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Greetings from the shadows dear reader!  Here is another story
fromwhat passes as my mind.  It is the first of three in a series.  I
hope you enjoy!

All standard disclaimers apply:  if you are not over 18 and/or live in
a community that does not condone adult material, do not read this.
Post free or archive, so long as 1) you do not gain monetary profit
from my work and 2) all due credit is given to the author
>From the Shadows:
Curse of Love By:  H.D. Meister





According to legend, room 330 in Flynn Hall was cursed.  There are
many tellings to how it became that way, and some of then have a grain
of truth to them.  Yet none of them are precise... not that there is
any need for precision as far as the curse in concerned.  In that
room, no woman sleeps fitfully.


Kedra looked at the door to her room with the glowing eyes of an eager
freshman.  She opened it for the first time and stood at the entrance,
looking at her new home for the next three months.  Having never lived
anywhere but her home in Southern California, this was indeed a
drastic change.  The wind blew gently through the trees outside of the
one window in her room.  With a large sigh, she set about moving her
stuff into the room.  After she had set everything up and said good
bye to her mother, father and younger brother, she spent the rest of
the day getting acquainted with the other women on her floor.
Eventually, she happened upon her resident assistant Jackie.

"Hello.  My name is Kedra.  I think I live on your floor."

"Yes.  I was about to see how you were doing.  My name is Jackie
Gordon.  Just call me Jackie."

Kedra liked her.  There was an ease to her manner that was natural.
Her blonde hair was long and bore none of the tell-tale signs of
unnatural coloring.  In fact, Jackie didn’t wear makeup.  Her body
looked as if it belonged to a model, and it too was naturally fit.

"I just wanted..."

"Not here.  Meet me in my room in five minutes.  I have a few things
to get done, and I want to speak to you."

The urgent tone lay heavily in her words.  There was even a touch
of... fear.  With a smile, Kedra agreed and returned to her floor,
waiting patiently by the RA’s door.  True to her word, Jackie arrived
five minutes later.  Kedra  noticed the serious look on her face and
hoped that she had not forgotten to sign something.

The inside of Jackie’s room was very practical.  Nothing was out of
place, and the general feeling of the room mirrored its occupant’s
own natural ease.

"You’re living in Room 330."

"Yes.  Is there some problem?"

"Not yet, but there will be tonight.  Do you believe in curses?"

"Uh... not really."

"Well you will by the morning.  That room is cursed."

Kedra watched Jackie take a seat.  It was the first unnatural thing
she had seen from her RA.  The motion was filled with sadness and
pain.  When she locked eyes with her, she did not notice the clear
blue... only the voidless black pupils.  They waltzed to some unheard
dark symphony clawed on bone instruments played by undead hands, and
this vision gripped her throat.  Even if she didn’t not believe in
curses, Jackie did.  At least she believed this one.

"What kind of curse?"

"It’s called the never ending orgasm.  The tale goes something like
this...

"Four years ago, someone living in that room was dating this guy.  He
was not all that good looking, but he was a gentleman.  More so than
the guys you’ll meet at the bars and frat parties.  Anyway... he
loved her.  Everyone who knew them could tell that he existed only for
her.  They could also tell that she did not return his love.

"Now... no one really knows what happened that night, and you’ll
probably hear no less than twelve different versions.  But whatever
happened, they broke up and he killed himself.  That’s when the curse
took hold.  She was its first victim.

"I don’t know how else to explain it other than to say that she
simply had one massive orgasm after another.  It drained her.  She
looked like walking death.  Couldn’t even walk unless someone helped
her.  And it always happened whenever she slept in that room."

"Too weird," whispered Kedra.

"It doesn’t stop there.  Every woman who has lived there has had to
deal with the never ending orgasm."

"What happened to the girl living there when it started?" Kedra asked
after a long pause.

"No one really knows.  Most people ask if he’s responsible... or what
happened to him.  Now I know you don’t believe in curses, but
please... don’t ever sleep in your room.  No matter what."

