4 comments/ 15257 views/ 10 favorites The Night Weaver Pt. 01 By: Joy_Fuel This is my first foray into writing for the public at large. I'm terribly nervous about how it will be received but I believe it's rather good. I would love to hear your feedback so please leave a comment or rating after you're done. The best way to get me to write more...is to tell me to write more in a comment. All characters that engage in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older. Taking what I write as personal life advice is a do it at your own peril kind of thing. As always, the best advice for relationships is to talk with your significant other. ******** The attractive, if a bit old, couple glanced at each other nervously on the couch. It's amazing how much a long term couple can communicate in just a glance. "That's an odd request, but whatever." The woman had said in the glance. The man had responded, "I agree but it seems harmless." The man shrugged and held out his left hand to his wife. The gold ring on his finger was faded from its original luster and stuck in place. In more ways than one, the ring represented their marriage. The woman smiled for the first time that day and entwined her hand in his. They both turned to the man they had come to see, sitting at a desk in front of them. The office they were in wasn't anything remarkable on the surface. There was a plush black leather couch for guests where the couple was now seated. Across from the couch and in the center of the room towards the back wall was an imposing mahogany desk. Behind the desk there was a wide window that let in the harsh California sun. To the side was an area sectioned off with privacy screens. Along the walls were book cases and end tables with various Zen gardens or calming knickknacks placed on top like those steel balls that bounce back and forth. Potted small trees, ferns and ivy plants were also placed along the walls and on top of the various cabinets and tables. The walls themselves were adorned with various pieces of artwork ranging from the abstract to the realist. The room screamed Zen. The decor was meant to calm and relax as well as to open up the minds of people who entered. There was enough to look at as to be distracting while you tried to process thoughts and emotions. It looked and felt like any therapists office. The sign out front even said "The Last Straw, Life and Couple's Counseling". It wasn't a big sign. In fact, it wasn't even a sign if you didn't count white stenciling on the glass door that led to the office as a sign. Despite the office being in the middle of a retail complex with a dozen different businesses, none of whom you would recognize without having been there before, the therapist inside was the most revered of any in a fifty mile radius. He didn't advertise nor did he promote his business in any way whatsoever. He just wanted to help people. Apparently those whom he had helped agreed and spread the word. His small practice was booked solid for the next six months. The therapist in question, James Howell, steepled his fingers as he watched the couple on his couch. He carefully studied the man who had introduced himself as Anthony Kevin. He was probably in his early forties and didn't try to hide that fact. He was white with moderately tanned skin, tall, nearly six foot, fit and carried the stomach paunch all men are forced to deal with eventually. He still had all of his black hair though it was graying at the sides considerably. His eyes were wide set and gray with the beginnings of crow's feet along the edges. He styled his hair simply and short without an obvious part. He was clean shaven and wore a sharp business casual polo shirt and dress slacks. He had a strong brow and chin that complemented his larger than normal nose well. He had an easy smile and his wife would say he had an incredible ass, firm and muscular. If she ever managed to give a compliment, that is. James turned his gaze to the woman, Cynthia Kevin. She seemed to be in her mid-thirties but she obviously took good care of herself so it could mean she was anywhere from thirty to fifty. She was a good deal shorter than her husband, around five foot four inches. She was also white and slim. Her body was well toned all around and even if you looked you couldn't find a spare pound of fat on her. She should know, she scoured herself in her full body mirror every morning looking for some. She had brown hair originally but it was dyed blonde in streaks out from the roots that blended well and turned to soft alternating beige's and gold's. Her face was cute, angular and sharp with high cheek bones that complimented her bright blue eyes and radiant smile. She was wearing make-up but it was so subtle you wouldn't even know it was there. It brought out her eyelashes, high cheek bones and smoothed out her blemishes. It was perfectly done. She was wearing a white silk sleeveless blouse with a brown sweater shawl wrap on her shoulders and to her side. Neither did anything to hide her above average low D cup breasts. Her tan slacks hugged her hips and showed off her nicely proportioned straight body type where her