I just gave him my trust and the girls feeling it, answered as fully as they could. Strangely enough, he glossed over the awesome expansion of Dommi.
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When I thought he had finished, Dommi made him a Greek coffee and as he sipped, he turned to me. “Roberto. I want to go into all the details of your attack on Wendy’s father. Right from the beginning to the end.”
“I do not want her to hear me. It was very ugly.”
“Is there any way you can tell me without her hearing? I thought not. Roberto, if this is going to kill her, I think she can stand to hear how you killed her father.”
Wendy, who was sitting on my lap touched my face and I looked down at her. She did not speak, nor plead in any way, but her eyes had turned a brilliant dark blue, with edges of violet. As I looked into her eyes I knew I had to speak.
He would not let me gloss over any details, even those I have not entered here. Even when Dommi ran to the bathroom and threw up, he persisted in getting every single detail. This was an inquisition that not only tore at me, he was sickening my babies. I wept as I relived my anguish, my cruelty and vicious revenge.
Only Wendy and Cherine stared at me without tears or pain. I could see they were closely linked and their emoting was of approval. I wailed to them, from my heart, pleading with them not to allow him to make them so unfeeling, for then he will have won. Cherine cried then, but it was for me, not for what I had done to him. Having danced with us, Themi must have sensed the stir of emotions, but he kept himself distant, gentle where possible, but not allowing us to turn him aside at any point. Finally it was over.
As I lay back, my eyes shut, Wendy whispered to me, “thank you” and her lips licked at the tears running down my face. I opened my eyes and stared into her dark violet eyes.
“You said the light of love you send into me, it will not stick. Your tears, they will.” All I could do is nod as I gave her an extra squeeze.
Marian brought out some cold meats, salad and coffee. There was no chatter. We silently tried to eat, our eyes on Themi.
“This has been very painful for you Roberto. For the others also, but more so for you. I think it has helped to give me some insights. Let us start from your killing of Richard. From your description, I would say it is safe to assume that as the void, with all the powers it gave you, you did not let one single mote of his being escape, or else you would have sensed it. That leaves two possibilities. The first you have implied. That Richard was able to place a part of himself within Wendy before you attacked him.
Your theory does not make sense to me. I think it is just your fear talking. Wait. Bear me out and if my logic is at fault, you are welcome to tell me. You do agree that he knew Wendy was dying with the disease he had passed on to her, and that she would die before him? Since he did not love her, why would he want to place any part of himself in her? The second is equally important. He never showed any ability to fight you in a paranormal way, neither was he aware of your abilities. He was just a normal human in that respect. I think your sense of guilt, fear and loathing of him has made you over-estimate his abilities. What does that leave us?
Let me side-track for a moment. Robert, you once mentioned your father to me. You talked about how cold and unfeeling he was. You talked about your mother, your few memories, which were of beauty and love. I would suggest they both still live on within you. There is a part of your heart, your mind, a corner that you have given to them. We all carry bits and pieces of the people we have met and loved or hated. Perhaps it is how they can come to us in our dreams? When there is a guilt or great fear attached to them, it can make them seem to come alive. Let me stress again, they can ‘seem’ to come alive. The only part of them that is alive of course, is our guilt or fear.
Wendy, you never came to terms with all the pain your father caused you, not even with the way he made you fear life. You never grieved for your mother, who you loved and he killed. You never cried, even in relief, when your father died. If you cried, it was only because you were able to dream of a new life without pain, without a monster coming to torture you. You now had a champion to stand by your side, to protect you. Your fears nearly made you kill Robert, but when he showed he was willing to die for you, you felt you no longer needed to live with fear anymore. So the hate you felt, you were never given an opportunity to express it. You did not go through the catharsis your heart needed. You are killing yourself, it is not your father.”
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There was a dramatic silence, until Cherine exclaimed, “You were right Robert!”
“About what Cherine? I never thought of this.”
“You would not allow me or Dommi to take her pain. You said she had the right to her grief.”
