Would you honor us

with your presence?

For tonight's focus -

deceit, intrigue,

mystery or just

dancing and masques...

.....

"You say you found this in our mailbox? No postage. You don't find that strange? It means that someone was on our property."

"What I find strange is your tone. Especially since, when we first moved in five years ago, I was the one asking for a security alarm system. While you think about that little tidbit also think about what you're wearing tonight."

.....

Philip and Pamela approach the double doors. These would be incredibly tall were it not for the size of the house. It resembles a gothic cathedral except for the modern elements. It surprises the couple that there is electricity. The cars being driven by staff to the garage at the back of the main structure seem out of place, as if intruding.

"What did you say these people do for a living? And how exactly do you know them?"

"As far as I know, no one knows them. The word around the neighborhood is that these people basically keep to themselves. It's the husband and wife and the twins, a son and daughter, both high school age. Although, they may be home-schooled. None of the neighbors' children have ever seen them in any of their classrooms."

"This is starting to sound like the beginning of a bad vampire film."

"I'm too curious not to come. Where is your sense of intrigue?"

"I'll let you deal with the intrigue. Just point me to the food. With a mansion like this, the spread better be top notch. I hope our host isn't a crashing bore."

"I keep forgetting I married a caveman."

At the door, Philip looks into the eyes of what he suspects is an Indian woman. Her costume is teal with gold trimming. It flows in the breeze. Her vale gives nothing away, forcing Philip to stare at the hazel eyes. She hands him his mask. This is a white face with features depicting fear. It would be frightening were it not for the orchestra's selection lightening the mood.

At the other side of the entrance Pamela could not take her eyes away from the sultan's abs. His only clothes were billowy teal pants with a golden sash and a teal turban dotted only with a gold nugget at the center, just above the forehead. Pamela notices that he wares no shoes. A mask is handed to her by him. His smile distracts from the depiction of the harpy.

Both spouse lose track of one another as they are whisked away by the mesmerizing servants. The woman lightly wraps her arms around Philip. She saunters at his side, leading him to the buffet table; the fragrances from the food make his mouth water. The male servant takes Pamela's right hand in his own and wraps his left arm around her waist. She can't decide whether the scent coming from him is his own or some musky scent that he applied. His closeness makes her breath shallow. Her eyes are locked on his and she realizes, they're dancing.

The ballroom, if it can be called that, is a glass dome. It is surrounded on three sides by the colossal mansion and the part not connected overlooks the ocean. At least, Pamela thinks so, it is impossible to know for sure as the night intermingles with the light from the glass structure. The horizon is unsearchable. The light source for the dome is a mystery. Pamela begins to feel warm and dizzy behind the mask. At one point, she regains consciousness to find herself in the servant's arms. She is being carried through the crowd and down a huge, white marble staircase.

Philip sits between two strangers both have women by their side, other guests is his guess. Their masks cover only their eyes, but still he cannot make out their identity. For a moment he wishes he knew where his wife was and then he tastes the wine.

Philip exhales and finds himself carried on a rug by several of the female servants. They're laughing and speaking in their own language. Those with free hands rub oil on his naked body. It was only then that he realized he had no clothes. They all descend, a downward spiral. Philip comes to terms with his predicament. He was enjoying himself until he realized he was tied to the rug.

.....

The lights are turned on. Pamela had been trying to remove her mask. There was a small padlock at her collar that she could not get open. When the lights turned on, she was startled. As she looks around, she notices the mirrored ceiling. She can see that the long corridor angles to the extreme left. She calls out, but there is no response. She begins to walk to the other end and turns left. This part of the corridor is like the other-charcoal grey walls, no windows or doors, the mirrored ceiling and overbright light sources mounted on top of the walls. From where she was standing, she could see a part of the rest of the labyrinth where she was trapped. She leans on a wall, slides to the floor and weeps bitterly. The probability that she would die soon became overwhelming.

.....

The ladies had removed Philip's mask. He tried to talk to them but they merely laughed and slathered him with more scented oil. One poured something into the mask from another flask, brushed it evenly throughout the inside of Philip's mask, then a few of them held his face in place while the mask was placed back on him. Another slave walked to Philip with some more wine. She poured some in his mouth, but he spat it out. They held his face again. This time, the slave poured it into his nostril. Philip's choice was drink or drown.

.....

