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Sometimes a Good Notion... Prologue: The Black Lotus Cecil Barnes loved the flea market. There was just something about slowly meandering through the tables and seeing what people had put out there. It could literally be anything. There were the regulars that basically used their booths to run small businesses out of that were there every day; sometimes he got quite a few good deals there. There were people who were there for a day or two having a yard sale. People with their perennial craft booths would be there for a longer or shorter time; depending on how they chose to be. And even sometimes, someone there just wanting to find a home for a litter of puppies or kittens. As he moved through the crowds that flowed like blood through the veins of a body, he sometimes thought that this must be what it was like to walk through the marketplaces of the ancient world and it left him feeling connected to the past in some deep underlying fashion. Most of the time the flea market was empty and if you didn't go there on the weekend you really weren't going to find anything there. But Cecil liked going during the off days as well. He had found some of his best bargains on those days, but it really wasn't the desire to get something that brought him there, it was the being part of the whole thing that did it for him. He craved that connection with other people even if it was nothing more than a transient feeling. If he had really deeply thought about it he might have come to the conclusion that his love of doing this was a reaction to how the modern world made him feel. How being atomized despite being connected to others in the larger sense of things had made him still feel completely alone; but it didn't matter that he didn't think about that. Being in the flea market gave him something that he needed and that was enough. He was just walking through the tables under flea market roof just like he mostly did. The majority of those tables were sited under its cavernous reach. There were some tables out on the fringes that were out where they were exposed to the elements, but on days like today; those small concrete tables stood empty and desolate. Like abandoned markers of something that people had long forgotten what they were there for in the first place. Most of the tables were spread out in long rows under the sheet metal roof. The timber frame that held up the roof was nothing special, but the thick pillars that held it up and the joists that provided its shape and structure above gave it a cool sheltered air that Cecil appreciated when he came here. If you looked down the long open covered area you would probably get that faint unnamed suggestion that you were standing in between the columns in the agora in some ancient market and if you thought about it and closed your eyes your mind might trick you into hearing that long ago voice. But then you opened your eyes and instead of seeing merchants from the ancient world you saw things like Cecil saw when he was here. That was when he remembered reading somewhere that the past wasn't really gone, that it wasn't even really past. He forgot who it was that had written that, but there were certain times when that half remembered line rose in his mind and struck him with the utter truth of it Cecil shook off that thought most times. He didn't really come here so that he could have deep thoughts, but he couldn't help having them when he was here. He moved through the tables listening to the burble of conversation around him, the excited cries of children and immersing himself into the throng of humanity that he was part of. It was the connection that brought him back here over and over again and that was enough. The woman's table he stopped at was nothing special. There were a lot of things that were lying out on the broad smooth surface of the rented table that at first glance screamed out yard sale to him. That kind of made it stand out to Cecil. There was a cycle in the flea market world just as there was in the natural one. There was always someone doing something like this, but there were just times that you would find more people doing it at the same time. It was usually in the spring and fall when you would find the majority of sales like this. If there was one thing that Cecil knew about it was that particular cycle. His aunt had been one of those people who joked that her car had a mind of its own and would see and stop for any yard sale sign that it saw. He loved his aunt and he had been along with her for countless stops when he was growing up. His mother and her sister had been so close that sometimes Cecil had trouble remembering that he only had one mother. So seeing this particular table laid out the way it was tended to stand out to him. It was either too early in the year or too late in the year for many similar endeavors depending on how you looked at it. So of course Cecil was inclined to stop and browse for a little while. The woman who was running the table wasn't a young woman. She was in her mid-thirties. She was looked to be just about 5'6", but it was hard to be sure since she was sitting down. Her dark hair was pulled back into a short ponytail and her face was in that twilight realm when a woman starts to really lose the girlish cast to her features and the face of the mature woman she is becoming is starting to truly manifest itself. She greeted Cecil in a friendly way and made a bit