We now had to go through all of that with Themi again. He nodded. “You have remarkable instincts Roberto. I only wish you had asked for my help then.”
He thought for a long time, while Alki and I went to the kitchen for more coffee. My hands were trembling so he took over. “You are blaming yourself Roberto. It is not right, it will steal from your strength. You could not have known.”
“You heard Cherine. I knew and then allowed my pain for her to take it away from her. Damn, how are we going to teach ourselves to use empathy in a healthy way? I am so afraid Alki. While I had something to fight, I felt I could win. How do I fight her guilt? How can my love help now!”
“You have to be strong for her. It is not like you to whine when your loved ones are in danger. Stand up and fight at her side, be strong for her.” He placed his hand on my arm. “Just as all of us will remain by your side, hopefully lending you our strength.”
Dommi called to us to return.
Themi barely waited for us to take our seats before he began talking. “I am faced with a dilemma. Any good witch-doctor could help you. If Wendy was a normal little girl, I would have spent a few years with her, helping her to heal herself. But you are not a normal little girl, Wendy mou. They have opened doors to paranormal powers within you and it is those powers you are using against yourself. We do not have time to cure you using normal therapy.
My first option is they close those doors again, block you and remove their links. Give me time to give you the therapy you need. The second option is that you allow them back into your mind to repair the damage. To exorcise your guilt. Which of you is it that is the most capable at going into her mind without damaging it, is it you Robert?”
“Yes.”
“It is your choice, what do you want to do?” The girls and I froze, to be without our Wendy! We waited for someone to speak, but none of us could.
Wendy, in a tiny voice asked, “Robbie, will you come to me?”
“Oh yes my love. It is so beautiful coming into your mind and soul. My love, what if I cannot find it or fix it? I don’t know what I am supposed to do. Themi, can’t you help, can’t you come with me?”
“How? I would be a stranger in a strange land. My training has not prepared me for anything like this.”
“If my healer could come into you, learn from you?”
He nodded. “Could you do that?”
He had no sooner spoken than I had sent it. I could feel it trying to sift through his mind. I soon realised it was not an entity with enough power to do what is needed on its own. With the life of my Wendy hanging in the balance I was not about to let my scruples or principles stop me - especially since Themi had already offered. I joined the healer, without becoming one with it, as I would only be limiting it to my abilities if I did. As its companion and guide, I was able to guide it, steer it away from his personal memories and sift and place in some order his knowledge of psychology. I told Dommi to get him thinking of Wendy and her problem, to try and recall all the specifics he knows about healing such problems. The healer may have learnt something, but I left him feeling frustrated. There was nothing there to help me. I will not be spending years drawing the poison out of her. I felt I only have hours - even if only for psychological reasons. The longer Wendy has to remain as she is, the longer it means she fears - and that, my love and empathy cannot bear.
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I returned to my body, picked up Wendy and without saying anything, took her to the bedroom. I undressed her and myself. The girls joined us and lay to either side as I placed Wendy on my chest, her ear listening to my heartbeat. We closed our eyes and I flew to her.
She was waiting. *I missed playing with my puppy. You never come to play with me anymore.* *I did not know you wanted me to come here, love. We are so much in each others minds all the time, we try to avoid this unless invited.* With a promise for the future, I sank into her sweetness. Her hunger for my motes of love, my substance were deeper than ever before. I would have been helpless, given all again if I were not on such a crucial mission. I willingly gave all I safely could and focussed myself, looking into her core. I could not get in.
*You have to trust me baby, I will not force my way in.*
For a while nothing happened then I saw her core change colour. From a deep violet it turned to deep blue and I sensed she was open to me. Tentatively, carefully I flowed in. I spread out within her core, careful not to let her absorb me. There were seven years of pathways to search. I left the baby and toddler ones alone, looking for the more recent growths.
