This is his side of the story... hers coming soon.
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The thoughts raced through his mind like the tide of the river he was watching below him. It had almost been a year since she had left, and still the sting was as venomous now as it had been back then. He looked at the almost silver circle he held in hands not really knowing what to do with it, but knowing it could no longer remain in his hands. Was it just the circle that needed to go, or had this whole situation grown to a place that there was no longer an answer in sight?
To answer that he would have to answer the even bigger question that remained in front of him. Why could he not let her go? Why was she all he thought about? Why couldn't he go a day without thinking of her golden locks framing her face like God himself had designed her hair to do so? When would he be able to get those piercing blue eyes out of his mind? Why did he still desire to touch her soft, milky skin, even grab those amazingly curvy hips of hers? She had moved on, why couldn't he? As he struggled with this, his mind began to drift back to a time where this was not the struggle, and happier times lived...
(Almost a year in the past)
He had hatched these plans weeks ago, and only now was it coming to fruition. It was a few weeks before her graduation from residency, and the pride he felt for her was almost engulfing. He wanted nothing more than to make this weekend special for her, and so far he had felt he had failed. The pirate flag did not come out the way he was expecting, nor had the blanket he had hand made for her (logos and all). The bottles he had painted and stuffed with notes for her looked awful, and all in all he felt like he had failed her.
Yet in spite of all of this he knew he had hit a home run with his next graduation present for her. The excitement built in him as he thought of when he was going to give it to her. Half of the impact in giving a sentimental gift was the timing of it, and he knew his timing could not be off. Luckily he didn't have to wait long before that moment arrived.
It was warm that June day, and there hadn't been much going on around the town that she lived in. On the docket of that evening was making dinner, and watching zombies rip apart everyday citizens ideas of what a peaceful night should be on TV. They sat together in silence, boredom slowly creeping in on them. This was a rare occurrence, but it does happen to everyone from time to time.
It was in this mood shift that the urge hit him and he could not hold off any longer. He looked around for his sealed envelope. He spotted it near her book case, and got up to retrieve, bringing forth a questioning look from her.
"What's up babe?" she inquired. He looked back at her with a devilish grin, and her lips went from questioning smirk to amused half smile. "Should I be worried right now?" she playfully bantered.
"Maybe a little" he laughed. He walked over to her and kissed her forehead as he slipped on his flip flops. "You should read this exactly ten seconds after I leave.
"Leave? Where are you going? We don't get much time together, and you're leaving me..." he captured her lips in mid-inquisition. He relayed how hungry he was for her in this kiss, and soon she was responding. He felt her begin to give in a little too much so he abruptly ended the kiss as gazed in to her ocean blue eyes.
"Just read it. I'll be back in an hour. What do you want for dinner?"
The look on her face was a cross between amusement and irritation.
"I really don't know why you're leaving. I could help with groceries..." he again kissed her. "Would you please stop doing that? Tell me what is going on!"
He kissed her forehead once more. "Just read it. It will explain everything." And with that he grabbed his keys and walked out the door. He had gotten almost all the way downstairs when he realized he had forgotten his wallet. He turned around and re-entered the apartment only to see her fully engrossed in the letter. He grabbed his wallet next to the door, and let himself out. Judging by her reaction this was going to be a very long hour.
For what she was reading was a letter and a present strictly for her. Ok maybe not entirely for her, but majority of it was. They had talked about their different fantasies, and a few of hers had yet been unfulfilled. This was his attempt to give this to her. So a week ahead of time he had written this letter to her.
My Queen,
Words cannot describe how much love for you is in my heart. I wish to fulfill you as you have done for me. With that in mind I lay before a challenge. You have exactly one hour from the time I have left the apartment to prepare yourself. One minute to long and this offer will not happen. You will bathe yourself, using the shampoo that I find intoxicating. You will not shave yourself any more than you already have. You will then proceed to dress in one of my plain white t shirts, and the undergarment you will find in a bag in the bedroom. You will also bring your sleep mask into the bedroom and cover your eyes. I will find you lying on the bed with your head at the foot of the bed, or this offer will not be fulfilled. You actually have 58 minutes now.
Love Always,
Redbeard
The very thought of what was going to happen when he got home had him over charged. He thought he might just explode in his pants just thinking about it. No, he had to refocus his mind; he had tasks to complete, and fifty-five minutes to do it in.
He began his shopping with a quick stop at the local ice cream shop and got a chocolate, peanut butter, bacon shake. Shockingly it was quite good. It was something he saw on some cooking show and just had to try it. Next was a stop at a department store to find a few things. First on his list was the zombie show. That was not hard, but the second would prove to be a little tricky.
The quest for a scarf began without much promise. Either they were too long, or too scratchy. There was nothing really silky and soft, as he had been hoping to find. Then it happened. The angels of heaven began to sing their chorus as a grey spongy one almost flew of the rack. It had elasticity to it so it would stretch nicely, allowing for more fun than one would have thought possible. His wicked smile returned as the scarf found its' way into his basket. He looked at his watch; he still had another twenty-five minutes. Time to shop for groceries, he almost laughed as his energy filled him again. He was going to relish this more than he ever thought possible.
The funny thing about this was his ego in all of this. Normally he would be self-doubting, or just thinking negatively. He had gone through some things in life that had rendered his self-esteem quite low. But in this moment, in this plan, not one time did it occur to him that he would arrive home and she would not have done what was asked. It never occurred that she may reject this little game he was playing. It was quite...liberating. With that he began to whistle as he shopped. Romantically evil intentions were defiantly on his mind.
He came back with exactly one minute to spare. His key slid into the lock, and as soon as the door opened, he saw a flash of white streak towards one of the back rooms. He allowed an evil grin that even the Grinch would have been proud of to cross his lips.
"It has not been an hour." came a desperate and excited voice. He knew she was his now, and there was no way he was letting her off the hook, but he had to remain in character.
"Well someone has exactly one minute to assume the position, or all of her preparations have been for naught." He called back as he unloaded the ingredients that would later become their meal. He heard a quick scuffle of feet, and the sound of a body hitting a mattress in a very hurried fashion. He got hard just thinking of her willingness to play along.
Of course he was in control, and he had to play that part well. He walked in to the bedroom and surveyed her. She was lying on her back, sleeping mask on, wearing a white t-shirt, and the black drawstring panties he had asked her to do. He leaned against the door frame and took it all in.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked the way a villain would ask hostage.
"Yes" she said almost as a whisper.
"I'm sorry did you say something? I thought I heard something but perhaps it was just the breeze floating by my ear."
"YES" she almost cried with excitement.
"Hmmm that's strange, you just said yes, and I have forgotten why. Care to remind me?"
She licked her lips before biting on them.
"Yes, I am comfortable." She said, louder than the first time.
