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Authors name: El Sol (c) 1995
Story title : A Christmas Carol

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A Christmas Carol (M/F+, fantasy)
By El Sol (c) 1995

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"Thank You, Mr. Dickens..
A Slightly Sexier Christmas Carol"

Stave 1 - Marley's Frustration 
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Marley was dead. Let's get beyond that point, but make 
sure that you don't misunderstand. The death certificate 
was signed. A factual, if not much else, obituary had 
been published.

Old Marley was as dead as modern medicine would allow 
him to be.

Mind. Modern medicine can do wonders, especially when a 
rich man is willing to spend millions of dollars to 
delay the inevitable meeting with his Redeemer. Now, you 
might be thinking "There's dead and then there's 
D*E*A*D. But when doctors, making that much money from 
one patient, say he's beyond the reach of their money-
grubbing hands, I can emphatically assert the man was 
dead as a door-nail.

Ebon knew he was dead. Of course, he did. I mean, Ebon 
and Marley had been full partners for 5 years. Ebon was 
his CEO, the hand-picked heir to Marley's business (even 
if it was Ebon that made the business what it was at 
Marley's death), his only friend, his sole mourner. Ebon 
wasn't really very sorrowful at the sad event though: 
but he was an excellent man of business on that day but 
probably only because the business was his alone now.

Oh yeah, that brings us back. There is no more dead than 
Marley was.

You must accept this or you really won't be able to go 
much further. And there is ever so much wonder from 
here. Let's face it if we don't accept that Hamlet's 
Daddy is really gone, then there wouldn't be anything 
all that great about his being out and about at night. 
You might as well find something remarkable about six-
year olds getting dirty when you let them play around 
mud.

Ebon never renamed the company even after being told by 
everyone he should. It stood as it was even after Ebon 
moved them to a modern office building: Marley Security 
Specialties. The firm was known as Marley's. Sometimes 
high profile customers called Ebon Ebon (if they knew 
who the man behind the best Security consulting firm 
was), others called him Marley. He didn't mind either. 
Probably even preferred Marley.

Oh, but he was a workaholic at the grindstone. Working, 
shaping, molding, finding new niches for his firm, 
traveling to be sure every detail was taken care off 
when many of his staff could have accomplished the job 
as well. Hard and sharp, that no competitor would find 
merciful nor could they get ahead of him and his firm; 
secretive, unyielding to any challenge business or 
personal, an island onto himself.

The cold inside hardened his features, his lips an 
unmoving line, and spoke commandingly in a voice echoing 
the deep timbre of drums. Snow prematurely flecked brown 
hair, ice-blue eyes showed no warmth to the world. He 
carried the hardness around him like a blanket 
preventing anyone from attempting to cross that barrier. 
And for Christmas the blanket seemed thickened.

He ignored the elements. The sun could not force the 
suit-jacket from his shoulders, and the cold could not 
make him grimace. No winter wind could cool a room like 
his implacable stare, no fire more heartless about its 
purpose, no tide less carrying of who it drowned. Foul 
weather didn't know where to have him. The heaviest 
rain, and snow, and hail and sleet could boast only one 
advantage over him. If you were caught in one of them, 
the warm confines of your home could protect you. Ebon 
followed you inside.

Nobody ever looked at him across a conference table and 
with gladsome looks said "Mr. Razz, wonderful to see 
you. When will you come to see the family?" No charity 
came to his door without a financial report of the 
deductions he would receive for signing a check to them, 
no babies crawled to be taken into his lap. 

Even seeing-eye dogs appeared to understand him, and 
moved their charges from his path as if to say "A 
runaway bus would notice you under its wheels more than 
this man, my master."

But what did Ebon care. It was the very thing he wanted. 
To tread his way through the crowded path of life if 
need be, warning all human warmth to stand to the left 
or right or be mowed down, was what the knowing ones 
call nuts to Ebonezer Razz.

Once upon a time - of all days not to be, on Christmas 
Eve - Ebon sat busy in his corporate office planning the 
move of his company into providing Internet security. 
The windows at his back were battered by the cold, 
bleak, biting weather. Through the open door of his 
office he could hear the muted enjoyment of his 
employees at the necessary, if foolish annual Christmas 
office party. The black clock on the wall chimed three, 
but outside the dark struggled to douse the light 
shining from the building.

From the windows could be seen the valiant battle other 
offices lights fought to bring the gaiety of Christmas 
parties to the darkening city. The night fought back 
with fathomless dark that obscured sight giving other 
buildings and their lights a touch of fey. To see the 
black clouds lurking above, hiding the stars, one would 
have thought that Nature lived hard by, and birthed 
something darker still.

Through the open door, he could hear the swelling and 
ebbing of the party; make sure his personal secretary 
stayed at her desk typing up his most recent proposals. 
Ebon worked day and night, and his secretary had to 
follow at his pace. She couldn't slow down, for Ebon 
never did and the stare Ebon gave when he had to wait 
for her was as close to real anger from him as she ever 
wanted to see. Wherefore she squared her shoulders, and 
tromped along in a race she couldn't win or even compete 
in.

"Mr. Razz, I'm sorry. She.." came over the intercom 
seconds before a bright, if well-covered tornado 
exploded into the room.

"A Merry Christmas, Eb. God keep you." cried a muffled 
cheery voice. A voice that was the torment of Ebonezer's 
soul. His foster sister, born after her parents had 
given him a home.

"Yeah." said Ebon softly, "Right." 

She had so covered herself that it took a comical 
struggle to unwind the lengthy scarf from her face. Her 
clean complexion came into view, as she slowly defeated 
her adversary. The heat of battle flamed her pretty 
face, and sparked in her blue eyes.

"Come on, Ebon." she said as she threw her defeated 
opponent down. "You might as well play the part to the 
hilt and shout from the rafters 'Bah.. Humbug." She 
laughed warmly taking in how he watched her. 

"Yeah...Right" said Ebon "Merry Christmas.. You have as 
little reason as I do to be merry on that day.. more 
actually." 

"Come, then." said Brenda Rollins shaking off the deep 
sadness that swallowed the fire in her eyes for a long 
moment. "What reason do you have to be so dismal. What 
reason do you have to be so morose.. less than me after 
all you're so rich most of MY friends want your number."

Ebon having no better answer and not wanting to see the 
sadness again, said, "Yeah." and followed it up with 
"Right."

"Not even one.'Bah..Humbug.'" she said amidst a giggle; 
almost a ghost of a smile touched his face. "Can't you 
even try even for me?"

"No, Brenda." the ghost fled, " I won't celebrate in 
remembrance of your parents. Maybe there's reason them 
to overindulge, or overcharge your credit cards on this 
holiday. I won't stop you, or anyone else, Bren. I'll 
even let them throw the Christmas Party and give them 
Christmas bonuses so they won't be asking for advances 
come the New Year's. I'll think hard about your 
Christmas gift, because you are your parents' child. But 
don't ask more from me."

"But..Ebon." she almost pleaded as she had done for many 
years.

"No." the voice cooled the room, "Have your Christmas, 
sister, but leave me to my memories of your parents."

"They were your parents too."

He nodded solemnly.

"But I'm not your sister." she said firmly and then 
smiling mischievously, "Not where it would count 
anyway."

"Leave it, Bren." Ebon growled, "That was a mistake. It 
never did you any good."

"Bah..Humbug!" she said in a strong voice. "That was no 
mistake. Maybe you're right and I should be sad on the 
anniversary of someone killing my parents but it is the 
anniversary of some of my best memories, too.. My first 
bicycle and how you taught me to ride in two feet of 
snow. Remember how you shoveled for three hours to give 
me enough space. Both of us sitting between Mom and Dad 
in church as I learned that Christmas wasn't about 
gifts."

"That memory got me through their deaths, Ebon. That 
they were in Heaven. Yeah! I spend too much, and so do a 
lot of people, but you're the only one who doesn't give 
me a smile that says it was all worth it. You know what, 
that's okay too, Ebon. No Christmas memory is ever going 
to compare to the one we share. So okay, my.. our 
parents died on Christmas but every other memory is 
happy so 'Thank You, God.'"

The secretary standing at the door gasped in wide-eyed 
wonder. Gasped again, realizing her boss wouldn't 
appreciate an audience and fled to her typing.
Ebon stared at his not-blood sister on the edge of 
showing emotion that only she could raise in him. The 
muscles in his jaw moving as he struggled to hold 
everything inside.

She smiled innocently at him. 

"Come on." she said, "Don't be mad. Come have dinner at 
my place." She bent down to pick up the scarf, bravely 
moved to his side, grabbing his arm she started tugging 
him toward the party.

He stood up and let her drag him towards the noise. 

"No, Brenda. I don't think so." 

"But why not?" she said as she passed the secretary's 
desk and winked at the typing woman. She moved toward 
circling the party to get to the elevators.

"Why? Why do you date that empty-headed blonde girl?" 

"Because it annoys the shit out of the only man I ever 
wanted..maybe he'll try to save me from boring 
conversation. Plus she's great in bed."

She froze as what she had peeked through an almost 
closed door registered. She took a step back, and in 
front of him to see through the crack. He looked over 
her head into the office of his new head of the computer 
security section. The man had the office manager back 
against his desk with his lower body. His hands were 
underneath her skirt pushing it up so that he could 
caress the outside of her thighs. The woman had her head 
back exposing a wealth of skin at her neck for him to 
nibble, lick, suckle. He was taking full advantage as 
the occasional moan from her accentuated an especially 
pleasurable touch from his mouth.

Ebon tried to move Brenda past the door, but she backed 
up into him and planted herself in place. He reached 
around her to close the door, but she put a death grip 
on the knob and fighting her would have gotten the 
attention of the couple.

The man inside was good at his job, but was even better 
at getting the best computer security people to come 
work for Ebon. Ebon needed him for that, so allowed the 
man his liberties even at the office.

The woman inside pulled herself onto the desk. When the 
man pushed her skirt high enough, she wrapped a long leg 
around him, pinning him and the skirt. She began to use 
him as a living rubbing post. The man didn't fight the 
motion but mirrored it. His hands pushed the skirt up 
higher. They kissed frantically, the pressure must have 
been building for awhile. Ebon knew they had an active 
flirtation going, but hadn't heard that it had gone 
further. The pace they were using to drive themselves 
had all the impatience of new lovers desperately wanting 
the wonder of that first completion together.

The office manager brought her hands around to grab him 
by the hair and used that to pull his head back so she 
could bite into the juncture of his neck, shoulder, and 
shirt. The man reacted as she meant him to. He started 
to try to shove her skirt out of the way, trying madly 
to get to her core.

Ebon felt himself get hard from viewing the scene. He 
heard Brenda's breathing deepen and briefly struggled 
for control of the door. Brenda's grip had not softened 
and when the door squealed he stopped.

The office manager had had enough. She put her hands on 
the desk and used them to hold herself off the desk. The 
man immediately grasped the elevated seriousness of the 
situation. He pushed her skirt past her hips and onto 
her waist, he reversed the motion this time using his 
hands to strip her pantyhose down. She let herself down, 
watching him continue slowly down the incredible length 
of her legs. Ebon could hear her ragged breathing as the 
man's obvious enjoyment heightened hers.

The head of the computer section kept the pantyhose 
moving downward slowly, enjoying the unwrapping, taking 
longer so as to gain control of himself. Ebon recognized 
the deliberateness of the motion for what it was. The 
man wanted this woman satisfied completely. Finally, he 
pushed her shoes of and took the pantyhose completely 
off her body. As he straightened, she held his eyes with 
her own. She reached out and pulled him between her 
legs. 

They shared a slow grinding kiss that promised an end to 
a lot of waiting. She pushed him away and started 
working on the buttons of his dress shirt. The man had 
taken off his jacket and tie, before Ebon and Brenda had 
started their voyeur's adventure. The woman started 
running her nails on his upper body taking the same slow 
pleasure that the man had while removing her pantyhose.

The head of the computer section reached between them 
and did something out of the view of the watcher's that 
propelled the office manager to the next step of 
anticipation. He continued to work furiously between her 
legs as she started to work on his belt and slacks. His 
pants dropped suddenly and her hands dived into silk 
boxers. He hit the next step of anticipation. She 
reached to his waist and lowered the boxers to give 
herself free access. He reached down to take another one 
of those slow grinding kisses.

They stopped for a second as she whispered something to 
him. He smiled beatifically and reached for an upside 
down coffee cup on his desk. He lifted the cup to expose 
a single condom. She stared at it for a second and dug a 
hand's worth of nails into his chest. He smiled down at 
her and extended himself far enough to place a bite 
between shoulder and neck. 

She reached over to the condom with one hand and tore it 
open with her teeth.

Ebon decided that was enough. He put his arms around 
Brenda, lifted and pulled her back. Her grip on the door 
worked to close the door. She started kicking but 
stopped and just dropped her back onto his shoulder. He 
put her down slowly, stepping back quickly when she made 
a slow caressing motion with her hips into his.

