The Last Incubus Ch 18

The Last Incubus: Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Remote control orgasms.

"A lying tongue hates those it hurts, and a flattering mouth works ruin." Proverbs 26 v. 28.

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Thursday, December 7

6:30 comes early when you get to bed after 3 AM.

The hot shower helped to revive me a little, but I still felt like a zombie when I stumbled into the kitchen. For the second day in a row, Tina had a breakfast of eggs, toast, and coffee ready for me when I came in.

"Long night last night?" she asked as I sat down.

Just like yesterday, she was smiling and looked absolutely radiant.

"I'd trade my left nut for a full night's sleep right now," I mumbled as I took a sip of coffee. I normally took it with milk, but this was black. I was desperate.

Tina giggled softly.

"Are you feeling okay?" I asked sleepily.

"Oh, Ross! I've never felt better! Why do you ask?" she practically gushed.

"It's just that I've never seen you so... so cheerful. Is there something going on that I should know about?" I asked sipping my coffee.

"I'm just in a good mood, that's all," she smiled. Her blue eyes seemed to sparkle.

"Did something happen last night?"

"Nothing special. Richard stopped by and we talked for a bit."

"And?" I asked, taking another sip of coffee.

"And nothing. We just sat and talked, that's all. Oh, we did kiss and cuddle a little," she replied.

"That's all you did? Kiss and cuddle? No sex?"

"No. Why all the questions? Don't tell me you're jealous," she smiled.

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous of Richard?"

She laughed. "Three days ago, you had a 6-inch penis, but after you found out that Richard's was 8 inches, it's now 81/2 inches long. I thought you might have had a little penis envy."

I blushed. "Alright, maybe I was a little jealous, but you look so radiantly happy. I thought something else might have happened. Did he propose to you or something?"

Tina laughed. "Propose? Why would he do that? He's a married man."

"Wait. I'm confused. He's married?" I asked.

"Yes. What's so confusing about that?"

"But you're... you're, um... sleeping with him."

"Yeah. So?"

I was dumbfounded. I literally didn't know what to say. Tina broke the silence.

"Ross, we're two consenting adults having a little fun together. It's only sex. What's so confusing about that?"

"Does his wife know about this?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if she does. It's not like I'm trying to steal him away from her. He's happy and we both enjoy some great sex, not to mention that I get to eat some great food for free," she explained.

"You mean you eat for free because you have sex with him?"

She furrowed her brow. "Of course not! I'm not some kind of whore! I'm perfectly capable of paying for my own meals, but when he invites me to dine with him, he naturally picks up the tab at his own restaurant. The only reason he paid for our meal last week was because I told him it was your first time in Bangor and your first time dining at a fine restaurant. He insisted on treating us."

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood what you meant when you said you eat for free. I didn't mean to insult you. What about the staff at the restaurant? Do they know?"

"I'm sure they do, but everyone there is discrete. I take it you disapprove?" she asked, frowning.

I paused before answering. Growing up, I overheard my parents whispering about Tina's parents having extra-marital affairs. They clearly disapproved of what Aunt Piper and Uncle Walter were doing and it led to a major rift between my mother and her sister. My mother was especially concerned about the effect those extra-marital relationships would have on Tina. After that, Tina wasn't allowed to come and visit me on the farm, and I didn't see her again until I arrived in Bangor. The thought of Tina being Richard's mistress shocked and disappointed me, but I also didn't want to start another family feud.

"I guess I'm going to need some time to think about it. It's not my place to approve or disapprove, but I've never heard of these things turning out well for someone in your position. I care about you, and I don't want to see you get hurt. Anyway, I'm a sex demon. I'm in no position to criticize you or anyone else when it comes to sex and what people do with their bodies."

Tina gave me a long, hard look. It looked like she might have had a tear in her eye when she responded.

"You don't have to worry about me getting hurt. I'm not in love with him. Like I said, it's just sex, just two consenting adults having a little fun together," she sniffled. She quickly turned her back towards me and wiped her face.

"Tina, are you alright? Did I say something wrong? I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." I placed a hand on her shoulder.

