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A Year to Hell, by Arrwyn
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A Year to Hell

A Year to Hell
By Arrwyn Cliona Odhalt

Iantha MacDonald got out of the bus and trudged to her dingy apartment. The Hernandez children were screaming, as usual, Mr. Criterion was pounding on the floor for them to shut up, as usual, Kevin Brant was blaring his music, as usual; Mrs. Peebles was peaking out her door at whoever was coming up the stairs, as usual. Iantha flipped her the bird this time. It was what she usually did on Wednesday. Old man Gregory, across the hall from Iantha, was just putting his garbage outside his door, as usual, when she hit the landing.
"Ev'nin' Antha. he murmured.
"Ev'nin' Mr. Gregory. You went down for your mail today, didn't you? she asked as she fished her key out of her purse.
"No. Tax man was here today, he brought it up for me."
"Mr. Gregory, you know you need to climb the stairs every day. That's why I mail you a card every day."
"I'll go get my own milk tomorrow. That's climbing all the way to the street and across, O.K? the feeble old man pleaded with her, with his beguiling smile.
Iantha had to smile. "Good evening to you, Mr. Gregory. she said as she opened her door and let herself in.
It was dark, it was almost quiet, and it was a place where, as long as the light stayed off, she could pretend she had no responsibilities. Then Alvin found her and started meowing around her legs.
"Fine! she hissed and turned on the light, then murmured, "Useless hairball. as she made her way to the kitchen to feed the cat that had adopted her.
The kitchen was neat as a pin. There was one place mat on the wooden table; there was one rinsed cup, bowl and spoon in the drain board. The cat's dinner plate was on its mat on the floor next to the garbage can, empty but not cleans.
"You're a pig, Alvin. I don't know why I let you bully me into feeding you wet food. she commented to the cat that was still snaking around her ankles and purring loudly.
She opened a can of cat meat and picked up the plate. She washed it with soapy water and rinsed it several times, then dried it on a tea towel before she put the can of meat on the center of the plate and used her breakfast spoon to break it up into smaller pieces before returning the plate to the floor where the cat curled his tail around his hind legs and began to nibble with concentration. She rinsed out the can and put it in a container for recyclables, washed the spoon with soap and water and rinsed it then put it back in the drain board.
Iantha looked into the freezer. There was an array of frozen dinners and some frozen pasta. She shut it again and left the kitchen to go to the very neatly made bed that was a little rumpled in the middle. She kicked her shoes under the edge of the bed, slipped her belt out of her skirt and dropped, inelegantly, on the bed, face up, and let the tears roll down her face into her ears.
"I just wish there was some reason I keep going on. she whispered out loud. She lay there feeling nothing. She wasn't particularly tired, but she had no energy. She wasn't especially depressed, but she was joyless. She wasn't angry with anyone or anything, but she was totally discontent with her life. Everything in her life struck her as the same ugly, no emotion, shade of beige. Iantha hated beige. She didn't like the color, she didn't like the feeling, and she didn't like having a beige life.
"Even death would be a change from this rampant boredom I feel. she told the universe, certain no one or nothing was listening.
She was certain there wasn't any force in the universe that cared a twit about her. She "knew" there wasn't a god or devil in the entire pantheon that could stand to touch her. Even death was a stranger in this studio apartment.
"I don't have a life, all I have is responsibilities. My job, Mr. Gregory, the landlady, that stupid cat, just responsibilities that give me no joy. Nothing gives me joy. I live in a beige, joyless world. she sighed to herself.
"I wish, just once, that something would make me feel ... anything. she finished on the end of a deep sigh and turned her head toward the window with its view of more colorless tenements like the one in which she lived.
Suddenly there was a blindingly bright light at the window; it seemed, actually, to be inside her room. Iantha covered her eyes until the radiance died. Then she dared to look.
Standing just inside her windows was a figure. It was very tall, almost seven feet but other than that, she couldn't tell anything about it.
"What the hell is that? she murmured and rolled off the bed to stand and get a better look.
"Hell, indeed. the figure spoke.
It was the most thrilling voice Iantha had ever heard. It was deep and sonorous but soft as a kitten's purr. It sent a thrill through her whole body.
"Who are you? How'd you get into my apartment?"
"I will answer the second question first, Iantha MacDonald. I came in through the glass of the window because you wished me to come."
"I didn't ask you to come. And how can you get through the glass without breaking it? she asked walking a little closer.
"I will now answer your first question which should, also, answer your third question. ... I ... am an angel."
"Yeah ... right ... got Santa Claus in your pocket? Iantha took a hard stance and crossed her arms over her chest.
The figure did not answer with words, this time. Slowly material rustled and an expanse of wings filled the wall revealing the being standing at the apex of those wings.
Iantha fell to her knees, dumbstruck. The face was the most exquisite features, a perfect, beautiful, conglomeration of all five of the main races. The figure was without any attire of any kind, it had been concealed in the fabric of its wings. There was a pair of pert, perfectly proportioned breasts high on the chest, a rather straight waist and male genitals perfectly proportioned to the rest of the build, which was angular and athletic. It stood balanced on the balls of both perfect human feet and the hands, long and graceful, hung placidly at its sides. Iantha couldn't take her eyes from the splendor of this beast, but she was vaguely aware that in its perfection, the angel was as black as a piece of obsidian.
"You, mortal, may call me, Kobneil."
When it spoke again, Iantha felt some sense of rationality return to her.
"You ... you said I ... wished for you to come to me. When?"
"A few moments ago, you said 'I wish, just once, that something would make me feel ... anything."
