Finale

KARI' NEW LIFE Pt. 11

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"Believe in your heart that you're meant to live a life full of passion, purpose, magic and miracles." -- Roy T. Bennett

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***FLASH-IMMEDIATE***

JANUARY 15, 2080--VIDOR, DOURAVIA (WORLD NEWS DESK)--DOURAVIA'S AGELESS DOWAGER QUEEN DISAPPEARS

After several days of widespread speculation, a spokesperson for the newly crowned rulers of Douravia, their Royal Majesties King Rupert III and Queen Sonja, this evening confirmed rumors that King Rupert's mother, the Dowager Queen Kari Mathilde, has disappeared. Eyewitness reports differ concerning events leading up to the disappearance; however, those closest to the Dowager agree that it started unfolding as Queen Kari, who, even at the age of 90 still looked to be in her early 50's, greeted guests at Chateau Devereaux following the coronation of her son as the next king of Douravia.

All agree that the Dowager Queen greeted and spoke briefly with a tall man in his 60s, with erect military bearing and black hair shot through with silver. From that point, accounts vary: half of those questioned stated that the unidentified man caught Queen Kari as she fainted and collapsed. Other witnesses reported that Queen Kari gave a strangled cry before falling into the stranger's arms. One witness stated, which no one else can confirm, that the man introduced himself using the name Lazarus.

While King Rupert and Queen Sonja continued to greet well-wishers, the Dowager's daughter, Dr. Valerie Devereaux, Dr. Stephen Devereaux, and the stranger helped the elderly dowager out of the room. The Drs. Devereaux returned shortly afterwards, smiling, and assured all those present that the Dowager was fine and resting comfortably. When the family looked for her the next morning, she had disappeared without a trace.

This reporter has contacted the Border Control Division of the Douravian National Police. The DNP either cannot, or will not, confirm the arrival or departure of anyone with the first or last name 'Lazarus' within the last month. World News Desk will issue further reports as facts become available.

--End Story--

November 2, 2084

The mature couple: a tall dark-haired man and a woman with striking silver hair, lay on the beach of their private island. They were nude...as they had been for most of the previous 40 months...except of course for the day the previous year when they rode out the Category 3 hurricane that passed directly over their island paradise. "Are you ready for more sunscreen, Pet?" The man asked.

"Mmmm. Please." The woman rolled onto her belly, revealing the large, brilliantly colored tattoos of a butterfly and rose bouquet on the left side of her back. "Be careful of this slave's bottom, Master, it's still tingly from last night...this slave apologizes again for forgetting to comb its hair. Perhaps Master, as punishment you should shave this slave's head so it doesn't forget again?" The man carefully oiled the woman's backside. When he finished, he leaned over and kissed each of her still-red butt cheeks.

"I saw the e-mail from Kate Hellsen. Are you planning to attend the Thanksgiving Dinner and meeting of the Sisterhood after all these years?" The man asked.

"Honestly, I hate the idea of putting on clothes and leaving the island. Then again, Kate did say that for the first time in almost 11 years we have a new sister...a young woman. I guess I'd like to greet her."

"Good. I'll make the flight arrangements. I'll contact the Morningsides; David says the grandkids have done wonderful things with the old B+B... without changing the ambience."

"Do you think we'll be safe?"

"Darling, I'm pretty sure we've outlived everyone who was a threat to us. Plus, the passports I obtained for us have new names. Did Kate mention the name of the newest sister?"

"Yeah. She said it's Willow Gallagher."

"That's a nice name. Did Kate say what happened when Willow met the rose?"

"No. Only that it was the most amazing thing the rose has ever done and that all will be revealed at our meeting."

"That sounds mysterious. Oh. Have you heard from Valerie, Stephen, or Rupert?"

"I have. Rupert says that my disappearance is rarely spoken of anymore. He also reports that he and Sonja have another grandchild on the way. Valerie and Stephen are still down in Southern Africa. They and their team are shuttling back and forth between Botswana, Zimbabwe, Tanzania, Kenya, and Namibia. That awful Elephantine Virus is spreading and threatening the extinction of the African Elephant if they can't stop it."

"We should send a couple million to their foundation to make sure they have funding for their research."

"I agree."

The woman rose off the sand and straddled the man. She lowered herself carefully, as her master had decided to be very, very, long and thick for the day. She had to move the leash attached to her collar out of the way. She carefully leaned down and lightly kissed the three tiny scars on her master's chest. "This slave was thinking...for dinner tonight...how about Master's Choice." The man reached up and tugged gently on the substantial gold chain running between the gold hoops in the woman's nipples, making her gasp.

"Good idea."

THE END

Author's Conclusion

Thanks for reading the 'A Rose Called Miracle' stories. I'd especially like to thank those who've taken the time to rate and comment on the stories. It's taken me three+ years to complete what started as a simple exercise to write an erotic short story about the amorous pursuits of a gardener (David) as the new rose he's developed and introduced into the gardens of a few customers begins to grant his clients their deepest sexual fantasies: with David there to participate in them. Over the months and years of the Covid restrictions, and despite a computer crash where I lost the entire first book and several chapters of the second, 'The Rose' kept growing as I asked myself 'what if'.

As I've said before, if you have enjoyed my characters, feel free to ask 'what if' and take them on new adventures. Also, now that you've read my version, don't worry about canon. As you can see, in the universe where the Rose Called Miracle exists...nothing is impossible.

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