I found a path of about two years ago and followed it. I lived each memory we had left in her. So many instances of pain, of misery and fear. I attached to each of them a mote of love, of tenderness. I saw her alone in the flat, giving herself the courage to face another evening of pain by humming to herself, calling forth beauty and dreams that lay buried too deep for her to use them consciously. I brought them out, placed them side by side with her despair and added my hopes and dreams for her. That trip of two years seemed to take me two years subjectively, for I had to experience each second, not miss one cry of despair, but I think I was able to condense it to minutes by experiencing and making the changes at many times simultaneously. Finally I reached the day I healed her. I could not find any more pain or fear. I knew she was a lot stronger now, but I also knew I had not found the sac of dark poison that was killing her. I had to leave, I had spent too long in her, there was the possibility she would lose herself and become an extension of myself. With the love she feels for me, it was too likely. I withdrew.
Our lovemaking was gentle and she floated through it as in an erotic dream, finding her release a moment of magic beauty. The two girls did not emote any need for sexual release. They were too tense with worry about Wendy. We let her sleep a short while and returned to the others in the lounge.
I explained to Themi, as best I could, what had happened and my failure.
“Maybe you are looking for the wrong thing. It may not be a darkness. Her guilt makes her feel she does not deserve your love and the chance at a good life with a family that adore her. Those feelings are quite common among victims of torture, especially children. What you are looking for is not part of her conscious mind. Look for a child who fears love, who has no or little self-worth. It is possible that various parts of our past become part of our subconscious also.”
The healer reported she had already lost most of the particles I had left her with. I felt haunted by a fear that I would fail. Even as I held her in my arms I felt she was slipping away. I could no longer hide my grief.
Cherine brought her lips to my ear. “Don’t cry Robert. Try one more time. If we do not succeed this time, bring her with you, we’ll go to our own world where we can all be together forever. Please, we want this, do not lose her or yourself. That would kill us also.” She got up and went to her mother who had understood and was sobbing her heart out. Marian curled her body around her daughter, as if to protect her.
I was going to tell my healer to replenish me with the energy I need, when I remembered Wendy; she cannot be strengthened that way. I believe our souls draw some of their energy from our body through the cord. I carried her to the kitchen, placed her on the table and with Dommi to help we fed on honey and anything that would give us the energy we need, quickly.
“I had the same problem Robert, didn’t I? You healed me. You can heal her, Wendy, trust him, he can do it.” Dommi gave us each a kiss and we returned to the bedroom. As we undressed again, Cherine came in.
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Giving me a cheeky smile, she teased, “I told you it is silly having to get dressed all the time.”
“Maybe you did, but I don’t think I have managed to tell you how much I love you. Keep yourselves strong my loves.”
She was waiting but I refused to enter. *This time I want to play with you a while. Want to join me?* I played puppy and comet in the sky and a version, we made up, of ring-a-ring-a-rosy. We teased and danced and I was as silly as only I can be when I am with a child and there are no other adults watching, till I heard her childish laughter. This was the medicine I needed. Now my heart was strong enough again.
I now dared to try something new. I willed to split my form, while keeping us linked. It worked! Then I/we split and split until I/we were a myriad of stars. We floated into her core and spread throughout her, lighting up her mind/soul with all the beauty we could find in her. One of ‘I’ saw a shadow that pulled back from my/our light. It cringed in fear. Even as I/we surrounded it, I/we could see it make any mote that came too close to it disappear. I/we closed in till I was a sky blue shell of light around it.
I knew it belongs, must stay in Wendy, but I took it with me anyway. She will have to live awhile, amputated, not whole, until Themi can help us cure it/her. As I came out of Wendy, Dommi was waiting, an outstretched light of motherly love. I deposited the little Wendy in her and we flew to the void, taking the main Wendy with us.
Cherine called the others and the void seemed to sparkle with their dancing forms. They were all dancing around Wendy, sending her a stream of glittering motes. I watched, afraid to believe that she can hold it all. Themi came to her and clumsily sent her a stream, a variety of particles. Before anyone else could approach her again, the protector blocked them all off. We all stopped, waiting. The healer, pale in its glow, swirled in and out of her and vanished within her. It sent me a message: ‘She grows.’