"But that was fun." she teased sexily.

"They deserve a little privacy." Ebon said purposefully 
misinterpreting what she meant.

"Spoilsport!" she said pouting her lips and walking 
toward the elevators. He sighed and followed.

She pressed the button and waited pensively. The 
elevator arrived and she stepped inside. She turned 
around and pressed a button. He stood outside the 
elevator watching her.

As the doors were closing, her face broke into a smile.

"By the way, I didn't take my Christmas present from 
your desk so you're just going to have to bring it to me 
tomorrow."

He watched the elevator doors close and stood staring at 
the numbers as they descended. He shook his head and 
turned to walk back to his office. He considered 
reprimanding his computer section head but figured he 
would have to explain how he managed to be standing 
outside the door.

He stopped at his secretary's desk. 

"Are the charity people still here, Ms. Cratchit?" he 
asked. 

"Yes sir. They're eating some of the party food."

"Ask them to come in." He told her as he walked into his 
office.

A couple of minutes later a man and a woman walked into 
his office. The two took a moment to study the man 
behind the desk as he stared out into the darkness 
caught in a rare moment of introspection.

Ebon turned the chair to face them and nodded for them 
to sit. 

The woman gave one meaningful look to her partner that 
said quite clearly that she would handle this. The man 
nodded. They came to talk to Ebon twice a year.
The first meeting had been nearly disastrous, it was 
only the fact that the woman had come to understand very 
quickly that for Ebon this was strictly a business 
transaction that had saved them from having a big 
contributor find another charity. The man had thought to 
appeal to Ebon's softer side, and when he had been 
rebuked had tried an eloquent speech that did nothing 
more than try to shame Ebon into giving charitably for 
the "right reasons". 

Ebon had sat through the entire speech watching the man 
carefully. Afterwards had even given the man advice 
about how he should control the raising and lowering of 
pitch to manipulate an audience better. The man had not 
taken that well, but took Ebon's asking for the name of 
some other institution that would deal with him as he 
wanted to be dealt with even worse.

The woman who had been the junior partner when the two 
came in for that occasion immediately intercepted that 
movement. She started to discuss with Ebon whether he 
wanted the publicity from his charitable contribution to 
be aimed towards him or towards his company. Ebon had 
ignored the man for the rest of the meeting while he 
discussed with the woman exactly how he wanted things to 
be. By the end of that first meeting it had been 
established that the focus of any media attention would 
be on Marley's Security Specialties, and that the woman 
would be the one to deal with Ebon for as long as her 
relationship lasted with her charity.

The man came to the meetings as window dressing. 

The meeting went smoothly and the pair walked out with a 
very generous payment for publicity rendered during the 
Christmas holidays.

Ebon remained in his office even after the party had 
died down, and everyone except he and his secretary had 
gone home.

Outside the windows, the clouds hung even more 
threateningly.

Ms. Cratchit finally gave up on outlasting her boss. She 
walked into the office with the work he had wanted done 
for the day. He looked up from his work. She put the 
work down on his desk and stood back.

He nodded. 

"Will you need me tomorrow, sir?" she asked trying to 
keep the hope that he would say no out of her eyes.

He sighed to himself. He turned the chair and tried to 
cut through the darkness with a cold stare but it 
ignored him.

"No, Ms. Cratchit. I'll get whatever I need done by 
myself." 

She grimaced to his back as she realized that meant she 
would have not only the 26th's worth of work to get 
done, but whatever he managed to produce on the 25th.

"Thank you, sir." She said squeakily polite. 

He nodded in dismissal. 

He sat still staring out the window after she had gone. 
He was trying to find a way to avoid visiting Brenda 
tomorrow. He knew he would not be able to control his 
disapproval of her present lover. It was not that she 
was female, he cared too little about the rest of the 
world to care about what it thought was proper. 

It that was that the woman was malicious in a petty way. 
Maliciousness with intent was one thing, but petty 
malice was a waste of effort by Ebon's standards.

He packed several things into his briefcase and walked 
past the janitorial staff on the way out of the building 
without acknowledging their existence. They, on the 
other hand, watched him carefully enough to be sure they 
were not on his way as he left the building.

It was bitterly cold outside and he made a quick 
decision on the way to his car. 

He drove to a small restaurant he frequented. No one on 
the staff was surprised to see him. They sat him down 
where he usually sat and the waiter took a quick order. 
Everyone at the restaurant knew only a select few 
waiters were allowed to serve him. It didn't have to do 
with any preference on Ebon's part. 

It was that he tipped well over even a generous amount 
as long he was served efficiently with no problems 
beyond the normal human control.

He asked the waiter if he could use the restaurant's 
phone for a local call. The waiter went to get the phone 
for him. 

He dialed a number from memory.

"Good afternoon?" a husky feminine voice.

"Hello, is anyone available?" Ebon asked as businesslike 
as any other transaction.

"And who may I ask is speaking?" the voice asked. 

"Ebon."

"Yessir. A few people are available. Any preference, 
sir." 

"Is Asa available?" 

"Yessir. At your domicile or should we have her meet you 
elsewhere?"

"My penthouse is fine." 

"The normal billing procedure?"

"Yes." 

"A tip?" 

"The usual." 

"Thank you, sir."

"Goodbye." 

"Goodbye, sir."

Ebon hung the phone up. The waiter was there to take it 
out of his hand. Ebon ate without tasting his food. He 
looked out into the night trying not to think about 
Brenda's teasing but unable to stop.

He finished, paid and walked out to his car. He drove 
home mechanically, still trying to avoid thinking of 
things in his life by not thinking of anything.

Suddenly a luminescent shape floated out of the darkness 
and smashed into his windshield, decapitating. He had 
turned the wheel to the right trying to avoid it but 
ducked as it hit the windshield.

"Jacob?" he exclaimed as he reacted to get his car back 
on the road. The apparition had seemed solid enough. It 
had glowed slightly as if from a distance, the fog it 
was made of had a bright light shining through it.

He shook himself as he pondered what he had seen. He 
looked at the rearview mirror.

The apparition had looked like his deceased partner, 
Jacob Marley.

He shook himself again. When he had to stop for a red 
light, he rubbed at his eyes.

"Next, I'll be seeing him on my door knocker." he 
whispered sarcastically.

"Oh, wait. I don't have a door knocker." he laughed for 
a second.

The light turned green and he finished the drive home. 
He parked his car in building parking lot, walked inside 
and took the elevator to his penthouse.

It had been Marley's penthouse but as with everything 
else; Ebon had inherited it. It was a large place that 
had plenty of space for decorating but Ebon kept it 
Spartan. The only distinctiveness to it was that it was 
done completely in black and glass with surgical white 
walls. Every room followed the same austere, modern 
coloring from the deep black bathtub, to glass top on 
the table next to his bed. No splash of color marred the 
entire place.

He removed his coat and put into the closet in his 
bedroom. He took off his suit and walked into the 
bathroom off from his bedroom to take a quick shower.

He got out, put on a black bathrobe and mixed himself a 
drink in his livingroom. He stared out into what little 
he could see into the city as he waited.

Few men and women in the city knew the number he had 
dialed and even fewer could afford to use it often. 
Jacob Marley had introduced him to it saying simply that 
some things you were better of not fighting but 
deflecting the pressure worked just as well. 

Discreteness was not a way life for the people on the 
other end of the line, it was life. At several thousand 
dollars per visit they had to ensure non-disclosure no 
matter what the circumstances. After ensuring himself of 
their reputation, Ebon had made use of them in 
situations like tonight.

Brenda had teased him but the damage was done with the 
reminder of a long gone Christmas night. The spectacle 
of his computer section head and the office manager had 
only added to the pressure.

The doorbell rang. The agency's discreteness was matched 
only by the building doorman's. He called ahead to warn 
Ebon of Brenda's "surprise" visits but never bothered 
him past the initial explanation when a woman fitting a 
particular mold came to visit. It was of course a sign 
of the amount of money that Ebon doled out for services 
efficiently rendered.

He opened the door. The woman gave him a warm smile as 
he stepped aside for her to walk in. She removed her 
coat and dropped it onto the couch. The movement spoke 
of understanding this man's need. 

She was Asian. He had never found anything else about 
her nationality. She was short with curves proportional 
to her size. Most people would not have looked her and 
thought she was paid thousands for what she did but most 
people could not afford to find out why she was. She was 
Ebon's choice at the agency and rarely cared for anyone 
to take her place. She was not beautiful, only slightly 
above pretty. Makeup only added a touch of false class 
so she never wore it especially when it was Ebon.

He turned around she motioned for him to sit on one end 
of the couch. He smiled at the efficiency of services 
rendered. With one look, she had understood his needs.

He moved to the end of the couch, sat down and leaned 
back against the corner. She was wearing a black mini-
skirt and top. She hiked the mini-skirt out of her way 
and kneeled between his legs long enough to undo the 
robe and spread it open. He was already semi-hard and 
the immediate full hardening when her hand encircled him 
told her everything else she wanted to know about what 
he wanted.

She moved away from him and as her body descended to lie 
on the couch on her stomach, she took him completely 
into her mouth at the end of her motion.

He moved his hips up trying to drive deeper, she had him 
completely inside her but moved her head up to give his 
hips room to move. She had been here at times when he 
wanted to take his time, she had been here at times when 
he wanted her to scream in the wild abandon of pleasure, 
and she had been here at times like this when he needed 
a vehicle for release.

She brought one hand up to caress his balls and ball 
sac. He was driving and she allowed him to. 

He dropped his hips down to the couch, but she kept her 
head in place. Only when he did not immediately plunge 
upward into her mouth, did she move her head to take him 
completely out of her mouth. She held him towards the 
top of his dick to allow her thumb movement on the 
underside of the head of his dick. She moved down to 
place small licks on his balls. She used her forefinger 
to rub against the underside of his crown. He reacted to 
that so she moved up to take him into her mouth, when 
she had him in place she took her hand off him and 
allowed a full range of movement.

He immediately drove up into her mouth and dropped his 
hips again. This time as he held himself away from her, 
she used her tongue to bathe the head of his dick. She 
felt the bunching of effort, relaxed as he drove into 
her mouth again. 

This time he pumped three times before settling back 
down. She waited to ensure he had stopped, took him in 
an inch ran her tongue hard against the bottom of his 
dick, took another inch, repeated the tongue action on 
the bottom of his penis, took him another inch, the hard 
caress with her tongue, she continued this until he was 
fully embedded in her mouth again.

She unwound herself from him, only to receive a thrust 
into her mouth from him as he surged. She waited 
patiently allowing him freedom to thrust in and to the 
edge of her mouth and back in again.

He started to press up and moved onto her knees leaning 
forward. He got up but continued to guide her back with 
his dick still inside her mouth. She looked up at him 
and he nodded for her to lay back. She released him and 
moved her legs around and lay back with her head propped 
by a corner cushion. He moved towards her until his dick 
was pointing at her mouth, she opened and received him 
inside her mouth. She got as comfortable as she could, 
reached up to rake nails as far up his torso as she 
could reached.

Ebon dropped his back and began a slow deliberate in and 
out pace that would carry him slowly over the edge. He 
wanted nothing more than to thrust viciously but he let 
her get used to him being completely in charge of the 
pace. She would use her nails on his stomach and rake 
them down as if driving the pressure toward his dick, 
guiding it slowly where it could get release into her 
mouth. He picked up the pace slowly, she moved her 
tongue on him as much as she could as he withdrew and 
accepted thrusts into her mouth. She reached up and 
fondled his balls as his thrusts became more purposeful 
and let him use her mouth to relieve his need.

He withdrew himself almost completely out of her mouth, 
and with one final thrust growled as he buried himself 
into her mouth. She accepted him that final time, and 
started to furiously work on the sensitized head of his 
penis as he finished coming. He tried to move away but 
she wrapped her arms around his thighs giving him no 
movement except forward into her mouth. He leaned over 
her, but she continued to overload the nerves on the 
crown of his dick.

He fought her but it only added to the sensations as she 
had to continuously adjust to keep him in place. She 
continued her licking, sucking, rubbing until his nerve-
endings shut down. She felt him relax above her and just 
caressed him with her mouth and tongue. She waited to 
see what he would do now.

He climbed off her and sat back on the other end of the 
couch. His breathing started to slowly even out. He 
didn't move so she got up and walked to the nearby 
bathroom.

She came out moments later. Eye contact told her she 
could leave. She allowed him to assist her with putting 
on her coat and allowed him to walk her to the door. 

He closed the door behind her. He walked to the phone 
and dialed the number.

"Hello" a different voice not as husky as the previous 
one. 

"Ebon"

"Yessir"

"Everything was satisfactory." 

"We were happy to help." 

He hung up the phone knowing it would show up on his 
next charge card statement. He reached for his liquor 
glass and took a careful sip.

