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Oppertunities Missed
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Oppertunities Missed The smoke floated up a few feet, then to the right, then down to the floor, then up again. A cloud of smoke formed, about six feet tall, and two feet wide. Inside the mist formed the figure of a man. As the smoke cleared, a tall, very well built man remained. His skin was tinted gold, with long gold hair down to his shoulders. He wore a leather vest with long leather fringe hanging from it. A pair of gold flip flops, and a bright blue metallic colored surfer shorts, with piercing blue eyes. With a glow like sunshine emitting from all over his body. “Well, hey, Tim dude, peace and Love to you.” He says, in a slurring stonner/surfer voice. “I love you, man.” he says, as he offers Tim the corn cob pipe he was smoking. “Guess who I am? Bet you can't” he waited a moment. “You can't can you? My name is Moon Doggie. At your service, well at your mom's service. I love you, though, I just can't respect you, I think.”taking another toke from his pipe. Tim, though scared, was indignant, crossing his arms, and replied, “I'm not going to play your stupid game, and if I knew who you were,I wouldn't tell you.” He eyed the spirit, up and down. “You sure are bright, light wise, I mean. I suppose you're here to convince me about love. Give it your best shot.” “Ah, Tim man, don't be so defensive. I'm helpin' your mom, and you. I gave her my word I'd converse with you, about something sorely lacking in your life, and show you some opportunities to Love you've passed by, and how they changed not only your life, but others lives, for the worse. I'll remind you how you became you, and how wrong you are to ignore Love.You ever time travel, Tim man? No, well for everything there is a first. Let's go.” The ghost reached out, taking Tim by his ear, encouraging him to follow. Then in the fireplace, formed a swirling gold smoke. “Let's surf through the past time com padre.” and with that, he dove into the twisting mist with Tim in tow. When the smoke cleared, Tim found himself and the spirit, in the hallway of a house with loud music playing, and young adults laughing . The decor was atrocious, very retro. “Where are we Moon Doggie? These people look somewhat familiar.” “It's a matter of when and where. We're gonna hang ten here for awhile. Oh, yeah, The where is 2728 Myrwin ave. in Pittsburgh. The when is March 1st 1987. I Love the music, and I Love the decor even more. Wow!” “Spirit, that's my birthday, what a coincidence, don't you think?” he questioned Moon Doggie. “Nope, not a coinci, coinci, it's not. It is your birthday, watch. Don't worry, they can't see you. Don't you just Love that?” Tim turned around the corner peering into the living room at the happy group having a party with gifts and all the trimmings. They were all paying attention to a woman sitting in a recliner chair. She was very pregnant, and was the only person with a frown instead of a grin. He could tell she didn't want to be there, with all these people fawning over her and her baby. “She wishes she were alone without these stupid, romantic 'friends' around.” “You're about to make your presence known. In four, three, two, one, zero.” As the ghost points at the woman, she screams in pain, putting her hands on her very extended tummy area. “She's going into labor with you, right now. I Love babies being born, don't you? Let's meet her at the hospital, ya think? Let's go.” He pushes Tim into the swirling smoke next to him. With a laugh, he jumps in, following close behind. In moments they find themselves in a hospital room. Tim fell to the floor first with Moon Doggie holding on to Tim's pant leg. They tumble across the floor. “Oh, man, what a wipe-out.” “When are we now spirit?”Tim inquired. “That woman, I know her, is that my mother? Why bring me here? “Be quite and listen.” He ordered Tim. The mother held her newborn boy. They were alone in this hospital room, but she was talking to her little infant in her arms. “I'm sorry Tim, I'm sorry, I can't love you, or give you the emotional support you need, but my older brother can. So I'll be saying good-bye soon. Let me warn you, love does nothing but hurt you. Stay away from it.” “So sad, times up, gotta go” the spirit told Tim. “Hold on! Yippee” he reached for Tim and only got hold of his sleeve, as they were pulled into the smoke. They ended their jump, in a dark bedroom seeing Tim laying naked on a bed in a bedroom that didn't belong to him. A woman walk in, wearing a black teddy nightie. She was short, a little on the heavy side, dark red hair, with dark skin. She laid down beside the young Tim and started making out with him. Kissing him, and stroking his cock. “That's Kathy Warnick, she was my first girl friend, I cared for her, a lot, and wanted to go steady with her.” “Shhhh” As he puts a finger to Tim's mouth. “Your interrupting, be quiet. This was your first time with a girl, wasn't it? I want to watch and listen. But being out here is weird. Let's go into the closet.” “I thought you said they can't see us.” questioned Tim. “They can't, but I Love watching from in the closet.” answered Moon Doggie. They stood and watched Kathy and Tim make-out. Kathy's skin was very dark when seen next to Tim's. You see Tim was of Irish decent, and Kathy was a hot Italian girl. Kathy was taking the offense and was in hot week you know when a woman gets really horny right before ovulation. She was horny, and needed to get laid. She was stroking Tim's cock and was kissing and biting him all over. After awhile she took off her teddy, and stood on the bed above Tim. “She was the first female, live, that I'd seen naked. I liked her a lot. It bordered on love, I think. I wonder what ever happened to her?” Tim asked. “I told you, shut up. I Love watching this stuff