To me it looked as if they were all shrinking. Exuberant, bursting with joy, I wildly streaked through the void until they had all vanished in the distance (at all times I remained aware of ‘where’ they are). I swung in tumbling spirals, weeping my love into the void. When I came to my senses I saw lights in the distance. The protector blocked me and I dashed back home, too happy to care, or to even question that it had followed me.
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Alki announced, “This calls for a celebration. There is no way I can go to bed now.”
“Are you sure my love?” This was the first time Marian had ever spoken suggestively in front of us. I laughed at Cherine’s thoughts.
I explained to Themi what I had done. I asked if he will help Dommi heal the frightened lost part of Wendy. He was fascinated by the concept of treating her and agreed with delight. Much as we wished to celebrate, we were all burning with the need to be together, to touch and be held; to find our release through the beauty of what anchors us. It would have been extremely ungrateful of us to send Themi home alone. I did not know what to do.
Wendy stood in front of him. “I know I am very small, but you need someone to love you tonight. Do you want to love me?”
He burst into tears and knelt holding her to him. We could all feel his ache as he pulled her to him. It was obvious to all of us that he could not bear to move her warm little body from his. As if he was tearing himself in half he pulled away.
“I will never forget this mikroula mou, thank you. I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you, but you belong with your family. Go to them.” He kissed the top of her head.
Wendy turned obstinate. “You are hurting. My family understand, they feel you also. Don’t be afraid.”
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“I am afraid, I am afraid of you, afraid of me. I see you as a rare gift and I do not want to spoil you. Go back to your loved ones, before I find it impossible to refuse you. Please.”
“Would you prefer one of us Themi?” Dommi was aglow with her need and I thought he would not be able to refuse her. He came to his feet, shaking his head, and walked out, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Wendy began to cry. I folded her in my arms. “It is alright my love. That was very generous of you and I’m proud of you. We will help him by finding someone he can create his own circle with. I think we should leave your mother and father alone…how about it girls?”
Alki asked, “Roberto, will Themi be alright?”
“Of course. Cherine is monitoring him. The healer will help him for tonight. Alki, let’s look for someone to join him, tomorrow, or as soon as we can.”
As they left and I returned from the front door, I found the lounge empty. There was a feeling of mischief in the back of my mind, so I wanted to turn the tables on them by teasing them and went to my office to switch on the computer. They were all waiting there, Cherine holding a vase over it. She was grinning as she told me, “You try it and I’m going to smash your computer.”
I acted distraught. “Stay away from my computer. I need it. What do you want me to do for you to promise to leave it alone?”
Wendy asked, “I felt a wind in the void when you got so big. How did you do that Robbie?”
“I don’t know. Dommi did it first, ask her.”
“Oh no, it was not the same. I stretched myself. You just got big. Wendy is right. You seemed to suck in all the free power in the void and grow huge. We actually felt as if a wind was blowing! You must have a million souls in you.”
I did not have an answer. “Not as far as I know. All I have in me are the people I love. Wendy baby, would you have gone with Themi if he had accepted?”
“Yes.” She was puzzled. “Wasn’t I supposed to?”
“That I do not know how to answer. I guess I am just being selfish. I would have missed you too much. What do you girls think?”
Dommi said, “I think you are so used to having a harem of your own, your male instincts rebel at the idea of another man touching one of us.”
“Maybe you are right. Yet, when you also offered, I was certain he would not be able to resist you.”
She grinned. “Of course he would. He might not have if you had offered yourself.”
“You’re joking!” She just continued grinning at me. “But then you should have told me. Make a change from having three girls half killing me every night.”
Cherine was suddenly angry with me, not interested in playing at being ‘civilised’, of hiding her true feelings. Her anger was a livid flame. “That is stupid!! You will never do anything like that...with anyone else! You belong to us - and our children.” Gosh! She almost sounded old fashioned, if I ignored what she really meant.