waist was only slightly smaller than her hips. Both men in the room would agree her butt was soft, not overly large, but definitely nice. A full five minutes passed with James simply staring at the married couple. Neither one seemed to mind. Both had gotten lost in James's soft aqua colored eyes. James was a man who everyone described one way, attractive. He has soft brown hair he had let grow out enough to give drill sergeants migraines but not enough to be considered a hippy. His hair flowed in gentle waves and gave off that tousled look so emulated by everyone. It really wasn't due to any effort on James's part. He just woke up and put a comb through his hair once or twice and he came out looking like a model. He was oblivious to how jealous that made others. He had a face perfectly proportioned with still having a strong jaw, wide cheek bones and a gentle, welcoming and soft face. He could charm the boots off of a homeless man with a smile and easy assurances or the panties off a grown mother of two with just a wink. He was tall, a bit over six feet with broad, muscular shoulders and chest. He was fit and in shape not because he wanted to be, but because he felt he had to be and thus exercised religiously. He had thick, strong and muscular hamstrings and calves from biking, running and hiking. His ass was the kind of artwork where gay men and straight women would bite their hands trying to keep from crying out at the glory they witnessed. James was also only twenty six, younger than most of the people he counseled. Anthony snapped out of his daze and scowled angrily at James, "This seems like an awful waste of our time and money. We've paid five thousand dollars to have you just stare at us holding hands." James sighed in response. People always bitched about the money. "I charge that much because I only have one session per couple. That's all I need if they do what I say. I do it so that people that come here are serious in their desire to fix their problems," James explained in a slightly gravelly, medium deep voice. It was the kind of voice that gave the impression of masculine purring or a motorcycle idling gently. James spun his chair to look out the window behind him. Nothing but hot asphalt and concrete as far as the eye could see. At least the sky was still piercingly blue. After a moment he spun back and continued, "You're here because the Morrison's recommended you. Not because they recommended me. They feel that I can save your marriage. I think that's bullshit." Cynthia gasped and paled a bit before James could continue. "You two, however, can indeed save your marriage. If you do as I tell you to do. You're here because you're both unhappy with where your relationship is, correct?" Anthony and Cynthia both gave each other another significant glance. Cynthia responded for both of them, "Yes. The Morrison's are so happy after seeing you. We want that desperately for us as well. They're almost like newlyweds again." For whatever reason, that caused Cynthia to blush a bright pink. It looked adorable. James smiled at them. "Good. Over there to your right behind the screens is a bed. For the next half hour I would like you two to make love on it. You don't have to go at it the whole time; just intimate contact is all I need." Anthony and Cynthia's jaws dropped open in shock. Thoughts quickly flitted through both of their minds and their mouths tried to form words. Cynthia's blush deepened. Anthony's jaw closed and set in anger. "I will not pay you to watch us have sex!" He burst out in rage. His voice had dropped several octaves, his face reddened and the veins in his neck started to bulge. James tilted his head sideways and asked in a small, meek voice, "Do you believe in people having souls?" The question set Anthony back. His brow furrowed and his skin faded back to a normal hue as he pondered the question. Cynthia recovered faster and spoke up for both of them, "Yes. We're a good Christian family. We believe in souls, heaven and God." She nodded happily after relating this news. They were back on comfortable ground for her. "So do I," James responded. He lit into them with most charming smile he could. Used car salesmen wished they had even half the power of that smile. "I'm not going to watch you have sex. I'm going to go into my break room and drink some tea while I wait. What makes me so unique, and the reason you're seeing a guy for relationship advice whose longest relationship lasted six weeks, is I have a talent. I can see souls. The inner light, morals and qualities that make up people's character, I can see it as if it had physical form. I don't have to get to know anyone to know what they're like. I ask the couples who see me to make love so I can watch their souls intertwine. During sex our souls merge, dance and frolic. They communicate a million things that can never be said in a symphony so graceful and powerful it brings tears to your eyes. I can see your souls through the walls while you make love. Before you panic, it's more like watching a light show at a rave than anything pornographic." James paused, waiting for the strong reaction that usually came