Visionary Kiss I & II & III
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Adult ++
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50
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Visionary Kiss III 12
Visionary Kiss III 12
O’CONNELL’S HOME – JONATHAN’S ROOM, - NIGHT
The Curator nodded towards the devil on Jonathan’s right side and suddenly there was a sharp blade against his Adam's apple.
“You are the white man that is living in this house?” the curator asked. “Or are you only an obstacle in our way, this must be removed?”
The blade of the Knife pushed against Jonathan’s skin, what made Jonathan smile and say, “Oh you’re talking about that Bracelet! How stupid of me. Unfortunately, I have lost it in a card game. Have you ever played poker? “
“For your sake,” replied the curator, “I hope that was a lie, and that the Truth will come out…”
O`CONNELL`S HOME – LIBRARY, - NIGHT
Alex heard Evelyn coming, quickly he pushed the lid of the box closed, raised it and noticed that it was now no longer heavy, that meant he was in trouble. Thinking fast he took one of the old vases that seemed to fill the table and shoved it into the box, closing it again. Just in the moment that his mother moved around the big bookcase the stairs were behind.
She churned his hair up and asked, “It feels good to be home again, don’t you think?”
“It’s heaven,” was Alex’s answer giving his mother a bright smile.
“Would you please open it for me?” Evelyn asked him pointing towards the box.
“What? Open?”
“The Box!”
“Why?”
His mother let out a sigh - obviously she didn't have much patience with this discussion. “Because I want it’s contents, the golden Bracelet, put into our safe. It is of incalculable value.”
“You have to believe me that I really would love to open the box, if I could only find the key.”
“You lost the key? Alex, if you have really lost the key, you can say goodbye to your pocket-money…”
“I never said that I have lost the key, it’s only that right at this moment I can’t find it.” He tried it with a sweet smile. “ That’s something totally different.”
His mother had unintentionally started to laugh. “Well, I have that argument, too. Start searching.”
“That I will do Mum. There is no reason to worry, really, I’m …” He stretched his arms and feigned a yawn, quickly however he took them down again, as he noticed that he had almost laid bare his little secret. “… tired. Couldn’t I go to bed?”
“Alex O’Connell asks, if he can go to bed early? This is something new. But why not? The box can wait until tomorrow.”
As if she wanted contradicting, there was a deep voice coming from the entrance of the library “I will now take the box.”
Mother and Son both turned towards the form with the red Turban, which strode towards them. It was a good looking Arab in a dark cape and a white loose suit; the latter desert gown always reminded Alex of a pyjamas.
“Stay where you are.” she ordered.
But the man never stopped, with one hand he pulled a big sword from under his cape, which dangerously flashed. “Give me the box!”
“Who are you?” Alex‘s Mother moved in front of her son, protecting him with her body. Lifting her chin up, she never showed fear, not with her body nor with her voice. “I want to know who you are and I want to know what you think you are doing in my House!”
The man had almost reached them, “Give me the box.”
On the wall right behind him, out of reach, there was a big roman sword, as Evelyn feverishly searched for a way to get near it, there was a well known glitter and the sword vanished, to materialize in her hand.
Smiling in the knowledge that she was not alone, she went into fight position.
“Hua!” Alex slipped, he also knew that his aunt was near, but why she was still invisible he had no idea. Usually she appeared and kicked some butt; it looked like his mother had decided to do it herself.
O’CONNELL’S HOME – JONATHAN’S ROOM, - NIGHT
“I could give you the address of my buddy; you know the one I played poker with. I’m sure you could make a deal with him, with your great way of negotiating, there should not be a problem.” Jonathan was still holding the Sceptre in his hand and now used it for his gestures. “Who wobe abe able to refuse you?”
The curator for the first time noticed the sceptre, tore open his eyes and said in muffled tone, “This cannot be true!”
The much shorter man tore the golden artefact out of Jonathan’s hands and looked at it with the eyes of an expert, as a tall, breath taking woman entered the room closing the door behind herself.
She had long black hair; her slim supple figure was in a black dress. Neck and wrists were adorned with gold and diamonds. She was dressed for a formal party, not for a kidnapping.