“I’m fighting myself love. I feel I am being hypocritical. We talk about us being a new advanced circle of love. I feel we should be able to give love to others outside our circle. The truth is, I do not have the wish to. I feel guilty, like I am being very selfish. I thought I cannot help how I feel, and then Wendy saw his need and offered and then Dommi. I felt very small.”
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“Wendy is a child! She is so sweet that she only thought of his pain. Dommi was only pretending, she knew he would say no.”
“Robbie, I was bad?”
“No, my love. You were magnificent. Cherine and I are just being jealous. We can’t bear the thought of any other man or woman touching you, loving that lovely body of yours.”
I think she has absorbed too much from Cherine. She stared back at us and then set her thin shoulders back, her heart hammering at her daring. “I am not married to you yet. When you marry me and make me your woman, I swear I will never let anyone else touch me. Ever and ever.”
“Cherine, she is even more shameless in her blackmail than you were!”
Cheekily, with that special smile of hers, she asked, “So, what are you going to do about it?”
“Marry her of course.”
Her grin widened. “And? What else?”
“When you are able to show her how to bring out her own healer, I will make her my woman.”
“For the same reason I wanted you?”
“You choose the strangest times to get that cheeky look on your face. You know the answer.”
“Well, she is my baby sister. I just want to make sure you make her happy.”
Wendy was lapping it all up, so I pretended to warn her, “Wendy, don’t you go believing her. She is a real kitty-cat. If you end up...”
“That’s a wonderful idea! Do the cat thing with her.”
“For god’s sake Cherine. She’s only seven years old!”
“Robert, when you were seven you were seven. Why can’t you understand that Wendy and I do not count the years in the same way. Life has aged us differently.”
“In that case sweetheart she is five times as old as you are. Better show her the respect you would to an older sister.”
Cherine surprised all of us, “You are right, I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Actually, I am not right. Cherine, you are more mature in certain ways, but you are both still kids. Pain, suffering and fear might provide the appearance of having matured you in certain ways, but it also cripples you, stunts your growth in many important ways, so that you are even more immature in those ways than other children - you have many of the needs that other children of your age have and you don’t have some of the needs you should have. I was just cursing myself today for forgetting that. You need to have fun and play and I forgot that. Why don’t you call your friend, Maria-Elena, ask her over…”
She patted her tummy. “Robert, how can I do that. She will want to know why I am not in school. She will tell the other kids and they will tell the teachers and they will cause us trouble.”
“Oh Dommi, what have I done to her? Why couldn’t she have found someone a bit more intelligent. She is forced to think and talk like an adult because I’m so stupid.”
Dommi ignored us and spoke to Wendy. “Wendy love, don’t be frightened. They do this every time we are expecting to have a grand night of sex. They pick on each other until Robert gets depressed, then we have to spend the rest of the night saving him. Maybe your idea was not so bad after all, we should have both gone with Themi.”
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Wendy ignored the bantering and put her arms around me. “You took my sadness, can I take yours please? I don’t want you to be sad tonight.”
“It’s alright blue eyes, I only get sad sometimes because the love I feel for all of you and the love I get from all of you gets too much for me. Tonight is your night. We are all going to welcome you back with so much love that maybe you will also want to cry.” I gave her a grin to show I was teasing, but she nodded in agreement.
“You make me feel like that lots of times.”
Dommi and Cherine knelt by her and slowly undressed her, kissing her thin shoulders and chest.
Feeling her need, I picked her up and brought her to my lips. As I held and kissed her, she squirmed. “Not in the air Robbie. I want to feel you.”
I put her down and quickly undressed. Laying on the bed I put her alongside me, spooning her. Her back pressed against me, she made herself comfortable. I raised my body temperature so that her thin body warms. I thought she would be aroused by the warmth, but instead she went off into a sweet slumber, lightly snoring. I looked at the girls and seeing my surprise they giggled softly. Cherine gently lay down, spooning into Wendy and Dommi climbed over and spooned against my back. All three of us set aside our need, storing it for later. That was when we too realised how exhausted we were and slept.