Kedra spent close to an hour talking to her RA before finally leaving
the room.  She could feel the concern from Jackie’s eyes as she
walked into her room.  As fanciful as the tale had seemed, Jackie did
not seem like a woman easily spooked by rumors of a curse.  She set up
her computer, organized her things, and made her new home as much a
part of her as possible before exhaustion finally claimed her.

She closed the blinds on her window and removed her clothing.  She
took stock of her body, marveling at the changes.  Where once stood
only a flat mahogany board there were two firm breasts, each topped
with an ebony nipple.  Her stomach was trim, rippling with the power
she had gleaned from spending hours in the gym back home over the
summer.  Her legs belonged on a track star.  She was proud of the
vision before her.  Accustomed to her privacy, she slept in the nude.
That’s when the dreams began.

Unlike many dreams, this one was frighteningly clear.  She was
floating in a cloud of nothing.  She could feel its touch against her
rich chocolate skin, pulling arousal from within her.  She let the
sensation take her, basking in the warmth of her body’s heightened
state of pleasure.  Slowly, almost as if the cloud wanted to watch and
detail the process, she felt herself coming closer and closer to
orgasm.  Having brought herself to this pinnacle many nights, she knew
the signs.  Yet there was something... sinister... about this time.
She was not being violated... she was violating herself.

The first orgasm was but a crumb of bread.  As her body thumped with
pleasure, the pleasure increased.  She was riding another orgasmic
crest even as the one before it dies.  Her nipples ached to be
pulled... and the cloud obliged.  She yearned to know the feel of male
flesh filling her, and again it obliged.  With each demand her body
made, the cloud met it, fulfilling the request totally.

Kedra knew something was wrong,  She was cumming again and again and
again, each one stronger and more pleasing than the last.  What was
worse was the cry from her own body.  As she craved a bigger, thicker
manhood, she was greeted by the sensation of the cloud’s nothing
filling her with more and more.  When her clit begged for mercy, the
cloud offered nothing but more pleasure, pulling and sucking in that
nubbin of lust with an eagerness that bordered on the insane.  Her
asshole whined about being left out, and the cloud seemed to lick it,
eventually sliding into her forbidden hole and twisting her body with
even more pleasure.

She could not take it.  The pleasure was too much, becoming pain.  And
still her body demanded more.  The nothing licking her rear became the
hardness of manhood, and filled her rear as her mound of Venus
drooled, made foolish by the consistent pounding of the cloud within
it.  Her mouth flung itself open to cry out... only to be filled with
the cloud.  And she sucked on it as would a hungry babe.  Her nostrils
were filled with the musky funk of an aroused male.  He hands reached
for a man’s shoulders, and found something.  And through it all,
orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.  The thing she sucked on left her
mouth for one second.  Sweet fresh air filled her lungs and she tried
to cry out for help... mercy... anything.  What left her lips
surprised her.

"Please... love me."


Morning greeted her with a softness, yet her body was spent.  Dried
sweat clung to her body, coating her with the efforts of her dream...
which she remembered in full.  Not one detail was lost to the haze of
gray that accompanies waking up.  She spent close to two hours in bed,
slowly gathering the strength to move.  When she did, it was in
response to the haunting deepness of a male voice.

"Who are you."  It was not a question.

"Kedra Williams.  I’m Kedra..."

"Where is she."  Again... not a question.

"Wha...  Who?  I don’t know."

"Find her."

Silence.  Kedra closed her eyes, and felt the room.  Gone was the
Southern Virginian comfort.  In its place was an unearthly nothing.
The room was barren.  It was not cold nor warm.  It was... nothing.

Kedra rose and took a moment to force her body to react as normal as
possible.  After dressing, selecting clothes that were all too warm
for the weather, she opened the door to her room... and saw Jackie.
Her RA was standing across from her door, fear plastered over her
face.  Kedra tried to mask her body’s blatant exhaustion.