In one hand she was holding a small box made out of wood, not bigger than a normal cigar-box. It did not look old, but still it was clearly from Egypt.
More Jewels?
Even with a sharp knife pressing against his artery, Jonathan could not stop himself. He had always been impressed by two things, wealth and beautiful women.
“Meela,” said the curator respectful and virtually reverent. He almost bowed as he moved to the side, making her enough room so she could stand in front of Jonathan. With a gesture, hardly noticed she indicated that the warrior put his knife away.
“Hello.” She said with her velvety voice.
Still holding the wooden box in her left hand she used the free one to seductivly stroke Jonathan’s cheek.
“Hello beautiful lady.” To be questioned by this woman sounded much better to him.
“Where is your wife?” Meela asked him.
“My love, believe me when I tell you, that I’m single.”
She smiled malicious, “Mr O’Connell, if we want to have a relationship with each other, we need to be honest with each other. Do you really think that the fact that you are married would stop me from wanting to know you better?”
“Oh, you mean Evelyn. She has gone to Baden-Baden.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You are right, I think it was Tibet. That girl has always done the things she wanted to. Have I already told you what a modern relationship we have? You know open and all that!”
Still smiling Meela shook her head and clicked the tongue reproachfully. She put the box onto the nearby table. Now Jonathan was able to see the snake that was carved into the lid – not something that seemed calming.
“These are Egyptian adders; they belong to the most poisonous snakes of the world, also the most merciful one. After only three or four minutes of infernal pains death occurs.” Mella watched as Jonathan swallowed again and again.
With panic in his voice he started to babble. “When I think of it, I have to confess that I’m now pretty sure that it was something different I lost while playing poker with my friend. I’m even sure that the thing you are searching for is in this house.”
The woman had pulled one of the snakes from the box and was now holding the hissing animal right in front of Jonathan’s face, “Where is it?” the woman hissed, sounding just like her little adder.
“It’s in the Library, in the safe, the combination is 3-20-58-3-9-3-4-5. Shall I at iat it? Would you like to write it down? Would you like me to write it down for you?”
“You said the combination is 3-20-58-3-9-3-4-5,” said the dark haired woman. “As you can see, Mr O’Connell, I have a very good memory”
“That’s fantastic. I also have a good memory though more pornographic in manner. And our trade would be perfect with that.”
Meela nodded. “Right!” This said she moved forward and was holding the hissing head of the adder against Jonathan’s throat, exactly at the point were only minutes, that seemed to be years for the English man, had been the blade of the knife. Jonathan rebelled, but one of the warriors pushed him down again, “So now I however really must protest. Have I not told you what you wanted to know?”
The woman was holding in and looked at him curiously, “What else do you want, then?” she asked while the snake himself rolled up, what made Jonathan relax, at least a little.
“What else do I want? I gave you the wanted information, so you DON`T kill me!”
“When have we agreed on that?”
“This is hardly fair …”
“Mr. O’Connell,” she said a little reproachful, “in the future, and with this I mean in your next life, you should think about this a little earlier.” This said she pushed the neck of the adder, and the mouth of the animal opened up; long, sharp fangs became visible.
Jonathan did what every other Englishman with a little self-respect would do in a situation like this.
He wailed, he wailed loud.
This surprised the woman so she took a step back, fortunately, because right at that moment the door was pushed open with so much force that it hit the wall. With her hair flying around her head, Meela swirled around without letting go of the adder, which was still ready to bite. Jonathan was lucky that she was no longer within reach.
O’CONNELL’S HOME – LIBRARY, - NIGHT
“Get your butt out of my house.” she said imperious to the Arab, who had stopped, shocked by the little magic show that had taken place.
“Mom …” Alex picked at her sleeve, “I don’t think that this is one of your brighter ideas..”
“Psst.” she hissed to turn once again towards the Intruder. “You should listen to me and go. Because if my Husband finds you … he will kill you.”
Just at this moment three more Desert warriors entered the stage, swords in their hands.
Alex swallowed heavily and pulled at the dress of his mother, “I think it’s time to call for Dad …”
“Honey do you think that Willow would not be here with us if your Dad was not in a greater danger?” was the answer; Evey finally speaking the thing she knew was probable only too true.