"You are so very black, am I wrong in assuming you are a fallen angel?"
"The coloring is as much an illusion for your benefit as is the very appearance. Yes, you are wrong in assuming ... he left a long pause surrounding that one word, "that I am entirely anything physical."
"I think I do understand that, but why are you black instead of white or even more human looking?"
"Angels have some free will; I choose to appear to you in this form."
Iantha rose to her feet again and rubbed her head in a weary gesture.
"O.K., the freak show is over. I get the point, now go away. So there are angels. If there are angels then there must be a god. Who doesn't care spit about me anyway so just fly back to heaven or hell or wherever you came from. she sneered and fell back on her bed.
Kobneil folded its wings over its body and they slowly seemed to sink into its form, when the illusion clarified itself again, he was a very tall, muscular, normally black, man wearing a black tee shirt and black jeans with soft black shoes on his feet. He approached Iantha again.
"I can not leave until you have used the ten wishes you are to be granted. For now, consider me a genie at your disposal."
"Yeah, I know something about genii. she told him rolling onto her back again and being startled by the appearance of the man in her room.
"Genii grant wishes then take your soul. Well, I figure it's not fair to take your wishes because you won't get anything in return. I don't have a soul. It shriveled up and died ten years ago when my mother died."
"The prayers of humans can not stop death, only help the dying to accept their time to transform and comfort themselves. You denied yourself the comfort that was available to you then by wishing to stop the inevitable."
"Inevitable? It was 'inevitable' that my mother die of a virus that ate her skin away until it ate a hole through her heart? What the fuck kind of god allows people to die in that kind of pain? If that's the only god there is, then I don't want to know him! Iantha screamed at the angel and turned into her pillow with bitter grief.
Kobneil kneeled on the bed and touched Iantha's head with tenderness. Suddenly the crushing grief she had felt for years just washed away in a slow rain of peace. She lay quietly, catching her breath, his hand still, softly, on her hair. Slowly she turned over to face him.
"I didn't wish for that."
"No. It is a freely given gift."
"Will it remain so even if I make wishes?"
"That which I offer freely is yours always. This grief was for a parent taken from you before you were ready to let her go. This peace is for that grief and will remain yours forever. What grief, else, you may cause yourself will have to find its own peace."
"You talk funny."
"It has been many eons since I have been sent to humanity."
"Then why have they sent you to me, specifically."
"It was ... my turn, to answer wishes."
"Yeah ... whatever ... well, you answered my wish. I feel. Now go away. I ... I don't want to feel anything ... I don't want anything from life."
"Do you desire death?"
"What difference does it make? I'm already dead, I just keep breathing."
"There is nothing from living that you desire? Fame, fortune, love, respect?"
"Yeah, well, I suppose it would be a little more comfortable if my stupid job was worth anything."
"Make a wish. You have ten. Wish for ... employment that you will enjoy and that has a positive impact on your ... environment."
"And if I do make this wish, how will it be accomplished? Will I suddenly wake up tomorrow knowing I have a different job than today?"
"No. I grant wishes but it will appear to anyone else to be the normal consequence of life. If, for example, you wished for much money to come to you suddenly, I would tell you to purchase a lottery ticket. It would be the winning ticket."
"So me getting this fabulous job will require looking for it or getting fired from the useless job I have now?"
"You currently work in the city's department of records, do you not?"
"Yes."
"Do they not have a posting board on the city-wide interoffice internet?"
"Yes."
"There will be a posting for an investigator in the Environmental Protection Agency tomorrow. Apply for it."
"I haven't said I wish."
"Then say it. If I am not what I have told you I am, nothing will happen, you do not currently have the skills to be an investigator. If I am telling you truth, despite this fact, you will get the job."
"O.K. ... I wish I had a more impactful job with the city."
Kobneil bowed his head and Iantha felt a bit of electricity seem to emanate from his body. Then he opened his obsidian eyes and looked at her with the most beautiful smile.
"It is arranged."
He reached for her shoulder and to caress her face. Iantha backed away from him as though his hands were a threat.
"Iantha, when was the last time you felt physically cherished?"
Iantha's face darkened. "A week before my mother cut herself on a fish."
"If you wish ... I can make you feel that way, right now."
"I thought angels weren't allowed to ... commune with humans in that manner."
"Not all of us may. I am Nephilim, it is permitted."
"I don't have casual sex. It's too dangerous."
"I can not beget a child upon you and I do not carry disease. It is not possible. Since this body is not real I can not be invaded by virus or bacterium."
Iantha felt like it was too warm in the apartment. Kobneil was doing nothing but looking at her and she began to be aware that his body was very masculine right now.
"You ... you are influencing me. ... You are making me aware that I haven't had sex in a long time."
"Since David left you."
"God! ... Isn't there anything you don't know about me? Iantha hissed, swiped a fist at Kobneil's arm and left the bed. She wandered to the middle of her neat room and just stood with her arms wrapped around herself.
"No. There is nothing about you I do not know. I know all your deepest fears and secret joys, all your desires, all your past and, to a degree, I know your future. I know because there is a God, Iantha, and you are loved. I know because God knows. Kobneil said from the bed, only looking at her.
Iantha turned to look at him with longing in her eyes, her body trembling.
"You must say, I wish. he answered the look in her eyes.
"I wish ... I wish you would go away and leave me alone. Iantha said and turned away from him again.
Kobneil rose from the bed and glided to her. He stood very close, but did not touch her.
"That is one wish I can not answer. You invoked me. Only fulfilling your remaining nine wishes will cause me to leave."
