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The Other Side Of The Forest - Chapter 4 free porn video
Roving through the dead of night a detailed van with heavily tinted
windows passed in front of Walter Marvin's home. With 'Toxoplasma'
Allesfresser pouring out of the side door a gaunt young man in a grey
hoody leaped out. Sliding a pair of sunglasses onto his face, he slipped
quietly into the house.
Speaking with a slight Bavarian accent, the youth stepped into Walter
Marvin's kitchen. "Christ Jabol, turn off them fooken lights."?
With the hoody flipped back, the light revealed a grey stone skin youth
with black runic tattoos adorning his face. Looking closer his image
might be that of a very ugly unkempt youth sporting a blue Mohawk but
ancient eyes peered out from behind of those sunglasses.
"Manfred you are hardly going to turn to stone from Halogens."
A tall thin impossibly beautiful impeccably dressed Filipino man didn't
even look up as he carefully placed raw meat into a rich looking
marinade.
"You would think with all of his power E?ghan could afford something more
luxurious than this hovel."?
"Yea, well you tell him that. I'm sure he would be very sympatric."?
Jabol gave the grey skin youth a dashing smile. "Oh no my friend, today I
will not even grace him with my presence. He is shall we say very put out
at the moment."?
"Did Sile do something stupid again?" Manfred had noticed the white hair
girl curled up in a fetal position on one of the living room couches.
"No, she has been quite docile. The other lovely young woman however has
been giving him a fit. I do not know the reason, nor do I wish to
inquire."?
"Good for her, serves the old prig right." Reaching for a piece of raw
meat Manfred stuffed it into his mouth. "What's this?"?
"It's kid." Jabol shook his head in disgust. "It's goat."?
Manfred made a face. "Rather eat the real thing."?
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As expected my invisible musical friends returned a few days later. Old
Celtic music filled my room and I think they even snuck in a Clannad and
Mary Fahl song in there as well. As it grew late, I asked them kindly if
they could keep it down, as I needed to get to sleep. Surprisingly an
Irish Lullaby began to play. I smiled and slipped into bed. In no time,
at all I was asleep.
I wish I could say that nothing else occurred in those few days before my
picnic with Abigail but I would be lying. After the visitation from my
sugar elf, I didn't have to worry about cleaning the house. Rebecca of
course was pleased. She said I would make a good wife. I didn't know how
to respond to that so I left it alone. I hope the bowl of milk I have
been leaving out each night was appreciated.
Of course, I continued to be plagued with finding myself raiding my
sister's wardrobe. Waking one morning wearing one of my sister's
nightshirts was disturbing. It actually felt nice which was equally
disturbing.
Mirrors are also something I am beginning to avoid.
There is an ancient belief that mirrors reflect a portion of one spirit.
Remember how in the old movies the native guide never wants his picture
taken least his spirit be captured. Standing directly in front my mirror,
I see my usual reflection however; I see something else out the corner of
my eye. Frankly, I think it is time to recalibrate the old Weird-O-Meter.
Now the ultimate question is why someone would bother to cast an
enchantment on someone like myself. I could think of a number of
creatures in the Fairy realm that would do it for a good laugh but why
me?
I needed to research the problem. Of course finding good books on real
magic in this day and age is problematic. It's not like I could enter
'Read Along' and ask Diana for a magical tome.
The Library seemed to be my best option. Well I did take a look on the
internet plenty of information most of it bad. Mrs. Jacobson the town's
librarian didn't even blink an eye when I asked her about books on magic.
She was your typical librarian, conservatively dressed in dark blue with
her greying hair formed into a tight bun. I would often find myself doing
odd jobs around the library, which she would always reward with hot
chocolate and homemade confections.
Mrs. Jacobson also knew the library like the back of her hand and it took
no time for her to place a small stack of books on magic in front of me.
Unfortunately, all but two were of little interest. The two thou were a
good start.
The first was called "Magicus Artificium" a copy of the original written
by Ortho Septumus a first century BCE Roman scholar. It covered mostly
magical theory but looked to be an interesting read. Otho Spetumus also
wrote the second book "Medicamentum". It contained information on
magical herbs and potion making.
After reading through the "Magicus Artificium" for most of the morning, I
checked both books out and went home for lunch. As I set the books down
on the kitchen table, a chill went right down my spine. I had been
reading all morning in ancient Latin.
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Deputy Sheriff Dan Summers contemplated hitting his head on his patrol
car's steering wheel out of frustration. Growing up in Ravencrest and
graduating from the University he thought when he finally headed out on
his own he would live a normal life. When a letter came offering a job as
a Deputy Sherriff in the town of Skogshaven he jumped at the chance.