man.” “She's squatting down right onto your hard cock. Wow you're long. You was a Virgin until now, and your emotions were running rampant. Now she's fucking your brains out, while you squeeze her big tits. Look at her nipples, wow, did they really get that big?” Moon Doggie asked Tim. “Now she's leaning down on her hands and knees. Why didn't you yell when she bit your nipples, and gave you all those hickeys? I love the way she's biting your ear first, come on now, bite his neck some more. Oh yes Tim, give her some hickeys too. I Love watching this shit. The young Tim is immersed in the love making. Not so much the sex part of it, but the love making part. Kathy's holding up one of her tits for you to suck on. It's giving me a stiffy. Her stiff pinger nips look so good, I Love nipples, and all I can do is watch. But I do Love to watch. She's changing positions again. Will you look at that, a reverse cowgirl. Holy fuck dude, you were so lucky. She just keeps going and going, up and down on you. I don't think she can get it in any deeper. Wait, I think, I think, yes, yes, there she goes. She getting' a big O. I think that's why she's grabbing her tits like that. Wait a minute Tonto, is she supposed to get off you yet?” They watch her in silence as she gets up and walks toward the bathroom. She closes the bathroom door, but returns in a few minutes, dressed. Kathy lays down next to Tim. “That was great, my girlfriends said you were big. Thanks for the fuck.” Kathy politely said as she got a cigarette and lit it. “Listen, Tim, my mom's gonna be home soon, and if she finds you here, we'll both be in trouble. She still thinks I'm a virgin. Can you believe that. So get dressed.” “That look on you face. You look like a puppy who's tail just got run over by a car. Your eyes are getting so big with disbelief, so big, even in the mostly dark. She told you she loved you, just to get you into bed, and onto your cock. What a Bitch. What's done is done, nothin' we can do but catch the next wave.” Moon Doggie was pointing out the obvious. It hurt Tim, while scaring him for life. Tim remembered, he had loved her, his first true love, and she used him to have sex. Well he could do that too. He should have taken his mother's advice. Well he'd be taking it from now on. LOVE, bah, humbug. “That was one of the turning points in live and Love wasn't it dude?” Moon Doggie put his hand on Tim's shoulder, and told him.”I still Love you, Tim man. We still have one more place to check out.” Take me where you must, spirit. I know you only mean good for me. Spare me more pain if you can. When the smoke cleared, they stood on top of a hill, with thousands of Small red flags flapping in the breeze, as it wove it's way across the lush green valley. “What are those flags for, spirit?” Tim inquired. “There are so many of them, they must serve some purpose. They look so stunning in contrast to the green fields they're blanketing.” “I Love the way the red stands out with all the green. Let's take a closer look, Tim man.” In the blink of your eye, both of them stood among the flags. Moon Doggie reaches down, pulling one out of the ground. “See this dude? See all the burn holes in the flags? Tim Man, you asked me what all these flags are. They are your flags, all of them, and they all have burn holes in them. They are your opportunities missed. Opportunities you had to Love, Love anyone or anything. These were your chances to appreciate the smell of a flower, to feel the unrestricted trust of an infant. A chance to love seeing a marriage proposal, in person, or having one of the first snow flakes on your face. To find Love in a sunset, or a perfectly cooked steak. You see, Tim man, you've missed Lovin' all those things, because your heart is broken, and it don't work. Bet you thought I was gonna say, you didn't have a heart. Right Tim man? Wrong-O. Will you look at the time.” Moon Doggie says, as he pulls a small hour glass out of his pocket, taking a long look at it. “Don't forget, you got two more spirits to see before the parties over tonight, I Love parties, don't you? Well it's time for me to go, got to catch this big wave, and go see the Big Kahuna, good luck, dude, I'm bet-tin on you.” With those words, a golden surf board appeared under Moon Doggie's arm. He took it in his hands, let out a holler, and began running toward the huge wave making it's way up the valley. “I Love it.” he yelled as he stood on his surfboard and rode the wave. It was at that moment Tim realized the wave, imaginary or not, was heading straight for him. There was nowhere for him to escape to. He crouched as low as he could, covering his head, and took a deep breath. The wave came crashing over him Tim held his breath as long as he could, preparing to swim for his life. Nothing happened, yet he was soaking wet. Tim opened his eyes to find himself standing in his bathtub, with his shower on. The words I LOVE IT were written on the mirror. Tim undressed, dried off and put his bathrobe on. He had just begun to write his dream he just had in his daily journal, when he heard a commotion downstairs, and the deep hefty laughter of a man. Tim cautiously made his way down the stairs. As he stepped lower on the stairway, it looked as though he left the TV on. The light reflecting throughout the rooms was flickering, and he heard all kinds of voices and sounds. The laugh permeated the rooms again. Against his better judgment Tim Turned to see, sitting in his recliner chair, a Next Change The Channel Please good sex is good sex. it doesn't matter where it comes from.[/COLOR |
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I love the way you channel Dickens, Serina... Bring on part 3! 
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This is the version that should have been written, lol. Love it!
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