. Was she beautiful?”

“To me she was. She had raven black hair, soft blue eyes, and she always dressed nicely. Actually, I knew her before kindergarten; she lived just two houses from mine. We became friends and spent a lot of time together. My father built a treehouse in the backyard. We spent a lot of time up there playing games, watching the birds, telling jokes.”

“Do you remember her name?”

“Yes, it was Samantha. Samantha Harris.”

“Sounds like young love.”

“One day, the two of us were in the treehouse, when it started to rain. Since we didn’t want to get wet, we just stayed there. After a while, it got boring and I was about ready to take a nap when Samantha had an idea. She said that she would show me hers if I showed her mine. I just shrugged and said, ‘okay,’ and we did.”

“Oh, a quick one, I see.” A sly smile graced Smile lips. 

“It was all innocent and we never said anything about it. It just seemed natural,” I said, holding up my hands.

“Well, love, that is a very common game when you are that young. It is almost like a rite of passage.

“I didn’t know what I was seeing, or realize the significance of it at the time. I don’t think she did, either. She asked me if she could touch it and I agreed. She then said that I could touch hers. Again, purely innocent. After that, we never mentioned it again or told anybody. It just wasn’t that big of a deal to us.”

“Well, it was a bigger deal, as you say, then you probably realized. You took the first step towards becoming an adult. I know, I know, it sounds like I am off my rocker, but everything has to begin somewhere and at some time. For both of you, that was the right place at the right time.” 

By that time we had finished our drinks. “Okay, then. Let us go to my flat and see what we can do to change your perception of yourself. Come along.” I followed her outside and down the street. 

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“Here we are,” she said as we entered her apartment. “Please have a seat, love, while I brew us a nice cuppa. Do you have a particular favorite?”

“Earl Grey,” I answered. 

“Excellent choice. I enjoy a nice cuppa Earl Grey myself. So, in that case, let me put the kettle on and brew a pot for us.” She went into the kitchenette area and filled her tea kettle with water. “Tell me, whatever became of her?”

“She died,” I said matter-of-factly.

“Oh, I am so sorry, love. I did not intend to dig up such a tragic memory.”

“It’s okay. It was a long time ago.”

“If you do not mind my asking, what did she die from?”

“She had leukemia.”

“How terrible. Poor poppet”

“She was receiving chemotherapy, radiation treatment, and bone marrow transplant. She was doing fine for years, but soon it got worse. She spent a lot of time in the hospital by then. I used to go visit her every day to cheer her up. She lost all her hair, and she kept getting thinner and thinner every week. Then one day I went to see her and the nurse that was taking care of her told me that Samantha was no longer there. I didn’t understand what she meant at the time, so I went to her house. Her mom opened the door and she was crying. I asked what was wrong, and she said that Samantha passed away overnight. I ran home to my bedroom and cried my eyes out. My mom came into the room and held me in her arms. She didn’t say anything; she just hugged me.”

“Oh, how tragic for you. You must have liked her very much to have visited her so often. I would even go so far as to say loved.” I saw some tears rolling down her cheeks. “I am sure she appreciated it very much. You were a true friend to her.”

She came over to me and hugged me. I began to cry when she embraced me. I hadn’t thought about that day in years. I couldn’t; I couldn’t go through that memory, that pain, again. Especially not now, not with what I knew the future held for me. 

“There, there, love. That’s right; have yourself a good little cry.” I was barely aware of her body pressed to mine. The only thing I knew was the warmth, the softness, and the smell of lavender and lilacs. I felt the pain from the memory go down and finally disappear. “Thank you,” was the only thing I could mutter. 

“Feeling better, dear?”

I nodded my head. “Yeah, a little. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break down like that.”

“Do not give it a thought, love.” She went back to the kitchenette area. “So, what else? I know that that can not be the only thing.”

I sat down on the sofa. “You’re right.” I sighed, trying to muster up the courage to face the next demon. “What I’m about to tell you I only told my therapist about. It was during my freshman year in high school. I was 13 at the time. It happened during the last class of the day, which was Algebra I. I was sitting in the first seat of the row closest to the door. There was a girl who sat behind me named Debbie. One day, before class, Debbie lean over and whispered in my ear, ‘I want to fuck your brains out’.”

“That little trollop! I am sorry, but saying something like that to another person is completely out of line. What did you do?”

