Evil Agreement
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“To fate it is,” said Aaron.
Aaron drank some of the lemonade. The flavor exploded inside of his mouth. It was undoubtedly the best tasting lemonade he had ever experienced.
“I can’t help but noticing, you’re not wearing a wedding ring,” said Judy as she swept her blond hair from her eyes.
“That’s right. I’m not married.”
“Seeing someone?” said Judy smiling.
A strong whiff of her perfume suddenly breezed past his face, igniting his olfactory senses. His erection seemed to grow, if that is possible.
“Uh. . .Yeah.. I have a good friend. She and I…are…”
Judy reached up and touched his lips with her right index finger.
“Sh…sh, say no more. I understand. I’m not a home wrecker.”
Her finger felt hot against his lips. Sexy hot. Before he realized what he was doing, he kissed her finger.
Judy pulled her finger away and then, after putting her glass on the coffee table, she tried to stand up. She again put her left hand on his right thigh as she pushed herself to her feet. She wobbled for a moment, and then fell back down, right into Aaron’s lap.
He recognized she was about to fall and held his arms apart, trying not to spill any of the lemonade in his glass on her beautiful couch.
When her body landed on his, it seemed to him she was burning up with fever. He could feel heat radiating from her body. She turned towards him and looked down into his eyes. He saw in her eyes an unmistakable look of lust. He tried to look away. His eyes looked downward and there, just less than an inch from his chin, were her breasts. Her nipples were all too obviously hard as they strained against the spandex.
She reached over and took his glass away, and put it with her own on the coffee table. As she reached towards the coffee table with her back to him, her buttocks settled down into his lap, firmly against his now highly aroused body.
She again turned to face him. She was smiling at him. He sheepishly smiled back.
She took his head with her two hands and pulled him towards her, as she passionately kissed him. Her lips ignited his own. Her tongue probed his waiting mouth. He responded in kind. He seemed to feel as if his breath was being sucked from his body, it was both pleasure and pain.
She pulled away from him and smiled down at him once again.
He leaned forward and kissed her breasts repeatedly, through the tightly stretched spandex. After a moment he paused. Her spandex top was now stained from his moist kisses.
Judy now maneuvered herself so she could kneel on the couch, straddling and facing him. She reached down and pulled at her spandex top and in slow teasing movements she removed it. She tossed her top on the floor. Next she caressed her breasts with slow, teasing movement of her hands.
Aaron watched this, transfixed by her enormous beauty.
She reached down for his hands, and then, she placed them on her breasts, encouraging Aaron to continue the massage. Her breasts felt firm to the touch. He gently stroked her.
She pulled herself closer to him, offering her breasts to his lips. He responded with ever increasing lust filling him.
Judy moaned softly as Aaron’s breathing began to grow more rapid.
She pressed her breasts against his face. She leaned close to his right ear, and whispered, “Carry me to the bedroom, please.”
He responded immediately, by wrapping his arms around her body, and after a momentary struggle, he gained his feet. She pointed to the bedroom down the end of a hallway. As he carried her towards the bedroom, she began to unbutton his short sleeve shirt. The aroma of her perfume was intoxicating. Aaron felt drawn to her, by a powerful, consuming lust.
He laid her down on her king-size bed. He stood next to the bed, looking down at her.
“Take off my socks and shoes,” she commanded in a gentle whisper.
He moved to her feet and began to gently remove her socks and shoes.
“Now, take off your shirt.”
Aaron did as he was asked.
“And take off those pants too.”
Aaron kicked off his shoes and quickly pulled his own socks off. Next he unbuckled his pants, unzipped them, and let them fall to the floor.
He stood there in his designer under shorts, with an enormous bulge, lurking just beneath the surface.
“Don’t be bashful, take those off, too,” said Judy as she reached for his under shorts with her left foot, tugging at the bottom edge with her toes.
Aaron did as he was told.
“Oh, my,” sighed Judy, with a lustful smile.
Now it was Judy’s turn. She slowly began to peel the spandex bottom off. She swung her hips in such a way that Aaron’s state of arousal began to transform from a human level to an almost animal like level.
His mind’s eye noticed in the designer bedspread covering her bed, a pattern, one that seemed faintly recognizable. Now, a swiftly building struggle inside Aaron’s subconscious began. The bedspread pattern showed a puritan style dressed woman with her back to the viewer, or turned sideways, depending on the fabric’s pattern. The woman had obviously been picking flowers from a small patch at her feet.
One of the images of the tiny woman turned and looked at Aaron. He recognized the woman immediately, it was Miss Beacon.
The woman seemed to be trying to shout something to Aaron.
His eyes flickered back and forth between the now nearly naked Judy Perillo, and his guardian angel, Miss Beacon.
Much of him wanted Judy Perillo. He wanted to make love to this goddess like body with every ounce of his sexuality. Yet another part of him knew he needed to hear what Miss Beacon was trying to say. His mind focused in on the small figure shouting out to him from the bed.
“Aaron, use your eyes, look at her, really took at her, for God’s sake!”
In a flash, the figure faded back into the bedspread’s fabric.