after his revelation. They usually didn't believe him but were desperate enough to try anything. Sometimes they threw things. Instead of fuming, demanding their money back, calling James a liar and a lunatic or anything else he had seen dozens of times, Cynthia stood up and pulled on Anthony's hand. "Ok, we'll do it." Anthony's eyebrows rose in surprise as he let Cynthia pull him to his feet. She giggled at his face and pulled him towards the privacy screens. His smile rose nearly as quickly as his penis. James chuckled softly and walked out of the room into a small kitchen with a table and two more doors besides the one he had entered from. One door led to the secretary's office next to reception and the other lead to the back exit of the office. A glass of iced tea sat on the table waiting for him, its condensation promising cool and relaxing refreshment. James took a sip and watched as the two souls in the other room started to swirl in excitement. The human soul is quite complicated. It doesn't stay in one place like the rest of the body. It flies upwards and downwards, travels in and outside the body, expands and contracts. It can shrink to near nothingness if someone is depressed or it can expand to fill entire ballrooms when happy. Emotions and feelings change the soul into different shapes, sizes and colors. Mostly people see these changes through body language, small ticks, vocal cues or even outright verbal messages. Others, like James, can see souls as if they had a physical manifestation. Some called it opening the third eye, others called it reading people and some called it basic empathy. James liked to call it being able to see the tapestry of life. He saw the strings, chains, ties and connections that bound everyone together or forced them apart. He saw what people were likely feeling at that moment based solely on the shape and coloring of their souls. Anthony and Cynthia's souls started to entwine, merge and contract into their two bodies turning into a quick kaleidoscope of colors as they became excited. James smiled to himself as he watched the most beautiful act in the world begin to coalesce in the next room. A lifetime of love between two people pranced and sang in a language unheard or unseen. It was only experienced. Behind the privacy screens lay a king sized bed with dark gray linens, black pillows and sheets with the biggest thread count money could buy. It was like your body was being caressed by the fur of kittens every time the sheets brushed your skin. There were two oak chests of drawers to the side of the bed with an embossed card on top with the simple words 'Try Me' written on them. There were also a couple of wooden chairs like you see in waiting rooms , a couple end tables and a closet with hangers and a couple of drawers for easy temporary storage of clothes. The couple looked around with avid interest at the room. It seemed perfect for the purpose. There were even candles and incense waiting to be lit on the various surfaces. Cynthia giggled and walked over to the chest of drawers which had the lighter laid out on the table and began lighting the candles and incense. Meanwhile Anthony went back into the main office to double check that James had indeed left and nobody else was in the room. After confirming that they were alone, Anthony walked back behind the screens to discover that Cynthia had opened the drawers underneath the 'Try Me' placards. Inside the drawers were dildos, vibrators, lotions, massage oils, condoms of all different types, perfumes, fur handcuffs and a multitude of other toys for the more adventurous. Cynthia had turned red looking at all the various things. "Oh my God I didn't think James was the type to be into this kind of stuff," Cynthia murmured as she rifled through the drawers. Anthony laughed. "Honey, I don't think these are for his personal use. He said he has couples come in here right? They're probably for the couples he counsels. I think they're advice about keeping the sex in a relationship interesting." "You told me our sex was fine!" She responded hotly. Anthony sighed. "Honey, I didn't say our sex was bad. I said the toys were probably to encourage experimentation. There's nothing wrong with trying something new." "I bet that slut Lara at your office is into something new isn't she?!" Cynthia accused. James sighed in the break room. He gathered his will and reached out with an icy blue tendril of light. It traveled through the wall and across the room in moments as if nothing was in the way. He latched it onto Cynthia's now fire red soul and leeched away her anger in moments. Her soul quickly calmed down into the mild pink of arousal it had been before. "I'm sorry," Cynthia apologized before Anthony could gather a response, "I know you would never cheat on me. I don't know where that anger came from. I'm just scared of trying some of this stuff." She picked up a short whip out of the drawer. "This looks like it would really hurt." Anthony sat down on the bed next to her and reached his arm out to gather her into a half hug. "We don't have to try any of that. I like our sex just fine. I love you, nobody else. I