“I felt a chill go down my spine like an electric current. I was so stunned that I didn’t know what to do. When I got my senses back, I felt a combination of arousal and shame. I remember feeling dirty afterwards. This kept up for a few days. It got so bad that I tried to kill myself; I chickened out in the end, but I still didn’t know what to do.”

“Well, I hope that you reported her to the headmaster.”

“That’s the thing; I couldn’t tell anyone. Not the principal, not the school counselor, not even my parents. I knew that if I said anything to anyone, word would get out and the next four years of high school would be a whole new kind of Hell for me; I might as well paint a target on my back. As it was, there was a guy in the same row who came up to me before class and said something to me. He told me that if I jerked off first that I would last longer, and shit like that. It wasn’t helping the situation.”

“Now, wait a moment. If he said that, perhaps her statement had some merit.”

“What do you mean?”

“Stay with me. Perhaps her intention was in ernest. Suppose, for a moment, that she truly did want to have sex with you, but was either too nervous to ask you directly, or she wasn’t sure how to approach you.”

“Let’s say that she really wanted to have sex with me, she could have used a better choice of words.”

“Oh, I absolutely agree with you, but, I am assuming she was also 13 at the time, maybe she just said the first thing that came to mind. Tell me, did she show any prior interest in you?”

“No, not that I know. The irony of it was that if she had only just asked me nicely, politely, like a civilized person, I might have said, ‘yes’. As it was, she blew her one chance.”

“Ah, I see. So you found her attractive, I take it. So that perhaps her asking you, even if was a but crude, was fine with some sincerity. That could be a possibility, right?”

“I guess so. That doesn’t change the fact she didn’t show me even a modicum of respect. And why would I want to have sex with someone who had no respect for me?”

“Good point. That happens far too often to women from men. But you are right; you should not associate with someone who has no respect for you. It’s that all?”

“Unfortunately, no. Similar thing happened in tenth grade. Then there was this woman at this house just four houses away from mine who would say something every day when I walked past. It got so bad that I would go so far as to go across the street first, or go in the other direction and walk down the other block. Then there were two girls in another classed that told me that they wanted to both fuck me at the same time. Then there was this woman in college who handcuffed herself to the door handle of my dorm room, saying that she wanted me to fuck her.”

“Hmmmmm, since all these women basically said the thing to you, perhaps they were truly interested in you.”

I sat quietly, mulling over in my mind the things she just said. I shook my head. “I don’t know. I just don’t know.”

“Tell me, why did you automatically assume the worst?”

“Probably because I’m a cynic.”

“Oh, Michael, dear. I believe that may be the source of your problems.” She set down a tray with the teapot, two teacups, sugar, cream, and two spoons. ” Sugar or cream?”

“Two sugars, thank you.” 

She added two spoonfuls of sugar to a teacup, stirred it, and handed it to me. “Now, are there any more skeletons in your closet we need to address?”

I took a sip of tea and looked down at the floor. “Yes, there is.”

“Tell me.”

“First, I have Stage 3 cirrhosis of the liver.”

“Oh, dear, I am sorry. What was….”

“I got it as a side effect of hemochromatosis,” I interrupted her. “It’s a genetic disorder where my body retains too much iron.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Second, I’m currently having a problem that’s a rather personal matter.”

“A personal matter? I am sorry, but I do not follow.”

“It’s a rather……intimate issue.”

“Ah, I see. So what, exactly is this ‘intimate issue’ to which you are referring.”

I looked at her before I hung my head again. “I’m having a problem getting an……” I was feeling very uneasy at this point, “erection,” I whisper. 

“Pardon, but did you just say ‘an erection’?” I nodded my head. “Oh, love, that must be very embarrassing.”

‘You have no idea,’ I thought. “My biggest fear is that this may become permanent.” I started to cry. 

“Wait here, dear.” She got up and walked into the other room. She returned a few moments later. “I do believe you need this far more than I.” She handed me a lighter and a joint. I looked up at her. “It is okay. Take it.”

I took the items from her, held the joint between my lips, and lit it. I inhaled deeply and held it to a few seconds before exhaling. I passed it back to her. 

We finished the joint, and I was feeling much more relaxed. “Okay, love, stand up.” She guided me to a full length mirror. “Now, let us begin the lesson, shall we. Take a look at yourself in the mirror.” I did so. “Now, stand straight and tall, roll your shoulders back, and allow your arms to hang naturally and relaxed.” I followed her instructions. “There, that is better. Now you look like someone with confidence. Lift your chin slightly. There, like that. That is better. Now, how do you feel?”