"That was beautiful." 

He turned around as the voice came to him from the door 
to his bedroom.

He blinked. 

Blinked again. 

He looked at his liquor glass and at the door to his 
penthouse. He looked back at the man he refused to 
believe was standing at the entrance to his bedroom.

"No, I'm serious Ebon. That was truly beautiful. Is she 
one of Malorie's?"

Ebon nodded as Jacob Marley, his dead, very dead partner 
walked toward him. He took a step back. 

Jacob waved his hand at him, chiding him for that step. 
Jacob sat down on one of the seats that matched the 
couch. He looked around the living room before he spoke 
again.

"God, man. What's with the black and glass? Even I had 
enough class to go for antiques."

Ebon sat down heavily on the couch. He looked at his 
liquor glass again. He shook his head briskly and looked 
at Jacob again. Incredibly, enough the thought that 
Jacob had never looked better flashed through his mind.

Jacob was looking much better than when he died or any 
of the years that Ebon knew him. He seemed vital again. 
Ebon could not quite see through him but he could make 
out the black of the couch through Jacob.

"Well, boy. You gonna continue fucking your life up?" 
Jacob said in a frustrated but still friendly voice.

"Fucking up? The business is doing much better than when 
you died."

"Ah to the hell with business. Well, not totally to 
hell. I mean it's a nice way to make money no matter 
what anybody says."

"And you certainly made a lot of it."

"Yeah, but not much of anything else." Jacob lamented.

"What's wrong with that?" 

"Well, I'm fucking here talking to you." Jacob replied. 
"That's not all to wonderful compared to the 
alternative."

Jacob raised an eyebrow slowly beginning to accept the 
whole thing as a hallucination.

"You don't believe I'm really here, son?" Jacob said 
suspiciously.

"Not at all." Ebon replied honestly.

Jacob laughed at that. "Too bad, kid. Cause I am and I 
got some shitty news."

Ebon leaned back waiting.

"You're fucking your life up according to the powers 
that be. And I'm supposed to help you get a life." Jacob 
said.

"Get a life. I have a life." Ebon said heatedly.

"No, Ebon. You have an existence, just like I did." 
Jacob turned his head but not before Ebon saw the wave 
of sadness that shadowed his eyes.

"What's wrong with that? You did well enough. Look at 
you now. You look better than you ever did. You can't 
tell me that's too bad."

Jacob turned around and his eyes burning with pain. 

"That's the worst part."

Ebon waited not so sure it was all a dream again. 

"They let you look into the other side. They let you see 
everything that you could have had if you had lived and 
then they take it away and they let you go."

"What's so bad about that at least you're not on fire? 
If I have the who they are part of this right."

"Yeah, I'm not on fire. But now, I'm alive and I get to 
watch life pass me by as I did WHEN I was flesh."

"Pass you by?" 

"Yes, Ebon. I get to watch people live. I get to want to 
be a part of their life. I get to remember perfection. I 
get to remember love and I get to watch it. But I can't 
touch any of it, ever."

"Hmm, I still don't see what's wrong with that."

Jacob sighed quietly and stared at the only person he 
had ever been close to.

"We weren't evil, Ebon. We just weren't good."

"I give to charity." Ebon defended himself.

"No, Ebon. You buy good publicity for the company. You 
don't actually give anything."

"What's the difference?" Ebon asked sarcastically.

"Living and living like me." Jacob answered. "You know 
I'm not the only one that gets to do this."

"I'm still not clear on what this is." Ebon replied.

Jacob shook his head, "This is being horny like a 14 
year old boy, being able to watch someone get what that 
woman just gave you and only having it build more. You 
can't complete anything on this side, Ebon. You just get 
to feel it build. Sometimes it subsides, but it all 
comes rushing back the next time you walk into someone 
having sex. It all just gets to build and build, until 
you go crazy. Then you go sane again, and find out none 
of the incredible pressure ever went away."

Ebon shuddered remembering what that had been like, 
being 14 and the mindless horniness that came with some 
physical maturity.

"It's like that with everything. We can't ever escape 
that we didn't live life, Ebon. They make us continue to 
live the exact same way, but they open up whatever that 
place in your soul it is that you hid what the rest of 
the world should have been able to touch." 

Ebon sat quietly listening. 

"You know we can do anything."

Ebon shook his head again.

"Yeah, I walked up into the clouds one time and watched 
the sun that way, kept walking. Never got tired, only 
bored, and then I came back. I think I could have walked 
to the sun. Imagine how long that would have taken."

"You can't move faster."

"No. I can only move faster if I'm with someone moving 
faster than I can walk." 

"Why are you here, Jacob?" Ebon asked. 

"I told you. I have to help you get a life."

"Why you?" 

"I don't know, beyond the only one you know on this side 
that can still interact somewhat with you." 

Ebon nodded.

"I guess I have to give you a real warning about what's 
on this side."

"You're not doing a good job."

"Can you see how much I hurt every now and then."

"Yeah."

"How do you remember me, Ebon?"

Ebon froze.

"Yes, Ebon. It's that bad. Worse even." Jacob lifted his 
right arm exposing his wrist encircling it was a rusty 
bracelet. "It's the only thing I can feel physically. 
The weight of my life and how worthless it was to other 
people. Supposedly when it gets lighter my penance is 
being relieved bit by bit."

"Has it gotten lighter." 

A tear seemed to form and move down Jacob's cheek as he 
replied, "I don't know. I can't remember how much it 
weighed, ever. I don't even know if it's true. Maybe 
it's not, maybe it's a hope they dangle in front of you 
like everything else. You wait and wait, hoping for 
something that's never going to come."

Ebon looked away. 

"You have to change son. They gave you this opportunity 
because there's people that will be here like this if 
you don't move because they needed you. They are more 
than happy to punish you, but not if it means taking 
down everyone that needs you too."

"So how does one change? Give a little more to charity." 
Ebon smirked.

Jacob stared at him until Ebon looked away again.

"You'll be visited by three spirits."

"You gotta be fucking kidding me. What is this a remake 
of The Christmas Carol starring Ebonezer? Does this have 
something to do with your name?"

Jacob surged up from the chair. 

Ebon stood up to face the challenge but Jacob just 
watched him.

"Three spirits, you know the deal. One at midnight, one 
at the stroke of two, one at four. Change or live 
wanting to touch and being unable to. Change or watch 
the people whom you hid your soul from live like this 
with you."

Jacob waved for Ebon to follow. Ebon shook his head but 
his legs were moving. Jacob walked to the window and 
opened it.

He stepped up to the sill and stepped into air. As he 
did this, the window was hit with a wave of painful 
sound. It struck Ebon full on and he fell to his knees 
as the sound washed through him. It was a chorus of 
uncounted millions crying incoherent sounds of 
inexpressible sorrow, self-accusation, lamentation and 
regret. It was mindless. Millions of souls driven to 
insanity and beyond by viewing everything they could 
have had and denied themselves.

Ebon covered his ears and the sound lessened, not 
because of his hands. The sound lessened of its own 
volition. He could still hear the loss but it did not 
attack him. He looked up at Jacob who was watching him.

"Three spirits, Ebon. Joke about it if you will, but 
each is a lesson about the path back. Learn each one 
well, you're not the only one you have to bring back."

Jacob then screamed his own pain at Ebon. The voices 
rose again assaulting Ebon. His mind tried to rebel 
against the sound but the emotions that battered at the 
place he hid his own. He covered his ears again but they 
continued mercilessly driving every ounce of sorrow, and 
pain into him, driving into him, digging for the core of 
his soul.

He blacked out as the chorus reached the natural 
crescendo of touching the living wound on his soul.


Stave 2 - Boy from the past...
------------------------------


Ebon woke up on the floor. He had the echo of pain still 
floating through his brain. He sat up slowly, looking 
around. The window was open, the cold of the evening 
taking advantage and entering his room.

He stood up carefully and walked the three steps to the 
window.

"No fucking way." He whispered to himself as he looked 
outside for something he refused to accept he might see.

A heavy bell from somewhere in the night struck eleven 
times. He turned around to stare at his own clock. The 
thought that he would know the truth soon flashed 
through his mind.

He reached out to close the window, still struggling 
with his disbelief. He thought, and thought and thought 
it over; fighting with his rational mind against the 
echo of sorrow that was dancing in his soul. The more he 
thought, the more the confusion built as the echo became 
more noticeable and the headache more pronounced.

He sat down on the edge of the bed holding his hands to 
his head. He started screaming inside himself letting 
rage drown out sorrow.

Rage won, shouting down the accusation in the chorus of 
voices.

He lay back, determined to win a thorough victory. He 
resolved to wait for whatever demons his mind cared to 
throw at him.

He was sure none of it was real anyway.

The alarm clock woke him up. He smiled before opening 
his eyes, relieved. He opened his eyes to realize it was 
still dark in his room. He slept with the shades open so 
his room should not have been so dark. He looked over at 
the alarm clock next his bed.

12:00 AM.

He didn't remember setting the alarm for that time.

The door to his bedroom opened. His eyes snapped to see 
who could be opening the door; another demon had come. A 
boy stood in the doorway, just above the height that 
said he should be a teenager but too underdeveloped to 
look like one. His face shone with innocence. Light 
brown hair fell past his shoulders as he looked at Ebon. 
His eyes were cloudy blue that spoke of sadness for the 
things that have come and gone. He stared at Ebon before 
he stepped inside.

"I expected a little more light." Ebon said as he 
stepped away from the bed. 

The boy smiled which suffused his entire body with a 
soft light.

"Like that?" the boy asked.

Ebon sat down on the bed, and shook his head. 

"I'll take the non-nightlight Ghost of Christmas Past." 
Ebon said to the boy. 

The child laughed as the light around him died. 

Ebon stared at the boy for a second. He was dressed in 
red shorts, with bright green trimmings: an escaped elf 
from Santa's workshop.

The boy smiled again as if he could read Ebon's mind. 

"So you ARE the Spirit of Christmas past." 

"None other." the Spirit answered. He made a leap across 
the room, over Ebon's head, and onto the bed. The Spirit 
started a spirited bed bouncing episode.

Ebon got off the bed quickly and turned to face the boy. 
The boy was laughing freely as he sat down hard and 
allowed the bounce in the mattress to bring him to his 
feet again.

Ebon watched him for a moment again, before speaking. " 
I forgot my next line." he said.

"Long Past?" the boy giggled out. 

"Huh?" Ebon said confused. 

"You're supposed to ask me if I'm the Spirit of 
Christmas Long Past, or is it the Long Spirit of 
Christmas Past." the spirit took a powerful bounce and 
jumped towards Ebon.

Ebon reached out to catch him. The child looked with 
those sad blue eyes into Ebon's own. The child wriggled 
and Ebon let him go. 

Ebon watched as the Spirit began to pick up different 
things in the bedroom and toss them aside when he saw 
they were thing only adults could be interested in.

"So are you?"

"Am I what?" the spirit said not looking at Ebon but 
mischief lacing his voice.

"Are you the Spirit of Christmas Long Past, or is it the 
Long Spirit of Christmas Past?"

The child turned around, pulled his shorts from his 
waist, and looked inside.

"Well, not the Long Spirit.." he replied, "Not yet 
anyway." 

Ebon broke into a second's worth of laughter. The child 
smiled peacefully.

Ebon stopped his laugh, and tried to look down at the 
boy.

"Your Christmas past." green eyes turned sadder as he 
approached Ebon.

"What?" Ebon asked. 

"I'm here to try to help you, Ebon. Not everything that 
can help you, but a small part."

"What part do you serve?"

"Memory" 

Ebon nodded, trying to understand the cryptic remark. 

The spirit walked to the open window, and reached a hand 
back to Ebon.

"Do we really have to do the whole flying through the 
night thing? I'm not really all that into heights 
without parachutes."

The spirit laughed, walked back to Ebon and took him by 
the arm. Ebon felt warmth spread to his extremities as 
the child's hand touched him.

"You are going to hold me up right. No letting go, and 
then flying down to catch me. 'Cause that's definitely 
not a thing to do."

"You weren't that type of child.", the Spirit replied.

The child stepped up to and over the sill. Ebon followed 
absentmindedly; trying to figure out what the child had 
meant by the last remark.

They were soaring through the night air, before Ebon 
started to pay attention. They moved into a low level 
cloud. On the other side everything below them had 
changed. There were fewer lights and none had the 
harshness of city night lights.

They came down onto a porch. 

"I haven't been here in a while." Ebon said quietly. 

The Spirit nodded. He pulled Ebon toward the door, and 
passed with him through it. They should have entered 
into the front hallway, with the steps to upstairs 
directly in front of them. Instead, they entered the 
kitchen.

"Mom!" Ebon exclaimed as soon as he saw the couple 
standing in the kitchen of his old home.

"They can't hear you Ebon, or see you." 

Ebon stared at the woman leaning against the sink. He 
turned to look at the man sitting down at the table 
looking up at the woman.