"Now do you believe?"  There was no malice in her words.


The day was spent learning as much about the curse as possible.
Jackie had been right;  Kedra now knew seven different versions of
what happened in the room, and not one of them felt right.  The one
thing common to all was he.  No one knew his name... and they all
blamed him.  Some said he was heart broken when she told him that
their relationship was not what she wanted or needed.  Others thought
he had tried to rape her, and had not reached his own orgasm even
though she had know pleasure several times over.  Yet no matter what
she heard, none of it rang true to her ears.  There was always
something not right in their words.  Not a lie... just a lack of the
truth.

Kedra was walking though downtown when she passed a tobacco store...
and stopped.  She could smell the powerful odor of cigar smoke, and it
tickled her memory of the dream... and Jackie’s room.  Curious, she
walked into the store.  Behind the counter stood a man whose features
were obviously of Mediterranean descent.  He smiled warmly and asked
her if there was something he could help her with.

"No.  I don’t smoke.  Actually... I’m here because I smelled
something familiar."

"Well... we have the best selection of tobacco in the area.  Does
anyone in your family smoke?"

She was about to answer when the scent from his cigar hit her.  It was
pure, rich with the faint traces of...him.  She remembered.

"What brand is that?" she asked, pointing to his cigar.

"That’s a Padron."

"I’ve smelled that before... in a dream."

She watched as his face became hard.  It was not a transition as
such... it simply became hard.  He knew something.

"You live in Flynn Hall.  Room 330."  She was not shocked at his
apparent knowledge.

"What do you know about him?"

"I know who he is.  I know his name.  And I know he loved his cigars.
Padron was one of his favorites.  Every time he got paid he would come
in and buy three.  Always three.  Tell me... do you love someone?"

"Why do you ask?"

"He loved someone.  I remember the last time I saw his face.  I knew
then what he had planned, and knew that no amount of comfort could
ease his pain.  He bought a Padron that day.  Sat in that chair and
smoked it.  I remember thinking how the smoke floated around his body,
soothing him almost."

"How can I break the curse?  Do you know where the woman he dated is?"

"I don’t know and no.  But try offering him a Padron.  It can’t
hurt."

She bought a cigar, having him chose the best one from his supply.
Something gnawed at her as the vision of Jackie’s room played across
her mind.

"Thank you, sir."

"Maybe this will help.  It’s something he told me as he was leaving.
‘Love is forever.’  I don’t know what he meant by it.  Too bad.  He
was one of the good guys."

"I know," Kedra whispered as she left.  Her body remembered the
dream... and one piece of the puzzle came crashing into place:  He
only did what she asked him to.  She was all that mattered.


"Jackie... can I see you in your room?"

"Sure thing.  Give me a moment,"  the blonde spoke.  Kedra walked to
Jackie’s door and waited.  She could feel the excitement in the air
as other women moved into their rooms.  She could also feel the eyes
of those who knew the curse.  It was as if they knew she was the new
occupant.... and pitied her.  She heard Jackie’s soft foot falls and
waited the precious seconds it took her to open her door and enter.

Kedra entered and took close notice of every item within the room.
Her eyes fell immediately upon the desk.  It was the only thing on the
top shelf:  a cigar ashtray.

"You know his name, don’t you."  She watched as Jackie whirled around
to face her, total disbelief burned brightly on her natural features.

"What makes..."  Kedra showed her the cigar she had just purchased.
The solitary tear that crept slowly down the blonde’s cheek answered
her.

"What really happened?"

"I lost the only man who ever really cared about me.  I lost him
because all I wanted was a hard dick.."  Kedra watched the pain grow
into anger... and waited for the confession.

"I hated him.  He loved me and I hated him. All he wanted was my
happiness, and I hated him.  I fucked around on him the entire time we
dated.  Even slept with a close friend of his.  I don’t even remember
her name.  And yeah you heard right... HER.  I was nothing more than a
slut looking for her next sex fix..  And he loved me."