of small talk with him while he was looking over what she had to offer. It was all pretty standard so far; household items that, while old were still serviceable. The same thing could be said for the assortment of men's clothing that was clean and neatly folded along with a smaller selection of women's raiment. There was not really anything here for him that jumped out at him while he was talking to her that screamed at him that he needed to buy it. He was pretty sure that had been the woman's experience for most of the day already. He was starting to ask her about one of the items that was off to the side of the table when he paused in mid-sentence and asked her if that was what he thought it was. Cecil was no stranger to haggling and he knew that expressing interest like he had just done would put him in a disadvantage if he really wanted to go for it, but it was so unexpected to see something like that here that he had forgotten that basic rule. Besides he really wanted to know if he was just seeing things that really were not here. The 'it' in question was a small plastic baggie holding a large clump of dried herb sitting casually in an old glass ash tray. There wasn't an overly large amount of it, but there was enough there that he was pretty sure that it was for sale and not just casually placed there for her later use. Although seeing something like that out in the open either for sale or just casual use by anyone was one of those things that Cecil just didn't expect to see even in a relaxed environment like this. The baggie was an ordinary sandwich baggie with a plastic zip to seal it. It wasn't even new, but it was still doing its job of keeping its contents sealed away from the air and preventing them from drying out or getting otherwise damaged. It wasn't just the grey green vegetative matter that was clumped inside that caught Cecil's eye. It was the tiny strands of purple and gold that spread threadlike on the underside of the dried leaves that told him what it probably was. "You want to be careful with that stuff," the woman told him. "It's really potent and if you aren't careful you may get more than you bargain for." Cecil looked up and asked her what she meant by that. The woman spread her hands downward and said that using that was what made her the woman that she was today. Cecil asked her what it was that she meant by saying something like that. He'd heard a lot of strange things about this little plant over the years. Some of them were true he was sure, but others he knew were just lies spread by anti-drug propagandists as well; leaving him somewhat reluctant to find out for himself. Cecil looked at her in a more studied fashion. Most of the time when he had these little encounters with the different people here he kept a certain distance between them. He wanted that connection that he felt when he came here and at the same time he wanted to remain apart. But sometimes, like now, he was moved to go a little bit beyond that self imposed boundary. He apologized for his rudeness and asked her what her name was since he hadn't asked. The woman smiled at him and told him that there was not need to apologize. Most people who stopped by didn't bother to trade names and she could tell that, until he had seen that little baggie, that he was just a few moments from moving on as well. She held out her hand to him and said that her name was Tonya. It was a hand that was in some ways like her face. There was the trace of the girl she had been mingled in with the seasoning of the woman that she was becoming. It was a good hand. The hand of someone who was not afraid to get it dirty when there was something needing to be done with it. Cecil briefly shook it and asked her again just what she meant when she said what she had before. Tonya reached over the table, picked up the plastic and held up the small baggie of dried green herb. She held it up in the late morning sunlight for him to see a little better and then pressed it into his hand so he could get a closer look for himself. "It's exactly what you think it is. And I'm not exaggerating when I say that this was what is responsible for me being here today," she said simply. Cecil asked her if she was a dealer. Ever since the referendum passed last year, he had started seeing this stuff available for sale in small quantities. But when he did see it, usually it was not in some place like the flea market. Tonya laughed a bit at the question and said that she didn't deal in it nor did she grow it; she just had some left over. "The truth is if they hadn't legalized it last year I would have never found this particular blend or found out just what it could do," she continued. She reached back for the bag as he handed it over to her and dropped it back into the old glass ashtray. Now that it was briefly empty he could see it was a souvenir from the Olympics the last time they were here before the bag hid its characteristic shape again. Cecil asked her if she wasn't a dealer and didn't grow it how then did she happen to have it. Tonya shrugged and told him that she had been coming to the flea market off and on over the last couple of months. She was cleaning out the accumulated detritus and eliminating some of the clutter mostly; just going through it a little at a time rather than all at once. I was her turn to man the table this week is all and normally she wouldn't have this particular item to offer for sale. She had just happened to run across