His new boss Sheriff Jakob Dahl immediately assigned him as the special
investigator for all 'unusual' cases. Moments later his cousin Diana
strolled through the door. The whole job offer was of course a set up.
Now Diana sat in his patrol car. At least she could have the decency not
to eat his lunch.
"Dan I'm not telling you not to do your job. I'm telling you not to
harass Morgan."?
Annoyed, he reached over and grabbed his milkshake out of her hand. When
Diana used to visit over the summer holidays, she would always eat food
off his plate. She said it tasted better.
"I'm not harassing her. She has been involved with a few situations
recently."?
Diana reached over and grabbed a handful of french-fries. "She stopped
those attacks earlier in the week."?
"Yes and she rescued a child from the park a couple of days ago."?
Diana gave her a cousin a knowing smile while she continued to eat.
Seeing that smile, Dan started to bang his head on the steering wheel.
"Do you know how infuriating all of you are?"?
Reaching over, Diana encompassed the Deputy in a hug and kissing him on
the head before whispering, "Do you really want to know?"?
Deputy Summers leaned back and handed her his milkshake. "Diana I'm just
trying to do my job. It's bad enough that I have to answer to the Coven
as well as my boss."?
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Part of my evening was spent preparing for the next day's picnic. I had
already discussed with Abigail the menu for tomorrow's lunch. Of course,
she kept insisting that PBJ would be fine but I was having none of that.
Our lunch would start with crescent roll sandwiches filled with a number
of different items including cr?me cheese and vegetables, homemade
pimento cheese, tuna fish made with chopped scallions and Ni?oise olives
plus one standard peanut butter and jelly sandwich on white bread. With
my homemade cheese crisps and several bottles of water added to the
basket I top it all off with a container filled with my secret dessert.
Hours later sitting under 'Father Oak' I watched with amusement as
Abigail gobbled down a second of my 'Death by Chocolate' brownies. I
could not help but enjoy her almost orgasmic reaction to my cooking.
We had decimated the entire contents of the picnic basket leaving no
survivors. The only thing that attempted to escape was the PBJ but even
that ended up in the hands of a very grateful mother and a starving six
your old child.
"Oh my god Morgan, these brownies are sinful. Where did you learn how to
cook?"?
"Well you know Rebecca doesn't come home until late and pizza every night
is a bit monotonous so I really didn't really have much of a choice.
What's interesting is that I found it's something I like to do."?
Leaning against one another, we sat in silence enjoying the warmth of the
day and each other's company. I thought for a moment that Abigail had
fallen asleep when she pointed to couple of books that sat on top of my
picnic basket.
One book covered the latest advances in Dendrology the second was a
reproduction of a mediaeval Latin text on Herbology. Abigail brushed her
hands on the blanket and picked up the second book.
"I think my Aunt owns this one." Opening the book Abigail made a face she
was obviously not a Latin scholar.
Before she could ask how I can read Latin, I gently closed the book and
smiled. "Want to go for a walk?"?
With a grin, Abigail popped the remains of another brownie into her
mouth. "What about the books and the picnic basket."?
"I'll see if Mrs. Jacobson will keep an eye on them."?
With a warning to be careful, Abigail and I set out towards the park.
When she realized our destination was not one of the walking trails she
stopped. "Morgan I can't go in there."?
"Of course you can."?
Abigail shook her head taking a few steps back. "It's not permitted."?
"Why you're even wearing the proper shoes."?
"Morgan!"?
I sighed and enclosed my hand in hers. Looking straight into her pretty
blue eyes I whispered, "I give you permission Abigail. No harm will
befall you as long as you are in my presence."?
I do not know understand why I was able to give her permission but I
knew it to be true. With that assurance, we entered the forest holding
hands.
I could feel her nervousness slowly be replaced with wonder. "It's
beautiful Morgan."?
"You haven't been in a forest before Abigail?"?
She gave me one of her special smiles. "Morgan of course I have but this
place is special."?
I couldn't agree more.
As we walked, Abigail gave me a running commentary on some of the plant
life we passed. I smiled. I knew there was a reason why I liked her.
While moving through the forest she slowly slipped her arm around my
waist. Her gentle touch seemed to exorcise all of the troubled thoughts
that have been plaguing me these last few weeks. Coming across a
clearing, we took a break. Even with her 'proper shoes' the uneven ground
was beginning to hurt Abigail's feet.
"What's this symbol mean Morgan?" Abigail pointed to an old stump. Carved
on the stump was a runic symbol of three crosses in the shape of a
triangle.