I woke up suddenly, alert. I felt there was danger. The protector came, showing me it is Dommi in trouble. We sank into her mind, looking for little Wendy. We were drawn to her. She was sucking in motes and disappearing them. In her sleep Dommi had forgotten to protect herself. I visualised myself giving little Wendy a smack. She pulled back into herself. I waited until she got curious and spoke to her gently, but firmly.
*You are not in Wendy. You are in Dominique. You do not have the right to steal her energy and love. You do it again I will return and give you a real hiding. Have I made myself clear?* I felt her weeping as she sent me a signal that she understood.
*You want to go back into Wendy?* Again an assent. *When you learn to behave yourself I’ll let you go back. If you don’t behave I will take you into me and I promise you I will make you very sorry. See this blue line that I have put into you? Use it to call me when you decide to be a good girl and talk to us.* As I was about to leave a thought came to me. *If you are hungry, you call me. You are not allowed to steal from Dommi.* *Hungry.* *You are always hungry, aren’t you?* *Yes.* *Do you know who I am?* No answer. *I am the good daddy, the one who has been looking after you. It was my love you kept stealing and throwing away. Tell me why you throw it away and I will give you food.*
I waited and just about when I had given up her tiny thought came to me. *Wendy bad girl, that is why daddy not love Wendy. Daddy get cross, hurt me if keep love from other people; he said he hurt me bad.*
*That is nonsense! You know that bad daddy is dead. He is gone forever.* *No. He will come back.*
*He was the bad daddy. I killed him. He is dead. Finished. Forever. Now you belong to me, I am your good daddy and will look after you. If you are a good girl I will let you come out to eat and play with me. Do you want that?* *Daddy not come back to hurt me?* *Never. Can you see this white light next to me? Good. It is part of your good daddy. It is your guard, it looks after you all the time. It is so strong it took your bad daddy and made him feel all the pain he made you feel. Then it killed him. It then broke him up into tiny pieces and gave those pieces to a very big monster to eat. Your bad daddy is now just a piece of shit. You are not afraid of shit are you?* *No.*
I drew her out, the protector on watch in case she tries anything. I fed her, and with the energy she needed I gave her the mothering love from Dommi and the fierce protective part of my love. She grew in front of me. I told her we are going to play and she began to bounce with eagerness. Dommi had become aware and was watching from afar. I had to modify my playing as I sensed this is not a seven year old girl. Though five, she was more like a regressed three year old, her wounds blocking off a large part of her. Dommi helped with suggestions plus my own silliness helped us to entertain her. As she came closer and I felt her self-confidence grow I talked to her again.
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*Your new mummy, Dommi, is waiting for you to go back to her so that she can hold you softly and give you her love. She is a much nicer person than me. She is full of love for you. If you promise me to behave I will let you go back to her. And if you are really good I will come back to play with you when you wake up. Is that a deal Wendy?* *I don’t want you to go. Please?* *Daddy, that is only me from now on, will come back. I have some things to do so as to make sure my sweet Wendy gets better and big and strong. I promised I will come back.* *Promise?* *Cross my heart. Now you must sleep. Eat when you are hungry again but keep your food this time so that you can get big and play all the time with me.*
She sank back into the place that had been her prison and was now her cradle.
“I heard you talking to her and I got afraid. I thought you were being too hard on her. How did you know what to do?”
“Who was Robbie talking to?” Wendy yawned and stretched. I laughed and hugged her, breathing in her scent.
“To you my love. The part of you that was hurting you. She is only a little baby and she was very frightened. She thought that if she allowed you to take our love and keep it for yourself, the bad daddy would come back and be very cross.”
“That’s silly. He is dead!”
“Actually, you are all going to laugh at me and probably use this for teasing me. I told her I broke your daddy into tiny pieces and a monster ate him up. This is the part you will love. I told her he has come out of the monster and is only a piece of shit now.”
Wendy looked up at me, her eyes enormous. “I like that. Why didn’t you tell me that also? I’ll never be afraid again, I’ll just think of him as a piece of shit, lying in the toilet.”