End Visionary KIII III 12
O’CONNELL’S HOME – JONATHAN’S ROOM, - NIGHT
The Curator nodded towards the devil on Jonathan’s right side and suddenly there was a sharp blade against his Adam's apple.
“You are the white man that is living in this house?” the curator asked. “Or are you only an obstacle in our way, this must be removed?”
The blade of the Knife pushed against Jonathan’s skin, what made Jonathan smile and say, “Oh you’re talking about that Bracelet! How stupid of me. Unfortunately, I have lost it in a card game. Have you ever played poker? “
“For your sake,” replied the curator, “I hope that was a lie, and that the Truth will come out…”
O`CONNELL`S HOME – LIBRARY, - NIGHT
Alex heard Evelyn coming, quickly he pushed the lid of the box closed, raised it and noticed that it was now no longer heavy, that meant he was in trouble. Thinking fast he took one of the old vases that seemed to fill the table and shoved it into the box, closing it again. Just in the moment that his mother moved around the big bookcase the stairs were behind.
She churned his hair up and asked, “It feels good to be home again, don’t you think?”
“It’s heaven,” was Alex’s answer giving his mother a bright smile.
“Would you please open it for me?” Evelyn asked him pointing towards the box.
“What? Open?”
“The Box!”
“Why?”
His mother let out a sigh - obviously she didn't have much patience with this discussion. “Because I want it’s contents, the golden Bracelet, put into our safe. It is of incalculable value.”
“You have to believe me that I really would love to open the box, if I could only find the key.”
“You lost the key? Alex, if you have really lost the key, you can say goodbye to your pocket-money…”
“I never said that I have lost the key, it’s only that right at this moment I can’t find it.” He tried it with a sweet smile. “ That’s something totally different.”
His mother had unintentionally started to laugh. “Well, I have that argument, too. Start searching.”
“That I will do Mum. There is no reason to worry, really, I’m …” He stretched his arms and feigned a yawn, quickly however he took them down again, as he noticed that he had almost laid bare his little secret. “… tired. Couldn’t I go to bed?”
“Alex O’Connell asks, if he can go to bed early? This is something new. But why not? The box can wait until tomorrow.”
As if she wanted contradicting, there was a deep voice coming from the entrance of the library “I will now take the box.”
Mother and Son both turned towards the form with the red Turban, which strode towards them. It was a good looking Arab in a dark cape and a white loose suit; the latter desert gown always reminded Alex of a pyjamas.
“Stay where you are.” she ordered.
But the man never stopped, with one hand he pulled a big sword from under his cape, which dangerously flashed. “Give me the box!”
“Who are you?” Alex‘s Mother moved in front of her son, protecting him with her body. Lifting her chin up, she never showed fear, not with her body nor with her voice. “I want to know who you are and I want to know what you think you are doing in my House!”
The man had almost reached them, “Give me the box.”
On the wall right behind him, out of reach, there was a big roman sword, as Evelyn feverishly searched for a way to get near it, there was a well known glitter and the sword vanished, to materialize in her hand.
Smiling in the knowledge that she was not alone, she went into fight position.
“Hua!” Alex slipped, he also knew that his aunt was near, but why she was still invisible he had no idea. Usually she appeared and kicked some butt; it looked like his mother had decided to do it herself.
O’CONNELL’S HOME – JONATHAN’S ROOM, - NIGHT
“I could give you the address of my buddy; you know the one I played poker with. I’m sure you could make a deal with him, with your great way of negotiating, there should not be a problem.” Jonathan was still holding the Sceptre in his hand and now used it for his gestures. “Who wobe abe able to refuse you?”
The curator for the first time noticed the sceptre, tore open his eyes and said in muffled tone, “This cannot be true!”
The much shorter man tore the golden artefact out of Jonathan’s hands and looked at it with the eyes of an expert, as a tall, breath taking woman entered the room closing the door behind herself.
She had long black hair; her slim supple figure was in a black dress. Neck and wrists were adorned with gold and diamonds. She was dressed for a formal party, not for a kidnapping.
In one hand she was holding a small box made out of wood, not bigger than a normal cigar-box. It did not look old, but still it was clearly from Egypt.