"It's for protection child." An old woman with a gentle face entered the
clearing. Dressed in greens and reds her clothes were like many of the
older residents of Skogshaven whose relatives came over from Scandinavia.
For some time I had felt a presence watching us but I knew we were in no
danger.
Abigail quickly rose from the ground and brushed herself off. "Oh hello,
my name is Abigail and this is Morgan."?
"I am Sabina." She gave Abigail a warm smile before almost coming down
into a curtsy in front of me. No, I haven't figured out what all of the
curtsying is about. Actually, I really don't want to know.
Sabina began to explain that the original settlers when they cleared the
forest would give offerings and in certain areas would mark the stumps.
The runes would offer protection to the inhabitants.
"Protection from what?" I knew I wouldn't like the answer.
Sabina looked at me surprised before smiling sadly. "From the Wild
Hunt."?
A sense of dread filled me. As Sabina and Abigail continued to discuss
old runes and other topics, they were pleased to discover that Sabina
knew Abigail's grandmother.
"Morgan." I look up realizing that Abigail had been trying to get my
attention for the last few seconds.
"Sorry, just zoning."?
Abigail gave Sabina one of her special smiles. "I'm sorry, it's getting
late. I don't want my Aunt to worry."?
"It has been a pleasure to meet you Abigail." The old woman reached over
and kissed her on both cheeks. "I am pleased to see that not everyone has
forgotten the old way. Perhaps we shall meet again."?
With one last farewell, the old woman disappeared into the woods. Abigail
stood there dumbfounded. Welcome to my world. With just a hint of fear in
her voice, she asked. "Morgan can we go home?"?
For the rest of the walk back Abigail held me close as if she feared I
might disappear. I felt her relief as we stepped out of the woods.
Passing 'Father Oak' on the way to the library parking lot Abigail
reached up, pressed her body to mine and kissed me full on the lips. Both
of our lips were a little chapped but the kiss was wonderful. Definitely,
something I could get used to.
She jumped back giggling. "That was to thank you for taking me into the
forest." She leaned forward once more our bodies close together but
something had changed. Confusion and strong emotion washed over me as
Abigail stumbled back her hands on her mouth.
"You're a boy."?
I look at her confused. "I have always been a boy."?
Tears began to form in her eyes. She continued to back away. "My Aunt
said you would do something like this. I thought you were different. Has
this all been some sort of prank? Did someone put you up to this?" In a
fierce whisper full of heartbreaking sorrow she cried. "It always ends
like this when I get close to someone. They all hate me."?
"Abigail I don't understand." I tried to move towards her. We had been
talking to one another for almost two weeks. On a number of occasions,
she had even introduced me to others on the street. She knew I have
always been a boy.
"Don't touch me." She cried, tears pouring from her eyes. Her emotions
hammered away at me. "Did you think it was funny?" With a mournful wail
she ran toward the parking lot screaming at me not to follow her.
Sorrow overwhelmed me. When the heavens opened up, I couldn't move. The
weight of the last few years finally collapsed on me physically pushing
me to the ground. My adoption, the divorce, my family issues all of it.
Everything I had been trying to hide from began to overwhelm me. I
couldn't breathe. Now I have lost my only true friend. On my knees with
the rain falling down around me, I placed my hands over my face. All I
could do was weep.
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Not far from the Library stood a small Medical Office Building. From
specialists to dentists it's one of the few places in town where people
can get non-emergency medical care. Although not on Main Street, it's
conveniently placed overlooking the Library and the park. Late in the day
on a Saturday, the parking lot sat empty except for a black SUV.
"Look, they're coming out of the woods now." The creature known as Dunter
raised a set of Steiner Rangefinder Binoculars to his face. "So Sile is
that her?"?
"I'm not sure." The white haired woman sat in the back of the SUV away
from the sun. Covered in a green hoody she had it pulled down over her
face.
"Sile," a cultured Filipino voice gently spoke. "Your assistance would be
most appreciated."
Taking the binoculars from Dunter, Jabol leaned forward to get a better
view of what everyone was so excited about.
"Enough of this." Dunter reached over dragged the white haired woman over
the seat, took the binoculars from Jabol hands and painfully smashed them
into Sile's face. "Now look or ill rip those eyes from your skull."?
"Yes, no...I don't know it looks like her," Sile mumble.
Disgusted Dunter threw her into the back seat. "Useless Bitch."?
"Oh it looks like they are having a little argument," Jabol said with no
sympathy in his voice.
When it began to rain in an otherwise clear day Dunter growled with
pleasure. Reaching for the keys the red-hatted creature started the SUV.
"I got you now."?
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