1 comments/ 27943 views/ 2 favorites Somewhere Over The Rainbow... Ch. 03 By: BOSTONFICTIONWRITER Wishing and wishing upon a star Tired of mind control that doesn't work most times for most people, wishing and wishing upon a star? Don't fret because now science can create the perfect love formula to make your romantic dreams come true. "Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are?" Yet, instead of "what you are", humor me and substitute the words "where you are," since that phrase is more appropriately befitting this story. "Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder where you are?" Where is the person of your love? Let's try another version of that again. "Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder who you are?" Who is the person of your love? In case you were wondering with all the text about wishing and wishing upon a star, this story is about wishing and wishing upon a star for love, romance, and sex. Ah, now, I got your interest haven't I? You are curious about this story aren't you and want to see where I am going with it. And you thought it was just going to be about making a wish on a cloud of matter composed of 91.2% hydrogen and 8.7% helium with the remaining 0.1% contents composed of trace elements of oxygen, carbon, nitrogen, silicon, magnesium, neon, iron, and sulfur. "Ha!" How foolish of you to think that. After reading some of my stories, you should know better. Yes, I know you are sitting there with your cock or vibrator in your hand waiting for the sexual parts and I can assure you that they will follow soon, only please be patient. I promise to reward your patience with enough sex to make it worth the wait. C'mon, think about it, you have to have an introduction before you can have sex with someone. I don't know about you, but I would never walk up to a woman who I just met and expect sex. "Hi, how are you? I'm Freddie. Okay, enough of the pleasantries. Take off your clothes. I want to fuck you now." "Police!" First, we must have conversation, a date or two or more and a romantic connection before we find ourselves intimate and in bed, on the coffee table, under the kitchen table or on the grass in the public park with someone. "Freddie giving me a ride home from work yesterday, having lunch together today, Dutch, I might add, at McDonalds, and bumping into me at the Mall does not constitute three dates. We are not dating. We are not boyfriend and girlfriend. And no, for the last time, I will not have sex with you. Get up off your knees, please; people think you are proposing to me. And for God's sakes, please put on your clothes. Aren't you cold?" We don't know with whom we will fall in love with or where and when it will materialize. We all go through life in a daze waiting for something to happen, waiting for lightning to strike, hoping to hear music, a symphony, a melody, a jingle, our song, and to feel goose bumps with the magic of the moonlight, the sunrise or the sunset, the dim light from the street light, while waiting for Hell to freeze over, before we find that special person of our dreams. "Gees! Angelina Jolie is already taken, but Pamela Anderson just filed for divorce. Come to think of it, now that Elizabeth Taylor is old and infirmed, I may have a better chance bedding her, if only she would answer my fan mail." Only it never works out that way and always, unless we want to be alone and lonely for the rest of our lives, we must settle for someone who is less than we had hoped and imagined. "Yes, well, he's not that bad looking and he has a good job," you say hoping to convince yourself in preparation to settle for someone less. "Yes, well, she's not that bad looking and she has a good job," you say hoping to convince yourself in preparation to settle for someone less. Yet, what if we didn't have to settle? No pun intended, allow me to illuminate our little twinkling star. What if science could remove the mystery of romance, love, and sex? Do I dare write; what if we could choose our intended beloved? That's right. What if you could thumb through People's Magazine or Playboy or Hank's Hardware, Dry Goods, and Farm Animal catalog, and pick the one you want. Shocking, I know, but humor me. What if we could? Imagine the possibilities. Who would you pick? C'mon, let your imagination run wild. The little woman or big guy is out in the other room. This is just between me and you and the thousands, the hundreds, the couple of people who will read this story. Moreover, imagine this, what if you never had to wish for anything again? Think about the ramifications of that scenario. One day, soon, in the not too distance future you will only have to think about whatever it is you want to receive it. Yet, that is another story. In the meantime, let's focus on romance, love, and my favorite topic, sex. Is there someone who you dream about? Who is it? C'mon, tell me. Don't be shy, there's only me and you here...along with a couple of our Literotica friends. Is it Brad Pitt or Angelina Jolie or who is it? Is there someone who you yearn to have a romantic relationship with that culminates with love, marriage, and children? You wonder what your children would look like with him as their father or with her as their mother. You already have names for them, don't you? You already know where you will Honeymoon and where you will live. You've already imagined the perfect life with that perfect special someone, your fantasy favorite, till death do you part, returning your affection, wanting your intimacy, and telling you they love you. "...and I love you, too," you say while reading this alone in your room and for no one to hear. You're pathetic, but you don't have to be, at least, not in this day of the computer and age of life