She turned her head and looked at him again. Kobneil smiled very slowly. He looked more human, he'd pass for human, but the dark, dark skin still covered that incredibly beautiful bone structure and his obsidian eyes sparkled with lust. She swallowed her heart.
"I wish you would love me, make love to me. she whispered.
Kobneil ran his hands gently up her arms and Iantha felt such a thrill of desire for him that she leaned into his strong chest. He leaned his head down to her shoulder and tasted her flesh just above the collar of her shirt.
"Making love to you will be a privilege, Iantha, for I do love you. I love this form of yours but I love the being you don't know you are as well."
"How could you love me, you've only known me a half hour."
"I have known you for an eternity. he said as he gently turned her face to receive his kiss.

It was the most incredible night of sex and cherishment she had ever felt in her life. She was insatiable and they made love throughout the night. It was time to get ready to go to work and she didn't want to leave the bed.
"You have an appointment to fulfill your first wish. Kobneil told her gently as he ran a hand, appreciatively, down her side.
"I don't want to go to work, I want to stay here and love you."
"I will be part of your life for a very long time, Iantha. You will see me again today."
"Will you be here when I get home?"
"If you desire it."
"Yes. Very much. I could almost want to die with you in my arms."
"Do not make that a wish. I would have to comply and I do not want to."
"Not any time soon, that's certain."
"You ... feel something? he smiled slightly, teasing her.
"Oh, yes. That wish is definitely answered. ... By the way, does that count as one of the ten?"
"No."
"Good."
"Get dressed, I will prepare you food."
"There isn't much for breakfast."
Kobneil smiled a mischievous smile. "Leave it to me."

When Iantha returned from the shower, the room was full of amazing smells. She dressed quickly, a little more formally than she normally would, but she was confident she would have a job interview this morning. Entering her kitchen area she found the table elegantly set and a live carnation in a small vase in the middle of her plate on a paper doily. Kobneil was still at the stove and Alvin was busy with something other than his cat meat in his plate.
"What's he eating?"
"Kippers."
"Ugh! ... Fish in the morning."
He took her plate and filled it from his skillet.
"I didn't know I had eggs and sausage. Iantha answered as she picked up her fork.
Breakfast done, Kobneil ushered her to her door and returned to her kitchen to clean up.
The ride to work this day was different than many other days. Iantha noticed the faces of the other bus riders. Most of them looked asleep. There were a few fresh faced young people, too young to have been totally disillusioned with life in general and their own, specifically. She realized she didn't feel that way any longer. It wasn't that Kobneil was part of her life, though she had an incredible night. She had to think hard. It was the grief was gone. She suddenly realized that she had been in deep grief ever since her mother had taken ill. It had destroyed all the joy life ever had held for her. She realized she had even treated Alvin, whom she did love dearly, like he wasn't even there. She had closed herself.
In her office she listened to the banal conversations that occurred between her associates. Stories of home, retelling of shows they had seen the night before, she caught some concern for herself. Someone commented on how she looked so much better this morning than she had been for months.
She opened her computer and checked the city web page. Just as Kobneil had said, there was an opening in the EPA. She immediately e-mailed her current position and her resume. Then the day's work took thoughts of Kobneil away from her.
At two in the afternoon, she received a phone call.
"Miss MacDonald? This is Kathy Barnham in the personnel office. You applied for a position as an investigator in the EPA earlier today, is that correct?"
"Yes."
"The director of the agency would like to have an interview with you. How soon can you come to main admin?"
"In ten minutes."
"That would, actually, be excellent. He'd like to get this posting filled today if possible."
"The main personnel office?"
"Yes."
"Be there in ten."

The director was looking for someone with Iantha's administrative skills and had little previous investigative experience so he could train that person the way he wanted. She would start her new job the next day! It was also a three hundred dollar a month increase in pay. Iantha was walking on air as she climbed the stairs. She didn't even notice the noise.
Inside her apartment, she mushed Alvin as she walked to the kitchen area to feed him. His bowl wasn't empty.
"Weren't you hungry today big boy? she asked the cat and put him down.
"He's been nibbling on your dinner for the last hour. Kobneil commented as he came from the service hall behind her apartment.
Iantha's face lit up when she saw he was still here. He came to her and gave her a passionate kiss.
Iantha took a few minutes to recover from that before she could speak.
"I got the job. It's a big increase in income as well as a lot more responsibilities but it doesn't sound hard and I don't have to stay stuck in the same dingy office all the time. It's a field work job."
"You like to travel about?"
"Yes. Being stuck in that dark, dingy office all the time was sapping my spirit."
"I know."
He served her an elegant meal and brought her desk chair to the table to share it with her.
"Are you nourished by food? she asked.
"In this form, yes."
The meal was excellent and their enjoyment of the food was laced, liberally, with sensuous glances, touches and even shared bites of food. By the time the food was consumed, Iantha was burning all over with desire.

This night's activity was every bit as rewarding as the night before. As she lay, quietly, in his arms, before sleep claimed them for the night, he asked.
"What else does your heart desire?"
"In this moment, nothing."
"I can not stay with you for the length of your lifetime ... unless you make it a wish. he said softly with some pain evident in his voice.
"I know. ... I do not wish that. You and I would eventually be miserable. You would be longing for your own reality and I would be jealous of that reality."
"You are wise. I can not take you where my reality is, without you casting off this mortal flesh permanently. I can not ask you to do that."
"Are there any other limits to what you can grant me?"
"Yes & I may not grant you death, abiding love of another or the return from death of another. That is all I can not provide."
"But you can help me arrange for being in the right place at the right time to find abiding love?"
"Yes."
"And you can give me almost anything else I ask for."