Aaron now turned his full attention to Judy. He looked at her, only this time, his mind was taking control.
Judy had removed her spandex bottom. She knelt up on the bed and reached out to Aaron.
“Come here, come to me,” she teased.
He began to reach out for her when his eyes, still straining at the sight of her enormous breasts, now noticed that the left breast was bleeding from the nipple. A trickle of blood streaked down her breast, underneath and out of view. The other breast was also leaking blood. He hesitated.
“I want you,” she said licking her tongue against her full lips.
Her teeth now seemed slightly yellow. In fact, he noticed her lips were cracked, and caked with black scabs of blood. His eyes began to take frantic inventory.
“Aaron, I’m going to make love with you. I want you, now,” she demanded.
She reached out to him, and her hand felt icy cold to the skin on his chest. He looked down at her hand and it was wrinkled, covered with dark welts, and occasional long white strands of hair. He looked back up at her, and her blond hair was gone, her head was deteriorating as well. Her breasts, once firm and bountiful, now hung against her body like a pair of deflated, cheap balloons. Her chest and arms were covered with sores that oozed a yellowish colored puss.
He tried to step back. She reached for him, trying to clasp his now former erection. He stumbled backward.
“What’s the matter? Are you shy? I can fix that,” she said. As she pronounced the word “that” a couple of her, now deeply yellowed, teeth tumbled onto the bed.
“No, I. . . uh. . . just can’t do this. I . . .” said Aaron as he quickly bent down and began to pick up his clothes.
“You seemed ready, just a moment ago. What changed?”
Aaron picked up his clothes and began to back out of the bedroom. Judy Perillo’s body was now reduced to a sickly, emaciated shell. Her skin clung loosely to her body. The room smelled of rotting flesh. Aaron heard the buzzing of flies. He didn’t see them, but could clearly hear them. He turned and ran from the room. He ran out of the house, closing the f
ront door behind him.
Naked and in a full panic, he ran down the front steps and climbed into the Land Rover. He locked the doors. He got dressed as fast as he could. He wanted to get away from her as quickly as possible.
He was buckling his belt when he looked back up at the house. Judy was standing on the front porch. She was totally naked. A swarm of flies buzzed around her. She casually swatted at them.
“Listen, if you change your mind, I’ll be waiting.”
As he looked at her, her body began to transform itself again, this time it quickly evolved into what seemed to be, a totally different person. This person, also naked, was incredibly beautiful. Her hair was as black as night. Then he noticed the horns, two small horns at the top of her forehead. This new image now flashed back to the form of the Judy Perillo that Aaron had seen and felt on the couch. The image seemed to flip back and forth between the dark haired creature, and the blond statuesque woman that had tempted him earlier. The flipping images flickered like the flicking of an image on a television set. First the rotting, decayed old woman, then the horned woman, then the blond temptress and back again to the old woman, and so on.
Aaron put the key into the ignition and backed the Land Rover up. He turned around and began to drive away. In his rearview mirror he could still see her standing on the porch. The image had stabilized into the Judy Perillo he had first encountered. He kept driving.
***
“Shouldn’t we wait for Aaron to return?” asked Korie.
“No dear, we can’t wait. Look, the coven is mostly focused upon him right now, and we need to take this opportunity to save a young girl from a certain death and eternity in hell.”
“So, what do I have to do?” inquired Korie.
“When we get there you can watch my back,” said Miss Beacon.
“That sounds easy.”
Miss Beacon handed her a small, chromed revolver.
***
Aaron pulled the Land Rover to a stop in one of the parking spaces next to the park in the center of town. He turned the engine off. His hands were shaking. His stomach felt all twisted, and his head pounded with each breath that he took.
He had almost been unfaithful to the love of his life, Korie. He had almost betrayed his family, God and the whole human race. If ever a man felt shame, it was Aaron. He sobbed and sobbed as he sat in the stillness of the Land Rover.
It was sweltering in the vehicle, and Aaron was soon drenched in perspiration. He couldn’t face Korie or Miss Beacon right now. Miss Beacon, after all, had to warn him by sending him that apparition.
Shit, she must have seen me standing there, he thought.
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Aaron had been sitting in the Land Rover for just a few minutes. He was feeling ashamed and angry. He slammed his right hand on the dashboard.
How could I have been so stupid? he thought.
He put his head down onto the backs of his hands, which were now gripping the steering wheel. He needed time to think and to clear his head.
A loud “click, click” sound startled him. Aaron sat up in a start. He looked out the driver’s side window into the face of a teenage boy. The somewhat steamed up window clouded the image. Nevertheless, Aaron could plainly see the concerned expression on the boy’s face.
Aaron opened the driver’s door and stepped out of the Rover. He wiped a tear from his right eye with the back of his left hand.
“Hey man, are you okay?” asked the boy.
“Yeah, I’m okay.”
“I wasn’t sure, you know. I thought maybe you were sick or something. You know, maybe needed some help.”
“That’s really nice of you to be so concerned. Thanks, I’m really fine.”
“Don’t look fine to me. Is it woman trouble?”