altering events. Are you fortunate enough to already know the identity of your ideal woman or man? Well, you are way ahead of many others who are fickle and change from People Magazine issue to People Magazine issue. Alas, are they so inaccessible because you are so average in appearance and/or intelligence and they are so handsome or beautiful and/or intelligent, talented, and rich? Maybe, he or she is a celebrity, a movie star or a singer. Okay, for those of you who are interested in Paris Hilton, Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, Michael Bolton, Barry Manilow, and Pee Wee Herman, I can't help you. I have my limits. For all others, please continue reading because you are really going to like this part of the story. To be continued... Somewhere Over The Rainbow... Ch. 04 Wishing and wishing upon a star Tired of mind control that doesn't work most times for most people, wishing and wishing upon a star? Don't fret because now science can create the perfect love formula to make your romantic dreams come true. "Twinkle, twinkle little star...I wonder where and who you are." Are you still hoping and yearning to meet that special someone? It's tough not having anyone in your life. No one wants to be alone and lonely. Everyone deserves someone. We are all better people when there is someone special in our lives to laugh and talk to while suffering the trials and tribulations that is life. "Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight. Maybe, Cupid's arrow has struck your heart and made you fall in love with someone that you think is special, but everyone else perceives as ordinary at best. Maybe, as are you, indeed, he or she is average and even though you long for them and lust after them, there still is no connection with you from them on any level. Now, that is so tragically sad and emotionally painful to love someone who does not return the feelings that you have for them. Maybe, he or she is your next door neighbor or someone who you see on the subway on your way to work or who you work with every day. Is he or she a close friend perhaps, someone who would never think to take it to the next level with you, but who takes you in his or her confidence about his or her romantic relationships and sexual dalliances with others who are less than you in every way? Oh, if only they would look at you in the way they look at others. It makes your heart skip a beat when you see the one you love on the street. Then, it makes it difficult to breathe when they see you on the street and pass you by with nothing more than, "Hi." Never do they look twice at you. Never do they regard you with a smile or a kind word. If they look in your direction, they look right through you, as if you are not even there. If only they would see you for the great human being you are. If only they would stop and engage you in conversation and listen to what you have to say. "I love you." You are a good person with a lot of great qualities if only they took the time to talk to you and took the time to get to know you. You imagine conversations with them. You imagine scenarios of all the places you would go and of all the events that you would attend with them, if only they would give you a chance to show them how truly wonderful you are. You imagine your first kiss by the sea, on the mountaintop, in your car, at the mall, at the park or while you are in your underwear alone in your room. "Cheeky!" You are wearing your new outfit today, only they still haven't noticed you. How do you get them to notice you? What do you have to do to be noticed? You have the urge to jump up and down in front of them naked while waving your arms and yelling, "Hello! I'm over here. Look at me." They make you feel insignificant and invisible, as if you don't exist. You are not part of their world. A world apart, you see their shining star but from afar, light years away in another galaxy. If only they would take note of you, talk to you, and discover how wonderful you are and what a romantic couple the two of you would make. "Twinkle, twinkle little star...I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight." You've even fantasized about saving their lives, haven't you? Yet, unable to develop a serendipitous situation where you are there at that very instant of their impending doom to save their ungrateful ass, it is hopeless. You don't want to make their nearly fatal accident too obvious nor do you want them or you to die in the process by a speeding car, a falling piano, a burning building or a fall. You wish. You dream. You scheme. God damn it! Never have they even answered any of your fan mail. "Help! Help!" You imagine them calling out to anyone within earshot and it is you who comes to their rescue. Only, instead of getting them in bed, receiving their undying love, and/or a marriage proposal, you get a tearful hug and/or a hearty handshake, along with a restraining order demanding that you stay away from them for the rest of your miserable life. "Thank you so much for saving my life. Goodbye." "Yeah, gees, you're welcome," you say gazing at their beautiful face and perfect body before staring at their amazing ass as they walk away. You think it and too late, you can't believe you are saying it and calling after them. "You know, a French kiss and allowing me to fondle your firm, round ass would go a long way in showing me your gratitude for saving your miserable life, asshole." If only you had not uttered that, maybe they would have not felt the need to take out that restraining order against you. Alas, if only you were in the tiny confines of a trapped elevator with them alone, maybe they would notice you then. "Help! I'm in the tiny confines of a trapped elevator alone. Can anyone hear me?" "I