She sniffled and took a deep breath before turning back to me, plastering a smile on her face. But it was one of the saddest smiles I had ever seen.

"I'm fine. You said nothing wrong, and you didn't hurt my feelings at all, just the opposite. In fact, I don't think you could ever hurt my feelings."

"Do you need a hug?"

She nodded.

We embraced, Tina buried her head in my shoulder and to a deep breath and let it out, shuddering. I rubbed her back as she sobbed to herself quietly.

"I don't know what's going on with you, but I'm here for you if you need me,"

I whispered.

"You have no idea how much that means to me,"

she whispered back.

She seemed to perk up after that. We broke the hug, and her real smile and good mood returned.

I left for class even more curious about her behavior. Whatever the reason, I was glad she was happy again.

I got to campus early and I waited outside the Advanced Forensics classroom for Bailie. When she rounded the corner and saw me, she turned to walk away, but I quickly caught up with her.

"Bailie, wait! Why won't you talk with me?"

"Leave me alone!" she said, looking down at the floor.

"I heard what happened at the diner and I've been worried about you."

"What do you care? I waited all weekend for you to show up at the diner like you promised, but you never came," she replied.

Her eyes were tearful, and as I studied her face, a small drop ran down her cheek. I wiped it away with my thumb.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to be there, but something happened."

She looked up at me. Her eyes were still moist, but a puzzled expression crossed her face.

"You look different... you're taller! Are you wearing platforms or something?" she asked, looking down at my shoes.

"Ah, no. Um... I had a growth spurt. None of my clothes fit and I had to get a couple outfits over the weekend. That's why I couldn't get to the diner." It was a half-truth, but the only thing I could tell her.

"Oh. But you're

a lot

taller. I didn't know you could grow so quickly in such a short amount of time. Wasn't that painful?"

"I grew five inches over the weekend, and I was sore and achy afterwards. But I'm more worried about you. Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"I was shaken up pretty badly, but I think I'm okay now. However, the diner's been trashed. Those guys did thousands of dollars' worth of damage and until it opens, I'm out of money."

"That's awful. I tried to call and text you, but you didn't answer."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't. When I took out my phone to call the police, one of them grabbed it and threw it against the wall. It's total trash now," she explained.

I put my arms around her in a hug and she buried her face in my shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I should have called you on Friday or Saturday and let you know that I couldn't make it," I said, rubbing her back.

"No, I'm the one who should apologize for getting angry with you. You've always been so kind and understanding. I should have told you what happened on Tuesday," she replied.

I hugged her tighter. "No. I was the one who should have--"

"Ahem. Class starts in one minute. Are you two going to keep apologizing to each other or are you going to join us?" Professor Talisman asked. He was standing behind me on his way in with his briefcase in his hand.

We followed him into the classroom and took our regular seats in the front row. After class, Bailie and I stayed in our seats to talk.

"Before you start apologizing to Miss Mousseux again, Mr. McPherson, don't forget about that DNA result assignment you owe me," Professor Talisman reminded me before he left.

"I had an idea about that," Bailie remarked.

"Me, too. What was your idea?" I asked.

"Maybe you should go first."

"I'm more interested in what you have to say," I replied.

"Well, it's your assignment, you should go first."

"Ladies first."

Bailie giggled. "Do you know what we sound like? A couple of middle schoolers."

I chuckled. "You're right. Okay, I'll go first. I wondered if maybe I was adopted, and my parents never told me about it."

Bailie's mouth flew open. "That's exactly what I was going to say!"

"See, I knew you should have gone first."

"Ross, can you think of anything about you that might be different from either of your parents, genetically speaking?" she asked.

"Only minor things, really. I mean I tan more easily in the summer. My folks are always worried about sunburns and skin cancer. Whenever we'd work the farm in the summer we were always slathering on the sunscreen, but there were times when I forgot to put it on and I never got burnt," I noted.

"Anything else?"

"Well, my mom has red hair and my dad had blonde hair before he went bald, and as you can see, my hair is black," I replied.

"What about your eyes? Do they have brown eyes like you?" she asked.

I had to think. I never really thought much about their eye color until now.