Blinding light brings him back to consciousness. He is still naked, still has the mask on. He realizes that he is staring at his image on the ceiling. He springs to his feet.

What is this? Whose twisted fantasy? This mask is glued to my head? Why? At least this oil doesn't stink. Where are my clothes?

"Pamela!" God, where is she? "Anybody, hello!"

.....

I can't just sit here and cry 'til I die. Get up, Pamela. Now! What did I hear or read about mazes? If I stay left, will I find my way out? God, will there be obstacles? Please don't let there be obstacles. Philip! Where is he?

.....

Nothing. Nothing but grey walls and this perverted mirrored ceiling. Is it a two-way mirror?

"Hey. Hey, you perverts! My wife better be safe or I'll hunt you down. DO YOU HEAR ME!!"

Nothing but silence. Philip screams once more. This time, it is an indiscernible word that gets lost in rage. When he catches his breath, he begins walking, trying to find an exit.

.....

Pamela comes across the first break in the wall. Unfortunately, it makes her turn right. She makes a mental note to take a left turn at her first opportunity. Another break, another right. She pauses before she moves on to this next corridor. Tears begin to stream. For her, it is as if someone is manipulating her steps. She becomes angry and walks around, into the corridor where she sees black leather whips, chains and other sexual tools strewn about.

These items terrify Pamela. She takes a belt and wraps the softer end around her fist. If I have to use this, I'm going to make it count.

Pamela picks up a hammer as well.

.....

Philip turns to the next hallway. He sees a harpy wielding weapons. Her scream was high pitched and she ran to him. He had seconds to decide. He ran to her.

.....

Pamela smells the perpetrator before she saw the naked man in the mask turns into the hallway. It was the same scent that the servant was wearing. She screams and runs to attack before he realizes he is in trouble.

.....

"Thank you ladies and gentlemen for joining us for our first act. Enjoy a fifteen minute intermission. Afterwards, please join us in the second circle for our second act where we see how humans handle survival while lost in nature without tools."

As the voice speaks, the lights go out in the labyrinth below as water flows through it, washing away remains......

Yes, I got the invitation. We are the only two to ever see the inside of this place. The Orion family has always hidden from society. A mystery to all. Even the invitation is weird and unsettling. 

_____________________________________________________________________

You're Invited

Al and Bryan 

A party to die for

You don't want to miss it

Come tonight for something you will never forget

The Orion Family 

_____________________________________________________________________ 

In about an hour, we are about to solve this mystery. Both of us put of fancy clothing and prepare. Yes, we have weapons. Now, we are heading next door. It is blocked off by steel gates and everything inside is dead. All along the path, are bones. Animal or human is a mystery to us. Inside was interesting. Hunting trophies everywhere. A red substance was everywhere. And the family was no where in sight. We wait fifteen minutes and they show.

"Sorry we're late. We were trying to do something for tonight to create a better evening. I had to go to the bathroom and I left Bryan with them. It was mistake. He was gone, so were they. Only a note was left and Bryan's gun.

Glad we took the weak one. He was passed out in a second. Don't worry we did not hurt him too bad. Only a little. If you ever want to see your precious boyfriend again (still living) you have to find him. Go outside and search the grounds for something that does not fit. Oh and be careful of our wolves. We do not need them to get hurt. 

I have a massive fear of guns ever since a terrible incident. Bryan saved my life. He took me out of a dark time for me. He rescued me and showed me a better life. I owe him this. He is all I have. I walk out the door. My heart is racing. I call the police and they are delayed. In the corner, I notice a pink statue. Definitely out of place. A button. I press it. A staircase shows. I go down. He is there hung above a pool of boiling water that is now a pale red. He spots me and tells me to go no further. I pull out his gun and shoot. . . .

*Bryan's Point of View

Oh my lord. He found me. Please do not go any further. Please. Oh god. He is pulling out a gun. He is shaking so bad. Shot after shot and the whole family is dead. I turn away for a second and hear a thud. Al is out of my sight. I quickly get loose of my chains and swing. I hop in the water which is burning my skin and swim. Outside of the boiling water was ice. Strange, but I jump into it to cool off myself. Now, where is Al. At the bottom of the steps. The police arrive and arrest us both. Even though Al is clearly injured. I carry him out to the police car and we are taken to a holding cell. Once there, he wakes back up. He is covered in bruises and shaking. He is mumbling something.

A g . . . g . . . gun. 