More Jewels?
Even with a sharp knife pressing against his artery, Jonathan could not stop himself. He had always been impressed by two things, wealth and beautiful women.
“Meela,” said the curator respectful and virtually reverent. He almost bowed as he moved to the side, making her enough room so she could stand in front of Jonathan. With a gesture, hardly noticed she indicated that the warrior put his knife away.
“Hello.” She said with her velvety voice.
Still holding the wooden box in her left hand she used the free one to seductivly stroke Jonathan’s cheek.
“Hello beautiful lady.” To be questioned by this woman sounded much better to him.
“Where is your wife?” Meela asked him.
“My love, believe me when I tell you, that I’m single.”
She smiled malicious, “Mr O’Connell, if we want to have a relationship with each other, we need to be honest with each other. Do you really think that the fact that you are married would stop me from wanting to know you better?”
“Oh, you mean Evelyn. She has gone to Baden-Baden.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You are right, I think it was Tibet. That girl has always done the things she wanted to. Have I already told you what a modern relationship we have? You know open and all that!”
Still smiling Meela shook her head and clicked the tongue reproachfully. She put the box onto the nearby table. Now Jonathan was able to see the snake that was carved into the lid – not something that seemed calming.
“These are Egyptian adders; they belong to the most poisonous snakes of the world, also the most merciful one. After only three or four minutes of infernal pains death occurs.” Mella watched as Jonathan swallowed again and again.
With panic in his voice he started to babble. “When I think of it, I have to confess that I’m now pretty sure that it was something different I lost while playing poker with my friend. I’m even sure that the thing you are searching for is in this house.”
The woman had pulled one of the snakes from the box and was now holding the hissing animal right in front of Jonathan’s face, “Where is it?” the woman hissed, sounding just like her little adder.
“It’s in the Library, in the safe, the combination is 3-20-58-3-9-3-4-5. Shall I at iat it? Would you like to write it down? Would you like me to write it down for you?”
“You said the combination is 3-20-58-3-9-3-4-5,” said the dark haired woman. “As you can see, Mr O’Connell, I have a very good memory”
“That’s fantastic. I also have a good memory though more pornographic in manner. And our trade would be perfect with that.”
Meela nodded. “Right!” This said she moved forward and was holding the hissing head of the adder against Jonathan’s throat, exactly at the point were only minutes, that seemed to be years for the English man, had been the blade of the knife. Jonathan rebelled, but one of the warriors pushed him down again, “So now I however really must protest. Have I not told you what you wanted to know?”
The woman was holding in and looked at him curiously, “What else do you want, then?” she asked while the snake himself rolled up, what made Jonathan relax, at least a little.
“What else do I want? I gave you the wanted information, so you DON`T kill me!”
“When have we agreed on that?”
“This is hardly fair …”
“Mr. O’Connell,” she said a little reproachful, “in the future, and with this I mean in your next life, you should think about this a little earlier.” This said she pushed the neck of the adder, and the mouth of the animal opened up; long, sharp fangs became visible.
Jonathan did what every other Englishman with a little self-respect would do in a situation like this.
He wailed, he wailed loud.
This surprised the woman so she took a step back, fortunately, because right at that moment the door was pushed open with so much force that it hit the wall. With her hair flying around her head, Meela swirled around without letting go of the adder, which was still ready to bite. Jonathan was lucky that she was no longer within reach.
O’CONNELL’S HOME – LIBRARY, - NIGHT
“Get your butt out of my house.” she said imperious to the Arab, who had stopped, shocked by the little magic show that had taken place.
“Mom …” Alex picked at her sleeve, “I don’t think that this is one of your brighter ideas..”
“Psst.” she hissed to turn once again towards the Intruder. “You should listen to me and go. Because if my Husband finds you … he will kill you.”
Just at this moment three more Desert warriors entered the stage, swords in their hands.
Alex swallowed heavily and pulled at the dress of his mother, “I think it’s time to call for Dad …”
“Honey do you think that Willow would not be here with us if your Dad was not in a greater danger?” was the answer; Evey finally speaking the thing she knew was probable only too true.
End Visionary KIII III 12