“Better.”

“Okay, now undress.”

“What?”

“Just trust me. Now, off with them.” I sighed, did as she asked until I was down to my boxers. “Cute knickers. Now, take them off.” 

My head snapped to look at her. “What!?”

“Chop, chop. Do it.” I sighed, and eased them over my hips, letting them fall to the floor, while I crossed my hands over my junk. “Now, now, do not be shy.” I allowed my arms to hang by my sides.

“Now, let us examine every inch of you. First, your face. You have a nice, strong chin.” She said, rubbing her fingers along the edge. “You would be surprised how many women are attracted to a man with a strong chin.”

She then ran her hands over my shoulders. “And look at these strong, muscular shoulders. A sure fire way to keep a woman’s attention.” Her hands slowly made their way down my arms. “Nice, powerful arms. Now these will catch the eyes of a woman.” I could hear her softly purr. “Such a broad, muscular chest,” she said as her hands lingered there, slowly stroking it. Her hands slowly eased their way along my stomach. “These abdominals are just soooo delightful.” I could feel her pressing her body against my back, and my arousal increasing.

She then reached down and cupped my dick and balls with her warm, soft hand. Her breathing was getting heavier, deeper, and faster. I closed my eyes and savored the pleasure and tenderness of her hand fondling my equipment. “Oh, Michael,” she whispered in my ear in a low, husky, sexy voice. “I am afraid that I may just be losing control.” 

She continued her manipulation of my package. Her breathing turned into a staccato: heavy, hot, and passionate. “Michael, dear, I want you. I want you so badly. I want to feel your bare skin against mine. I want to feel you inside me.” She turned me around. “Undress me.”

I turned towards her. My hands instinctively reached for the knot that held her dress closed and undid it, allowing it to open just slightly. I then ran my hands along her waist, embracing her, pulling her body against mine. Our lips met in a hot, wet, passionate kiss. Her hand, which never left its hold of me, started to rub up and down. I kissed her even deeper. I want her. I wanted her right then and there.

However, she rolled her shoulders back, letting the dress slide off her back and shoulders onto the floor. She looked at me with bedroom eyes, and led me to her chamber. She turned and posed, wanting me to savor her body. She wore a black lace set of lingerie: a low cut bra, a high waist garter belt, and a pair of thongs. She turned to show me her ass before facing me again. 

She stepped forward and rubbed her hand on my shaved pubic area. “Mmmmmmm, nice and smooth. Good to see a man who takes care of himself. Not to mention that the ladies just love their men shaved like this.” She knelt down before me. “And, my, what a big boy you are, too. You look to be about 20 cm when fully aroused. No lady would pass that down.” She leaned forward and kissed my rod. She took my balls into her mouth and sucked them gently. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she hummed, sending electric jolts through them. 

I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of her wet, warm mouth around my nuts. I reached down and ran my fingers through her hair as she took my semi-flaccid johnson in her mouth. The pleasure was intense. I moaned as my breath became heavier. I could feel myself getting harder. She bobbed her head and continued her humming, sending shivers throughout my body. 

Then she started to make her way upward, kissing my now sensitive skin along the way. Once she reached my chest, she began to suck on one of my nipples. The sensation was too intense for me. A scream passed my lips. 

She stood up in front of me. “Now, we can not have the neighbors hear what we are doing, right, love? Wait just a moment.” She walked over to her nightstand, and pulled something out of the drawer before returning. “Now, this should keep things quiet. Naturally, I was hoping that you would use this on me, but time enough for that later, dear.” She put the ball gag in my mouth and fastened the straps firmly behind my head. She returned to torturing me with her tongue on my highly sensitive nipples. I screamed through the gag with every touch. I bit down as hard as I could. One hand reached down and was stroking my cock while her other hand pinched the other nipple. I threw my head back, tightly closing my eyes, and bit down on the gag with everything I had. 

My knees began to quake. I really wanted her. I needed her. I held her face between my hands, lifted her head up, and kissed her kiss, deeply, passionately. I reached behind my head and undid the gag. “My turn,”  I said in a low voice. 

I embraced her in my arms; my right arm was across her shoulder blades, and my left around her waist, my hand resting on the small of her back. Without breaking my kiss, I eased my hand to the clasp of her bra, slid my forefinger behind it, and with a snap of my fingers, undid her bra. She purred as her breasts were set free from their restraints. I held her tight against my body, feeling her body melt into mine. Her arms slipped under mine and reached back and up to my shoulders. We stood there, embraced with one another for what seemed like hours. 