don't think I could love anyone as much as I still love you today, even twelve years into our marriage." Tears started to form in Cynthia's eyes and she put the whip back in the drawer and put both of her arms around her husband and squeezed him tight. She put her face in his chest. She took a deep breath and smelled her husband. He smelled like love and comfort, same as he always had. Anthony lifted her chin with his free hand and kissed her. It was just as soft and welcoming as their first. Their first kiss had been in much the same positions they were in now some fifteen years ago. Both their hearts still fluttered and raced in the familiar kiss. The pink arousal spiked in both their souls which were now surrounded in a golden halo of love. The kiss went on for an eternity in their minds but quickly escalated into a desperate need. They began to strip each other as fast as possible. The shawl and polo shirt quickly disappeared in a frenzy of rapid jerks as they smacked against the headboard. Their mouths quested to taste the others tonsils like they were teenagers again. With practiced ease they both disrobed the other without getting in each other's way. In moments Cynthia was arching her back as her husband pulled her panties down her legs, gently kissing her thighs and the inside of her knees as he pulled them off. She squealed in delight. He kicked off his boxers and knelt on the bed above his wife with his cock standing out straight and proud. Cynthia spread her legs to show off her excited and wet lips to the man she had devoted her life to loving. Her moderate breasts heaved as she panted in excitement. Anthony lifted her left leg to his mouth as he explored her familiar skin with his mouth and hands, teasing her lightly as he knew she loved. She moaned in excitement with a hint of frustration. "No teasing this time, I need it now," she moaned out. Anthony grinned in delight and put her leg down and then scooted further up the bed. He spread Cynthia's legs apart and brought his turgid shaft to the outside of her weeping lips. He lightly brushed his penis up and down the outside of her lips to tease and excite her. When his cock tip brushed against her clitoral hood he pushed hard and ran the entire length along its excited little nub. She gasped. He then backed away and grabbed her other leg and began to tease her instep and calves with soft caresses and softer kisses. He looked up to his wife's eyes and grinned. She stared back with an intense hunger. Her soul spiked to a fluorescent pink and writhed around her husband's soul, desperately seeking the familiar merge it knew was about to occur. Cynthia had had enough teasing and forced her legs under her and away from her husband's evil touch. She pushed him over on his back and mounted him immediately; moaning in delight as his shaft once again filled her aching hole of need. "Yes!" She growled out. Quick, rapid thrusting of her hips followed as she tried to grind her favorite penis into a nub. Her breasts and hair bounced with a rapid cadence as she increased the pace of her thrusting up and down. Sweat started to form on her brow and she threw her head back and started to moan louder and louder in ecstasy. Their two souls waltzed together into a rapid merging of colors. Maroon spikes combined with fluorescent pink swirls flared off of their union. Her shocked husband lay under her in bliss as his wife furiously pounded on his penis. It wasn't long before he began to thrust up into his wife after she lifted for another stroke, trying to meet her sporadic and intense pace. He lifted himself up so he could grab her enticing breasts. Despite the small amount of sag he loved nothing more than staring at his wife's breasts. He took her right one into his mouth and sucked hard while swirling his tongue around the large nipple. With the frenzy his wife was going at this was quite a feat. Cynthia grabbed the back of his head and forced him even harder into her breast. He sucked like she was still nursing and they both loved every second of it. Their rapid fire thrusting evened out as the initial adrenaline wore off and they started to coast into a normal escalation of pleasure. Anthony moved away from her breast and started to kiss her neck and the hollow behind her ear just like how she loved. She bit her lip enticingly and shifted her weight forward and changed the thrusting from up and down to forward and back so her husband wouldn't go anywhere. He lightly flicked his tongue along her jaw line, down her neck and back up to her ear. He nibbled the lobe softly and whispered into her ear, "You are the hottest fuck ever baby." The Night Weaver Pt. 01 It was the perfect thing to say and when he bit her ear after that her eyes rolled back into her head and she screamed. Her thrusts became short and rapid, frantic and needy as her pussy clutched her husband's penis rapidly with intense force, demanding it give its life giving semen up immediately into its depths. Her orgasm rocked her to her very core as it gave wave after wave of intense bliss. She lost track of where she was or even who she was as lightning arced from her clit to