Something is wrong. He is in shock. The police are not doing anything. He is going to die. He needs help. Someone please. I knew it. Ever since that incident he was too scared to pick up a gun. I should of never brought one tonight. I should of never bought one. His shaking is getting worse. I lay him down on the blanket on the floor and hug him. I can do nothing. He his slowly dying and I have to lay here and watch. I keep on begging that he needs help. The police still ignore. I just cry. He is shaking so bad he is hitting his head on the floor. I pick up and lay his head on my shoulder. It got so bad the police had to do something. They got him medical attention. And we were aloud to go back home. Al cannot walk and still is shaking. Hopefully it goes away soon. 

“Would you like anything more, Matthew?” Allison asked with a devouring smile. It unnerved me in all of the good ways a beautiful woman with a devouring smile can unnerve an otherwise committed man.

“No, I am quite sated, thank you. The meal was absolutely amazing.” I was being quite sincere. It quite possibly was the best meal I’ve ever had. “Compliments to the chef.” I eyed both Allison and Rick in turn, not certain which one prepared it. I liked to believe I was pretty good in the kitchen, but this meal made anything I made look like I plopped it out of a can and nuked it for five minute on high.

“Allison deserves all of the credit,” Rick responded, a wolfish smile that reeked with pride, “her food craft being one of her Many talents.”

Allison’s face mocked a blush, for she was not a woman that seemed easily embarrassed by praise. She gave her husband a smile then turned it back toward me, and her smile hungered again, “It is a same Jennifer couldn’t join us. I really hope whatever ills her doesn’t linger too long. And Matthew, please tell me you left room for dessert?”

“I suppose I have a little room left after all,” I said earnestly. I did want to get back to Jenny to make my report, but one is a fool to pass on a dessert after the best meal of his life.

“So Matthew,” Rick smiled the words, “we’ll let Allison get that ready for us while I go prepare some drinks. You have a particular poison or can you indulge me to pick something that might complement Allison’s skills.” The way Rick ended that sentence bothered me, as if there was a joke behind it.

“Feel free, I am willing to try something new.”

“Great! You will not be disappointed. So Allison says you are a hunter too…”

~~~

“You are what!? Are you out of your mind?” Jenny nearly screamed, and honestly acting a tad bit unhinged.

“Yes, the invited me to go hunting with them and I said sure.”

“You were supposed to have dinner with them to see just how odd they are, not to become friendly with them.”

“Hun, I’ll admit, they do have an air of slight superiority because good fortune seems to fall into their laps, but they were friendly enough.”

“Didn’t it feel fake? Christ! That woman calls me Jennifer! I hate being called Jennifer.”

I look at my Jenny like she just slurped down a Dr. Hyde slurpee from 7-11. She was never like this.

“Actually, it didn’t feel fake hun. I just think they are actually a couple that is use to life being a certain way and they try to perhaps overcompensate because they haven’t hit the normal rough patches the rest of us mere mortals face on a weekly basis.”

“What about the way she looks at you? Don’t you DARE tell me I am imagining that!”

I looked at her, knowing I was on unstable ice and was probably going to fall in no matter what I said, “I have to admit, she looks at me in almost too friendly of a way.”

“And you are ok with that?”

There was no safe answer. I didn’t think there was a more-safe-than-others answer, “Honestly, it is a little flattering, but it is not like you have never oogled a man before while I was standing right there.”

“Fair enough, but did you ‘oogle’ her back?” Her look could have cut through Ginzu knives.

“Dammit Jenny! I didn’t even want to go over there! This was all you? Do you want me to tell you I think Allison is an ugly hag? It would be a lie. She is fucking, drop-dead-in-the-truest-sense-of-the-term gorgeous! You happy? But, she is not you. So enough!”

Jenny took a deep breath and then exhaled. I didn’t know if she was pissed or sad or what at this point.

“There is something not right about them. Rachel sees it too. It is not just in our heads, Matt. This whole neighborhood has gotten weird ever since Rick and Allison showed up. Friends moving, friends changing, some struck with crazy good luck while other seem to tumble into impossibly bad luck. I don’t like them and I really don’t like the idea of you going hunting with them.”

Jenny looked worn out. “Hun, then again, why the hell did you make me have dinner alone with them in the first place? You no I am nice to a fault and will never decline a friendly invite to anything if I don’t have a good enough excuse to do so.”

“Honestly, I almost wish I didn’t now. But, I really thought once you did, you would see it to. Whatever ‘it’ is.”