"You never called her mom before." the boy said coming 
to stand by Ebon.

"Did you tell him?" the woman said walking to the oven. 
She opened the oven door and looked at a sheet of 
Christmas cookies.

"Yes, I did." The man replied standing up and pacing 
around the kitchen.

She closed the oven door slowly, straightened up, but 
kept her back to him. Ebon smiled as he recognized her 
reaction to having to ask questions she didn't want to.

"What did he say?" 

The man sat down and looked at her back before he 
replied, "He asked if he would be moving out now."

Her head dropped. She reached around behind her. Her 
hand touched one of the kitchen chairs and she collapsed 
into it crying softly. 

The man shot to her side, and started to stroke her 
hair. "It's not us, babe. You know it's not us. His 
parents died a year ago... He doesn't understand... He's 
only six."

Ebon turned toward the door to the living room. He knew 
it would be open. Not a lot, just enough for a six year 
old face to watch the man and woman that had taken him 
in crying over his loss. He knelt down so he could look 
at the face. 

He remembered every emotion and watched them color his 
young face. The shock that these people cried over him 
when their own child was going to come into the world, 
the guilt of feeling for someone when he could still 
remember his own parents, the acceptance that his 
parents weren't going to come get him; he watched 
emotion fight emotion.

The door closed. 

Ebon knew the child would go up his room, and cry a last 
time for dead parents before burying them in his heart.

"Come." the child said to Ebon taking his hands. 

"Wait!" Ebon said staring at his foster mother.

"No, Come!" the boy insisted dragging Ebon to the door 
leading out into the living room.

They walked through the door into a spacious living 
room. Ebon knew they were in a different time in his 
past. Memories flooded him threatening to overwhelm.

"NO!" he exclaimed angrily. He ripped his arm from the 
boy's gripped. He turned to walk back into the kitchen 
but the door swung open and he was beaten.

A teenage girl walked through the door carrying a small 
tray of cups smiling at someone in the room. Ebon heart 
skipped beats as he saw the excitement shining in her 
eyes. It was Brenda at sixteen.

He turned to see himself at 23 sitting on the floor in 
front of the couch. The younger version of himself was 
staring at the tree, unsuspecting of what his foster 
sister had planned for him.

Brenda sat down next to the younger Ebon putting the 
tray up on the couch. She handed Ebon a cup. The older 
Ebon smiled as he remembered that first taste of alcohol 
in the eggnog.

The younger Ebon reacted as he remembered. 

"Bren, what the hell did you put in this stuff?" he 
said, a hint of laughter was in his voice as he took 
another careful sip.

"I thought you needed to relax. I mean you've been all 
studying and stuff," she whispered. The older Ebon saw 
everything he should have noticed at the time. How she 
watched him drink carefully (he had not had much 
experience with alcohol), how she didn't drink but only 
used the cup to warm her hands, how her breathing had 
nervous hitches in it, the shining in her eyes as her 
decision solidified the more and more the alcohol hit 
the younger Ebon.

The scene blurred and he knew that time had passed. He 
took a step back not wanting to relive what was coming 
but he felt a wall behind him. He turned to look but 
there was nothing behind him. He scanned the room and 
saw the Spirit sitting on the back of the couch watching 
the two people on the floor.

Ebon looked down at himself and Brenda. She had taken of 
the sweater and was dressed in only jeans and a t-shirt. 
He remembered his own surprise when he noticed she 
wasn't wearing a bra. His hands itched as the old blast 
of pure lust hit him again.

Brenda reached up and started running her hands along 
the younger Ebon's face. Ebon knew what the younger 
version of himself was thinking. The alcohol had fuzzed 
the thinking process, he had known what was happening 
but was rationalizing that it was just a sisterly touch, 
just holding onto that thought until it was too late.

And by then it would be too late. 

She started tickling him. That started a wrestling 
match, he knew how much she didn't like to be tickled so 
it was a fight to make her stop without retaliating. She 
ended up on top of him, their faces inches away.

Too late. 

The first kiss was a tentative touch of lips, a 
suggestion, a hope. The second deepened the hope into 
prayer, as long built-up pressure came out. Ebon 
admitted to himself that he had wanted her. She had been 
his in a special way from her first day. He had 
protected her, cared for her more than himself since he 
could remember. He had never loved her as a sister, this 
was what he had felt for her.

The kiss deepened as tongues fought to say more than 
they could with words. The younger Ebon's hands came 
around to caress her ass through her jeans. The hands 
touched, cupped, became more insistent as the clothing 
kept them away from skin. Ebon pulled the t-shirt from 
her jeans and let his hands run along her lower back. 
She started grinding her hips into him.

The older Ebon saw what he had denied afterward that he 
had not hurt her. She had wanted this, probably more 
than he had. He felt his knees buckle. He sat down with 
his eyes frozen on the couple.

She disconnected their lips long enough to take the t-
shirt off. She was coming back down but was stopped as 
Ebon brought his hands around to hold her breasts. His 
thumbs began a light pass over nipples. She groaned at 
the initial contact, and her breathing deepened as he 
continued the pass. She gasped as Ebon reached up to 
capture one nipple in his mouth and applied gentle 
suction. She grabbed his head lending him support, 
needing him to continue. He switched breasts and she 
gasped at the assault of sensation from a different 
place.

Ebon knew what was about to come; maybe it would have 
been better if it had been more careful. He shook his 
head, no nothing would have dimmed the guilt he had felt 
at betraying his foster.. No, his parents.

The younger Ebon sat up holding Brenda in place and 
turned so she was on her back. He reached to her jeans 
undoing the belt, and buttons of her jeans in frantic 
motions.

Ebon shuddered as he saw the loss of control the younger 
man was going through. But he saw why he had been so 
successful, she was just as frantic to remove her 
clothing. It was her who started pushing her jeans and 
panties down her thighs, he started helping but she was 
still the lead in that portion of her disrobing.

The younger man hesitated when she lay naked beneath 
her. It was only the older Ebon that saw the victory in 
her eyes. The younger man dove to the juncture of her 
thighs, as the older man remembered how badly he had 
wanted to taste her.

The victory fled from her eyes, as pleasure flooded her 
body from her center. Ebon wasn't being careful or 
giving, he was there for himself to drink from her but 
the results were the same. She had been waiting since 
her first knowledge of the difference between men and 
women for him. She gasped and reached down to run her 
fingers through his hair. The older Ebon watched her 
face as lust continued to overpower him. He remembered.

"Ebon!" she nearly screamed as she went over the climax 
of pleasure. Her toes flexed attempting to make 
themselves fists, her hands tried to get a grip on the 
carpet, her thigh muscles began to vibrate as she 
reached the apex of sensation. She bit her lips to stop 
from screaming but as her eyes rolled back she couldn't 
control the mindless chanting of her lover's name.

She had just begun to come down again when the younger 
Ebon knelt between her legs using his to keep them 
spread. He was taking off clothing as fast as he could. 
She had not completely drifted down when he was naked 
with a rampant erection pointing towards her. He reached 
down to grip her just below one knee. 

He pushed her leg up and reached with his other hand to 
get a grip on himself. He placed himself at the entrance 
to her pussy. She gasped as the hard warmth bumped her 
clitoris, it stopped her downward movement from 
pleasure. She opened her eyes to look at him; her hands 
moved to grab him at his hips to pull him into her. It 
was unnecessary, a small adjustment had put his dickhead 
in a position to open her pussylips with the very tip of 
his penis. Her hands touched his hips but the forward 
movement into her had already begun. She dug her nails 
in as he moved inexorably forward. It was one 
unstoppable thrust to sink him completely inside her. 
Her cry of pain jolted both the younger and older Ebon. 

The older came out of his trance as guilt assaulted his 
lust, but the younger man didn't understand. His eyes 
looked lost as he looked down. He needed completion; of 
the act, of every fantasy he wouldn't admit, of love he 
couldn't admit. The guilt was enough to buy her a small 
reprieve to give her body time to accept him. She dug 
her nails into his hips and began to slowly gyrate her 
hips, much faster than the older Ebon remembered. He 
remembered it as a small eternity where every part of 
his body wanted to pull out and thrust back in but he 
had to wait for her.

The younger Ebon pulled out slowly and thrust back 
inside. He had wanted it to last to give her pleasure 
beyond what any man ever could. She had different plans 
as nails scored his side spurring him faster. He could 
have held against that but she started helping by moving 
her hips the two inches that she could move them; trying 
to ride him from beneath. Ebon's head moved back as he 
started pistoning both of them into climax.

This time there was no loss of volume as she screamed 
his name at the beginning of her orgasm. He leaned down 
to kiss her to take her screams into himself as he 
exploded inside her. He ground his hips releasing into 
her body as her arms came around him to bring him 
tighter against her body. They lay shivering in pleasure 
for a long moment.

The Spirit came to stand in front of the older Ebon 
blocking his view. 

Ebon stood up and let the Spirit take him by the hand. 
He refused to look back at the couple intertwined as 
sleep slowly overcame them. The spirit turned him toward 
the door.

Ebon felt them shift as they touched the door. The 
office party of his first job. It had been a good 
experience. He had met one of the firm's best client's 
Jacob Marley at this party but somehow he didn't think 
that would be what he was here to see.

He saw her. 

Sylvia.

Blonde hair streamed down her back as her blue eyes 
searched the people for the only face that she would 
recognize here. He had met her in their freshman year at 
law school. He had been purpose but she had been 
passion. She defended every one of her beliefs with a 
passion he could not match with cold logic. They had 
been friends but in the time after his sex with Brenda 
she had become more. He still didn't know if it had been 
because he wanted someone between him and Brenda or 
because he had touched something in those few moments 
and knew he could have the same with this attractive 
woman.

"We don't have to be here." he told the Christmas 
Spirit. 

"Yes, we do, Ebon."

"Fuck!" Ebon said knowing what was coming. 

Sylvia finally found saw another version of Ebon in a 
corner talking to Jacob Marley. The two men were 
engrossed in a conversation. The older Ebon couldn't 
remember exactly what; considering what happened he 
should have.

Sylvia walked towards them. The older Ebon followed as 
if he could stop what was about to happen.

He watched as she politely said hello to Jacob but 
motioned for Ebon to talk with her into the conference 
room. The older Ebon was already moving in that 
direction.

He was inside the room when the younger version of 
himself slammed the door closed.

"Sylvia, what are you doing? I needed to talk to that 
man."

"Why? Is he going to fund your first grab at a million 
dollars?" she yelled at him.

Both Ebons turned to look outside, but no one had 
noticed her voice raising.

"Goddamit, don't yell! You know I hate that."

"So what? Am I supposed to accept that you don't have 
time for anything but work anymore? That you fucking 
treat me like I'm like a sex-stop on the way to your 
success."

"You know it's not like that, Sylvia." he said losing 
some of his temper.

"I know it's not like THAT, Ebon. But that's how you 
make it feel."

"If you know it's not like that, then what is this 
about?"

The older Ebon winced at the stupidity of that remark. 

Sylvia froze looking at him. The older Ebon could see 
the pain in her eyes. The younger man did not.

"Why did you cancel our Christmas visit to your house?" 
she asked simply.

The older Ebon nodded, this had been the one thing she 
couldn't understand. The breakup had been his fault, but 
the last straw was not something he could have ever 
avoided giving her.

"I need to work on the 26th," the younger Ebon said 
simply. The older man watched as the young woman 
searched for an opening that wasn't there in the younger 
man's face. His face had shut-out all emotion, he stared 
back at her eyes that said nothing.

That gave nothing.

"You know it's over right," she said as tears started to 
fall out of her eyes.
The face still gave nothing.

She nodded, squared her shoulders and walked out of the 
room proudly. The older Ebon watched her smiling that 
she had not left defeated even though he knew; as he had 
known then, that she had truly loved him. They had both 
known the relationship was collapsing, the younger Ebon 
could not give enough. Neither the older or younger 
version blamed her for leaving.

The younger Ebon stared out the window for a few 
minutes. There was a knock on the door. Both Ebons 
turned to the door. Jacob Marley stuck his head and 
smiled.

"Women problems, son." 

The younger Ebon smirked confirmation.

"Well, here's as good a solution as I know." Jacob said 
lifting up a bottle of Jack Daniels.

The younger Ebon smiled and nodded walking towards his 
future.

"That's the end of my painful Christmas pasts. We can go 
home now."

"No." the Spirit said. 

Ebon nodded, steeling himself for what was coming. 

The Spirit took his hand and walked him to the door. 
Ebon felt himself shutting down inside. This part he did 
not need to remember, every part was burned into his 
soul.

They walked through the door, and onto the porch of his 
parents' home. They waited, Ebon saw the police cars in 
front of the house, that he hadn't notice at the time of 
the scene. He turned to look up the street just as the 
taxicab made the turn. It stopped in front of the home. 
Ebon stepped out of the cab, paid and started up to the 
door. The older version remembered that he had been 
thinking about the goals for Marley's firm for the next 
year. He rang the doorbell, he had his own keys but 
never used them out of respect for his parents.

