Flawed Membranes and Lots of Sex
Jonathan Sawyer
Here is an extended summary of the story we are going to tell. It's both commonplace and extraordinary because it combines reality and fantasy; however, both have unusual outcomes as we shall see. Eventually the principals will be involved in some pretty evocative sexual encounters because of their choices. Stick around...
A man who, for most of his twenties, had not had a lot of success with attracting the "right" woman, suddenly finds himself gifted with the ability to identify those women who would be receptive to his charms just by looking in their direction and making eye contact. He found that there would be an aura emanating from these women who potentially could be a sexual partner and who would be worth his time trying to court or seduce.
This is, of course, every bachelor's dream.
How the "power" came into being is mysterious. Keith MacIntosh didn't do anything unusual; he didn't have any extrasensory perception, as far as he knew. He discovered one day at a singles bar that a woman who was enveloped in a bluish corona was the one he should concentrate on, not the others who appeared approachable but in the long run would turn out to be a waste of time.
Keith met Cynthia this way, but it seems that Cynthia herself also possessed a similar occult power to identify, via some telepathic connection, the "right" man who would be compatible with her wishes and desires. Hence, she would be spared the annoyance of dating a sequence of men in search of that compatible person of her dreams.
The problem was: Keith's psychic powers continued after he and Cynthia met, and hers also endured. If they both came into a room, they would know immediately which individuals would be receptive to a sexual relationship or not. Their choice, in this case, would be simple but difficult to control: refuse to act on impulse, stay with the person they had originally chosen: in a sense, deny temptation and remain faithful in love and emotional commitment. How could they do it?
Cynthia, if she were bored or unusually stimulated by other men, could pick and choose her partner...for the night or even a more extended relationship. She would of course remain "faithful" to Keith if she chose to do so, while he in turn could "play the field"--even though he preferred his initial selection: the beautiful woman who had fulfilled his every wish: the lady swathed in blue.
Things get more complicated when more people are "colorized" almost at random, or so it seems.
A parapsychologist and an occultist with a strange gypsy name will get involved to find a solution to the attraction exerted by the coloration effect...to no one's full satisfaction.
Moral values break down, a couple of swinger sex parties complicate matters-- all in the hope of finding closure and resolution.
"Linguam-kora" and lots of it makes us partially whole again (what?). The membrane can tear and be damaged and the colorized essence of your being can escape... (to understand, you need to read a little further...)
An over-sexed sister gets mixed up in this dilemma and it doesn't turn out very well. She's relentlessly pursued by a theoretical physicist from M. I. T. who cannot get enough of her essential life force...In the end, the people involved will go their ways and justice will be done...or maybe a little bit.
The future is of course murky, unpredictable, as always...
Not all strings will be neatly tied. "What
ifs"
abound... The mystery will persist in the same way that life throws us a curve ball from time to time...
(Just for your information [and relief], there will be a limited amount of prose text in this tale. Modern readers live in a digitized world of terse commentary. Without their smart phones, they are beached whales struggling to return to the depths of the sea where they swim with artful grace.)
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It was this fear of growing old alone and isolated that motivated Keith to take advantage of his sudden and mysterious gift.
Keith MacIntosh, 28 years of age, college graduate, relatively good-looking (at least he was told that by several ladies he had dated), worked as a financial advisor in a large brokerage firm, and for several years had tried to find the "woman of his dreams" without much success. Since he was tall (about 6' 2") and athletic--he kept in shape at the gym--he had been successful in getting dates but very few had worked out.
However, one evening as he was having drinks after work with friends from the office at a "singles bar," he noted that a relatively young woman, very attractive and professionally dressed, had a bluish aura surrounding her. She was sitting at the bar with female friends or colleagues and didn't seem to be expecting anyone
For a few minutes Keith stared at this "haloed" person, assuming the bizarre effect was produced by special lighting in the room. He looked all around, both front and back, but she was the only person with the colorful illumination that was surrounding her body. There were two or three other women with very mild coronae in the restaurant but nothing similar to the woman at the bar.
He even asked his friends if they noticed any unusual lighting effect around the women sitting on the bar stools. "Hey, kiddo," a friend answered, "maybe you should cut back on the booze for a while. They look pretty normal to me." The others also concurred with laughter and teasing.
Keith joined in with the laughter, shook his head, and forgot about the aura-like effect he had noticed. After a while, he needed to go to the bathroom, excused himself and approached the bar where the young women were seated. As he moved closer, the intensity of the bluish corona grew stronger, almost hypnotic. He assumed his eyes were playing tricks on him and he walked into the men's room with a sense of wonder.
As he came back, he passed very near to the woman with the bluish corona. Instead of chatting with her bar mates, she turned to look at him. Keith was mesmerized by her intense, unblinking stare that seemed to speak to him in a familiar way.
"Hi," he said, almost transfixed. She smiled and nodded but didn't answer. Her friends turned and looked at him with curiosity.
Back at the table, he could almost feel her eyes fixated on him. The halo-effect was still prevalent when he looked her way. Keith's friends, who had other plans for the evening, began to go their separate ways. The women at the bar were standing up; two of them were obviously married from their ring fingers. Men came up to greet them. He could see the woman, bathed in a blue aura, say something to one of her companions.
In an unexpected move, she walked slowly and deliberately to Keith's table.
"Hi, yourself," she said, smiling. "I'm with some friends and we're going out to dinner. I'm Cynthia. Here's my card. I'd like to hear from you. Let's talk."
Keith was completely taken aback; he pulled out his own card and handed it to her. "Keith," he said. She glanced at the card for a moment as though memorizing its contents.
"Nice to meet you, Keith," Cynthia replied with an interested, curious look.
"Same here."
Keith watched her rejoin her friends. The aura had weakened somewhat but she was still immersed in blue as she headed for the exit.
Keith scanned her card: "Cynthia Jackson, account manager." She was also in the financial world. She looked very old school, Ivy League and a wealthy family background. He could be mistaken, but most likely this was an accurate assessment.
In a spontaneous manner, Keith texted her as he sat at the table, gathering his thoughts.
"Great to see you tonight. Are you free sometime tomorrow? Text me for details."
When he got back to his apartment, carrying two sacks of groceries, he pulled out his smart phone and noticed there was a text message from Cynthia.
"Keith. I'm sitting here with a nice guy. Boring but chatty. What are you doing?"
"Putting away groceries and turning on the TV. Boring. Glad you texted me. I find you very attractive."
"Fast operator, huh? Let's talk about who we are, really. Not now but later. Say midnight?"
"So he's not going to sleep over?"
"They never sleep over unless I'm impressed. He's not my type."
"Okay. Talk to you then. Lots to tell you."
"I can't wait. My auburn guy."
"Must have been bad lighting. I'm dark blond, not auburn."
"Gotta go. He's coming back. You're interesting."