"Why come back?"

"Why" came the angry voice.  "WHY!  I didn’t have a choice.  Do you
have any idea how much it hurt me to know that I could have know love
if only I could have controlled my twat?  All I had to do was allow
him to love me... and I crushed him!!"

"So you decided to return and live close by, hoping he would find you.
How stupid are you going to be?!  He won’t rest until he gets hold of
you.  And you won’t sleep until you know love at his hands?"

"I thought you didn’t believe in curses."

"I don’t.  But I believe in love."  Speaking the words brought back
the face of Kahreem.  She had broken off their two year relationship
in order to go to college with a clear slate.  She knew it would hurt,
but she also knew that it was unfair to him to have a cross country
relationship.  She never looked back on her decision... until now.
She remembered the night he had take her virginity... with love.  She
could see his face as he spoke truly those three words:  I Love You.
And she knew the source of the curse.

"Here.  You know how to end the curse.  Let yourself love him.  Let
him love you.  Otherwise, I’m not going to get any sleep this
semester.  And I’ll make sure you don’t either."  Kedra tossed the
cigar to Jackie and left, never taking the time to see if she caught
it.  She had other things to do... like renewing the love that she
denied herself.  As night came, bringing sleep within its arms, Kedra
decided to sleep downstairs in the lounge.  She knew her room would be
otherwise occupied.

The pungent stench of cigar smoke filled room 330.  The tendrils from
the burning cigar drifted upwards, coating the roof of the room with a
gray cloud of memories.  And beneath them, Jackie waited for sleep to
claim her.  She briefly wondered if her crime would deny her even
sleep within the room she had once slept in.

It had cost her much to get the changes done to her body.  A new
face... new breasts and thighs.  Yet some things never changed.  She
still refused to wear makeup.  She had spent hours perfecting a new
walk.  All to fool something that refused to be fooled.  As the cigar
burned down to the barest nub, sleep finally granted her release from
the day’s stresses.  And she dreamed.

"I knew you would come.  I knew you were here."

"Why do you still love me?  I have caused you so much pain.  Please...
I must know."

"I love you.  That is enough... Lori."

The sound of her given name tore at her soul as it left his lips..  He
loved her... even though he was trapped within the limbo of nothing
she had forged by her heartless treatment.  He wanted nothing but the
best for her... even after death.  And all she had to offer as an
apology was a simple thickness of tobacco.  She could not even offer
her body to please him.  It was soiled beyond all hope.  And there was
no denying the cause of the taint:  lust.

All she longed for was the thundering satisfaction of her own orgasm.
It mattered not the source.  Cock or cunt... it didn’t matter.  She
had fucked her fair share of both.  All for the chance to know the
bliss of orgasm.  She had fed on the varying taste of male and female
cum for so long... without caring why her partner was between her
thighs.  All that mattered was her own pleasure.

And all he cared about was her pleasure... and she had killed him.  If
she had asked him... he would have slid his tongue into her rear
entrance.  Yet she had to find some nameless cretin to do it.  Had she
but thought it, he would have searched the entire galaxy in order to
find a woman whose sweet nectar would slide down her parched throat.
Yet she had to sneak around to get it.  And he would have done so...
because he loved her.  Always her.  Only her.

"Please... love me," she heard herself whisper.  Each letter held
truth... and knowledge.  She would die tonight... within his arms.
Arms that she should have lived in...   known comfort in....
experienced the joys and sorrows of life in.  Arms that were now
buried under six feet of life giving earth that had deemed it
necessary to spawn him.

"Why should I?  You would only spurn me again.  You would gain
pleasure from me... even though I know hold this formlessness as a
body!  Why?"

The anger in his voice shook her soul.  She knew he would not accept
her spoiled body, yet...  He was always kind.  Even when she laughed
in his face as he turned away from her, head hung low in defeat.  He
was always kind.  He had never mouthed one evil word about her,
although she felt she deserved it... and several more.  After his
death...   and renewal... she had left Virginia for the looser
confines of California.  She had known orgasm by countless tongues
sliding over her erect clit.  She could not remember their faces...
but she did remember his.