“Can you make yourself see the toilet? Good. Why don’t you flush the toilet and get rid of the shit forever.”
She shut her eyes and opening them smiled at me. “I did it. He is gone forever now.”
“Wendy my love, you should be feeling there is a piece of you missing. We cannot leave her out of you too long, she might die and it would not be good for you. Will you come with me into Dommi and wait a little bit away from us until I call you? Then we can play with her together. She is only the five year old part of you, but her fear has made her more like a three year old - she is a very sad and lonely part of you. I need you to trust me and take her back into you when I tell you. We will do that when we are in the void. Okay with you?”
Cherine moaned, “Robert, we haven’t had sex yet and you want to go back to the void? You really are cruel.” Even Wendy could see the mischievous cheekiness in her eyes and laughed.
“Robbie, will she be like a little sister?”
“Not for long love. Once we go to the void she will become part of you again. When you got hurt for the first times and were afraid and could not understand why your life had changed into something so bad and painful, she was the part of you that stayed afraid. You are the part that was brave and believed in our love. You must not stay without that little child part of you. Tell you what, you know me quite well by now. Do you think I would be so nice if I did not have that little child part in me?”
“Dommi, he actually thinks he is nice when he is being silly. Sorry Robert, but you did walk straight into that one.”
“Actually Cher baby, I do think that is one of the nicer parts of him. Robert, don’t listen to her, she loves the ‘monster in the garden’ part of you.” Dommi enjoyed being able to tease Cherine for a change, though her teasing of Cherine is always more gentle than her teasing of me.
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Cherine looked into Wendy’s troubled eyes. “If Robert did not have that part of him, I would still be alone, Dommi would be with some hairy Greek who would make her miserable and you would be dead. He is right sis, you must not lose that part of you.”
I called little Wendy and she came out, bouncing with joy. *You came back!*
*You are surprised? I may be a silly-billy (goat _ katsika), but I always keep my promises to people I love.*
She had grown and as her confidence returned she had reverted, becoming more like a five year old. We played and I called to Wendy to join us. The little one hid behind me, afraid and shy. *This is your older sister love. You belong together, you are a part of each other. She wants to play with us cause she also does not get to play very often.*
It did not take long for us to see that Wendy was captivated by her little half. Once they were giggling and playing like old friends I suggested we go dance. Dommi enfolded both within her and we went dancing.
I showed Wendy, in her mind what she should do. The two danced around each other, though the little one kept darting off to me, exchanging her motes for mine, binding me to her in more than one way. Soon though, their dance was a tight orbit around each other, their glows blending into one. Wendy called to her little sister to come in and unite with her. I felt I was losing a child, a friend as she/they melded. Cherine sent me a kiss and we returned to our bodies. For the first time Wendy was not back first. As I began to worry she opened her eyes.
“She found her old place in me. I feel good Robbie.” I also felt good and I managed to hide my little sadness, my longing for my tiny friend, hiding my feelings and memories deep inside, for me to look at in my own private moments, to remember and treasure her.
“Robert,” Cherine’s voice was tender, her dark eyes looking deep into me, finding my secret places, “do you need to be alone for a while?”
“No my love. I need to feel you all holding me, we also have to welcome back our Wendy girl.”
Somehow, at first, sex was not appropriate. It was a moment of reverence, of adoring my Wendy and imprinting her in my mind so that I remember this moment forever. With the passing of the moments our bodies began to respond to each other and our need returned at full blast. I could not get enough of the scent and taste of her and as I devoted myself to my exquisite Wendy, Cherine and Dommi gave of their loving to the rest of her. It must have been overwhelming for her to be loved by three persons at once for she went into spasms of an orgasm that carried on and on until she was exhausted. Once her body had stopped shaking to her inner explosions, I lay with her for a while and shared her sweet breath, letting the others also taste of her childish purity.
Cherine then came into my arms, her lips greedy for my lips. As my tongue slid into her she began to spasm and I felt myself begin to throb with my readiness. Without pausing longer than it took to calm Cherine and give her the warm after-sex feeling that comes more from love, as I held her tightly to me, I turned to my patient Dommi. She had given of her loving to both girls and was even now holding Wendy in her arms, but I could feel her ache for me.