The door opened and a tall black policeman was stood 
staring at Ebon. Ebon took a step back to look darkly at 
the uniformed cop. Brenda came to the door.

"Ebon!" she cried before jumping into his surprised 
arms. They had not touched since two Christmases ago. 
She started sobbing uncontrollably. She was gasping 
words between sobs but both Ebons only heard the 
important ones.

"Mom..Dad..mugger..dead!"

The older Ebon shut his eyes in pain, as Brenda fainted; 
the assault too much for her. The younger Ebon fell onto 
the porch, his eyes empty again; the child inside 
resurged as a remembered pain was echoed by his new 
life.

"We leave, now!" Ebon said to the Spirit. 

He turned to confront the boy, but behind him was his 
bedroom. He turned back to look at the younger Ebon and 
Brenda, but all he could see was the other half of his 
bedroom.

He looked around the room.

Nothing. 

He reached up to wipe the tears that had bled out of his 
eyes as the loss of his second mother and father had 
come back.

He turned and lay on the bed. 


Stave 3 - Three lost women in the present
------------------------------------------


The light woke him up. 

It was pouring from underneath the door to the living 
room. He thought for a second to stay in his bed.

"Ebon!!! GET IN HERE!!" an exuberant male voice shouted 
from the other side of the door precluding any further 
thoughts in not heading in that direction.

He stood up angrily, stomped toward the door, and threw 
it open.

The tableau in front of him nailed his feet to the 
ground him in place. The light was coming from a massive 
Christmas tree with lights festooned on every branch and 
a torch beside a throne-like chair. There were thousands 
of gifts around the bottom of the tree. Ebon thought 
that was impossible but he stopped counting at one 
hundred and hadn't made a dent into the stacks of gifts 
they spread out from the tree in an ocean of wrapping 
paper washing over every piece of his furniture.

He looked to the chair to see a giant of a man sitting 
with three sprite-like versions of women kneeling at his 
feet. They were attacking a penis proportionally sized 
for a man Ebon thought had to top 7 feet without a 
problem. The sprites were wrestling the massive dick 
from each other for an opportunity to lick it. One won 
out for a second and managed to get the head in her 
mouth, Ebon moved unconsciously to get a better view and 
she tried to impale her head onto the penis. He knew it 
was impossible, so did she but she tried anyway. Her 
cheeks collapsed as she gave up and started suckling 
him.

Ebon looked at the women again and realized they weren't 
really tiny. Just small for women, but beside the man 
they seemed to be children. The man reached down with 
one hand to caress a well-developed breast and as the 
one of the women climbed onto him to share a kiss, the 
other hand moved to cup her ass.

That left two women at his dick and they seemed to have 
decided to share pleasures instead of fighting over 
them. One had begun a vigorous licking of the man's 
ball-sac as the other one treated his penis to the same. 
They switched but this time, a woman took one of the 
man's testicles completely into her mouth as her 
companion did the same to the bulbous head of the man's 
penis.

The third woman seemed to have gotten tired of just 
kissing, she put one foot on one woman and pushed her of 
the man's penis. She did the same to the other woman. 
She straddled the sitting man, reached between them to 
place the huge head between her pussylips.

"Not a fucking chance!" Ebon said as he compared the 
size of the woman, and the man's cock.

She was determined though. She hyperventilated and 
pressed inexorably downward, her pussylips spread 
obscenely, as she dropped her head back and gasped in a 
mixture of pain and pleasure. She held each millimeter 
she gained for a length of time before dropping another 
millimeter onto the man's dick.

"Not a fucking chance!" Ebon said as she accepted more 
and more of the man's penis inside herself.

It was obvious that each tiny bit gained only heightened 
her pleasure. She finally hit bottom and orgasmed with 
only about half of the man's penis inside her. Her body 
trembled uncontrollably as the man reached to hold her 
weight up so she wouldn't collapsed; her weight driving 
him farther than she could take. 

She regained control and began a slow trip up, at the 
apex she began to move downward again. The pace that her 
pussy allowed her to move had increased with the wetness 
caused by her orgasm but it would have driven a normal 
man crazy in its slowness. The giant seemed unconcerned, 
pleasured by it, but not driven mad by her slow travel 
up and down his dick. It was having an effect on Ebon 
and the other two women though. One stood up and moved 
determinedly toward Ebon, he backed up but his movement 
had taken him from the door so he hit solid wall. The 
third woman had climbed the throne and dropped her pussy 
onto the man's face.

The woman hit Ebon low, dropping him sideways beside the 
wall. She sat on his thighs and loosed the robe around 
his waist. She smiled gleefully at the erect penis. 
There was no real foreplay, no hesitation. She looked 
him in the eyes, and crawled into position. She crawled 
herself where her pussy was just beyond the head of his 
penis. She then dropped her hips onto his stomach and 
started sliding backward. The angle was wrong for 
penetration, but she was obviously being driving them 
both upward.

She moved down until his penis stood up against her 
pussy. She took a playful bite at his nipples looking up 
at him, smiling sex. She moved towards him, his dick 
sliding lower and lower. She gasped as the alignment 
became right, she hitched her hips to capture the head 
of his dick just inside her pussylips. She smiled sex at 
him again as he pushed up with his hips to lodge the 
head of his penis again. She stopped smiling as pleasure 
moved through her body when Ebon gripped her shoulders 
and slid her completely onto his dick.

She sat up and began to rotate her hips, she leaned 
forward until she seemed to get the right amount of 
contact between her clit and him. She began to grind 
again. He lifted his hips and dropped letting her weight 
drop her forcefully onto his penis again. She grunted as 
the sudden drop drove her higher on her trip to orgasm. 
Ebon knew this position left him in a great deal of 
control as her grinding stimulated him but didn't make 
him climb towards orgasm.

He had not counted on her need for more stimulation when 
her orgasm hit. It began with her grinding her hips on 
him madly, but when orgasm hit her pussy began to flex 
and unflex uncontrollably. She wanted to stay in the 
middle of orgasm, wanted that one more unreachable step 
higher in pleasure. She began to do everything she could 
to reach it.

Everything included moving up and down on his penis 
while flexing as tight she could. He grabbed her hips 
trying to stop her but that little bit of extra girth 
his dick gained as he approached his own cumming drove 
her that half-step higher and she needed more. She began 
to pump harder, until he joined her motion with the 
force of his own. He came and she reached that next 
level at the same time.

"Fuck!" he shouted as he felt a wave of dizziness hit 
him as she continued to stimulate his dick as smaller 
waves of pleasure crashed into her body. Finally as he 
thought he might have to forcibly remove her from his 
dick to survive, she collapsed onto his chest breathing 
heavily. He looked up at the ceiling trying to control 
his own breathing. He didn't even know how long it had 
lasted.

"How you doing there, Ebon?", the giant asked as he came 
to stand at Ebon's head. He had put on a Christmas green 
robe with fur trimmings.

"Oh, it's pretty good." Ebon answered trying to get out 
from underneath the woman. The man knelt down and 
spanked her buttocks firmly. She snapped up and look at 
the giant with playful anger seemingly prepared for 
round two. The giant laughed heartily as he shared a 
distracting kiss with her. Ebon stood up and tied the 
robe around himself.

The giant stood up. 

"Thanks, Ebon. I mean I can handle one or maybe two of 
them. But three well, I ain't got THAT much dick." the 
giant laughed at his own joke.

Ebon nodded his head being pretty sure one of these 
three women would have been more than he could handle to 
begin with.

Ebon stuck his hand out to be shaken, "The Spirit of 
Christmas Present?" he asked.

The giant wrapped his massive hand around Ebon's own, 
"Yeap, that's me. Got a present for me."

The giant collapsed in laughter again.

Ebon couldn't help smiling. The man had life and the joy 
of it pouring out of him infectiously.

"Well, I guess you know the story, right. The scary 
ghost, past, present, and then hoodoovoodoo future."

Ebon nodded.

"Well, come on let's go. I'm the nice one." He stopped. 
"I'm sad but I'm not, you know, heart wrenching the way 
the other two are."

Ebon thought about the people he knew. "There's no Tiny 
Tim so how will you really affect me?" he asked.

"Child, there's always a Tiny Tim in someone's life. 
They just don't pay enough attention. Just like you 
haven't.", the ghost replied seriously.

The Spirit stuck his arm toward Ebon, "Grab my robe, and 
we can get this show on the road."

Ebon shrugged and grabbed the robe. At his contact the 
room flowed and solidified into a living room he had 
never been in.

"Roberta?" he asked the Spirit as he noticed his 
secretary with a teenage boy and a younger girl 
decorating a Christmas tree. There was an older woman 
that resembled Roberta sitting on a loveseat near the 
tree giving a running commentary on uncovered spots.

"Tif, why don't you come help us." Roberta said towards 
Ebon and the Spirit. Ebon turned around to see a girl 
looking out the window.

"Tiny Tim?" he asked the Spirit without turning away 
from the girl.

"Yes." 

Ebon walked to get a better look at the girl. She was 
beautiful in the same way her mother was beautiful. 
Raven hair, the same green eyes, every feature in her 
face saying she would grow up to be a twin to her 
mother.

"What's wrong with her?" he asked the spirit while 
continuing to admire her. He knew he was attracted to 
Roberta but had never done much about it, believing 
their working relationship was too comfortable to put 
pressure on it.

The girl's eyes stared out into the road. He moved so he 
could look deeply into her eyes. He could see a spark of 
life but it was so deep and as he watched it grew 
dimmer.

"It was an in-house robbery," the Spirit said. 

"What?"

"They broke into the house in the middle of the day. 
Tiffany was with her father. They killed her father."

Ebon nodded, with the understanding of one who has lost 
parents too. "Did they hurt her?" he asked.

"No, the killing of her father surprised them just as 
much. They fled."

Ebon watched as Roberta walked over to the young woman. 
She sat next to her and started stroking her hair.

"Honey, Peter and Michelle would really like you to help 
decorate the tree. Why don't you go and join them?"

Tiffany turned to look at the two children still 
decorating the tree. Ebon saw the flash of need in her 
eyes, before loss overwhelmed it and she shook her head.

Roberta nodded, "Maybe later, baby?" she asked. It was 
obvious to Ebon she was trying to keep desperation out 
of her voice.

Roberta got up and walked to a door, opening it she 
stepped into that room. The older woman followed Roberta 
into the next room. Ebon did the same.

He walked into Roberta's kitchen. She was sitting down 
on one of the chairs with tears obviously threatening to 
escape. The older woman sat next to her.

"Baby, I know you don't want to but we might have to. 
It's beginning to affect the other children. Peter has 
been in two fights over Tiffany, already."

"I know, mother. But I don't want to hospitalize her. 
She should be in college not in a mental institution."

"We don't have a choice, she's going in deeper, and we 
can't stop her."

"But if we leave her, she won't have any reason to stop 
herself, mother."

The older woman nodded and sat back. It was obvious to 
Ebon this was an argument they had gone over quite a few 
times. It was tougher on both women because a part of 
them agreed with the other argument. Tiffany's mother 
having to deal with Tiffany's problems affecting her 
other children, and being unable to stop her downward 
descent. Tiffany's grandmother not wanting to let the 
girl go.

"So have you asked that Scrooge of a boss of yours for a 
raise." the older woman said with a smile on her face.

"Mother. You know he pays me enough, for being a 
personal secretary."

Roberta defended her boss, "He pays all of his people a 
lot."

"Bah. You're not his secretary. By now, you can run that 
place on your own like clockwork." 

"It really helped in my management classes."

"Bah, again."

"Come on, mom. He's a machine when it comes to business. 
You can't look at what he's doing, you always have to 
see why he's doing it, and then you understand how."

"Still for everything he has you doing, you should get 
more money and one of those fancy titles." the older 
woman insisted but more weakly.

"Mom, you know he pays me enough to pay the bills and a 
lot more. After all I'm a secretary."

"But you have that fancy piece of paper. You could get 
better." 

"Better for my ego, but not better for my family. Plus 
maybe someday I'll tell him about my "fancy piece of 
paper" and see if he gives me a different position, but 
once the kids are all taken care of, mom."

"But" the old woman began

"No, mom." Roberta replied. "I get paid much more than 
the entry-level management, believe me. We don't need 
the pay cut right now." 

The older woman nodded. 

Roberta looked around the room for a minute. "Can you 
take care of the kids for a bit, mom. I need to lie 
down."

The older woman nodded and walked into the living room. 
Roberta waited a few minutes and then walked into the 
living room also. 

"Come on," the spirit told Ebon. 

"What?"

"Come on," the spirit said following Roberta through the 
living room, up the steps and into what seemed to be her 
bedroom.

"What are we doing?" Ebon asked as he trailed behind 
them.