~~~

“So, do you have a favorite hunt, Matthew?”

Their truck went down the ungroomed dirt road as if it was driving on glass. The suspension on this beast probably cost more than my jeep alone. Allison was sandwiched between Rick and myself. She rested a hand lazily on my thigh. All of my subtle attempts to get it off just eventually found it back on my lap a short while later, and my imagination (or Jenny’s implanted mania about Allison) seemed to believe that Allison’s hand always landed a bit higher each time.

“Um...it would have to be my first. My father and grandfather let me take down an elk and I can still feel the pride they had when I shot it.”

“No offense Matthew,” Rick said with his wolfish smile, “but your first time should never be your best time. We will have to rectify that, won’t we dear.”

“Oh, most definitely,” replied Allison. Her voice dripped honey, and I swear on everything holy that all of her body heat was suddenly displaced to her hand. There was no subtle way to remove it now. Yet, my tongue caught when I attempted to ask her to remove it from its resting place on my leg. This might possibly be the longest weekend of my life.

“Almost home!” stated Rick.

Their ‘hunting lodge’ made the house they had in our neighborhood look like the cardboard box I threw away after Jenny and I bought a new dishwasher. Rick and Allison had the nicest house in the neighborhood.

Allison smiled, squeezed my leg, and replied, “Yes, almost home.”

~~~

Once we I was settled, I stepped outside in the back and took in the view. Most would kill just to see a view like this in a postcard. Snow-peaked mountains in the background, trees seemingly as far as the eye could see, the tree line only scarred where the river must have flowed through.

The air was rich and sweet, and after each breath, I yearned for another, as one yearns for another sip of an amazing drink, or another bite of a perfect fruit.

The scene helped to calm me. There was an over-friendliness from Allison that I did not enjoy, and Rick either was oblivious, or in on the act. Being out here put me a bit at ease.

Rick appeared out of nowhere and slapped my back, “So, you ready to hunt, Matthew? Allison is waiting for us down below.

We walked down the stairs carved into the hill until we got to a large shed.

“So, Matthew? Would you like to take a look at the game we will be hunting today?” Rick laughed and whistled. The shed door opened and out stumbled Jenny’s and my friend, Rachel. Eyes wild with fear, hours past shedding tears, wearing nothing but a gag and perhaps the most expensive form-fitting red lace underwear I have ever seen.

“What the He…”

Before I could get the last word out, Rick cold-cocked me in the jaw, sending me to the ground. He then kicked me hard in the gut, knocking the wind out of me. I looked at Rachel with confusion and an apology in my eyes. I watched Rick cut the gag from Rachel and slap her on her backside, “Run along little bunny. Run as fast as you can!”

Rachel ran, the rest of the way down the hill as fast as I have seen a person filled with utter fear run. She disappeared into the trees.

“Sorry for hitting you Matthew...”

“I am not playing whatever game you and Allison are playing, Rick!”

“Suit yourself, Matthew, but you might want to hear it all out before you confirm that decision. Now, as I was saying, before you interrupted. Sorry I hit you, but getting the vibe of the nice and noble guy we think you are, consider it a preemptive hit. I was certain if I didn’t, you would have clocked me a few seconds later. Am I right?”

I just nodded, chomping on rocks that were not there as to try to channel my anger.

“As I thought. So here is the deal. Rachel was starting to get a bit too nosy in our lives and seemed to be on the verge of causing us...shall we say, unwanted headaches. Unfortunately for you - who contrary to what you might believe, Allison and I are quite fond of you - we discovered in our interrogation of Ms. Rachel, that she has a bit of a thing for you. I personally don’t get it, but Allison seems to. Who the fuck knows what goes on in women’s minds, right Matthew? Anyway, Rachel secretly being hot to trot for you indirectly got you involved, see?”

At that moment, Allison stepped out of the shed. She was clad foot to toe in camo, somehow still looking sexy as hell, she had a ravenous look in her eyes. She held up her mobile for me to see. There was video of Jenny, tied up in our bedroom.

“See, my friend? Jenny was getting a bit nosy too. I cannot help but to think what she may have already told you. But, like I said before, Allison and I are fond of you and want to give you at least a chance to control your destiny somewhat.

“You can calm down and listen to our offer, or you can leave right now. If you leave, I can guarantee you will never see Jenny, Rachel, or us ever again. Some might say that might be the wisest course, because all four of us are trouble, albeit different sorts. Do you want to leave now, Matthew? Here are the keys to my truck if you do?”

I look up at this sociopath, and didn’t say a word, I just glared. I felt the trap closing tighter, I might as well know the full shape of it.

“I’ll take your silence as a no. So the hunt then. Rules are simple, you shoot Rachel before us, she is your prize, to do with what you will. You can go home, Jenny will be waiting, unharmed and we will disappear from everyone’s lives. And before you get all weird about shooting your friend, it will be with a tranquilizer dart only. The harm will be minimal. But, you do have to tag her, just catching her is not enough.

“If Allison tags her, she is willing to ransom her and Jenny off, sweetheart that she is. If I shoot her though, you will never see her again. At that point, we will discuss terms of possibly freeing Jenny, assuming we have your word she will play along with all of this. Sound like a deal?”

I stared at him simply and replied, “Do I have a choice?”

“You have choices my friend, they all suck though.” They both laughed. Allison then took off down the hill and into the forest. After about five minutes, Rick simply said, “Your turn, Matthew. I do wish you the best of luck. I almost wish you took my keys, you probably would have been better off.”

I raced down the hill with the gun he tossed me, hoping it actually was loaded, and prayed to any god that was listening for a way to win game that was heavily stacked against me.