"I can. I can not raise the dead. No angel may do that. The closest we can provide is a form of insanity to you. I can make you see a dead friend or relative but that way leads to madness."
"Basically all you would be doing is accessing my own memories into my conscious mind?"
"Essentially."
"No one dead I want to talk to except my mother and I don't need your help to remember her."
"Good.
"You do not desire ... wealth, rich food, or many lovers at your beck and call, to not have to work for anything, to be more beautiful than anyone? There is not some thing that another possesses that you desire for your own? There is no revenge you would seek?"
"Some part of me may want all that, but right now, I can't think of anything."
"Iantha ... my assignment must be fulfilled and there is a time limit. I am sorry but I must press you to complete your ten wishes."
"Alright ... well, this apartment is actually too small for me, but it is all I could afford. My new position will allow me to move ten blocks up town. ... I wish ... I might have a terraced apartment on seventh avenue ... and all the furnishings to make it lovely ... with a five year fixed lease ... and all the necessary moneys to secure it for five years."
There was that rush of almost electricity.
"Well thought out. It will be done. Report to work tomorrow and you will find this apartment. Kobneil kissed the top of her sleepy head and held her close while she slept.

To Iantha's complete surprise, her working partner was a tall African-American, distinguished looking man who was introduced to her as Neil Cobb.
"Enchanté, Miss Mac Donald. he greeted her and kissed her hand.
"Neil, she's your partner, not dinner. their boss Mr. Fowler, grumped but he was smiling at Iantha's reaction.
They received their assignments for the day, Cobb was to be training her as well as they being partners together.
"What an unusual name, Iantha."
"It's Gaelic for lavender. My mother named me that because of the color of my eyes."
"What is your ancestry? Cobb asked with an admiring survey of her features.
"My father traced his ancestry to the Congo; my mother was part Ashanti, Irish and Scandinavian."
"It made a very beautiful combination, if you don't mind my saying so."
Iantha blushed.
"Now, Iantha, I don't want you to be alarmed, but in this city, EPA agents carry guns. It's been known to be necessary. Especially the investigative agents such as ourselves. Have you ever fired a gun? Cobb asked as they began driving through the city traffic to their first assignment.
"I've never even held one."
"Then sometime today, we are going to stop at the gun club and we will fit your hand with a weapon and sign you up for care and shooting practice classes."
They were investigating a business that produced batteries. They presented themselves as a potential customer and his secretary so they could get a tour of the factory. Iantha was carrying a clipboard, on which she made notes of production quotas and other things a potential buyer would note, but the clipboard was also a spy device and she was taking pictures of the violations of EPA rulings, of which there were many. Just because it infuriated her, she was also taking pictures that OSHA would want to see as well. There were dozens of violations to the safety of the workers evident as well. As they rode back, down Seventh Avenue, they passed a building with an apartment for rent sign.
"If you don't mind stopping, Iantha, I'd like to check this out. I want to move and Seventh Avenue would be a good location."
"I don't mind at all. I want to move to this neighborhood as well."
They looked over the apartment, which had been abandoned, the landlady said. It was full of furniture.
"I was in here after a week and cleaned out all the food and such, just so it wouldn't get stinked up, but I didn't have the right to touch Mr. Demorest's things. Now the management board has declared it abandoned so it's available with the furniture. You don't like the furniture; you have to haul it out yourself."
"How much are you asking for it? Cobb asked.
"Seven hundred a month. You pay your own electricity, but the gas is part of your rent."
"That's extremely reasonable for this location. Iantha commented.
"Yeah, management is desperate to keep this building full. If they get too many empty apartments, they stand a chance of loosing the building to a company that wants to tear this down for a parking garage."
"Oh, that would be a shame! Such a beautiful old building. It seems to be in excellent repair, why destroy one of our cities beautiful facades."
"Progress. the landlady sneered.
"Well, it isn't big enough for me. I need three bedrooms. My brother lives with me and I need an office. You want it, Iantha?"
"What is the situation in this building about pets?"
"Smaller than a suitcase is permitted. No big dogs and nothing too exotic and large."
"A cat?"
"Neutered or spayed?"
"Yes, he is."
"No problem. He'll enjoy the terrace and I think you're too high for him to think about jumping."
"What do you need to secure it?"
"Fourteen hundred."
"Can I get a five year lease?"
"Sugar, at this point, I think you could get a ten year lease, as long as there was a way for them to financially secure it."
"Will the management company do direct withdrawal?"
"I'll have to ask about that, but if they can, I know they'd jump at the chance to have a paid on time customer for five whole years."
"Here's seven hundred right now to hold it from showing until I get back to you tomorrow with the other seven."
"You want me to contact a mover or a salvage man about the furniture?"
"No, I like the furniture as well. I'll move out what I don't want as I come to it."
Back in the car, Cobb looked at her hard.
"What?"
"That was a pretty quick decision. You got another seven hundred to keep that place?"
"Actually no, but I have good reason to believe getting it won't be a problem."
Back at the headquarters, Cobb walked Iantha down to the photo lab where they showed her how to unload her clipboard and then she watched as they processed the film.
"Miss Mac Donald, these pictures don't seem to have anything to do with EPA. the technician said after he had developed the prints.
"They don't. I suggest we give them to the director so he can decide if he wants to send them to OSHA. Those are pictures of safety violations only an idiot wouldn't see. I think management of this company threatens their staff to ignore the safety rules."
"Whatever you say, Miss MacDonald."
There was some other training she had to do inside the department but before they quit for the day she was called into the director's office.