the leftovers carefully wrapped in the baggie she had originally bought it in where she had carelessly thrown it into the recess of a kitchen drawer. When he started to ask her how long it had been lying in that drawer she reassured him that he didn't need to wonder if she was selling him something that was already inert from age. This particular variety of that herb just didn't do anything like that. It didn't even need to be fresh. And for some people the older it was just meant that its special properties were enhanced, rather than weakened. If it had been another variety she said she wouldn't have bothered even bringing it here, but it being what it was and since they had not the slightest intention of further use anytime soon, she had tossed it into the sell pile for this week. After all who knows for sure what will go at the table this week? Maybe she would run into someone who just might have wanted to give it a dry run the way that she had wanted to when she stood on the other side of the table. For someone who was just browsing the flea market, Cecil seemed to know quite a bit about this particular variety of weed Tonya thought. Not everything, there was still some misconceptions he had that she corrected, but she could tell that he was curious about it. While he did know what it was, which was really a step up from some of the people she had encountered when they asked about this; he didn't really know the best way to use it. He'd heard of it of course and of the different ways people had tried it. It was hard not to have heard about it, especially with the hoopla that surrounded the narrow referendum win. And it was pretty certain to Tonya that she would be making this sale today the longer their conversation when on. Cecil's curiosity had already led to their conversation shifting onto the topic of what the best way to use it would be if he did buy it. "It all depends on what it is that you want to do with it is," she said in a half amused way. What she was saying now was in some ways a recap of what she had been told when she bought it. The only difference was that now what she said was flavored with her own personal experience. "If you want to get the deepest effect in my opinion, than the best method is to eat it, rather than smoke it. Even if you used a water pipe to cool the smoke it would still not have as powerful of an effect as taking it into your body and making it a part of you," she said to him. Cecil hesitated a bit when he heard that. Something about the way that she said that last part made him want to step back and maybe walk away. Perhaps he would even come back for it if he did that. He had heard that particular information she had shared with him before, just as he had also heard about how powerful it could be. He was interested though, probably more interested in this than any other experience he had faced in some time, but at the same time he wasn't quite sure that this was something that he should really venture into without a little more thought. He looked at Tonya sitting over in her lounge chair behind the table and asked her just what it was that had driven her to get it in the first place and give it a try for herself? Tonya flushed a little. The color that darkened her cheeks gave her a brief, youthful flush for a moment before it made her loose a small laugh at the thought. "If you really, really want to know," she replied. "The whole reason that I even had a desire to look for this stuff in the first place, let alone use it was because of my girlfriend." Cecil looked a little surprised when Tonya said that. Not that she had a girlfriend, but that her choosing to use this herb was spurred on by someone else and not from a personal desire to experiment like what animated Cecil's own interest. He asked her if she was willing to share with him just what it was that made her want to choose this route. After all she had gotten it and tried it herself already, even if she was getting rid of it now that she was done with it. Tonya smiled again. She watched his face as she replied to him that the biggest problem with her girlfriend was that she had been and in some ways still was a greedy, lazy fuck in the sack. The look on Cecil's face when she said that was just what she thought it would be. Of all of the reasons she could possibly have given him for trying this stuff out, she was pretty certain that one was not even on his radar. He just looked completely confused and she could tell that he was a little embarrassed when she said that, even as he asked her just what it was that she meant. Cecil was confused and not just by the blunt lack of effort to hide something personal like that from him. He had been wandering in the flea market for a couple of hours already and had noted when she had gotten here to set up her table as he criss-crossed his way between the aisles. He had seen them together earlier from a distance and was pretty sure that he had seen a long haired man unloading and not a woman, but he could be wrong about that. Cecil was also pretty sure that the two of them had the kind of interlocking closeness to their interaction that only a couple who fit together and were satisfied with that means had between them. He didn't get the impression that she voicing what she had said as a complaint though. Cecil decided that she just liked to shock people occasionally. It was probably a sign that she was warming to him when she did that he realized. He pushed