Amused and bemused that my fascination with Dumas obsession was so obvious, the dream of reading Dumas in the original French version was a driving force behind my attempts to improve my command of the language. Wasn't sure if readers noticed the archetype, mdoern and diminished but still there!
and Airbag Thanksgiving Absolution
Thoughts on Selena
A) Selena's seduction of Ian was accomplished through her getting him drunk. He didn't even remember the incident . Melissa is no angel but heck, at least she seduced him while he had his senses with him. He was an active participant. Selena's seduction would in other circumstances be substance date rape. She may not be as manipulative as Melissa but she ain't no innocent.
B) She moved into Ian's bed the day after Melissa dies. Ok, putting aside the fact that Melissa was her sister, what heroine/decent lady does that? Not sure if this is what was meant as devoted friend and wife. Frankly, her keeping quiet about Ian's deed is a bit disturbing and I found myself wondering if she meant for it to be a lever. And the fact that she burnt part of Melissa's diary but kept using the information in the other parts to make Ian happy in bed just reinforces the gloating tone of her last words in the original.
I think SS06 left enough room for doubt about Selena's character - a glimpse into her fears and motives for keeping the secrets she kept comes in the part of the original where she acknowledged that she would have lost to Melissa again if Ian had read the diary. It is implied that for all the hurt in the marriage and Ian's professed feelings for her, Ian still loved Melissa.
In a story where none of the characters are shining innocents, I chose this alternative perspective of characters because I wanted to tell an alternative form of the story and I accept whatever feedback there is.
On humour and pleasing the majority
it's not meant to be a horror/gory/slasher flick story but you would think in a category where the cheating wife is meant to be punished unto death, it'd be a horror story just to have her come back don't you ⌒.⌒
Frankly, I'm not posting to win awards or points, just want to write my own version of stories or my own stories. So while feedback is always welcome, I'm never going to play the impossible game - pleasing everybody or at least the majority.
And if you've patiently read this far, here's a tiny reward, a vignette : The Dinner Part 1
I glared at Vincent's best friend. When he failed to stop, I said slowly and deliberately, "If you don't stop pushing your foot against my thighs, I will make sure your balls hurt like hell for the next month or so."
That immediately wiped that smug grin off his face, looking a little shamefaced and lost, Vincent looked towards Charles. Charlie tried for a straight face but failed miserably. The moment he burst out laughing, I realised what was going on.
The bastard had arranged all of this!
Picking up my glass of ice-cold water, I held it in my hand while looking at my distrusting asshole of a boyfriend. He had his hands up in surrender while flashing that disarming smile that had let him get away with all his antics over the years.
"Now, darling, let's not get hasty..."
I smiled, drank the water and left the restaurant. Charlie was stuck paying the bill while I got into a cab that pulled up just as he and Vincent reached the entrance of the restaurant. Neither of them were intelligible as the cab sped past though I could guess what they were trying to say.
I was about to slam my front door shut when he stuck his foot in the gap. I'd continued shutting it despite his foot and I grinned on the inside as I saw that grimace cross his face, when he realised I was going to continue pushing that door close. With the strength that helped him hold out against bigger opponents in his MMA match ups, Charlie pushed the door open, grabbed me as I stumbled backwards and was kissing me before I could get a word out.
Deftly maneuvering his foot, Charlie nudged the door close while still holding my lips captive. When he thought he'd managed to mollify me, he started kissing down my neck, murmuring, "Darling... it .. was...just..a silly..test.."
"I .. was sure... you'd pass..."
The rage flared up in me again. I realised he didn't seem to see what the problem was. Since discussion was never going to get through to him, I decided a head job was going to have to do the job.
I kissed him hungrily, biting down on his lower lip. He groaned as my hands molded around his pants, feeling his hard length through the layers of cloth that separated heated skin.
His lips drew closer to my breasts and as his hands made short work of my dress and bra, his hot mouth drew a hardening nipple into its hot wet interior.
Our arms tangled as I freed him from his pants and the confines of his boxers and his hands worked on my swelling lips. I could feel his excitement and even the thrumming that echoed his heartbeat. While I knew I'd feel the ache of unfulfilled desire later, Charlie had to be taught a lesson. As his teeth and lips worked magic over my nipple, I pushed his head into my chest while pushing him forward towards the door.
"Uhn, yes," I gasped. "Yesssss... Vincent.. that's right.. right there."
Charlie had pulled back in shock, staring at me while I rode his fingers with my eyes closed and his best friends' names on my lips.
"Mmm, yes, Pete, oh yes, harder." I moaned while running my hands and nails across his hard length.
Charlie yanked his hands away from me as if he were touching hot coals.
"You bitch! You're screwing around on me with my friends?!"
"Well, isn't that your fantasy? Why else would you test me time and again? You know the saying don't you? Be careful what you wish for."
I wasn't wishing for anything," he bellowed
"I just wanted to prove that you'd never betray me." He said that in a much softer voice as if he realised how dumb his idea sounded.
Sighing, I put one hand on his cheek and said, "Haven't you ever thought of the danger? What if one day one of our pals decides to take advantage and fool me into thinking that you're setting up another test and gets me all fired up and into a vulnerable position? What do you think will happen? If he forces me or he's too strong or I give in thinking it's another one of your stupid games or test?"
His eyes had widened and were filled with uncertainty and anger.
Catch the second part later this week!
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