I eased the bra straps off her shoulders and down her arms. My eyes soaked in her firm, perky B-cup breasts, the nipples poking out, begging to be sucked. I bent down and flicked one of her nipples with my tongue, causing her to quiver and moan. I took the nipple between my lips, holding it as tightly as possible, pulling it until it popped out. I repeated this a few times, the nipples becoming erect. I took her breast into my mouth, licking and sucking on it. Her moaning became deep and throaty. I switched and repeated the same process on the twin. 

I kissed between her breasts and made my way down her stomach until I was kneeling before her, eyes level with her panties. I slid them over her hips and allowed them to fall to the floor. Her pubic area was shaved with the exception of a landing strip that ended just above her clitoral hood. I inhaled the heady, musky aroma of her box. I planted kisses on the shaved area, working my way down to her clitoral hood. With my fingers, I parted the labia, exposing her nub. I flicked it with my tongue. Her moaning became short and sharp, trusting her hips towards me. Her clit swelled, looking out under the hood. I rolled my tongue around it, and stroked it up and down. 

“Uh, uh, uhh, uhhh, uhhhh,” she grunted. “Oh, God, Michael, that feels…..uh, uhh, uhhhh, so good. Uh, uh, uhh. Oh, fuck, yes. Keep going, just like that.” Her voice was low and husky. I ran a finger along the slit, feeling her hot, moist nether lips, causing her to purr. I then eased my finger into her honey pot. Her vaginal muscles constructed around the digit before relaxing again. I slipped a second finger inside her, sliding both up and down, finger fucking her. I could sense her stomach muscles tensing. Her hips rocked back and forth, grinding against my hand. 

“Oh, God, love, you are so good, so fucking good. Finger fuck my cunt.” I kept at it, her breathing becoming increasingly heavier and faster, her moans louder. “Oh, fuck. I think I’m going to……” A squeal left her mouth as the first orgasm shook her body. “Oh, Michael, take me. Make love to me. Fuck me until I can not see straight.”

I guided her to the bed, easing her to the mattress, leaving her ass at the edge of the bed. I kneeled down and continued my oral assault on her sex. Soon her body quaked with a second orgasm. “Oh, fuck, Michael. Stick it in me. Stick cock up my tight twat and fuck me, please.” 

I stood up and pressed my penis against her snatch, rubbing the tip up and down before gliding my tool inside her fuckhole. My hips were slowly grinding my pelvis against hers, shallowly pumping in and out. “Michael, your dick feels so good inside me.” Her hips rose and lowered in rhythm with mine. I could feel her muscles gripping my prick, making her hole even tighter. I slowly picked up the speed until I was pounding my cock in and out of her. Her voice was nothing but a staccato of grunts. The sound of the flesh slapping filled the room. I could feel that I was close to ejaculating inside her, so I eased off and started to rotate my hips into circles. The sensation subsided. 

I climbed on the bed and rolled her over. Instinctively, she bent and spread her knees, lifting her posterior up, and pressed her upper torso down. I shoved my cock back into her pussy, grabbed her hips, and slowly eased in and out. As my pace slowly increased, so did her grunts. I leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of her head and pulled it back. “Ahhh, yes, like that. Take me, Michael. Take me and make me your little slut.” Soon, I was pounding her ass as fast and as hard as I could. “Slap my arse.” I took an open hand and smacked her ass cheek. “Harder, Michael, spank me harder.” I raised my hand again, slapping her butt harder this time. “Harder, love, harder.” I complied. Each time she told me to do it harder until her buttocks were bright red.

By now, I could feel the build up in my balls. “I’m going to cum, baby. Where do you want it?”

“My mouth. I want it in my mouth. I want to taste you.”

Once I got close to the climax, I rolled her on her back and knelt over her chest, jerking my dick before aiming towards her open, eager mouth. Instead, she took my prick in her mouth just as I shot my jazz inside. My hips began to trust deeply and sharply while she sucked my cock dry. “Mmmmmm, I love the taste of your cum, dear.” I moved to the side before collapsing on the bed. “Come here, love. Rest your head between my tits.” She wrapped her arms around me, stroking my hair. “You are, without doubt, the best lover I ever had.” She kissed the top of my head as I fell asleep. 