And it was always the same:  as she rode the crashing waves of her own
orgasm, he was there.  His face never changed;  the same caring brown
eyes looked forward.  The beard that framed his face still smelled of
him... and his favorite cigar.  Never was there a look of pain.  No
anger.  Only his love for her.  She cried.

"Tell me.  What is my name," his voice echoed from everywhere and
nowhere.

"I... I... remember.  I remember.  But I cannot...."

"Do you know why?  Tell me!"

"Because I am not worthy of Love!" she blurted.  This truth finished
the job the sound of her true name begun.  Jackie was no more... only
Lori remained.  And she was not worthy of Love.  Even if he had wanted
to give her his love, there was no way she could accept it.  She would
live... without Love:  a member of the living dead.

"Before, I gave you what you needed.  Now... I deny that which you
need.  How does it feel, Lori?"

"Please...  forgive me.  I..."  Pain ripped the air from her lungs as
her nipples were pierced by thousands of nothing needles.

"I gave you all that I had!  I had nothing!  I died knowing I would
burn in Hell for my actions.  I died because I had nothing left!  And
you... what did you do?"

"I remembered you," she gasped through the pain.  A new wave joined it
as her clit burned.  Not with lust or love... just burned.

"You lie!  I can smell the lies on your breath!  You cannot lie to me,
Lori;  I know the truth!  I know you!"

Pain.  All he gave her was pain.  There was no love in the rough
caresses the nothing offered her skin.  Desperate, she gripped her
breasts... and jerked violently.  She had no choice but to show him
her heart.

The pain stopped as quickly as it had begun.  She was free of the
trappings of flesh, and stood before him bare of all of her sins.
Jackie/Lori could not look upon him.

"I love you.  I loved you when I pushed you away.  I cried at night
the day you died.  When you took me that night, I cried.  I knew what
I had done... and I ran.

"I tried to forget, but I could not.  Please... for Kedra.  Don’t
hate me forever.  I know you love me..."  As she was about to speak
his name, a bright flash blinded her.

"Why, Lori?  Why did you push me away?"  His voice was tender now.

"I don’t know.  You offered me more than I had a right to ask for.
Can’t you see?  I was not ready!"

"I would have waited."

So simple.  The answer had been before her clouded vision all along.
She wept anew, ashamed at the blindness of her youth.  She had lost
the comforting knowledge that he truly loved her.  She had sacrificed
true pleasure for the dregs of satisfaction she gained by her many
adventures with varied partners... none of whom she could remember.

Now... there was only peace.  She kissed his lips, losing herself in
the essence of Love.  She never doubted that he would kiss her back.
She knew that they were mean to be together.  Sex would only be the
consummation of that which she knew she would own for eternity.

"I will always be with you, Lori.  No matter the pain... I will be
with you."

"I won’t leave you again.  I need you."  She wanted to speak his
name, but something chuckled softly within her.  There was no need for
names for them.

Her hands slid over the shoulders that she had known in life, and
found nothing new, save the truth of Love.  Soft, gentle flesh was
placed carefully over muscles powered by his love for her.  She
surrendered herself to knowing true love from another.  She felt his
manhood... not cock... beat with his life’s essence between her
thighs.  And she was pleased.

Memories of past loves vanished from her mind, banished by the purity
of his love.  HER love.  Their Love.  She let her hands glide over his
chest, losing themselves in the sublime feeling of his flesh.  When he
moved his head away, she looked into his eyes, unafraid of the truth.