"I'm not sure. I think they both have blue eyes," I answered.

"Ross! That seems pretty obvious to me. Gee, for someone as smart as you, you're not very observant of your own parents!"

"Hey look, I was an only child and up until now I had no reason to even think I was adopted. But now with the DNA results, I should probably call my folks and ask them about it," I replied.

I didn't mention this to Bailie, but it might also explain my transformation into an incubus. A chill ran down my spine as I remembered as a kid watching an old movie on television called "Rosemary's Baby" about some woman giving birth to a hellspawn. I never saw the last half of the movie because my mother turned it off.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to insult you, I only meant that I was surprised that you didn't think of those details earlier--oh, rats! I did it again! Ross, I didn't mean that I thought you were--"

I interrupted her self-deprecations. "No worries. I was thinking the same thing. Let's go back to what happen on Sunday night. Why didn't anyone try to stop them or even call the police?"

"Oh, Ross! Maybe it was a good thing that you weren't there. We were just getting ready to close. Roger was throwing his usual fit in the kitchen about cleaning, when we heard several loud crashes along with the sound of glass breaking and tables and chairs being thrown about. Roger forgot his phone at home as usual, and when he tried to use the diner's landline, someone had cut the wires. I had gone out to investigate the noise and when I saw the two guys wearing ski masks, I took out my phone to call the police. That's when they grabbed me and smashed my phone before I could make the call."

"Did they hurt you?" I asked.

"A little. They tore my uniform, but I think they mostly just wanted to scare me. I have a bunch of bruises where the one guy held me," she replied.

"Was that the one that sounded like Gil?" I asked.

"Yes, but I'd rather not talk about it. Thinking about it give me nightmares."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you relive bad memories," I said contritely.

"You don't have to apologize--wait a minute, how did you know the guy that grabbed me sounded like Gil? I haven't told anyone about that, not even the police," she asked looking at me curiously.

I froze. I remembered Gil's voice from dream-walking into Bailie's nightmares. Then I remembered something else.

"I was walking down the street the other day and he, um, shoved me from behind and told me he had done something to you. His exact words were 'I've already taken care of Mousey.' So, I assumed he was the one that grabbed you," I improvised.

"Oh, that makes sense, I guess."

"Too bad it isn't enough to go to the police with."

"Yeah. They're still investigating. Unfortunately, as long as the case is open, the insurance company won't cover the damages and the diner remains closed. I don't know how I'm going to pay the rent and next semester's tuition. I have almost nothing in savings," she mourned.

"What about your stepfather? Can't he help, or is he too drunk to care?" I asked.

For the second time, Bailie's looked at me with a curious expression.

"I never told you my stepfather drank," she noted.

For the second time, I froze. Bailie was right, it was also something I learned while dream-walking. Perhaps my lack of sleep was catching up with me and I was confusing dreams with reality.

"Oh, you're right. Now that you mentioned it, I think it was something that came to me in a dream." It was a half-truth, but the only thing I could come up with at the spur of the moment.

"You dreamt about my stepfather?"

"No, not exactly. I had a dream about you and the two guys that came in and smashed up the diner. After they left, you told me that your stepfather was a heavy drinker and how upset he would be if you lost your job," I explained.

Her eyes went wide in amazement. "The funny thing is, you're right about my stepfather. He gets mean when he's drunk, which is pretty much all the time, now. I think he has PTSD from his tours in Iraq, but I can't convince him to go to the VA and get treated," she replied.

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said.

"But do you want to know something else that's strange? For the past couple of nights, I've been seeing you in those nightmares I've been having about that night in the diner. I think I remember telling you about my stepfather in them, too," she replied.

"Well, they say great minds think alike. Maybe they dream alike, too," I chuckled, hoping to sound convincing.

"It's a little weird, if you ask me," she replied.

Before I left for my Business Marketing class, I convinced her to meet me for lunch and allow me treat.

I arrived at the Business Marketing classroom at the same time as Tripp's girlfriend, Gabriela did. Gabriela normally looked great, well dressed and not a hair out of place, but her hair was mussed, and she looked upset.

