3◇ WITCHED

The man, at the wee hour of day watching his pregnant wife just once more. Proceeding to an adjoining room to give his sleeping son a long kiss before leaving.

As quietly as possible the car pulled out of the garage it's occupant oblivious of the full figure by the window watching her husband make this religious trip for years. Provide for them he did but no less the burn of pain each of his departure inflicted.

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Bleak tired eyes rose at dawn's crack. The shiver would soon abate. For the children. Always for the children...a familiar mantra. Regardless its constant chant, a healing poultice.

"Last stop!"

Bodies troop out headed every which way. All with different but similar goals in mind...making money.

It was that period again. They trooped in their numbers all with a different but similar goal...buying their wares.

A usual for this town was for a picturesque of diverse sun-kisssed shades broken momentarily by dots of a three-sixty shades here and yonder but not this period.

Hunters accumulated enough skins, farmers not left out. These pale skins enjoy this time a little too much but this feeling, in the mutual. The stalls of the market full and inviting but everyone in good spirits because unlikely would wares survive this sale.

"Customer! Welcome o. We have new e-"

"How is she?"

"My husband is here" whispered in agitation but little effect on this one of the pale market patrons.

This conversation never fails to bring that whip of guilt down to her conscience. Hard each time.

"I want to see her again. Why didn't she come with you?" Her family may be shaken and ripped because of this. Her husband will leave her. Yet this one seem not to care.

But just beneath all her righteous guilt is that same selfishness oozing from his pore.

"I beg u-"

"Customer, welcome! I will get your things right away. But come in we have new wares. They will interest you". The stall was an open one similar with those around but on the bigger side. Listening to the pleading of her eyes, blue follows to watch the tall buff man lead him in. Later, in his final look.

"Oh customer we will have all of it packed by tomorrow. Always happy for your business!"

Always the one to appreciate his pale regular, her husband indeed was a good man. Even though she attended to others patronizing their stall, the voices and flowing conversation of both her men never strayed her drums but sighed in relief as his blonde waves mingled with the sea of marketers.

Arms welcomed a warm familiar embrace followed by a musical sigh.

"My wife" She could never deserve him. Affection was a rare thing with couples in public but not her Children's father.

Both. Selfishly she could not deny that she wanted them both but mankind is selfish. She is selfish.

Entangled sweat shined limbs, passionate embrace, kisses, hands roaming restlessly as bodies move in fluid movements to the melody of grunts and moans bouncing off the surroundings.

Gripping the the smooth calf draped around his waist blue eyes clouded with euphoria as he deeply and vigorously explored the endless warm abiss over and over and over once more.

Always so tight.

"Pale-e-sss moo-o!" Her mouths consume the rest as the increase in moment drew more moans from the lovers.

"So tight". Like a mantra. "So...so tight and warm.. ahh so-" The age-old dance continue but now more frenzied, fevered and in chase of the final culmination.

They reach.

"I have to see her before I leave".

"She has school". So intelligent. So-"

"She's my daughter after all".

"No she is-"

"She is mine. So are you. Why so stubborn to leave-"

"My children".

"Will have their father-"

"But not their mother!"

"I'm not that cruel to keep them or you apart of course not!"

He feels her gaze follow his form away from her. As certain as the day breaks after night, his selfishness was palpable. If she gives in to running off with him, she would lose her other children. He may not wish to cause her hurt, but he would anyways. He cannot help his possessive desires.

Nothing of interest to watch outside the window but a little distance was necessary. Both were heated. Though being apart was not appealing.

A sarcastic laugh threatened to bubble up. Never in anytime period would he believe himself in love with another, not after his wife. But he was here, in a dingy hotel room with a woman he could not picture his tomorrow without. The mother of his seed no less.

"She calls me Oyibo" He was very frustrated now. She is the product of their love! "I'm her father, dann it!"

She reached him before his anger-clouded mind sensed her. And he always senses her. She bewitched him but maybe he bewitched her as well. The spell woven between them is something..everything.

Fevered fire engulfed him. A touch, just at a touch. Only her touch. God, he loved this woman. He breathed her. But a look at her he couldn't for the life of him breath.

So bewitching.

His. She was his and only his alone.

"I can't do what...you..." sometimes this was all overwhelmingly frustrating! "you have to be reasona-"

"Does he touch you?" He regretted his blurt...but he did not. She stepped back but his arms brought their body together once more. "Do you let him".

"He is my husband" This mad man. This mad beautiful man that has sealed her soul with his.

"No! You are mine".

"He does not deserve my straying from our commitment". Shock still danced alongside fire within her. Her eyes spoke of it. This man was truly touched in his head. She couldn't even comprehend...

"And if you keep to asking for her always at the shop he would soon suspect". That was the important issue at hand they must come to a resolution.

His face told confusion. "You only ask about her. Not her siblings. He is no fool you know".

"He is. For thinking to hold claim to mine. You".

He really was touched in the head this man.

"Though I was in doubt you would come when I slipped that paper to you".

And risk him doing something stupid? She was wise enough.

"I love him". She truely did. She loved this one too. Her mother did not raise her this way.

"But you're in love with me and only me". Possessive. "So please don't say that, you know it hurts my heart".

It bleeds each time she tries to end what they had for morality.

His heart was just too selfish to care. It only knew they belong with no other.

"Arrange for us to meet before I leave". Bringing her more firmly to his excited body.

Kisses peppered her neck, her jaw. Impatient she sort his lips, her hips creating friction on his need.

This was always how it was with them. Both aware of their sin but unable to stop it. Selfishly their abominable love they held to.

A tale told by their bodies. Their lips voiced the accompanying ode as their limbs fell onto a love nest only they could create.

"Tomorrow. Let me see her tomorrow my love. I'm her father". Through their thrues of passion the plead fell from his lips as his body readily worshipped it's Oracle in a frenzy.

Meeting his love plunges she mewed lovingly. She would do whatever he asked. This pale obsessively possessive man. He drove her to the point of his crazy.

But oh she couldn't stop. "Yes yes yes". A mantra. "Yes whatever your will".

"God I love you". His body continued its worship as his chanting lips. " I'm in love with you" he moaned on.

Her response always stuck to her cords. The only semblance of respect she could accord her spouse. The one being cockheld.

Who was she. This accepting wanton was a stranger she never met. Until him.

She bewitched him. His words. But she felt bewitched.

Maybe they were bewitched.

☆GLOSSARIES☆

Oyibo- A pale one or light skinned person or a white.

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