“Your love must be very deep to wait for me. Won’t you open yourself to me my love, so that you can feel my love for you?”
“I don’t need to Roberto. I feel it all the time.” But she did open to me, her mind, heart and body. Our loving had its own kind of satisfaction; the pleasure of holding a full size woman who not only needs the gentleness of love, but can also take the wild urgency of my need without me fearing I will hurt her.
As we turned to sleep, our two sweet little girls lay upon/betwixt us, filling our warmth with a deep feeling of satisfaction; of being one family.
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Chapter Thirty Nine
I invited Alki and Marian over. There were certain educational decisions which had to be made, mostly to do with Cherine, and I felt her mother should be part of them.
“Marian, I’ve been expecting you to have a go at me for a while now. Since we grabbed Wendy, neither of the girls have been back to school. Obviously Wendy could not go, but for Cherine the problem was slightly different and there was no need for her to stop yet. This is how I see the problems. Cherine is nine years old and will continue to look her age, not that she still looks nine, it might just be me, but I find that she looks younger than when I first met her, but whatever the truth is, she will not age at the same rate as the other kids.
She could have finished this school year, but by next year September she will stick out. If we push it, with a bit of help from our healers, she could manage the next year also. Wendy has the same problem. Marian, they must continue their education, I would even like them to go to university afterwards, so I have tried to consider other possibilities. For instance, even if we educate them out of the school system, they will still need to put in a personal appearance for the exams. How do they go through high school and university looking like little kids?”
“I have worried about her schooling, but did not say anything as I felt sure you were working on a plan.”
“I had thought of subscribing to the service which parents use for educating their children at home. As for the exams, for those few days I could project an older image of them. However, what I’ve mentioned is not my exclusive worry. We, often I, tend to forget that they are still children. They need the interaction with kids of their own age. Let me give an example. You remember that Cherine made a friend called Maria-Elena. She enjoyed playing and talking with her. If they are to continue being friends, what happens next year, or the year thereafter? Maria-Elena will look much older and it is not likely she will want to be her friend for much longer.”
“I don’t need any other friends. I have Dommi and Wendy. They both play with me. Soon we will have our babies and they will grow up also.”
Marian disagreed with her, “Robert is right Cherine. You must have friends outside of the family. Even with our daughter and your two babies, it is not healthy; the babies must grow up with friends of their own. All the children will have this problem.” Alki nodded in agreement with her.
“Alki, not just ours. Tasso and Stella will have the same problem with their children. I was hoping we could create numerous new circles which would relieve us of this problem. Nothing we have tried has helped us find new talents, so we cannot count on that solution providing them with companions in the near future.”
Dommi added, “It is not just the children who have a problem Roberto. I am already getting funny looks from my friends. They are ageing while I have become younger looking. Luckily my family and friends still think it is because of my pregnancy.”
Alki added, “Dominique is right. For how long can I run my business. Every week that goes by I am looking younger. The staff are already talking and once my bankers and associate begin to question, I will be in trouble. How long before Themi has the same problem?”
Wendy asked, afraid to intrude, “Robbie, can I ask a question?”
“Of course you can, you don’t have to ask permission love.”
“Why are you looking for talents? You now have, Alki and Marian, Themi, Tasso and Stella and the sons. You also have Dommi and myself. None of us had any talent. Well, we did not until you took us to the void and opened us.”
“Actually Wendy, Robert has not searched the one place he would find some talents.”
“Before I answer you Wendy, I sure would like to know what you mean Alki. Where should I have looked?”
“At the asylums. Any person growing up alone with any of these talents, they would be committed to a mental institution.”
Cherine asked, “If I had not met Robert, that would have happened to me?”
Αλέξανδρος Ζήνον Ευσταθίου
(Alexander Zenon Eustace)26th March, 2019
- posted on Steemit: 26th March, 2019
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