"Gabriela are you okay?" I asked as she pushed past me as if I wasn't there. I tried to speak with her again after class, but again, she brushed me off.

"Ask Mr. Wizard," was all she said as she hurried off.

I made a mental note to talk to Tripp when I got to the gym.

At lunch, Bailie brought up the topic of April and rumors about the flying devil doll after losing her virginity.

"That was a horrible trick to pull on that poor girl. Losing her virginity is awkward enough, but she must have felt terrified afterwards."

"I can relate to that. The first time I had sex was in a car during a thunderstorm, although I think I was too frightened to feel awkward," I commented.

I saw an image of a demon then, too. But that demon turned out to be me.

"Your first time was in a car?" she asked.

"Yeah. It was a bit cramped, but the front seat went all the way back, and that helped. What about you?" I asked.

"I was... I'd rather not talk about it," Bailie suddenly went very quiet.

I reached across the table for her hand.

"I'm sorry. That was thoughtless of me to even ask the question. How is that laptop--" I asked quickly to change the subject.

"No, it's alright. It's just that something happened that gives me nightmares whenever I think about it," she interrupted, withdrawing her hand.

We sat in silence for a bit until I saw a small tear run down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away with her hand.

"I'm sorry, I have to go," she said as she promptly stood and left, leaving her tray with the remains of her lunch behind.

She left so quickly that by the time I picked up the trays and left them on the return receptacles, she was nowhere to be seen.

With the afternoon free, I went to the library to do some reading and log into the DNA registry to see if I could find anyone with possible links to my DNA.

The registry was linked with several hundred similar DNA sites across the globe. I started with my European side: "Eastern Europe, central Europe, and southern England," according to my report. There were multiple matches, mostly in England, but quite a few around New York City, Chicago, Boston, and Miami. There were two in upstate New York, near Buffalo and one in Bangor, Maine!

I had no idea how up to date the information was. Some of those contacts may have passed away, and the data only gave match points, there were no names or actual addresses listed. This was not going to be easy.

I decided to switch to the DNA records from the Middle East/Syria/Lebanon area. This constituted exactly half of my DNA, meaning one of my parents came from that region.

Surprisingly, there were no close matches from that part of the globe. There were some distant or "dilute" matches that might refer to remotely distant cousins, but nothing that would indicate a very close relationship and certainly not a parent. As I searched the site more and more, nothing came up in other parts of the Arab world, Africa, Asia, or Europe. Looking in the US, I started with traditional Middle Eastern communities and major cities like New York and Chicago, but no close matches were found. The same was true for Upstate New York. But when I looked at New England, I found a perfect match - in Bangor!

With two strong matches in Bangor, things were beginning to come together. This would explain the mysterious business scholarship that brought me here. Now I could comb through the citizens of Bangor and the surrounding communities to find who those two matches belonged to. If they were my birth parents, most likely they were still together.

That started me thinking about my parents back in New York, the two people who raised me, fed me, sheltered me, and loved me. I needed to call them tonight and ask about what had happened. Maybe they knew who my birth parents were.

The more I thought about my birth parents, the more I wondered why they didn't raise me themselves. If they were rich and powerful enough to arrange an all-paid scholarship at the college in Bangor, then surely, they could afford to raise me. Maybe they were poor when they had me and made it big later on. But if that were the case, then why not simply show themselves and tell me what happened?

I did my research in the front section of the library, so I could keep an eye out for April Menard. I wanted to see how she was doing after "Operation Gossip" was completed. It was while I was thinking about finding my birth parents that I saw her walk in and approach the front desk.

"Yes?"

Miss Goodman whispered.

"I came in to thank you for your kind words the other night,"

April whispered loudly.

My demonic hearing was able to pick up every word.

"Who are you, and what are you talking about?"

Miss Goodman asked. Her 'resting bitch face' starting to scowl.

"April Menard, Ma'am. I'm sure you remember...Oh, I see, you're being discrete. That's okay, Miss Goodman, I don't mind if others know about our conversation."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. When did this supposed conversation happen?"

"Tuesday night, Ma'am,"

April replied, there was a hint of concern in her voice.