her brain and back again through her spine. Her pussy clenched so hard Anthony had no chance of holding off any longer and shot off inside her hard as pulse after pulse of cum entered its home. They clutched each other as they gently returned from the short trip to nirvana they had brought each other too. Their souls were merged so thoroughly you couldn't tell one from the other. They stared deeply into each other's eyes communicating a love and commitment so deep a lifetime of poetry and allegories couldn't explain it. There was also pain, misunderstanding and suspicion. Love is complex like that. They both fell into a tired heap onto the bed, still connected but rapidly coming back to earth. Cynthia curled into her husband's chest as they cuddled softly; occasionally brushing their hands back and forth on the others back. It wasn't a minute before Anthony was looking impatiently at his watch that was still on. "I think that's enough for what the counselor wanted right? We should get dressed and get the rest of this over with." Anthony commented. "He said thirty minutes. It hasn't been thirty minutes yet." She smiled suggestively and continued, "We could try something in one of those drawers. I saw some lotion that said long lasting love guaranteed." "Oh I've tried that stuff; it numbs you so you can't feel anything at all." Cynthia frowned and sighed, looking up into her husband's eyes with silent pleading. He slapped her butt and smiled. "C'mon, any more of counseling like that and I'll pay him whatever he wants." Anthony's soul curled back into itself in rapid order, turning a satisfied green. Cynthia's chased it wistfully, attempting to stay together with red tones and swirls of pink even brighter than before. Anthony turned and hopped out of the bed to gather his clothes. Cynthia frowned some more and looked around to see some conveniently placed tissues on a nightstand and cleaned herself up. Her husband was already dressed by the time she was finished and started handing her the clothes that had been launched around the room. She was silent the entire time as they made themselves presentable again. After a quick check to make sure everything was in place the two now perfectly clothed couple walked back to the other exit James had used earlier that led to the break room where he currently sat. Anthony knocked softly and James hopped up to open the door. "C'mon in, have a seat. Can I get either of you something to drink? Tea, soda, coffee?" James waved his arm in welcome to the break room's small circular table with several plastic chairs. It was as standard a break room as there could be with a small sink, dishwasher and fridge along with the pale gray faux countertops. The couple gave each other another significant glance. Anthony chuckled, "I'll take a beer if you have one." He missed the dagger his wife shot at him through her eyes. "No beer here. It is a place of work after all, even though it doesn't seem it." James opened the fridge and pulled out two bottled waters and handed them to the couple. Cynthia thanked him and started to drink some while Anthony ignored his. "So, need us to do a dance now? Maybe a pagan ritual? Make a sacrifice to some dark gods now?" Anthony said in exasperation. James just stared at Anthony without answering him. Twenty seconds went by before Cynthia smacked him in the chest with the back of her hand. He turned to her and saw the scolding in her eyes. He turned back to James. "Sorry. I just find this whole thing to be a bit out there, you have to admit. This isn't what I expected when Cynthia convinced me to do some counseling." James smiled again and the weight of the room lifted and both were put to ease once again. "That's alright. I've certainly had worse reactions. So the good news is you both love each other deeply and neither of you have ever cheated." Both heads snapped back in shock. "How could you know that?" Cynthia asked. "Magic. The magic of observation. Cheaters have tells that neither of you gave off. The problem with your marriage is its age. Not that it's a problem. It isn't expired if that's what you're thinking. What happens with a relationship as long as yours is both parties forget that it requires constant maintenance. You've been together so long you take the other for granted. Life gets in the way. Your job and your kids come first. Then you as individuals come next to stay sane. Your relationship comes last. That's not how it started, that's not how it has been. It just gradually takes less and less precedence until you forget to care for it at all. Anthony, you've neglected to seduce your wife. It doesn't matter that she said yes to marrying you. It doesn't matter that you've been together countless times. You still need to remember that she needs to feel special, unique and loved. You've stopped seducing her. It's not something we men can get away with. If we stop, someone else will start and she'll be torn. Eventually she'll remember that she deserves better than us and will leave. You have to keep convincing her she'll be treated the best by you, by showing her. You need to seduce her again and again." James turned