"You need to see this," the spirit replied. 

Roberta closed the door, but the spirit and Ebon just 
walked through it.
She sat down on the bed for a few minutes just staring. 

"What am I supposed to see?" 

"She got a lot of nervous energy building up." the ghost 
said. "The kids are about to drop but her energy is 
different. She is stressed and hasn't been with a man 
since her husband's death."

"This is about to get perverted." Ebon said. 

"No, Ebon. It's about to get human. You better see that 
other people have needed you for years now. This was one 
of them."

"You want me to sleep with her?" Ebon exclaimed 
surprised.

"Yes, no. That's up to you, but she needed a friend as 
much as you did. You could have been a lot to each other 
if you had let someone else in. Maybe not for sex but 
you should have been there for her."

"Fuck!" Ebon said realizing that she had worked for him 
for years and he hadn't even known her husband had been 
killed. She must have used sick days or vacation to 
mourn.

She stood up and walked over to the mirror. She began to 
remove clothing.

"Shit!" Ebon said as his eyes became glued to her. He 
walked over to get a better view, forgetting that he had 
argued against it.

She took off all her clothes and stood naked looking at 
herself in front of the mirror. Ebon did a lot of 
looking himself.

Her body was obviously not the one that her daughter 
had, but it was mature, womanly. The slight sag in her 
breasts made them seem fuller, her hips more capable of 
cradling a man.

She seemed to make a decision as she cupped her breasts. 
She went to lie on the bed on her back.

"She's not going to?!" Ebon said as he followed. He felt 
himself get hard again.

She spread her legs a comfortable amount but didn't 
begin at their juncture. Ebon stopped to study her. She 
began to run small circles around her nipples not quite 
coming into contact with their tips. Ebon felt a shiver 
run down his spine from the base of his neck.

She ran her fingertips on her stomach, and up her legs 
as far as she could reach without touching. She started 
to play with her pubic hair.

"Man, she has really needed a man for a long time." the 
Spirit said clinically as he came to stand by Ebon.

"This was a mistake." Ebon whispered mesmerized by 
Roberta as she reached between her legs after one long 
sweep of her hands through all the skin she could touch.

"What was a mistake?" the spirit said smiling. 

"Me and her not, that was a huge mistake." Ebon admitted 
as Roberta made contact with her clitoris with the pad 
of one finger. Her hips reaction to the contact was 
paralleled by a pulsing in Ebon's penis.

The contact also ended Roberta's playfulness with 
herself. She got down to business rubbing her clit in 
small circles every now and then changing the direction 
of the circles.

"She knows what she wants, doesn't she?" 

"You hired her for that very reason, didn't you. Pay her 
well because she's so..hmm..efficient."

The pressure must have been immense inside Roberta 
because after only a few minutes her hand motions became 
just a straight up and down rubbing on her clit as her 
hips came off the bed to grind at her hand. Ebon felt 
his dick get even harder.

She grabbed a pillow and bit into it to stop from 
yelling as her orgasm broke on her body. She kept 
rubbing through it trying to maintain it; Ebon felt his 
hands began to itch with the need to keep her on the 
orgasmic high. Finally, her hips dropped onto the bed 
and she let the pillow go slowly drifting down.

"Dammit." Ebon said as he looked at the Spirit.

"Hey, you're the idiot. I would have been waiting at her 
door after the year of mourning passed. You could been 
in her bed the last two years instead of paying for it. 
She would have given you more the first time, then you 
got all of the times you called that fancy little 
number."

Ebon nodded accepting the truth of it as he looked down 
at Roberta. She had begun to fall asleep.

The Spirit dragged Ebon to the door. 

"Come on, it's time for our next visit." 

"Brenda?" Ebon asked looking back at the peaceful shape 
of Roberta. 

"You have been a sore disappointment in the life of your 
women, my friend."

Ebon blushed.

They passed through the door into a wide-open space that 
Ebon recognized as Brenda's living room. She had too 
much space in her house for one woman but Ebon was 
generous with her making sure she had everything she 
wanted except him, of course.

There was an intimate party going on. He didn't 
recognize most of the 10 people in the room. Just 
Brenda's most recent fling, and her two best friends. 
They were all sitting by the sofa, talking.

"So Brenda." one of the Ebon didn't recognized said "you 
ever going to give one of us guys a chance with you."

Brenda's best friends laughed. It was obviously a joke 
as the man had his arm wrapped around another man. The 
other man acted jealous for a second but smiled. 
Brenda's fling didn't react well to the joke. The 
malicious look in the questioner's eyes said the 
question had been pointed at her anyway.

Obviously, Ebon wasn't the only one present that didn't 
like the blonde. It would have been fine if she had just 
been stupid but she carried a grudge against the rest of 
the world. He didn't understand how Brenda got along 
with her, never mind having sex with her.

Brenda smiled and nodded her head at the questioner. She 
didn't look angry at the question or that it was meant 
to needle her lover.

Ebon saw his own coldness in her eyes toward her lover. 
He blinked in surprise. He looked at the Spirit. 

"You helped raised her, Ebon. Some of you rubbed into 
her, probably a lot of you. She finds the blonde 
attractive but understands her cruelty too. It won't 
last the night."

"I already gave my heart away, Michael. You know that. I 
have to be absolutely sure he's not a factor before I 
try another.. man."

Everyone in the room laughed. 

"Why do you pine over him, he's your brother? That's 
disgusting?" the blonde spit out.

Several people turned toward Brenda with fascination in 
their eyes.

"He's not my brother."

"What is he then?" one of the other men asked. 

"His mom and my dad were very close in college. Never 
lovers but really good friends. They died in an accident 
so my dad and mom took him in. It was an agreement 
between everybody; if either died the other's families 
would take in any children. Ebon was five when they 
died. Seven when I was born. He was never even adopted. 
My mom and dad were just his legal guardians."

"They didn't want to adopt him?" one of the women asked 
disapprovingly.

"They asked him, a lot. But you haven't met Ebon, 
Melisa. Especially back then, but if you met him now, 
realize that he's the same person at thirty-five as he 
was at 9, he's probably nicer now or at least more 
civilized. He always said no to them."

She looked at her lover with anger in her eyes, "So he's 
not my brother, by blood or even legally."

"You were raised with him." the blonde retorted. 

Brenda laughed. "No, dear. His body grew up while I was 
being raised. He helped raise me, but we weren't raised 
together."

"That doesn't say why he's the ONE." Melisa asked.

"You have a big brother right, Mel?" 

Melisa nodded. 

"I was six years old and I followed Ebon around like we 
were attached by leashes. You know that he never said 
anything about it. Even when his friends wouldn't play 
with him because he insisted I had to play too. He would 
just nod, walk to a corner of the playground and play 
with me."

"Oh! Forget it. She's gone." Michael's male friend said. 
"She's been in love with him since she could remember if 
he always treated her like that."

"He won't do anything with you?" Melisa asked. 

"No, damn him." Brenda said angrily. 

"You're not still a ..." Michael asked. 

"Nope." Brenda said blushing. 

"But wait, you wont' let another man touch you, and Ebon 
won't have anything to do with you. Did you just take 
some man one drunk night?" Melisa asked curiously.

"I said he won't have anything to do with me, I didn't 
say he didn't." Brenda said triumphantly. 

"YOU DID NOT!!" Melisa said eyes wide. 

Brenda's lover sniffed, stood up and stomped to the 
kitchen. 

"Damn right, I did. Seduced him really good one 
Christmas night." 

"On Christmas?! Now, that's a Christmas gift." Michael 
said. 

"Shut up, Michael. So what happened?" Melisa asked. 

"I don't know. We were like just sleeping there. I woke 
up and he was gone. He went back to law school. I didn't 
see him the next Christmas. I tried to talk to him but 
he always had a reason to cut me off as soon as I 
started talking about us. The Christmas after that my 
parents were murdered and I needed him too much to push 
him." Brenda said as she looked off into space.

"And now?" Melisa asked. 

"I'm trying to get through to him. Every now and then I 
can see I'm getting to him but then I lose him." she 
said sadly. Melisa walked over to sit next to her; she 
took Brenda's hand in her own. Both women smiled at each 
other leaving all the rest of the people in the room out 
of their communion.

"Come, Ebon. It's time to go." the Spirit whispered. 

Ebon nodded as he turned from the two women. He looked 
at the Spirit for a moment. He seemed to think for a 
moment.

"Are we done?" he asked. 

"Unless you can think of something else." the spirit 
said looking at Ebon curiously.

"Sylvia?" Ebon asked quietly. 

The Spirit looked at Ebon for a moment and nodded. He 
extended the edge of his robe for Ebon to grab onto. 
Ebon grabbed it.

The room blurred for a moment and they were in a child's 
bedroom. Ebon looked around confused. There was a 
sleeping girl on the bed.

"This isn't what I.." he started but the door to the 
bedroom opened and in walked an older Sylvia. She was 
everything he remembered; the long blonde hair, the 
eyes.

She walked over to look at the little girl. She moved 
the covers to better keep the little girl warm. She 
smiled down at the child as she caressed her cheek for a 
moment. A man walked into the room. Sylvia looked up to 
smile at him. The child on the bed resembled the man 
much more than Sylvia but Ebon could see Sylvia's 
cheekbones on the girl's face. The man hugged Sylvia as 
she stood up.

"Merry Christmas, baby." he said kissing her hair. 
Sylvia leaned into him comfortably.

Ebon nodded to himself and turned to the Spirit.

"We can leave now," he said. 

The Spirit nodded, and extended his robe again. The room 
blurred again and Ebon was back in his own bedroom.


Stave 4 - A lonely woman in the future
--------------------------------------


Ebon did not look around his room. He stood facing the 
wall. He prepared himself for the next Spirit. He knew 
what it would be about. He already knew something's in 
his life that had to change but others didn't have to. 
He would not move on those.

He felt the door open behind him as a breeze entered the 
room. He turned to confront the dark Spirit of Christmas 
Yet To Come.

She wasn't dark. 

Ebon took a step back as her unearthly beauty hit his 
eyes.

She glowed, she was so beautiful. She was an albino. 
White hair, white eyebrows, he could see white 
eyelashes. She was so beautiful it took him a minute to 
realize she was naked.

He finally noticed and backed up all the way to the 
wall. If her face was unearthly, her body was divine. 
Proportional breasts that would convince men they were 
fake, and to make women hope the same. Her hips had the 
right of dip and spread for a woman her height. Her legs 
shouldn't have been that long but even when he shook his 
head their length remained the same. Her pubic hair was 
the same white as the hair on her head.

He looked at all of her for a moment. She seemed to 
stand in a wind tunnel, her hair blowing behind her in a 
wind he couldn't feel. He had been expecting a dark 
spirit but this woman was nothing like he imagined until 
he saw her eyes.

She was worse.

Her eyes were the pink of a real albino, but the 
perfection of her body was rivaled by the emptiness in 
her eyes. He saw nothing. Not the nothing of a dead 
person eyes, the eyes moved, the pupils dilated, they 
stared at him with life but utterly empty of emotion. 
They saw him, took notice of him, but were not moved by 
him.

He turned from her eyes, wishing that Scrooge's robed 
Spirit had come instead. The woman pointed to the door.

Ebon nodded. He waited for her to stand aside before he 
walked through the door. He tried not to make it look 
like he was trying to avoid her touching him but he was 
sure her touch would burn like ice.

"Shit!" he said angrily as he saw the girl hanging from 
the roof. It was Tiffany. He was in what looked to be 
her bedroom. It didn't have the hospital feel so he was 
sure they had not committed her. He looked around to see 
if Roberta was in the room but she wasn't. He knew it 
would destroy her when she saw this. Every doubt she had 
about not institutionalizing the girl would return to 
haunt her as guilt.

He heard the door opening and he moved to block the view 
of the person coming in, forgetting they couldn't see 
him. He was too late as Roberta's scream of loss washed 
over him. He turned from the pain that echoed through 
his body as he remembered the losses of his parents. He 
heard movement on steps as older versions of Roberta's 
children and her mother came to look into the room. The 
grandmother also sobbed her pain. The children looked 
lost as tears began to pour down their faces. The older 
women were not in any shape to comfort them so the 
children were swamped by their sorrow.

Ebon turned from them. He could see the Spirit staring 
from him to the girl and back.

"I would have tried to fix this." Ebon said angrily. 
"You didn't have to bring me here. I know I could help 
her. I didn't need anymore convincing."

The Spirit just stared at him with unfeeling eyes. 

"Bitch!" Ebon said with feeling. The Spirit gave him a 
small smile that had no more emotion to it than her 
eyes.

The Spirit waved her hands and the colors of the room 
flowed and changed. They solidified and Ebon smiled.

He looked at the Spirit knowingly as he took in the 
cemetery. 

"Seeing my own gravesite won't affect me you know," he 
said knowingly. "I'm not exactly afraid to die."