"Miss MacDonald, I want to commend your foresight and ingenuity. I called the director of OSHA and they've been trying to investigate this company, themselves, for almost a year. They had no evidence of the wrong-doing because they, unlike us, are required to inform the customer when they are investigating. Your candid photos have closed their case against Mickland Battery. Their appreciation is in the form of a bonus. Here. Mr. Fowler handed her an envelope.
Iantha looked inside the envelope and there was a government check for seven hundred dollars.
"Please convey my gratitude to the director of OSHA. My sense of justice just couldn't let that go by when I had the means to do something about it."
"I thank you and I'm sure the director of OSHA thanks you. Keep up the good work, Miss MacDonald. I can already see you are going to be a great asset to this department."
On the ride home, which Cobb offered, they did stop at the gun club and he advised her in the purchase of a Baretta. It was a small caliper gun, easy to handle and fit her thin hand well. She wasn't prepared for the kick the first time she fired it. The gun kicked itself right out of her hand. Most of the other people on the range practicing, laughed at her, but not Cobb. He simply picked it up and put it back in her hand then helped her hold it tight and try again. By an hour later, she was more at ease with the gun and actually put two bullets in the center of the target.
"Not bad at all for the first time you've ever held a gun. Cobb complimented her as he tore the gun down and cleaned it for her.
"Now, you do have to go through the usual waiting period for the permit to carry this, but I don't think there will be any problem, do you?"
"No. I've never even had a parking ticket."
"Well your gun will be here, with your name on it, until you can take it home. Come in every day for practice until you can pass the test and you have two classes a week on gun care and safety."
"Yes, sir! Iantha saluted and smiled.
"Cut the crap, would you like me to drive you home?"
"No. I'll take the bus from here, thanks. You probably need to get home yourself."
"Yeah, my brother gets a little upset if I'm too late and hadn't called him."
"He seems rather possessive for a brother."
"He's learning challenged. Jack is thirty and acts like a twelve year old. He gets scared if he's left alone too long."
"I'll see you tomorrow, Agent Cobb."
"Bright and early. he smiled and Iantha thought how sexy his smile was as she walked out of the gun club.
At home she was greeted with the same raucous noises and annoying habits but she didn't seem to mind. It would be one of the last times she'd have to deal with it. Kobneil answered the door just as she put her key into the lock.
"You are later than usual. Something good happen today? he asked after kissing her passionately.
"Many things good happened today. You must tell me something, though. The man with whom I partner seems vaguely like you and his name is Neal Cobb. ... Is it you in a more human disguise?"
"No. His name is his name and he is only human."
"Do you know anything else about him?"
"He has a brother he supports who can not survive on his own and because of this brother he has never been married. Most women do not want to share Neil with anyone, even his own brother."
"I found the apartment today. I already gave them seven hundred dollars not to show it to anyone else and I have to give them another seven hundred tomorrow, but I took pictures today and got seven hundred for them. Now, all else I need is a steady income for the next five years to guarantee the apartment stays mine."
"Open your mail."
Iantha looked at him rather dubiously but she looked at her mail. There was a certified letter from Publisher's Clearing House.
"Did you sign for the letter?"
"I made the postman think I was you."
She tore it open and dropped into a chair.
"You look like it is very bad news."
"I just won the Publisher's Clearing House sweepstakes I entered three years ago. she said flatly and the letter slipped from nerveless fingers.
Kobneil picked up the letter and read it aloud.
"Dear Miss MacDonald, you have been selected as our first prize winner in the Publisher's Clearing House sweepstakes number 2786. The amount of your prize is a total of forty-five thousand dollars. Please return this letter in the pre-addressed envelope to inform us if you want the annuity in one payment, yearly or semi-annually. We can not make your first installment without this information. Please send your preference today, and congratulations."
"Iantha, if you request it on a semi-annually deposited basis, the taxes will be less. Here is your guaranteed rent for five years."
"You did this. she looked to him with wonder in her eyes.
"Yes."
"Will all my wishes fall into place as what appears as natural consequences?"
"Yes."
She rose from her chair and walked, absently, to the bathroom. Soon the shower was heard.
"Iantha ... have I frightened you? Kobneil asked softly as he entered the bathroom. She hadn't locked the door.
"Yes. ... No, not frightened. ... I'm ... awed, I guess. she said from inside the shower stall.
Kobneil joined her in the stall, which was barely big enough to contain the two of them.
He began loving her in the shower and her fears and awe dissolved with the hot stinging drops and his luscious attention.
The next two weeks were a blur of activity. Kobneil spent the days packing her personal belongings and Iantha spent her days learning to be an EPA investigator and how to handle her gun. By the time she moved into her new apartment, she had her permit to carry and a lock box which was bolted to the bottom of the bedside table's drawer in which to lock the gun when she wasn't carrying it. It was a keyless lock so she could open it by pushing a few buttons in the proper sequence.
Alvin was enchanted with his new home, the management company agreed to the direct deposit of the rent and the bank agreed to move the funds directly from her savings account to their checking account. Life for Iantha had never been so good.
"Iantha, you still have seven more wishes to make. Kobneil told her early one Sunday morning.
"I've been thinking about that. I won't be really popular, except with my co workers, with this new job. Being popular was something I never was. I don't know how to be."
"Is that your next wish, to be popular?"
"But how do we accomplish that?"
"Do you keep a journal?"
"Yes."
"Let me read a page or two."
Iantha was hesitant but she went for her journal which she now kept in the desk.
"You have some talent as a poet, but the kind of poet that could be a songwriter. I can help you tap the talent that would let you be very successful at song writing. Tomorrow, sometime, pick up a copy of Music World magazine."