He loved her.  He wanted her.  And she wanted him.  There was no
further need for cumbersome words;  she knew what he wanted... felt
what he needed.  She placed his hands over her breasts, longing to
feel his touch once again.  She had denied herself his touch once
before.  Not again.  NEVER again.  As his fingers caressed the supple
flesh, Lori/Jackie smiled.  It was more than she remembered.  His
touch then was gentle... kind...   loving.  Now it was these and more.
Much more.  She felt her center drool with anticipation, craving the
attention her breasts were given.  It was easy to wait out its
demands, for soon she would know an eternity of pleasure... with him.

She remembered what he liked most, and lowered herself until her back
was supported by nothing but feelings and emotions she had long
thought dead.  She watched as he knelt between her thighs and kissed
his way ever upwards.  She waited patiently, wanting to give him all
and more of the love he so freely gave her.  That same love which she
spurned for the illusion of satisfaction.  When she felt his tongue
slowly wrap itself around her budding nubbin, Lori screamed.

This was more than she had a right to know of true Love, and she was
more than grateful for his love.  Lori arched her back, thrusting
herself into his waiting maw.  His tongue traveled into her cavern of
pleasure and lapped gently at the downpour.  Her legs shook as her
orgasm thundered through her body, destroying all which was before.
Gone were the hours under some surgeon’s knife.  The plastic which
served as flesh evaporated into nothingness as he pulled one... two...
three orgasm from her.

Then his face was gone.  She did not need to see where he had gone,
the familiar touch of his chest on her thighs told her all.  She
kissed his lips as his head slithered between and over her heaving
breasts.  Her own flavor was intoxicating.  It was the newness of
morning, untainted by the lingering hints of other lovers.  Then he
rolled off of her body.

How could he love her this much?  He wanted her to ride him.  He
wanted her to have full control over their pleasure.  Lori slid her
body over his, trembling as the last orgasm let its presence be know.
She did not fear it, nor its mount, Death.  She had tasted of the
bitterness of her life, and found it unsatisfactory.  All she wanted
was beneath her.  And he waited for her... as he would have if she had
but known the truth.

There would be time enough to think on her mistakes.  Eternity.  She
gripped his manhood, remembering its strength.  Bigger had been where
he would soon know pleasure.  Bigger... but none better.  She impaled
herself quickly, denying him no longer.  His thickness touched every
surface of her center, and melded with her soul.

She paused, thanking him for waiting for her.  She prayed that the
others whom he had taken would forgive her for her crime.  He wanted
only her, and punished those out of anger.  Had she but known Love
then for what it was.  Had she not feared its strength...  Lori lifted
herself slowly, pulling away from his manhood.  Tears flowed down her
cheeks as she fell.  This was the wonder she had denied herself for
four long years.  Now it would be hers... forever hers.  She saw his
hands inch their way towards her breasts, yet never ceased her journey
to meet her last orgasm  Their arrival sped her travels as would a
swift wind filling the sails of a schooner.

There was but one thing wrong:  she had denied him one pleasure.
Pulling free, she rose fully to her feet, turned around and offered
that which had been taken by many others.  Her head hung low,
passively asking for this... her final denial fulfilled.  The gentle
pressure at her rear entrance slowly drew a long held sigh of pleasure
from her lips.  He filled her slowly, caressing the flesh guarding
that darkest of gateways.  When his flesh met hers... hips to rear...
he waited for her.  She lifted her head and saw the end.

It was magnificent.  Night black armor adorned the powerful form of a
warrior astride an equally dark mount of exceptional breeding.  At his
side was a sword, buried within a scabbard adorned with one single
gemstone:  an onyx.  Lori watched him as he watched them, waiting.
She pulled away, her arms shaking as it felt Love manifest one of its
thousand guises.  Inhaling the purity, she pushed backwards, knowing
he would meet her.  He did, and Lori cried out.  Nothing had ever been
so... good.  He was making love to her.  He was her and she was he.
They would be together.  Always.

When three fingers slid across her essence, she pounded harder, her
eyes never leaving the warrior and his mount.  Closer they came,
moving with silence borne out of respect for the two lovers that were
before his steady gaze.  She reached back with one hand and gripped
the sack of flesh which had, in life, held the seed of life which
should have been hers to bear.  She caressed it, urging him to join
her.