“Maybe, yeah.”
“You’re not from around here are you?”
“No I’m not. I’m just visiting the area for awhile.”
The boy was standing on a skateboard. He stepped off of it. Looking down, he stepped on the skateboard’s tail and flipped the board upward. He caught the front end of the board with his left hand. He was wearing oversized jeans and a black colored tee shirt, which had a slogan silk screened on it in bright yellow. The slogan said “Fear No One.” His sneakers were well worn. His light brown hair was slicked back. He stood about six feet tall.
“Nice board,” said Aaron.
“Thanks.”
“My name is Aaron, what’s yours?”
“Curt, but my friends call me Hondo.”
Just then raindrops began to fall. These drops were large. The wind began to pick up as well.
“Well, I’ve got to go,” said the boy as he put his skateboard down. Stepping aboard with his left foot he pushed off with his right.
Aaron turned to head back to the Rover when he heard the skateboard skid to a halt.
“Say, Aaron,” said the boy.
Turning around Aaron looked over at the boy.
“You be careful around here. There are some really freaky people in this town, and they especially don’t like strangers.”
“Thanks, I will.”
“Like that one over there. He’s been watching us.”
“Where?”
“He’s sitting in that station wagon on the other side of your Rover.”
Aaron slowly turned and looked through the front side windows of the Land Rover. He could see the outline of the station wagon and its driver.
Aaron turned back to speak to the boy, but he had already moved on down the street. The rain began to fall at a much heavier rate. In the distance came the low rumble of thunder. Aaron’s shirt was quickly soaked from the heavy rain. He climbed back inside the Rover, started up the engine and turned on the air conditioner to clear up the fog on the windows. As the windows slowly cleared, Aaron looked over at the station wagon. Its driver boldly stared back.
***
“We’ve got to go,” said Miss Beacon.
“But it looks like its starting to rain.”
“All the better. Now remember to keep the gun ready that I gave you earlier.”
“You really think that we’ll need a gun?” said Korie.
“Yes, where we’re going we might need it.”
“Are you expecting trouble?”
“I expect everything.”
“Well, I checked and this gun only has six bullets.”
“It’ll be enough.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“A guardian angel just knows things!”
Miss Beacon picked up the small bag she had been packing and headed for the back door. She opened it slowly and looked around outside. She motioned for Korie to follow. Korie pulled the back door closed. There was a “click” as the door lock engaged.
The rain had just begun to fall. The two women headed over to the barn, which also served as a garage. They entered the front side door. The sound of the rain falling against the tin roof could be heard from inside of the building. Moving swiftly in the semi-darkness Miss Beacon led Korie to the rear. With a tug, Miss Beacon pulled open the rear door and headed out the back. Korie tagged along behind her after closing the door. They headed into the woods. The rain was falling more heavily now. Inside the woods the full effect of the rainstorm was less noticeable, due to the canopy effect of the pine, maple and oak trees. Other than the sound of rain and their footsteps, it was quiet here in the woods.
Miss Beacon stopped for a moment.
“Look its going to be dark soon. Stay close to me and keep low to the ground. These low branches can take an eye out before you know it. We’ll be cutting around a few streets and through back yards. It’ll take at least an hour to get there.”
“Okay, but we’re going to get soaked.”
Ignoring Korie’s remark, Miss Beacon turned and moved along in a sort of semi-crouch position.
Korie stayed close behind.
In the distance they heard a dog bark.
It barked again.
The dank odor of the wet forest floor filled the air. It was a blend of pine, sumac, oak and maple fragrances. These were the decaying odors rising up from the moist compost of forest droppings, which covered the ground.
Miss Beacon stopped.
She reached back and touched Korie with her left hand. Korie stopped, too.
In the darkness ahead was something or someone, which had caught the attention of Miss Beacon.
Korie could hear her own breathing and Miss Beacon’s as well. The only other sound she could detect was the sounds of the forest and the rainfall. The two women stood still. Korie’s heart was beginning to pound inside of her chest. This waiting in the dark made her nervous. She slowly wiped raindrops from her eyebrows. A mosquito landed on her left arm and proceeded to extract a full meal of fresh blood. Korie couldn’t see the insect, but could feel it. She wanted to slap at it and kill it, but wasn’t sure if she should, while they waited in the darkness.
Miss Beacon pulled at Korie’s left arm in a gesture to follow along. The two women moved cautiously forward. After a few feet Miss Beacon stopped again.
Directly in front of her came a low “growl.”
That sound gripped Korie.
The growling came closer. Korie reached for the gun she had slipped into her waistband. Miss Beacon knelt down on one knee.
***
Judge Fairchild stood outside at the curb looking skyward. The sky was filled with dark, swiftly moving clouds. The wind, which had picked up, carried cooler air. In the distance, a rumble of thunder could be heard. A nearby silver maple tree twisted about in the wind, with leaves turned upside down, a sure sign of an approaching storm.
The front door to the Reverend’s house opened and Chuck poked his head out.
“You coming, Judge? Everyone’s inside waiting for you so we can begin.”
“Yeah, I’m coming.”