"Song writer, huh? That sounds pretty cool. Alright ... I wish to become very popular as a song writer."
Kobneil bowed his head and there was that slightly electric feeling.
"This will take about three weeks. You must write the song."
"I don't have any songs in my head."
"You will. Kobneil smiled that devilish smile that made her warm in all the right places.
They spent most of that day in lustful abandon.
During work the next day, when she and Cobb stopped for lunch, which he insisted on paying for, she stopped at a newsstand and bought a copy of Music World.
"You interested in the music industry?"
"I've been a poet most of my life, so I'm thinking about trying my hand at song writing."
"Really? That is so serendipitous. I'm struggling as a song writer. I write great music but can't write lyrics to save my life. I've had two songs published with someone elses words on them."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I have an idea, why don't you come to my place tonight after work. I'll show you my office, well, my music room. Maybe we could work together."
Cobb was so bright and hopeful she couldn't say no.
"Will your brother mind a stranger coming home?"
"I'll call him and warn him. He's usually good about new people if he's a little prepared."
"Sounds good."
After the meal she excused herself to the ladies' room and called Kobneil. He didn't answer the phone so she left a message to let him know she would be late.
Their day's work and her classes completed, they drove to the lower east side of the city, not too far but not in the "better" part of town where she now lived. The building where Cobb lived was a white stucco structure with four apartments comprising the entire floor, one below street level three above.
"Sorry it's a walk-up, and I have the top floor."
"Nothing unusual there. My last place was a walk-up, too."
"Barry! Come meet Iantha. Neil called as he walked into the living room, ushering Iantha before him.
Barry came out of the kitchen wiping his hands on a towel.
"Hello, my name is Barry Cobb. I am pleased to meet you. I hope you like spaghetti and meatballs. The meatballs are frozen from the store, I don't make them very well from scratch, but Neil likes my sauce, I make that from scratch. he said all at once, like a nervous teen.
Iantha was struck with his beauty even more than her partner's. Barry had cafe au laté skin and grey eyes. His nose was very straight and his cheek bones high. He was tall and almost too thin and had graceful long hands.
"It is my pleasure to meet you, Barry, and I love spaghetti. Thank you so much for thinking to prepare enough dinner for me as well."
"Ah... um ... you and Neil play music for a while, I have to finish up in the kitchen. I'll call when it's on the table."
"Thanks, Barry. Iantha writes poetry so I thought we could collaborate on songs."
"Good! ... That's good, Neil. You write beautiful music. Barry said and ducked his head in parting then returned to the kitchen.
"You trust him enough to let him cook?"
"He's a great cook. As a matter of fact he has a job as a salad chef in one of the downtown restaurants."
"Sounds like his learning challenges aren't that severe."
"Mostly in social endeavors."
In Neal's office, Iantha was impressed with his array of musical equipment. He played one of his songs for her and a poem came to her immediately which went with the music so well, it was almost scary.
"That is wonderful! Neil said.
"It just came to me with the music."
"Let me cut a demo of this. Sing it again. he said and keyed his computer to record.
By the time they were done with that, Barry was in the doorway.
"That was beautiful, Iantha. Dinner is ready."
When Iantha turned to him, she saw he had tears in his eyes.

It was nearly midnight when Neil dropped her at home. Alvin hissed at her and walked away.
"What the hell is your problem? she asked the cat.
"He is angry with you for not being home on time."
"Isn't that tough. I never wanted that damned cat in the first place, but no one else was feeding him and he was always hanging on my fire escape."
"Cats need a lot of love and attention."
"And I don't owe that damned animal my life. I had fun tonight. For the first time in a very long time, I actually had fun."
"And you will sell a song, too. Neil will submit that tomorrow and it will be bought."
"That was quick. Iantha commented and kissed Kobneil, who embraced her lustfully.
"What is your impression of the other Cobb?"
"His younger brother is really cute. His boyish innocence is a turn-on."
"Would you make love to him, knowing in his mind he is a child?"
"He's not that young, mentally. Neil tells me he's not a virgin, either."
"If you want him, take him."
Iantha blushed.
"You want them both?"
"Well, Neil is really handsome, too."
"You don't have to make a wish for that. Neil does share his women with his brother. Just let him know you are willing."
Iantha looked at Kobneil for a long time before she spoke.
"Isn't that against God? Having sex with two men at once?"
"God did not make that stipulation, man did. God only wants you all to love each other and not hurt one another. If you can have sex with both brothers without getting hurt or hurting them, then it is not a sin."
"That's not what I was taught."
"You were not taught the truth."

The song was bought by Columbia Music and recorded by one of the hottest singing groups in the country. Overnight, Cobb and MacDonald were the sweethearts of the music industry. In three months they had produced three more songs that also became instant hits as soon as they were released. They were both getting royalty checks in four figures in four months.
Iantha was having dinner with the Cobbs one evening, about a month after the first song was released, when she took the next step.
"Neil, we can make so much money now as song writers and working a full time job actually does interfere in it. How do you feel about quitting the agency and writing full time?"
"I've been playing with the idea for a while. Just because we've been phenomenally successful in our first songs, doesn't mean it will last, though."
"Why wouldn't it? You and I are both adaptable. Jack Polland asked us for a retro song two weeks ago and we produced it. Then he asked us to think about working on a sound track. With just the vaguest idea about the movie, we came up with something the producer said was perfect. We're good!"
"Yeah, but quitting the agency is such a big step."
"I think you should do it, Neil. You aren't as happy as when you and Iantha are making music. Barry added to the conversation.
"I think we should submit our resignations tomorrow."
