THE ALCHEMY OF MY REMAKING: YELLOW
INTRO:
The Code:
Yellow is the color of trust
Orange for royalty
Red for lust
Brown for the richness of the earth, coffee, cocoa, and crude oil
There were sophisticated ladies and there was Lady M. Everything about her was out of a fifties Hollywood movie. She used a long filter to smoke cigarettes. She wore long gloves and wide-brimmed hat. He sensuality was unprecedented. I lost to her that night. It was well past the witching hour. The game was Texas Hold'em. The price: my indentured servitude for a year. I should have known better than to tangle with a head witch who was at least a hundred years old. Yes, this was the world where witches lived and breathed. No doubt, she was beautiful and kept that way by magic. Imagine if you reached the age of a fit forty and just stayed that way until-or perchance-you met death by misadventure.
The limousine drove through the fall foliage at dusk. The ominous black gate opened and the car proceeded to the countryside manor. I slept and breakfasted and that's where it all ended. There was a hubbub of activity. There were unseen servants madly flitting about-that is they were white-gloved hands magically animated to do her bidding. She did have one human servant: a Swiss-speaking, very tall blonde, in a classic French maid's outfit. She wore black spiked heels and no underwear and was always bending over in front of me to do dusting with a little, black feather duster or pick something up.
The last thing I remember was her bending right in front of me with those perfectly symmetrical, dark and lush lips. There was no hair upon her lips and when she bent over far enough her clit protruded out. It was as if some great generator fired up in the loins. I could hear the engine hum-then everything went black.