down his surprise at what she said and asked her what that had to do with what they were talking about. Tonya looked back at him and said that it had everything to do with it. "I was actually pretty unhappy with our relationship," she admitted. "There were a lot of things there that, even though they were small were starting to pile up and when you looked at them all together it was starting to make me ask if it just was even worth the trouble to keep at it." Now that was something that Cecil had no trouble understanding. He had a couple of relationships that had ended that way himself and he knew exactly how it felt to turn around and look over that mental tally and just decide to cross it off and walk away. He asked Tonya if she was close to doing that before and if she was... how close was she really when it happened? She looked at him and told him that the breaking point, for her, all came down to how her girlfriend was like when she got into the bedroom. Those other things were things that she could take in small doses and the irritation they produced was still there, but it was adding in what happened in the bedroom that pushed Tonya over the tipping point. "Don't look for me to tell you all of the details," she said after motioning him closer. "In fact if we weren't talking about this..." She nudged the baggie of herbs. "I wouldn't be having this conversation with you at all, but you need to know so we are having it." Cecil nodded in acknowledgement. "It wasn't that she didn't want to be in the bedroom," Tonya continued. Far from it, she said, In fact, when it comes to getting herself soaked in pleasure frenzy, her girlfriend had always been eager for it to happen and passive just wasn't a notion that stayed in her vocabulary for very long. "The problem was," Tonya said, "that once she got going, she just really didn't give a damn about my end of things between the sheets when the two of us matched up under the covers." Everything just started to be solely about her and after it had sunk in that no matter how often they were together or how willing she was to be with Tonya; the plain hard truth of the matter was that when it was over Tonya was finding herself unsatisfied more and more often and she said she had gotten just plain tired of it. That was why I did what I did she said leaning over the table so he could hear what she said without raising her voice very much. Cecil was still confused at the last part. He'd heard about a lot of different ways that this particular herb could be used, but as an aphrodisiac wasn't one of them, if it could have been used that way he was pretty sure the makers of Viagra would have dumped millions into the campaign against it and they wouldn't be having this conversation right now. Cecil decided to outright ask her what it was that she had used it for. He knew that some people had used it to access the astral plane when they meditated; others used it just because it made you feel really good without the peril of addiction like other plants, while still others used it to treat certain diseases that it was particularly effective against. The information campaign that the reformers had waged had gotten a lot of those uses into the general consciousness pretty well before the referendum. But having a poor sexual relationship didn't really seem to him a basis for using black lotus in the first place. Tonya was finding that she was enjoying this conversation as much as she thought she was going to. When she contemplated selling what was left of the lotus after she found it in the kitchen drawer last week she wondered if she was able to. She knew that once it went out on the table at the flea market, that she was going to have to get into this in all probability and when she asked herself if she felt like doing that, she didn't find inside herself anything that screamed out don't you dare do this to her. She waved him closer. Cecil leaned in. "What I mean to say is that while my girlfriend was just selfish sexually, I didn't think that it had to stay that way. And to be honest I had a tad bit of that problem myself as well." She looked down at the baggie of dried herb on the table between them. "That's why I went looking for this stuff and that's why I used it to swap us into each other's bodies after I got it." Cecil looked over at the woman he was talking to and finally made the connection that while it was the girlfriend he was looking at, it was the boyfriend he was speaking with. Now some of the things that she had said the way she had said them made a lot more sense. If there was anything that could pop you into another's body while you were in the astral plane; black lotus was it. Tonya was still talking. Cecil turned back and listened closely to what she was telling him. This stuff just got a whole lot more interesting he thought to himself as he did. "Now I can tolerate a lot of small stuff and I really wanted to make it work with her," she continued. "So I thought that if it was anything like what I'd read about it then there was no way that either of us would be the same after we used it. I mean you couldn't be really. The whole walking in someone else's shoes isn't just something people say. With black lotus it's something you can do and after you go back you really can't be the same as your were." The woman looked down at herself and giggled. "Well that part was right at least." "So when I got hold of this baggie I decided that the best thing to