The Gemini

50 - Wicked Shadow

April 23, 1991

Angry. Pissed. Ticked. Annoyed. Each of those tags properly described Roger's current mood. The mode that he'd been in all day.

From sun up it was one thing after another in a snowball of shit. He was certain that he needed more competent people around. If clear instructions were given, how hard is it to follow them out and do as told? He couldn't understand it. What he did understand? Firing all of their asses and starting new. He did it last month and without hesitation he'd do it again until someone got it right.

Now at home; Roger was even growing tired of this place. It was irritated him that he couldn't simply wave his hand and magically make Paisley complete.

Everything was shit.

He couldn't even fuck his way to happiness. Jody was on the other end of the country doing this, that, and whatever. That too was getting old. He was all for her living out dreams, but he was back now and in need of her time. 40/60 isn't cutting it. 77/23 is more like it.

Upstairs, bedroom. The time? He wasn't certain, the last clock he saw said three...maybe. Either way it was the a.m.. In his mind was a wonder; would insomnia be his friend again tonight? Flipping a wall switch, Roger found his answer as blue light flooded the room.

What the?

Sounded the crack of a whip.

His eyes adjusted to the color. Walking into view from the other end of the room was Jody. Stopping in at the front of the bed she took on a stance, hands on hips, showing off all of her seductive glory.

Oh heaven.

Before him, a body nude. Thigh high black boots of shiny latex. Long gloves to match. A strip of lace covered her eyes. Neon pink painted mouth appeared purple under the light.

Sex is a woman and this be her form.

He should write that down, but no way in hell was he going to leave this room right now. He could only hope that his jelly mind would remember once all was said and done.

Beckoned forth by index finger, he was. When Jody felt that he was close enough, she held forth her hand in halt. Leather whip in tow, slowly she walked around him, dragging its tasseled end along his arms and down his back. Again in front, she dragged it down his torso. Out reached his hand to fondle her right breast. The action ended by her smacking his hand away.

"No touch." She ordered strictly with a hard thwack of leather against his thigh.

Hissing at the sting, Roger frowned. "Listen, mama, I'm down for a lot of things but that ain't one of them."

Repeat hit. "Shut up."

He knew what she was trying to do; this dominance she was trying to assert. It's sexy, like hell it is, but he really wasn't feeling the whip. A bruise by any other cause he was fine with, but being hit like that didn't sit well with his memory bank. Sometimes his angel liked it rough but at this particular method he drew the line.

If Jody was disappointed, she hid it well. Carelessly tossing the whip to the side, she grabbed hold of his tie instead and stepped backward while pulling him along. Switching them around, down on the bed she pushed him. Tie off, Jody ripped open his shirt. Pink kisses on his chest. Next she moved to his pants, on which she couldn't find the zipper.

Roger was amused as he watched her search. She even pulled up the lace covering to get a better view. She would never find it if he didn't give her a clue. As part of a new trial design, these pants had an 'invisible zipper' tucked along the side.