The Spirit pointed behind Ebon. Ebon gave her an 
inconstant smile as he already knew what he would see.

He turned to see his own gravestone. The date surprised 
him, he had lived longer than he expected. The gravesite 
didn't touch him as he looked at it with coldness that 
matched the Spirit's emptiness. He looked around the 
gravesite and felt relief that there were no other 
gravesites near it.

He turned to the Spirit, "I died, so what. Scrooge's 
fear was that he died with no one caring. It's not the 
truth, Brenda cared about me. He died alone. But it was 
always what I wanted; to leave no one behind alone. Like 
my parents did to me. It wasn't their fault, I've always 
known that but I was alone."

The Spirit stared at him. 

"We can go. I'll change what I have to change to save 
Tiffany, to help Roberta, to make Brenda go on with her 
life. But I won't crawl for you in fear. I died with few 
mourners and leaving behind those who knew me better. 
Brenda will have my money and be happy for it."

The Spirit smiled again, and pointed towards an 
approaching figure. 

Ebon felt a fist wrap around his heart and squeeze. 

It was a much older Brenda that walked toward the grave 
carrying flowers.

She walked alone. 

The Spirit and Ebon waited for her to reach them. She 
stooped slowly to remove the flowers from his grave and 
replace them with new ones. She sat heavily beside the 
gravesite.

She started telling him what her week had been like, and 
that she was sorry to be late.

Ebon walked around her to kneel by her. 

"No. Goddamit, Brenda. Don't do this." he said quietly 
to her unhearing face.

"I played with Melisa's grandchildren, today." she said. 
"Sometimes I wish I had had children, but..."

"Fuck!" Ebon exclaimed standing up, and kicking the 
gravestone. "You fucking waited. How the FUCK could you 
wait for me, Brenda?"

Ebon knelt by her again, getting close to her face. "I 
am not so special that you have to give up your life, 
everything you want to wait for me."

She kept talking about Melisa's grandchildren. Ebon sat 
down next to her.

"You're supposed to be happy, baby. Get married, like 
Sylvia. Have children, I'm supposed to be their 
disgustingly generous uncle. They give you, 
grandchildren that I spoil too. You're not supposed to 
become a shadow of me. You were never supposed to become 
me."

He sat by her with tears for her on his cheeks as she 
continued her litany to the grave.

The Spirit came and put her hand on Ebon's shoulder. Her 
touch did burn cold. Ebon tried to shake it off, but the 
grip would not relent. He looked up at her. There was 
feeling in her eyes as she used her hand to cover his 
eyes and push him back.


Stave 5 - An end
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The alarm woke Ebon up. He turned to read the numbers. 

11:00 am. 

He had overslept. Somehow, it did not surprise him. He 
lay in bed staring at his ceiling feeling the plates 
that made up his personality shifting. He sighed to 
himself.

He smiled as he wondered who the changes he meant to 
implement in his life would surprise the most.

He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. As he did 
his morning wash and showered he began to plan. 
Obviously, the Christmas presents he had bought were 
woefully inappropriate for the new Ebon.

He shrugged he was rich enough that a few of his clients 
would be happy to open their doors if he made it worth 
his while. Actually, he only really needed one, and the 
man had a family who were all miserly enough to make 
Scrooge's heart cringe.

He got out of the shower, put on a bathrobe, and walked 
to the phone. He opened his personal phone book and 
dialed the proper number. He spoke to the man on the 
other side. The other man sounded extremely 
unappreciative until Ebon started naming things he 
planned to buy for people. He could feel the false 
wattage across the phone line as a greedy smile split 
the other's man face. Ebon gave him a half-hour to get 
to the shop before he would call someone else in his 
phonebook.

He continued to wonder who would be the most surprised 
on the drive to the store. Finally, deciding on Brenda 
for the obvious reason that she probably hoped he would 
change but knew exactly why he wouldn't. 

He parked his car in front of the jewelry shop. The 
owner was waiting by the door and happily held the door 
open for him. Ebon saw the man's wife standing behind 
the jewelry case. She gave the fake's salesperson smile 
to Ebon as he approached. 

"We have a few things to show you," the wife said 
anxiously. They both knew that Ebon spared no expense 
when he moved, so they knew even their greedy hearts 
might be impressed by Ebon Razz shopping spree.
Ebon waved the woman's suggestion away. He walked 
through the jewelry cases. He stopped at the bracelets.

"The diamond tennis bracelet." he said. "Wrap it." 

He thought for a moment. "The emerald one also, they 
almost compare to Tiffany's eyes."

He continued walking through the cases. He stopped at 
the necklaces. He had seen it before and had wanted to 
buy it for her, but didn't think it appropriate. It was 
even more perfect now.

"The half diamond, half ruby heart-charm." 

He started thinking about Roberta's second little girl. 
He didn't know she liked but he had a few innocent 
suggestions that would impress most little girls.

He walked to the case of earrings and pointed 
imperiously at the most brilliant of the diamond studs. 
Completely inappropriate for her, but it should make her 
heart sing. He figured diamonds couldn't hurt any, plus 
he would make sure she could return and use the money 
for anything else she might want.

The boy was harder. He couldn't really buy anything for 
him here. He tapped the inside pocket to his jacket. 
Season tickets to the local football team, with a man 
willing to take to every game should do it. He 
remembered at the last moment as he left the apartment 
the young man had been wearing the jersey of the 
starting quarterback. It wasn't diamonds but he smirked 
at the concept of what young boys thought was the best.

He handed his American Express to the man, as his wife 
was busy humming Christmas carols as she wrapped his 
gifts.

"Shit," he said. "The grandmother."

The man smile widened if that could be believed as Ebon 
turned around and started walking through the aisles 
again. He didn't know the woman well so he settled on a 
beautiful yellow and red gold herringbone necklace. 

The wife rushed over to take it out of the case, and 
hurried to finish his wrapping.

Ebon signed for everything and barely noticed that the 
man went over to his wife to hover. The finally finished 
and gave Ebon a bag. He nodded and thanked them as he 
opened the door and walked to his car.

Brenda had planned for him to come over at this time. He 
knew most of the people he had seen would be there, but 
that was better.

He rang the doorbell at her door. The door opened. He 
looked inside; Melisa had been the one to open the door. 
He could hear laughter in the livingroom. He smiled at 
Melisa.

"The brother?" Melisa asked. 

"Nope. I was never adopted." he replied stepping past 
her. He heard her intake of breath. She understood the 
significance of his words.

He walked into the livingroom with purpose. The room 
froze as he stepped into it and towards Brenda. He had 
separated the gifts in the car so he had hers in his 
hand. She looked at him; her eyes hopeful. He stopped 
and stared at her blonde lover. The woman stared back at 
him challenging him.

He smiled at her dismissively. The people in the room 
that could see his smile came near to gasping as they 
also recognized the significance of it. He looked at 
Brenda, looked at her lover and stood still. His 
eyebrows rose in a question to Brenda.

Brenda looked at her lover, but her choice had been made 
too long ago as tears wet her eyes.

Ebon nodded and finished his walk to her. He stopped in 
front of her letting only inches separate their lips. He 
put the package into her hand, and took a step back. He 
looked at the people around the room. They were still 
staring as if nothing could possibly make them look 
away.

He took a step back to let her open the gift. She still 
looked at him with questions in her eyes, but he just 
nodded at her present. She shredded the paper and 
managed to get the box open in record time. She gasped 
at the charm. He took a step toward her, reached into 
the box, pulled the charm out. He opened the clasp and 
reached behind her neck to put it on her. She shivered 
in pleasure at his touch. He smiled at her.

"It's not what I wanted to give you, but I thought 
something material is customary," he said.

"What did you want to give me?" she asked quietly 
staring up at him.

He shrugged as he used his arms to bring her close for a 
kiss. It was like that first kiss. A gentle touch, a 
question asked. Lips touching in wonder. The second kiss 
was stronger. Passion, love in questing tongues. She 
leaned against him when he broke the kiss. He leaned 
into her too.

Taking her hand, he took a step back. "Want to introduce 
me around?" he asked. 

She nodded still wondering what was going on. They 
walked around the room hand in hand making small talk 
with everyone after a half-hour it was obvious that she 
just wanted to corner him but he wouldn't let her. The 
people in the room watched them with great amusement as 
they danced around each other.

He pulled her to the door. 

"Listen Brenda. I have to stop at Roberta's house."

"No." she said. 

He kissed her, "I have to, baby. I really need to talk 
to her and her daughter."

"Ebon!" she complained..

"Stop by my place tonight okay. We'll celebrate 
privately." He kissed her again with a promise that 
nothing would change.

"I'm the one that waited. You come by here." she said. 

He smiled, kissed her hard.

"Come by my place, Brenda. Tonight." He turned around 
and walked to his car. As he drove away, he could still 
see her in the doorway watching his car.

The drive to Roberta's home was uneventful. He had 
already made a few decisions in her direction, but what 
seemed to be a future with Brenda more than solidified 
the belief that he would have to extend Roberta's 
influence.

He parked the car in her driveway. He got out with the 
bag of gifts in one hand. He had wanted to stay with 
Brenda but there were people here that needed him, too.

He rang the doorbell. Roberta's mother answered; it was 
obvious she didn't recognize him.

"Hello, Ebon Razz." he said extending a hand to him.

She looked at him coldly as she took her hand.

"Mother, who is it?" he heard Roberta's voice from 
inside the house.

"It's your boss, dear." she yelled into the house.

Roberta showed up at the door. "Mr. Razz. Is something 
wrong? Do you need me for something?" she asked 
nervously as she saw that her mother was not kidding.

"I believe that it is customary to exchange gifts on 
Christmas day." he replied.

She blinked. 

Her mother blinked twice. 

Ebon lifted his bag of gifts, "May I come in?" he asked.

Roberta got out of his way automatically. Ebon walked 
into the house looking around. Roberta's younger child 
stood in the doorway to livingroom looking at Ebon.

"Hello." Ebon said to her. 

"Hi," she said brightly. "I'm Michele." Ebon stretched 
his hand out to shake her hand seriously.

"That's Peter." she continued pointing to her older 
brother sitting by Tiffany. The young man looked over at 
Ebon curiously as he tried to get his older sister's 
attention. Ebon smiled at him.

He put the bag down. The little girl looked into the bag 
curiously, she looked up at Ebon in severe curiosity as 
she saw the small gift wrapped boxes inside. Ebon 
started laughing at her avid want to destroy wrapping 
paper.

Roberta and her mother came to stand by him. 

"Actually Roberta," Ebon said looking at her. "I do need 
to do some business while I'm here."

Roberta nodded knowingly.

"I'd like you to help me find your replacement." 

Roberta's eyes widened fearfully. Her mother's face 
reddened in anger. 

"I've been thinking," Ebon continued staring at Tiffany. 
"You do much more than a secretary. You know more about 
the whole company than most of my department heads. I 
still need you as an assistant but most of your 
secretarial duties can be done by someone else."

He turned to look at her before he continued, "You're 
much more of an executive assistant anyway. We'll just 
use that as a way to get you into running the everyday 
things at the firm. I'm tired of that anyway, especially 
since you've been doing it for the last six months 
anyway. I figure eventually we'll just make you the CEO. 
After all, I own the place, why not reap some of the 
benefits."

Her mother's face had blanched, but Roberta's face 
framed a smile that accepted the new Ebon. He had 
guessed right; Brenda did have a harder time accepting 
the changes he had to make for her. 

He reached into the bag for a small box to give to 
Michele. 

"They are a bit expensive, Roberta. But it was a last 
minute thing, if you don't approve next time I'll spend 
less money."

The girl nearly squealed at the perfection of the 
diamonds. Roberta smiled at her, but looked into the bag 
worried. Ebon saw a flash of Christmas greed, too. 

"You should see what I got you," he said. "Much, much 
more beautiful but then again she's just a girl."

He laughed when Roberta fought to keep control. Peter 
had come to investigate after the cry of wonder from his 
little sister.

"Hi, Peter. I'm your mother's boss." Ebon said. He 
extended his hand out to the young man. Peter shook it 
firmly.

Ebon reached into his pocket and pulled out the tickets. 
He passed them to Peter seriously. Peter's eyes widened 
as he read them. He looked at Ebon.

"I had those lying around. I don't really know much 
about football. But since you're a fan I figured you 
might want to drag me along and teach me a thing or 
too."

Peter's head nearly fell off in vigorous nodding. He 
stopped the motion for a second remembering his mother. 
He looked at her pleading with his eyes.

She relented instantly. 

Ebon reached inside pulled out the boxes for Roberta and 
her mother. He handed them over. They ripped them open 
as anxiously as the children, exclaiming just as much.

Ebon studied Tiffany. He knew what he had to do, to pull 
her out of her shell. He just doubted he could actually 
do it.

"Roberta?" he said. 

She looked up at him. 