to face Cynthia, "Cynthia, you've forgotten to communicate. I see how you're trying to give your husband the messages. The looks, the attitude and the body language, all of your nonverbal communication doesn't mean squat. You've known your husband how long? You know that doesn't work but you keep trying to get your husband to read your mind. I don't care that you think he should know what you want at this point, he will never be able to read your mind. You have to tell him what you're thinking if you want him to understand. Think back to every time he's actually listened to you since you've gotten here. You either told him directly or hit him into compliance. Both of those things men can understand. Your husband doesn't understand hints. I don't understand hints. Tell your husband directly and bluntly what you're thinking. Don't imply it or stew silently like you have been." James leaned back into the plastic chair and cupped his hands around his drink. The couple looked at each other with timid eyes and embarrassed faces. James smiled for real. They were already on the road to recovery. "I need you to do three things to save your marriage." James continued on once he had gained their attention again. "The first is to realize that Anthony wants more sex and Cynthia wants more intimacy." James raised his hand to forestall the objection he knew was coming. "No, they are not the same thing Anthony. She wants to cuddle on the couch, hold hands while you go for a walk, to hug and wash each other in the shower just like you used to. That is intimacy. I want you both to combine the two. Cynthia, if he's properly intimate I want you to have sex with him. Anthony if she has sex with you I want you to be intimate with her. At least ten minutes of holding her close. Right after you were done having sex here you wanted to move on and do something else. You felt impatient and antsy. Cynthia wanted to cuddle and maybe go for round two but you ignored her." Anthony turned red and turned to his wife with a silent question on his face. She nodded and turned a bit red herself. "So that's the first thing I want you to do," James continued. "The second is I want you two to set time aside at least twice a week for dates. No electronics during that time. You can have your kids with you but I want you to find some alone time for each other. Don't' feel pressured to have sex at these times. In fact, it's probably better if you didn't. Just talk with each other. Work on your relationship during this time. These two times a week you put your relationship first. Also I want you two to have breakfast with each other every day. Again, no electronics in the morning. I don't care if one of you has to get up at the crack of dawn or if the other wants to sleep in late. You begin the day together, as a team." James looked back and forth between the two. They seemed to be processing the information. "And the last thing?" asked Cynthia. "I never want to see you two again because I'm just going to tell you to do those two things again." James chuckled and stood up. "Go see Amy about your receipt. She'll hand you a transcript of what I just told you in case you forget." "How would she know if you just told us?" Anthony asked. "She's been listening at the door to her office this whole time." A loud clunk sounded behind the door to the receiving office as a chair fell over in surprise. "Sorry!" a strangled cry from behind the door cried out. "Just give them the brochures I mentioned you little bunny," James replied. Cynthia raised an eyebrow, "Little bunny?" James smirked and replied, "Always with her ears cocked and flopping about trying to listen to everything." They both chuckled and stood up to stand with James. Anthony reached out his hand to shake. "This has been weird, but educational. That's probably the most expensive piece of advice I've ever gotten so I better had follow it huh?" Anthony chuckled softly to himself. James took the hand and shook it. He released and turned to Cynthia, reaching down and giving her a hug. With his head next to her ear he whispered "Tell him about that thing you want to try. He'll like it." Cynthia blushed all the way from the top of her face to her heart. Her mouth pinched shut in embarrassment. Anthony raised an eyebrow at her. "What did he say to you?" he asked. James smiled at him. "She'll tell you later. You'll need to go back into my office and through the door you came through to get to reception again. Thank you both for caring enough about your marriage to come see me. Remember, effort and time together is everything you need you love each other more than you ever have and it was my joy to see it in action." The couple nodded and walked out of the office. James watched them go and as they were in reception he concentrated and focused on the connection between Anthony and Cynthia. An ethereal gold chain linked the two heart to heart. It was faded from long existence but strong and thick. There were some rust stains and splotches covering the chain and some of the links had stuck together. Forming his will, James lifted his arm and a white tendril of light reached out and again