"Alright. ... Here's to independence! Neil decided and raised his glass of beer.
Barry and Iantha clicked their glasses to his and shared the toast.
"I want to dance, with Barry, after dinner. Iantha then announced out of nowhere.
"I ... I don't dance very well. Barry stuttered.
Iantha giggled, "Neither do I, Barry. Come on, it will be fun and no one will laugh, except maybe Neil and we can trounce him!"
She had learned to be playful with Barry to overcome his shyness.
Neil pushed away from the table and put on a song he knew Barry was always dancing to. The couple got up and moved the coffee table back from the middle of the floor to give themselves room. Neil wasn't laughing as he watched Barry and Iantha having fun. On the next track he joined them and the dancing grew steadily more steamy and close. When the recording ended, Iantha put an arm around both of them and kissed each man, hungrily. She was surprised when Barry kissed back. She let his kiss linger as long as he wanted and when he began to fondle her breasts, she leaned into him. Her willingness scared him off a little.
"What's the matter Barry? she asked as he pulled away.
"Ah ... ah ... I want you, Iantha, but your Neil's girl."
"I'm not anybody's girl, Barry. I, um, I want you, too."
"You do?"
"Why shouldn't I? You are very handsome and you're funny. You appreciate good music and food, you appreciate me. Being super smart isn't such a big deal. You're smart enough to make that beautiful meal; I want to get to know your body better."
"Neil?"
"Hey, she's not talking to me, Bro; if you want to, and she wants to, go ahead. Neil answered but he looked a little disappointed.
"Actually, guys, you'll think me very naughty, but I'd like to take both of you."
Iantha couldn't believe she actually got that out of her mouth, but last night she had commented that she didn't have the courage to ask them both. She did not make it a wish, but Kobneil had told her she did have the courage, she just had to do it. Now that it was said, there was no going back.
Neil smiled, broadly, and came to her. He ran an appreciative hand down her back and kneaded her ass as he leaned in for a sensuous, passionate kiss.
"We've shared women before, but this is the first time, Iantha, that the woman has asked Barry first. Go with him and I'll join you later. he whispered in her ear.
"Neil? Barry was still unsure, but his grip on Iantha was strong.
"Where's your bedroom, Barry? Iantha asked and raked his leg with her nails.
Iantha discovered that Barry wasn't a virgin. He was too at ease, once they had their clothes off, too skilled in pleasing her. She was almost delirious when Neil joined them and made her more lost in her lust. She had never had two men at the same time, but Kobneil had demonstrated the full spectrum of physical pleasures. She was amazed at how well the brothers worked together and she was totally lost in lust by the time they fell to the bed, exhausted, tangled in each other.

The High Life

Being a famous song writer gave her the glamorous life. Constant strings of music industry parties led her to every kind of decadence available. She stayed clear of drugs, except alcohol, but there was little else she would not allow herself to experience. Neil and Barry moved three blocks north of her on Seventh Avenue, making their apartments walking distance of each other. She spent more time with them than with Kobneil. The angel didn't seem to mind. Alvin did.
At five in the morning, five months after she started writing music, she came home and the cat was not waiting for her. She went to the kitchen and the cat's dish was half full. She called Kobneil, who was not always there, and he came from the direction of her bedroom.
"Where is Alvin?"
"I have some very bad news for you, Iantha."
"What happened to the cat?"
"He jumped from the balcony today. He's dead."
"Where's the body?"
"Animal control has already taken him."
Iantha examined her feelings and was surprised with herself that she was not as upset as she thought she should be. She reached down and picked up his dish, threw the food in the trash and washed the dish in soap and water, rinsed it and dried it then put it in the cupboard with his food.
"Mrs. Leary, downstairs, also has a cat. I'll give his things to her tomorrow. she said, absently, then walked past Kobneil as though he weren't there, into her bedroom.
After her shower, when she was in the bed, Kobneil came to her.
"How do you feel, Iantha?"
"Tired. We actually worked all night. Well, we took a sex break at midnight, but after only an hour of sleep, Neal and I went back to work. The soundtrack is almost finished. Leann Rimes is going to sing the title song and one of the background songs. They'll both be on her new album."
"How do you feel about loosing Alvin?"
"I never really loved that cat; do you know I just realized that? I never really loved him. He wasn't a bad cat; he just sort of took over my life until you gave me another one. Was he chasing a bird or something?"
"I don't know. He was sleeping on the railing. He did that a lot. Then I looked and he sat up, stretched and launched himself over the edge. If I didn't know better, I'd say he committed suicide, but cats don't do that. It was probably a bird that was too close to the rail. He's chased them off the rail before."
"Poor Alvin. When did the animal control come?"
"Almost right away. I called them. I told them I was passing the alley when I heard a thump and looked to see the broken cat. Six stories is a long way for an animal to fall. Even if he had landed on his feet, it would have killed him. That long of a fall is too far for him to have controlled the fall. I think he landed on his side."
"Poor Alvin. ... Something occurs to me, Kobneil. ..."
"Yes?"
"Is this payback for the way I've been acting?"
"Do you have guilt about something?"
"No. ... No, I don't. My promiscuity is always clearly announced. Neil knows about it, hell, he joins in the games sometimes. I've not hurt anyone, human, and I don't allow myself to be hurt, beyond the limit of the games I've been playing. The only being I've hurt was Alvin. I should have given him away before my life got too complicated for him."
"You understand the correspondences of the relationship with the cat. If you have no guilt, then this consequence is only a misjudgment on your part. A lack of attention to the needs of the feline. There is no 'sin' here, only a misjudgment."