~~~

I tried to move as quickly as I could through the forest, scanning the trail of broken branches and displaced ground. I had stumbled upon Allison first and found out shooting her, that my gun indeed shot darts, and they did indeed knock a person out. Before she drifted into sweet oblivion, Allison smiled sweetly up to me and said, “Well done, Matthew. I didn’t think you had it in you, but I am glad you tagged me as well, you will be reward if you can still win...”

I didn’t recall any rules that said I couldn’t take them out too, but I knew I gambled by doing it. Not sure if whatever drug-induced craziness Allison stated made me feel better or worse. I just couldn’t afford Allison reaching Rachel first. I had to get to Rachel then try to come up with a plan out of it, without getting all of us killed. My stomach twisted thinking about Jenny. She was completely out of my control right now.

I heard Rachel stumbling through the woods first. I knew it was her because I saw flashes of red from the few garments she was wearing. I tried to call to her to stop, but she kept running. I called to her again, she cried in return, “They told me if you wanted to ever see Jenny alive, you would have to kill me Matt!”

“Dammit Rachel! I would never kill, just to save someone else, regardless who it is. I would never be able to live with that. We are hunting with tranquilizer rifles regardless. I was only told if I shoot you first, I win and we can all go free, not that I fully trust that. Just stop and come out before Rick catches up to us. Lets talk it out to see if we have any other options.”

Rachel stopped and turned around. She ran into my arms and wept, turning into a dead weight.

“Oh Matt…”

“It is ok Rachel, let’s just figure out…”

“...I am so sorry.”