hear you," you say to them in disbelief that they did not even notice you standing there behind them in the tiny confines of a trapped elevator. "Where'd you come from?" "I was behind you," you say with a shocked look that they never even noticed you, "stuck with you in the same tiny confines of this trapped elevator." "Oh, sorry, I thought I was alone. I didn't notice you." See what I mean? To be continued... Somewhere Over The Rainbow... Ch. 05 Wishing and wishing upon a star Tired of mind control that doesn't work most times for most people, wishing and wishing upon a star? Don't fret because now science can create the perfect love formula to make your romantic dreams come true. Ah, if only there was such a thing as a witch's love spell or a wizard's love potion that would work on the person of your dreams. How easy would that be to finally get the one who you love? Sure, it's not fair that you tricked someone into falling in love with you like that, yet, what if there was such a thing? Would you suspend your ability of disbelief to believe that it would and that it could work to make the one you want love you? I would if I was in love enough and desperate enough for the love of my fantasy to love me. How about you? Would you try it? How much would you pay for such a witch's brew or wizard's talisman? Or are you of the mindset that you believe that witches and wizards exist as much as dragons and a free meal exist? There's no such thing, you say. Hogwash. Yet, love is blind, you know, and that is half the battle. If you don't believe in witches and wizards, do you believe that with the help of modern technology, you can bridge the gap of love with science? Or do you think it is all a ruse? And do you more believe in the lyrics of Diana Ross's song, You Can't Hurry Love? "You can't hurry love. No, you just have to wait. She said love don't come easy. It's a game of give and take. You can't hurry love. No, you just have to wait. You got to trust, give it time, no matter how long it takes." Shades of Frankenstein but better, for there are red hearts, sweet violins, and fragrant roses at the end of this monstrous undertaking. She loves me. She loves me not. Only there is a moral dilemma to winning the love of someone through science. Nonetheless, if Cryonics, cloning, stem cell research, test tube babies, facelifts, breast implants, steroids and human growth hormones don't bother you, then why should the science of love put you off? It is just programmed research to your benefit after all. Yes, I know, poor pitiful you, there is always someone to pee on your party, isn't there? There is always someone who will take the fun out of a free balloon, a free pen, and a wad of cash found in the snow attached only by the frozen hand of the elderly dead gentleman or lady who vowed to take it with him or her in death. What a dilemma? What would you do? Would you call the police or take the cash and leave? Yet, that's for another time in another story. "I don't think it right to fool with love and tamper with another's emotions," said Edna wearing her hair so tightly pulled back that it gave her a permanent strained smile. Her collar was so tightly closed around her neck to deny anyone a down blouse view of her prune like tits that you wished she would just choke and die. "I believe in fate, kismet, and if it was meant to happen, then it will happen," she said while adjusting the stick up her ass before heading home alone to eat ice cream and watch Gilligan Island reruns with her cat, Mr. Clean. What if I told you that by genetically altering the genes of a cat and a rat, we could make them live harmoniously with one another? Strange science, but most would believe that it is true because we have the scientific ability to do that today in the lab. Dr. Jeckyl can no longer hide Mr. Hyde. His existence is only a mind altering chemical cocktail away today. Those who have tried it, as a way to escape the drudgery and dreariness of life have not lived to see another day. Yet, we are humans, so much more than mere cats and rats. We are rational, thinking, superior beings who can feel and who can love. We deserve better than being the guinea pig of a mad scientific experiment that explores our emotions to the core and that can alter not only our ability to love but also who, when, and where we love. How dare we tamper with chance, fate, and kismet? Yet, c'mon, be honest, how many of you would pay good money for information, secret scientific studies, on how you can win that gal or guy you have been lusting and longing over? If you would willingly pay, how much would you pay to hand pick the one to love? Well, that depends on two things, your personal finances and how much you want that gal or guy. Do you think it possible to win someone's affection just by information? Skeptical? Maybe you would believe if suddenly, your pre-written and memorized responses not only captured their attention but also their heart. Shades of trickery and deception, but for a good cause, your eternal happiness and hopefully marital bliss may change how you think about science when making your romance and love matches instead of allowing it to chance, fate, and kismet. No longer do you have to hope that if it was meant to happen, it will happen because science will make it happen. Only, no one must know. We don't want someone else using science against you to make you love them, now do we? Egad, how awful would that be for your fated romantic inclination to be used against you? That would backfire on you and ruin everything, now wouldn't it? Although unproven, I wonder if one scientific study would cancel out the other scientific study when used against one another. Interesting. Or maybe, in a reversal of effects, it would