do was to drop it in our food and just not tell her what was going to happen. I know it was a pretty shitty thing for me to do that way; but I did say I was a bit selfish myself. Now when I went looking for this particular little herb, this is what I did. After I dropped it into both of our dinner all I had to do was just make myself available to her a little later on that night. That didn't ever take much effort. Like I said, when it comes to that, she was always ready. She's just selfish," she said again, "and I wanted to knock her selfishness back a bit by doing this." "But even though I thought I knew what to expect and even when she slithered on top of me and I thought I was primed and ready, it still was nothing like I thought it would be. The first thing was really how it affected us when she came at me. Usually I had to slow her down a bit because she liked to rush, but once this stuff kicked in all we were doing was moving in slow motion and that was great. I got her to agree to slip on top a little differently this time." Usually when she was on top she liked to do it her way most of the time, but this time when she moved to lie down on me and get started I encouraged her to get ready to ride me reverse cowgirl style. It doesn't take long for this stuff to kick in. It was a good thing too. Any other night and I'd have just got it over with. That was the whole reason for even doing this. Her being the way she was, even with how often she was interested in having sex the way she went about it had just killed it for me. I'd long ago lost any interest in prolonging anything with her. I was tired of wanting it to just be over and once I got us here it was going to be different this time." "I could feel it taking effect while we moved against each other. I had just slid into her. She was on her back and I felt her adjust herself so that she was lying on me. I was fondling her breasts while she was overlaying my body and that made it different even if we were making love in slow motion." Cecil unobtrusively glanced at Tonya's breasts beneath the loose shirt she was wearing when she said that. He couldn't help himself and hoped that, if she did notice, that she wouldn't be upset by him doing that. If she did see the glance or was offended in any way she didn't say anything to him, she just continued to tell him what happened. "I could almost feel how heavy she was on top of me," she said softly so no one passing by would hear them. "And when I finally popped off she didn't just get a big dose of my sperm inside her. She got heavier. She got so heavy that she sank out of herself and down into me. At the same time I felt myself bubbling up over her as she displaced me. We were both aware of what was happening the entire time as I was rising up into her and she was sinking down into me." "I did catch some hell from her after we both came out of the trance that it induced. Boy did I catch some hell over that. But not right away. At first, when we both were more or less in control of ourselves, we were a little too busy trying on each other's shoes you might say. I said that she was selfish but after a few rounds I wasn't surprised that he decided that he liked to be on the giving end rather than the receiving end as much or more than before. I wasn't surprised to find that when he got over how the whole thing had happened in the first place got into the swing of experimenting pretty easily. I didn't expect that he didn't want me to switch us back right away; he had at first but that didn't last very long once I told him it was temporary. He was too busy enjoying being a man for the next few hours after that, but eventually he got tired of it and wanted to go back. That's when I caught hell for doing this. That's when I had to tell him we couldn't do that right now. Now that set him off and we had a realllly loud fight until things finally got dialed down enought that we could talk again." "I eventually did get him to understand that we could switch back, it just wasn't possible right away." Tonya leaned over closer to him and advised Cecil that if he was looking at doing something similar to this with someone, that it would be a very good idea to not try sneaking it into their shared experience like Tonya had done. Cecil had been considering the possibility while she was telling him this, but he didn't think that he would have when you got down to it. It was something that was freaky to contemplate when you knew what it could do; he didn't want to think about being ignorant as to why it was happening in the first place. She reached under the table and fished a cold soda out of the cooler that she had there. She offered one to Cecil, but he politely refused. She took a deep drink and screwed the cap back onto the bottle. He figured that she was probably thirsty with all of the talking she had been doing. Tonya resumed her story. She told him that since they had never used black lotus before she had to tell her new boyfriend about the drawback of using it in this way the guy she bought it from made sure to highlight. And that was that it could be dangerous to use it too frequently she explained. She told him that back in the distant past that it was used by magicians to induce a powerful trance state. She stressed that once it had been used for inducing that by someone it was really not that good of an idea to be loosing your astral self from your corporeal form that often. The man she bought it from