With that, I felt a jab in my arm, sticking into it, was a tranquilizer dart. I looked into Rachel’s eyes, and she smiled, even more hungrily than Allison ever had.

~~~

My head was throbbing, I woke in the most comfortable bed I have ever been in, naked as the day I was born, arms loosely bound to the bed posts. Allison, Rick, and Rachel all sitting in winged chairs like a king and queens on thrones.

“He wakes!” Rick jested, as if it were a clever joke, “You are a damned good sport, that is for sure. You made me lose a heavy bet with Allison though. She thought you would shoot her if you caught up to her. I didn’t think you had it in you, just as I was sure you would not shoot Rachel in the end as well.”

I look at Rachel with fury, “You were in on it.”

Allison interjected, voice honeysuckle sweet now, “Matthew, my dear. This was Rachel’s first wish.”

I looked at Allison, as if I didn’t hear her correctly, I thought about what Rick said before about Rachel having a secret thing for me.

Allison continued, in a far away voice, “I wish for Matthew to rescue me. That was Rachel’s first wish, so all of this is how Rick granted it for her.”

Rick cut in before I could respond, “Matthew, Allison and I are Djinns, or in your barbaric language, Genies. And Rachel earned wishes from each of us. Many in your neighborhood did, how did you think fortunes fell and tumbled so drastically since we arrived?”

I thought about what Jenny said. Jenny! As if reading my thoughts, Allison quipped, “Jennifer is fine, for the most part, with one slight change. Rachel’s second wish was for her best friend to forget all memories of you.”

It sounded crazy, but my soul was trying to catch my mind up to everything. My soul knew this was true, crazy as it seemed. They thought of Jenny not having any memories of me, hurt more than I dared to imagine.

“What happens now, I asked? Does Rachel wish for me to fall madly in love with her or something?”

“No, dear Matthew, that is one wish even we cannot grant. We cannot wish someone to love. Love is a more powerful force.”

“So what is her last wish?”

“Here last? My dear, she has 3 wishes from each of us. She bought and paid for them. She still has 4 more.”

Rachel smiled, a crazy look in her eyes. Gluttoned on the power perhaps. “I wish for any secret lust that Matt has ever had for me to come to the surface and always simmer there. I might not ever have his love, but I can enjoy perhaps his lust even if just from afar.”

“Granted”

And, at that moment, I knew this nightmare was something real. All of the secret fantasies that I even had of Rachel came to the surface of my mind. Sharp and clear. I couldn’t look at her now without getting deeply aroused. Yet I HAD to look at her because who wouldn’t want to feel that level of desire for someone. The fantasies that they were, even though they were few, felt like real memories instead. All of them started to hum as better memories than any of my previous lovers. It sickened me. It excited me. I felt damned to my own mind. Perhaps I was. The more I tried to think of other lovers, other times, the Rachel fantasies would bleed into them. To the point that any memory I had of sex, somehow had Rachel in it too. Even my sexual fantasies that didn’t tie to anyone real at all became corrupted with Rachel in them. Sweet, wanton Rachel.

I looked at her, I wanted her more than I wanted anything. I hated her but that seemed to fuel the lust. I barely had any control. The only reason I did have a bit of control was that I wasn’t a mindless animal. Yet, the animal was yearning to break free and rut with the only woman that mattered for such things now.

Rachel watched me ravenously. “I wish to have all of his lustful thoughts for me as my own as well.”

“Granted”

Rachel convulsed with the onslaught of them. Her cries of ecstasy only stirred my feelings for her further. It was a trap I could have never imagined. It was a feedback loop that might drown us both.

Eventually an equilibrium was found. We were both panting. Rachel eyed me like a wolf. “Matthew, you naughty, wonderful thing. Your secrets are safe with me. I will even indulge in most of them with you one day, if you ever grow to forgive me for all of this.”

“Why?” was all I could croak out.

“Because, you were too good for her and...I was tired of being alone. I wanted someone nice, even if only like this.”

She almost wept. Almost.

“I wish for him to forget about Jenny, because I don’t want him to have that pain of losing her any more.”

“Granted”

And Jenny bled from my memories. I tried to hold onto them, I didn’t want to lose them. I wanted to hold onto the pain, if it was all I could have left of her.

I was trying to remember someone. Someone special. I was trying to remember something. I was trying to remember. Did I lose something. It felt like I lost something. I had this feeling in the back of my head. Then it was gone. I was looking at them like I was a bit lost. I still remember the hunt. I still had anger, but it didn’t make any sense. Like their were missing pieces.

Rachel spoke, a wicked smile on her face, “Finally, I wish Matthew forgot all about the hunt, that this was all just a get away with the closest of friends instead.”

“Granted”

The memories of this day unraveled, the force of it knocked me out.

~~~

I woke with in a start, as if waking from a bad nightmare. Rachel was curled up against me, God but I wanted her.

I noticed our friends Rick and Allison sitting in winged chairs watching us. I blush in embarrassment. I have a fresh memory of sleeping with Rachel and Allison, but I am almost certain it was just a fantasy, almost.

Rachel snuggled deeper into me, and purred. I wished we were alone. “Matty, don’t you remember, Rick and Allison just revealed to you that they are Genies, and that you won 3 wishes from Allison by capturing her?”

The memory of capturing her is suddenly sharp and fresh.

“So, what are you going to wish for love?”

I looked at my lover Rachel, and wondered if I did indeed love her. She was always sweet to me. She was crazy good in the sack. I wondered why I didn’t feel like I loved her fully though. It felt strange to feel that bit of disconnect.

“Yes, Matthew, what do you wish from me?” Allison just purred.

“Well, are there any rules?”

Allison started to recite the few rules there were and I smiled as wishes started forming in my mind.