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When I woke up, I found myself alone in bed. I could hear Emily in the kitchenette. I looked for my clothes and found them neatly folded on the dresser. I got dressed and walked to the living room. 

“Hello, love,” Emily said in a bright, cheerful voice. “Care for some pizza? It just arrived a few minutes ago.”

“Sure, I’m starving,” I replied. 

“I am sure you are, after your performance earlier, which was fantastic, by the way.” She looked at me with a smile and a twinkle in her eye. “Here you go. Enjoy.”

She handed me a plate with two rather large slices of pepperoni pizza. I picked one up and bit into it. I’m not sure if it was the pizza itself, the fact I was hungry, or that I just fucked the most beautiful woman I ever met, but that pizza tasted damn good. Both pieces quickly disappeared. 

“My, you do have quite an appetite. Care for another?”

“Yes, please.” She handed me another slice, which was gone almost as fast as the previous two.”

“Feeling better, are we?”

I looked at her and couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

“See? I helped you change your attitude. Now, you are not going to disappoint me and slip back into your old self, are you?”

“No, ma’am. I think I can see my way through now. Thank you.”

“Oh, think nothing of it, love. My pleasure, I can assure you,” she said with a winked then giggled. I followed suit. 

I took a look at the clock on the end table. “Well, looks like I should be going. Thank you, again, for your help, and thank you for the pizza. It was delicious.”

“Right, now. You take good care of yourself Michael, got it,” she asked before kissing my cheek. 

“Yes, and you do the same, Emily. Bye.”

“Cheerio, love.”

I walked out the door and turned to look at the apartment number: 203. I descended the stairs and made my way home. 

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EPILOGUE

I found myself at the same spot at the shore of Lake Huron two years exactly, to the day, when I first met Emily. Only the sky today was gray and gloomy. There was a light drizzle. The temperature was in the low 70s. The lake was a slate gray and choppy. 

I had my liver transplant operation 18 months ago. My libido returned, and I had the phone numbers of three women I met in the last 6 months. I was now taking much better care of myself, mainly because of the immunosuppressants I was taking, and would continue to do so for the rest of my life. 

I started eating healthier, little to no red meat and no pork; chicken, seafood, and vegetarian dishes comprised must of my meals. I was also dressing better. I threw out my old wardrobe and started a new one with custom made suits, jackets, pants and shoes, among other items, from a company based in China that I found on the internet. 

I walked towards the apartment building where I made love to Emily. I climbed the stairs and found the apartment: 203. I knocked on the door and waited. The door opened, but the woman on the other side wasn’t Emily. “Who are you,” she asked. “What do you want?”

“Excuse me, ma’am, but I was looking for an old friend who lived in this apartment two years ago?”

“That’s impossible. I’ve been living here for the past 7 years. Are you sure you got the right apartment?”

“I’m positive. It was this building, apartment 20….” I paused. I realized what she just said and my mind traced trying to figure out what was going on. “Ah, sorry for bothering you. Have a nice day.” I went back outside and looked around. Everything looked exactly the same as it did two years ago. ‘What the fuck just happened,’ I thought. ‘What the fuck is going on?’

Not knowing what else to do, I walked over to the library. Once inside, I asked to use one of their computers. They checked my library card and told me to take any one that was available. I chose a computer and sat down. I pulled up a search engine site and typed, “Emily Rogers.” I got a list of results. I looked at the brief description and chose one that looked promising. I read the web page. 

“LONDON – Tragedy struck Queen Mary University of London yesterday. A resident of the residential building, one Ms Emily Rogers, plummeted to her death from her top floor balcony onto the parking area below. Ms Rogers, a 28 year old graduate student studying Psychological Therapies, was said to be bright, friendly, intelligent, and capable student by faculty members, but classmates that knew her said that she had depression with suicidal ideology, body image issues, and low self-esteem.”

I sat back, shocked, as if the air was sucked out of my  body. I read the article further, which contained a picture of the victim. When I saw it, my blood ran cold. It was her. It was Emily Rogers, the woman I met two years ago. She had the same hairstyle, same eyes, even the same dress. The caption read: “Emily Rogers, two hours before her death.” I read the date of the article: 26 June 2022. I became numb, as if part of me separated itself from my body. Today was June 26, 2024; two years ago. I closed the browser and walked outside in a daze. When I got to the spot on the seawall where I first met her, I sat down and cried. 

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