be your perfect match, your soul mate. Now, that is something that I will have to research some at the computer lab tonight. But, in the meantime...by the way, although this is a guaranteed process, read the fine print. There are no refunds. Sorry. To be continued... Somewhere Over The Rainbow... Ch. 06 Wishing and wishing upon a star Tired of mind control that doesn't work most times for most people, wishing and wishing upon a star? Don't fret because now science can create the perfect love formula to make your romantic dreams come true. What if I told you that I designed a computer program and programmed a supercomputer that after having you respond with pertinent answers to probing questions that not only will you get that guy or gal in bed but also you may end up in happily wedded matrimony? Now, if that's not an oxymoron than I don't know what is, happily wedded matrimony. Okay, all of you who are happily wedded and who take offense at happily wedded matrimony being used as an example of an oxymoron; give your marriage a few more years with a few more kids and lots more bills and then get back to me. Yeah, I figured as much. By the way, I saw your husband at the strip club and he was getting more than his lap danced from Tiffany, if you know what I mean. Oh, and, by the way, your beloved wife...is a lesbian, you lucky bastard. She and her neighbor are closer friends than you ever imagined. If I were you, I'd set up a video camera in your bedroom and tape some of this stuff. Hey, think of the bright side, now, you can have that threesome you have always fantasized about. Only, is this your idea of marital bliss? It is if you are into the swinging lifestyle. Yet, that is another story for another time for the group sex category. Okay, back to my scientific studies. What I propose is not flimflam. What I am writing about here is science at its purest, the science of human nature, a topic that we have an abundant supply thanks to Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung, Alfred Alder, and Erik Erikson to name only a few of the most prominent behaviorists of the psychology of human nature and the human condition. I have spent my entire adult life, since the advent of the personal computer, researching this human science. It is a breakthrough I tell you and I wouldn't be surprised if I won the Nobel Prize...next year...or the year after. No, I am not drunk or crazy. That's right; you can stand me up beside Al Gore. You tell me, which would you prefer, reduced global warming or increased body warming? Yeah, I figured as much. You are not much different than me, transparent, horny, and lonely. If I told you that I could guarantee you results by you sending me one dollar, most of your would respond, even the skeptical ones. What do you have to lose, it's only a buck...and what if he is right? Hey, it's worth a dollar just to see him fail. Yet, what if I told you that it would cost one hundred dollars or a thousand dollars or ten thousand dollars or even one hundred thousand dollars for you to have the one you want, then that would put you off enough for you not to invest that sum of money for a chance at sex, romance, and love with your fantasy lover, now wouldn't it? It is okay for me to mark it with a price, I invented the Wish Upon A Star Love, Romance, and Sex Program, after all, but how dare you put a price on love, romance, and sex? We only have one life to live. Why not live it with the one you want? Listen, do I look like a pimp to you? This is not prostitution and I am not a pimp. I am a respected scientist, a human behaviorist, and a student of humanism. Yes, I know, if it sounds too good to be true, but trust me. Have I ever lied to you? Okay, well that was just in one of my stories. Never mind. Yet, seriously, do you think that I would sit here and waste my time creating a computer program, the Wish Upon A Star Love, Romance, and Sex Program that guarantees you winning the affection of that hottie for a measly one hundred or one thousand dollars or ten thousand dollars or even one hundred thousand dollars? No way. Sorry, pal or gal, but this is a program affordable only to the wealthy or, at least, someone who can afford to pay me one million dollars for my services and for that kind of specialized information which will deliver you lifelong happiness. That's right. To gain the key to unlock the heart of your beloved will cost you one million American dollars in cash and in small, unmarked bills. I dare write, it is only those who can envision the value of such a scientific dream union that I want as my customers. Why is that, you ask? Good question. Because once you are my customer, you will never return. No, not because the information was bad, but because you are now blissfully happy with your dream person and have no reason to look for another unless, of course, he or she dies, till death do you part. Is my information, to have the love of your life, worth one million dollars? For those who can afford such a monetary outlay, it would be worth it to those who would not otherwise have a chance to be with the one they love from afar. There are those who would do whatever it takes to scrap together the money on the chance that what I peddle is real. Then, there are those who would just walk away without a thought of regret happy with the thoughts that they just saved themselves one million dollars for an empty promise. Yet, this story is not about you or about me. It is about Marvin Jones, a man who trusted me enough and who believed in my software program enough to place one million dollars in small, unmarked bills in a large suitcase for the information that I presented him to win the love of the woman of his dreams, Andrea Del Carmen. To be continued...