"Do you mind if I take Tiffany for a drive? I'd like to 
talk to her."

She looked at Tiffany and at Ebon, "I don't think that 
would be a good idea."

"Honey, let Ebon do it." her mother told her studying 
Ebon.

"But Mom." Roberta protested. 

"No, honey. I see it in his eyes."

"What?" Roberta asked studying Ebon as he looked at her 
daughter.

"Remember how you felt when your dad died." her mother 
said.

Roberta nodded. 

"Tiffany hasn't let go. But this man hasn't either." her 
mother declared moving toward a closet to get Tiffany's 
coat. She walked to Tiffany and helped her into it. She 
stood her up and delivered the young woman to Ebon.

She was young, but obviously over eighteen. He knew that 
from the records he kept on his employees.

"Do you know my home phone number?" he asked.

Roberta nodded. 

"I don't really know how long this will take. She and I 
have a lot to say to each other," he told Roberta.

Tiffany looked up at him. The emptiness was not like the 
one he had seen in Spirit of Christmas Yet to Come. It 
wasn't even close. She looked at him curiously but 
shrugged her shoulders.

He took her arm, walked her outside and to his car. He 
waved at the family at the door. Roberta's mother nodded 
at him, as he got into the car.

He drove. He didn't know where they were going. He was 
just driving to hold off the onslaught of demons he 
would have to resurrect to give Tiffany someone to hold 
onto.

He stopped the car on the water's edge. He had not 
really come here. He got out of the car and walked to 
open her door. She looked at him with a spark of 
curiosity. She was not far gone, he knew that.

She just couldn't hold on alone. Her family tried but it 
wasn't what she needed. She moved to take it. She hadn't 
done as much for her family but the newness of the 
experience was garnering some reaction. He walked with 
her to the front of the car. He still held her hand. He 
also needed her as something to hold onto.

The day wasn't as cold as it should have been or he 
would have picked someplace else. They sat watching the 
water for minutes on end.

"I lost four parents violently." he said finally.

He could hear her head snap towards him. He turned to 
look at her. 

"Yeah, four of them." he answered her untoward question. 

"My real parents died in a car accident." he turned to 
look at the water moving back in time inside his 
emotions. " We were just driving along. No bad weather, 
no drunk driver, no nothing. The car just spun out of 
control. It was a back road, people knew it was there 
but most of the time it was faster to use the main road. 
We just slid off the road and into a ditch.

We weren't even going that fast but the car flipped over 
a couple of times. It landed on it's top. We were all 
pinned. I ended up okay. Too small for the car to have 
hurt me seriously. My parents weren't so lucky. They 
died in inches. Right in front of my eyes. Pain does 
nasty things, and when I close my eyes I could still 
hear them crying.

Children aren't supposed to hear parents crying. You can 
see them teary eyed at your graduation, or wedding. But 
they were sobbing from the pain. I couldn't cry, I 
couldn't make a sound. I was that scared. I wanted to 
help but I was just as pinned. I thought hearing them 
crying was the worst but it wasn't. Hearing them stop 
breathing. That was the worst."

He reached up to wipe tears out of his eyes. Tiffany 
stood in front of him, she reached to grab his other 
hand in support. She looked at him.

"I can't read the police report. I always wanted to know 
what happened but I can't make myself read it."

He took a deep breath. Tiffany leaned her forehead 
against his chest. He could feel her begin to sob.

"My second parents were Brenda's parents. You don't know 
Brenda but you'll like her. You know I didn't call her 
mom, until last night. I mean they took me in, dealt 
with my pain when most people would have passed me off. 
I never said that I loved them. I just.. I just. Well, 
they were murdered by a mugger. He was so fucking high 
that he didn't know he had killed them.

They were gone on Christmas day and I never said thank 
you, or I love you, or nothing. I didn't have to watch, 
but I lost them just when I thought they would always be 
there. I hated him. The fucker that killed them. I 
wanted to kill him too, I wanted to go back and tear 
apart that section of road. But they were still gone."

He moved down as Tiffany collapsed into grief-stricken 
sobs. He held her tightly against his chest as his own 
pent-up sobs escaped into her hair.

*

He was staring at the fire in his livingroom later on 
that night. He had moved out here at the phone call from 
the doorman. He was in his robe again. Most of the day 
seemed like a dream except for the weight that wasn't on 
his chest anymore.

He heard the key to his door. He looked at it smiling. 
Brenda was the only one with his house keys. She opened 
the door and walked inside. She looked at him sitting 
leaning against the bottom of his couch.

"I've been waiting." he said to her. 

"So have I. Did you enjoy it?" she asked as she moved to 
stand at his feet.

"I'm more imaginative than you are, baby. I just let 
myself fantasize about the next few nights. I hope 
you've exercised frequently."

"What's going on here Ebon?" she asked suddenly.

"Take off your coat.. some clothes and maybe I'll tell 
you." he replied.

She stared at him for a moment. She took off her coat 
and scarf and threw them on the couch. She put her hands 
on her hips.

"Come on, Ebon. What's going on here?" she insisted. 

"Let's say that it was pointed out to me that as things 
stand I would be dying alone." he said simply.

"That bothers you?" she asked surprised.

"Nope." he said.

"Then?" 

"Ah, you see the cruelty of the whole thing is that I 
might want to die alone but you would wait for me to 
live."

She looked at him, not understanding his point. 

"Baby, if you wait for me, and I die alone. You die 
alone." he whispered.

She moved and straddled his thighs to look at him. 

"You were mine. You were always mine. I waited for you 
when mom and dad told me you were going to be born. I 
knew you would be a girl. No doubt in my mind. I would 
have given everything to make you smile from day one, 
and I did. But how am I supposed to let you die alone, 
because I can't give you this."

Her eyes were wet with tears as he confessed.

"What I did with you was wrong, Brenda?"

She shook her head, but he stopped her by touching her 
chin.

"No, baby. You were too young. In our parents home. No 
matter, how much we both wanted, how much I needed you. 
It was a betrayal of mom and dad. A few years and they 
would have been happy to see us together. It would have 
probably meant the world to them. But we were still 
wrong."

"But Ebon.."

"We were wrong, Brenda." he insisted. "But that doesn't 
matter. What matters is you need me, and I can't go on 
like this if it hurts you like that."

She reached down to silence him with her lips. They 
kissed for a long moment before she put distance between 
them.

"So what now?" she asked. 

"Well, I'm naked underneath this robe so the obvious 
would be to make love." he said hopefully.

"No, Ebon. After that." 

"Uh, we..do it.. again more slowly?" he asked even more 
hopefully. 

She kissed him hard. 

"Stop that, Ebon. You know I mean the more distant 
future." she said when she broke the kiss. 

"Marriage, kids, grandchildren, much sex in between." he 
said as he reached up to bring her back down for a kiss. 

She let him take a slow deep kiss from her lips before 
she struggled against him. 

"What's wrong?" he asked concerned.

"I waited. I'm in charge." 

"I don't like that all too much." he said.

"I know but I didn't like waiting. Plus you go to be on 
top last time.

It's my turn."

"I meant the whole lack of foreplay." he said.

"I've waited 12 years, we can have foreplay afterwards."

She pulled the t-shirt off to quiet him. She hadn't been 
wearing a bra again. He reached up reflexively to caress 
her breasts.

"Oh, God. It wasn't a dream." she said as his thumbs 
passed over her nipples.
She moved her hands around him to untie his robe and 
push it out of her way. Her hand went immediately around 
his erection. He gasped as she encircled it in her grip. 

She let go of his penis and stretched languidly down to 
kiss him. He remembered his role in this situation, and 
his hands went around to cup her ass. He took a firm 
grip to stop his inclination of repeating the movement 
of their last lovemaking by flipping them over. Every 
second, she held the kiss, moved her ass in his hands he 
thanked and regretted his strength. She bit into his 
chest on the edge of painfulness. His hands reached 
between them to play with nipples as she tried to deepen 
a kiss to deep for their own good. He reached between 
them to cup her pelvic mound and rub his hands on her 
denim covered pussy.

"More!" she said into his mouths. 

"I'm the naked one, Brenda." he said as he plunged his 
tongue into her mouth. 

She got off him for a minute. She pulled her belt off 
her jeans, attacked the button and zipper. He looked at 
her, taking the seconds to gain a modicum of control. 
She took the jeans off finally, and remounted him. The 
initial warmth of her body touching him almost snapped 
his control. She started kissing him and rubbing her 
crotch on him.

She knew what she wanted, and even knew the mechanics 
but it was different to be faced with the reality. He 
reached between them again and cupped her pussy. She 
melted into his mouth in reaction. He ran one finger, 
splitting her pussylips with it in one up motion and 
then brought the finger back down. She was wet, he 
didn't remember anyone becoming ready for sex that fast.

She became unreasonable on the third pass of his finger. 
She reached between them to grip his penis. Her touch 
was inexperienced, frantic but uncontrolled. She placed 
his head at the entrance of her pussy but could move no 
further. He moved his hips towards her pussy seating his 
head inside her.

"Go slow, Brenda. You haven't done this in years." he 
managed to get out as his dickhead was surrounded by 
warm, wet velvet.

She was beyond reason though. She sat up and dropped 
herself on him. He penetrated her fully. He heard her 
small gasp of pain, and a sigh of acceptance as her body 
spread to accept him. She held inside moist warmth for 
the longest time before she started moving.

He smiled to himself, put his head back and reached up 
to touch any skin he could reach. It felt good to be 
inside her. Her tightness caressing every inch of his 
penis.

She was too inexperienced to know how to drive him 
towards the edge. Her motions sought her own pleasure 
but she couldn't recognize his. She ground her hips into 
his, making contact with her clitoris on his body, 
driving herself higher into pleasure but it just 
stimulated him. It didn't drive him. Anytime that she 
found an up and down rhythm on his hard penis, he would 
lift her from the floor with his legs and hips, taking 
away her leverage. She would start to grind again.

He felt her orgasm hit her, and she screamed her 
release. He pumped in and out of her to keep her from 
drifting down. She came down slightly but his motion 
took her back up again. He stopped but she was already 
on the way up so she started her inexperienced motion 
again. He reached up to take one nipple into his mouth 
and sucked on it. He licked it and traded it for the 
other nipple. He didn't want it to end, but his pumping 
in and out of her had brought him too close to the edge.

He dropped his head back down and waited as she moved 
her hips back and forth, and in circles trying to reach 
her orgasm. She started small panting breaths that told 
him she was close. He began his own motions up into her 
and dropping out of her letting her weight impale her on 
his dick. She understood what he wanted and began to 
mirror the motion. Neither had to move much, but the 
contact at the depth of her was with force. She moved up 
as he moved down and both drove to get him inside her. 
He grabbed her hips suddenly and ground his hips into 
her. It forced her over the edge, as he shot into her 
body. She scratched his chest as he continued to grind 
his hips over stimulating himself but unable to control 
his need to spend himself inside her.

The drop from the top was fast for him, slow for her. 
They lay like that until his penis softened enough to 
slip out of her. She was dropping small kisses onto his 
chest mewling her pleasure at the skin to skin contact.

Brenda jumped as a third hand joined both of Ebon's in 
caressing her back. She looked beside her, and just 
behind her. She saw an attractive raven-haired, green-
eyed woman, green flashed on the woman's wrist.

"What the?" she said fighting the pleasure the three 
hands were giving her to let surprise show.

Ebon opened his eyes. 

"Oh, Brenda meet Tiffany; Tiffany, Brenda. You two will 
like each other, at least you seem to share the same 
interest in being on top."

Tiffany was wearing one of Ebon's robes. She wasn't 
really wearing it; it was just kind of draped on her.

Ebon looked between both of them. 

Brenda looked at him curiously.

"Well, see. You like women and I like women, so I 
thought the whole sharing option was open. Plus I didn't 
really plan it you know. I think women have a thing for 
this whole " big brother the way big brothers are 
supposed to be" sexual thing. It's kinda perverted if 
you ask me."

Brenda bit him in the chest. 

Tiffany reached down and pulled her mouth off of Ebon by 
playfully tugging on Brenda's hair. Brenda looked up as 
Tiffany pulled her head up.

"No fighting." Tiffany said smiling at her.

"So how are you going to stop me, little girl?" Brenda 
challenged. Ebon could see the sexual electricity 
between the two women. He laughed as Tiffany tackled 
Brenda off his body by kissing her hard.

He looked at the two women as they warred for control of 
the kiss and settled on just experiencing it. He felt 
motion in his dick.

"Not a fucking chance." he said out loud. 

Brenda started to struggle to take the robe off Tiffany. 
His penis started to gain girth.

"Not a fucking chance." he said even more loudly looking 
at himself and at them as they settled into a slow pace 
of exploration. 

Tiffany looked up at him. He saw blue eyes and green 
eyes staring at him hungrily. 

"God bless us every one." both women said as they moved 
towards him to share in their pleasure of discovery.

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