So close.  The end was so close she could smell their sweat as it
danced with the scent of the warrior’s mount.  Death.  It did not
stink of rotting souls.  She felt his chest fall upon her back as he
increased his thrusts into her rear.  The hot breath from his nostrils
scorched a path along her neck.  She did not care.  All that mattered
to her was his pleasure.

"I will always love you, Lori," he grunted as he found release within
her rear.

"I... will... love... you forever..."

She tried to call his name.  She could not;  the end had come.  It had
not been worth the pain to push him away.  Her body burned with Love
and truth as she experienced orgasm form true Love.  They collapsed,
spent... for now.  She knew she was on her side, but did not care.
She was his to love forever.  He was hers... had been hers...   would
always be hers... until the end of all things.  She closed her eyes
and listened to his breathing.  She touched his thigh gently, assuring
him... and herself... that this would always be.

Downstairs, Kedra slept fitfully.  And she dreamed.  She saw
nothing... save a lone cloud lit by sporadic bolts of passionate
lightning.  She smiled and cried.  A life was lost, and a heart free
of the chains it had forged to keep it safe from harm.


"Well.  Now I can say that I have seen it all."

"Are you sure it was suicide?  NO one kills themselves like... this."

"What would you like?  Some sick bastard with a likin’ for blood
soaked sex partners?  We’d have the FBI all over this campus.  The
college would have our asses for dinner with a side order of fries!
And we can’t blame it on the curse."

"Yeah.  That would go over even better."

"Besides... no signs of forced entry.  No other damage to the room.
Christ on a crutch... her blood didn’t even soak into the sheets or
the mattress!"

"Any word from her family?"

"Won’t be any.  According to her records,  both mom and dad are dead.
No living relatives.  And before you get that damned look in your
eyes, we ain’t gonna go lookin’ no deeper."

"Where do we send the body?"

"We bury her.  Beside him.  She left a will, specifically requesting
to be buried beside him."

Silence.

"So you believe..."

"What I believe don’t matter.  It’s a suicide.  Plain and simple.
Now let’s get the story down before we have to answer too many
questions with no answers."

Silence.

"This thing ain’t over yet... is it."

"Not by a long shot.  Hope you’ve got an iron stomach;  this is gonna
be an evil semester."

"What I wouldn’t give for a simple drunk and disorderly right now."

The police report was a true masterpiece.  Not even the great science
fiction writers could have gathered together such lies and half truths
and set them to ink-on-paper  Kedra never bothered to get their
account.  The clear, pure air within her room told her the tale.  It
told her the truth.

She slept fitfully now, the only orgasms which accompanied her to her
dreams being those of her own fingers or David.  Or both.  She never
told him of the one dream, nor did she speak about Jackie.

But others knew.

"It’s over then?"

"As I told you.  The first to fall will be the last to rise."

"That only leaves two others.  Are you sure they will be gone before
the review board gets here?"

"That I cannot say, for you know their mannerism better than I.  But I
know that the others will fall... and others shall be destroyed.  You
were lucky;  Kedra was strong...   and pure of heart.  The others...
will not be so fortunate."

"So.  What are we to do?  I don’t want the college..."

"Spare me your money talk, Mr. President.  I have heard it before, and
am still unimpressed.  Yet I can tell you one thing more:  you brought
about these curses."

"ME?!  How dare you..."

"You helped destroy a man, and he will repay you for your deeds.  You
will know the loss of many of your priceless trinkets."

He watched the old woman walk out of his office, trying to maintain
his professional demeanor.  The back of his mind  prickled with a
name... as he tried to grab hold of it, it was not there.

He needed to relax, and had just the struggling coed in mind.  She was
a cute blonde, with large tits.  He smiled as he prepared to contact
her.

The chuckle escaped his notice... as did the faint foul funk of death.

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