slipped through the walls, a painting and the air between like it wasn't there. The tendril latched lightly onto the chain. The white glow of the tendril quickly spread across the chain and James concentrated and clenched his hand into a fist. The white light flared along the chain for several seconds until the rust and splotches began to fall off. The stuck links separated in a series of rapid inaudible crunches. James put his other arm up and a second tendril of white luminescence sprang out and connected to one of the sources of the golden chain at Cynthia's heart. The first tendril moved over to Anthony's heart and latched onto that end. James's face contorted in concentration as he began to pull and lengthen the chain of love that connected the two. Quickly it extended out to opposite sides and James then pulled each loose end together to form a second chain along with the first. With a snap of bright golden light the extended chains linked together again to form a circle of love between each of their hearts. James released and retracted his two tendrils and watch as the souls of the couple began to branch out and feel the new connection. The newly formed two way connection began to be pulled at by both their hearts, causing the chain to flow gently between them. With a triumphant smile James sent them off to their new life. After getting their receipt, Anthony and Cynthia walked back to their car, arm and arm seeing nothing in the world but each other's eyes. James poked his head into his Secretaries office after the Kevin's had left. "So Amy, who is next?" James asked his secretary, Amy. She had turned in her office chair to the opening of the door behind her. Her lustrous and straight shoulder length brown hair did nothing to hide neither the light of her smile nor the brightness of her hazel eyes. She was one of those sickening people that were always happy and somehow made everyone else around them happy too. Her small stature and soft feminine curves certainly helped. She was the type of person you could barely resist giving hugs too. "The Velasquez's. I'll send them in when they get here. Sorry about eavesdropping." She pouted at James. Puppies wish they could pull off a pout that good. "You always listen in and I always forgive you. You know that, no need to sick the pout that makes men weep upon me," James smirked in reply. Amy grinned and shooed James towards his office, turning to pretend to do her work but inevitably open up her social media tab. James rolled his eyes and walked back into his office. He spent the next ten minutes changing the sheets on his office bed and spraying lots and lots of disinfectant. Just as James was sitting down at his desk, the door to his waiting room opened and a Hispanic couple walked in. James quickly shot back up and brought his arm up to indicate his plush couch. "Thank you for coming, please have a seat on the couch. Don't say anything and let me get a look at you both." James smoothly intimated. The two didn't even think to do anything else and sat right down next to each other. James stared intently at the two, taking in their every feature. The man was tanned, with spiky black hair and a smooth face, well shaven. He was slight of build but tall and wore a midnight blue silk button down shirt tucked into two hundred dollar black slacks. His shoes were black and probably cost more than a new phone. His back was straight and his gaze smooth and steady. He oozed confidence and could indicate that he knew he was sexy in a single glance. The woman was all curves, sensual, inviting and demanding all in one go. Large breasts flared into a small waist into sensuous hips. She had the figure of a pinup that made most women angry that they had that to compete against that. Her silky black hair curled down past her shoulders to reach her conservative brown dress that ended at her knees and showed hints of cleavage at the top. A wide black leather belt combined with the black buttons of her dress and dark brown leather calf length boots with three inch heels completed the ensemble. She wore the perfect amount of make up to highlight her sharp cheekbones and devastatingly brown eyes. She was the kind of woman who men went full on Goofy around. She didn't even know people charged for drinks. James took them both in slowly. After a minute he moved his foot to one of his pedals underneath his desk. Two front panels towards the couch opened up and two double barreled shotguns could be seen behind the now opened panels. He put his hand around the grip underneath the desk that would trigger both barrels. "You two are not a couple." James pointed the man with his hand not occupied, "You are married, but not to her. You're cheating on your wife with at least two other women right now and you love your dog more than all of them." He shifted his finger to the woman, "And you are a lesbian who has never been in love. I'm going to give you exactly one minute to explain while you're really here before I pull this trigger and kill you both." Sweat beaded on both of their foreheads as they both looked at each other. James tightened his grip on the trigger.