stressed that attempting to spiritually unfetter yourself again that soon after taking doing so in the first place would be a really bad idea. She told her girlfriend that would be a good way to get lost in the Aether and they would both be like this until they were psychically strong enough to take the stress of doing it again. When he asked her just how long this was supposed to last she told him for just under a week. "He didn't like that," she admitted. "Now we were on vacation so that wasn't an issue and it helped that one of the side effect was that he now had a raging libido that demanded to be satisfied frequently over the next few hours. But that was a physical reaction that came from having your astral form in a new body she pointed out." Tonya gave Cecil a wink and told him that she mentioned it to him so he wasn't as surprised as she was. She really hadn't expected how her own libido would rage as well. When he asked her about that she admitted that neither of them had really found it in themselves to calm down from their sexual haze for better than a good twelve hours after the swap had taken place. Of course by that time he had already experienced some of what she had pointed out to him where he could do better and he was less inclined to show other reactions to his new girlfriend after being sated so. Cecil mentioned that he thought that she might have had hard feelings toward Tonya a little sooner for why she did this to them. Tonya looked him in the eye and told him that that was one of her worries when she decided to do this. "But one of the things that I did sometime after we were mid-point in our orgy was to tell him that I was going to fuck him just exactly like she fucked me. That actually got his interest. He didn't look at it as being selfish until then maybe. But after he got some time being on the receiving end of what I was used to feeling from her, he made it plain that he didn't like it. It took some doing, but we finally got to where we could have an honest talk about that part of our lives without getting up in arms about it. After doing all this to make my point to him, I thought that, when it was possible to shift back, that things were going to be just a little different in this area of our relationship." Tonya shifted her body on the lawn chair trying to get more comfortable. It took a few minutes, but she eventually got to where she wanted to be in the chair. "One of the things he said to me was that he did get the point I was making to him and that he would make an effort to do better. I told him that was all that I really wanted and I would be trying a little harder myself. I meant what I said when I said I wanted to try to keep us together. And I could see him trying a little harder already. He joked that when he had his tits and twat again that he was looking forward to seeing just how much I had learned by borrowing them. I was pretty sure that even if we never needed to use this stuff again the sexual part of our relationship would have a little more meaning for the both of us from now on. But by the end of the week we were both having our doubts about this being a onetime thing. Tonya looked down at her swollen belly. She admitted to Cecil that she wished the person she bought it from had told her that one of the side effects of using black lotus, particularly in this manner made the herb also provide a massive boost to the fertility of both of them. She hadn't known about that little side effect at the time. Or that because of the nature of the conception that she would be aware it had happened by the time her astral form was strong enough to go back to her original body. Cecil asked her how her boyfriend took the news that not only would there be a delay in going back, but that he would be a father as well because of it. Tonya told him that after he got over being blindsided that it didn't seem that bad of a thing to them after the two of them got over the shock that this was not a short term deal any longer. They had wanted to have kids together after all, just not quite this way. Tonya told him that after they realized what was going to be facing them they had a long talk about it. Cecil asked her how that turned out. She smiled and said that they had decided to take turns having the kids. After all they both have adjusted already and by the time this one was weaned they both would have a couple of years on the other side of the fence. Tonya leaned toward Cecil again and told him what she wanted him to think about was what he really wanted to do with this stuff if he really wanted to buy what she had left. She wanted him to know that he needed to be careful. It had turned out ok for her and her boyfriend. They were getting married in a couple of weeks and he had already told her that since this was almost certainly a guaranteed pregnancy when he switched back that he was already looking forward to it. But at the same time she still felt she needed to have Cecil with his eyes open when it came to this. The man she bought it from said it was Stygian she told him and he insisted it was the best. Cecil asked her if this was all she had left and Tonya looked at him and shook her head no. Cecil asked her how much she wanted for what she was selling and after they went back and forth over the price he reached into his wallet to give it to her. "Sometimes a good notion is just sitting there looking at you," he said to her. Tonya agreed and wished him good luck.