"Then I didn't loose Alvin because I'm being wicked?"
"Are you being wicked?"
"The world thinks I am. Have you been reading the industry rags?"
"Do you honestly care what the gossip mongers say of you?"
"Not a rat's ass."
"Do you think you are being wicked?"
Iantha smiled to herself. "Yeah, I do. But not that it damns my soul. I'm not hurting anyone and they aren't hurting me. I wasn't deliberately cruel to Alvin. When I was home, he slept on my bed with me when you weren't here. I didn't mean to neglect him."
"You have not committed a sin where Alvin is concerned."
"Have I committed a sin where God is concerned?"
"Do you believe there is a god?"
"Yes."
"Do you believe he can affect your life?"
"Since you came, yes."
"Have you ever declared to anyone there is no god?"
"No. I wouldn't do that. The only being who ever heard me say God didn't care about me is you."
"Then you have not sinned."

Iantha slept seven hours. When she woke she had the sense that she was alone in the apartment. She got up and made herself coffee. She sat at the kitchen table staring at the matt where Alvin's dish had been. She realized she wouldn't miss him. She called Mrs. Leary.
"Oh, Iantha, I am so sorry about Alvin. the elderly woman gushed.
"Mrs. Leary, it's not as tragic to me as you think. I really didn't like that cat much. He adopted me, not the other way around. If he was stupid enough to jump off the balcony that was his problem. I'm calling to see if you want the rest of the cat food and the new bag of kitty litter."
"Oh! ... Well ... Yes, dear, I'll buy them from you."
"No buy, it's a gift. Since I don't have a cat any more, I certainly don't need it, but you won't have to pay for them. I know how much you love your two cats. I'm sorry if I seem callous to Alvin's death, but I truly, didn't love that cat. He was just one more responsibility I really didn't want."
"I wish you had given him to me. ... He was such a pretty cat."
"Yes, he was, and I wish I had given him to you as well, it would have saved his life, but I didn't and now he's gone."
"I'll send Jerred up for the things in an hour, will that be alright?"
"Yes. Thank you Mrs. Leary."
After hanging up the phone, Iantha had the sense that Kobneil was in the apartment.
"Kobneil, are you here?"
"Yes. he said softly as he entered the kitchen.
"What invoked you?"
"You said, 'I wish'."
"Oh, Mrs. Leary said she wished I had given Alvin to her and I agreed. I said it would have saved his life. But I didn't and he's dead."
"I can not fulfill that wish, Iantha. I can not raise even a dead cat."
"I know that, Kobneil, I do not wish to have given Mrs. Leary Alvin. He's dead, let him stay dead."
"You still have six more wishes."
"Just how much time do you have to fulfill these ten wishes?"
"One year and one day."
"It's been what ... five months?"
"Yes. Five months and six days."
"I wish I had a membership in the Senat Social Club, by invitation, and a twenty seven foot long yacht, crew of three, harbored at the Twelfth Street Dockyard."
"That is two wishes."
"No, it's not. Only those who own yachts are members, or all the members have yachts."
"It will be done. the electric wave coursed through the room and Kobneil opened his eyes again.
"Is there anything else I can do for you today?"
"As a matter of fact ... You have always appeared only in my own apartment. I've never seen you anywhere else. Can you appear in public?"
"If I choose. It has not been necessary."
"I want you to go out with me."
"Where?"
"I want to meet you at The Daily Grind on Seventh and Baker and act like we just met and have a date."
"Why?"
"Because in this human guise you are beautiful and I want to make Neil jealous. He hasn't been paying attention to me as he had before."
"It will be as you wish."
"This isn't a wish, Kobneil, it's a request."
Kobneil smiled. "I understand this. You have still, four wishes to make before the year ends. I will do this thing because it pleases me to do so. I will give you a different name when we meet, but you will know it is I."
"When?"
"In one hour."
Iantha was excited and sipped her coffee. Kobneil walked from the kitchen and Iantha had the feeling she was alone.
She dressed in her most alluring "day" dress. A deep maroon sheath dress cut very low in front. She now wore her hair in spiral curls and pushed them away from her face with a matching headband. Matching high heeled shoes completed the ensemble with a black patent leather handbag and silver jewelry. She walked in the late spring sunlight to the coffee shop and sat at the bar. She ordered a café au laite and sipped it, watching the crowd.
A very tall black gentleman came in and surveyed the crowded shop. There was no where to sit but beside Iantha. He had a beard that was neatly trimmed in a goatee and a heavy gold earring in his left ear. But he was impeccably dressed in an Armani suit.
"Excuse me, miss, may I take this seat? he asked Iantha with the trace of a Middle Eastern accent.
"Certainly."
"Thank you. My name is Hassad Mustaffa. May I have the pleasure of your name? he spoke as he seated himself.
"Iantha MacDonald. she replied and offered her hand.
Mustaffa took the hand and raised it to his lips.
"Have I the pleasure of meeting the song writer, Iantha Mac Donald?"
"Yes."
"I am very fond of your music, Miss MacDonald. I have collected all of your music to date."
"I am flattered."
He ordered a café au laite for himself and an English muffin then offered to buy food for Iantha.
They chatted about the music industry and the publishing business, for that is what Mustaffa identified himself as doing.
"I'd like to publish your poetry without the music if that would be possible. Will there be a problem with your associate?"
"No. The copyrights are separate. That was on advise of a very good friend who helped me get started in this business."
"Who holds the copyrights of your poetry?"
"My own production company."
"Again, advise from your friend?"
"Yes. He helped me establish a corporate entity for myself. I own all my own copyrights. Neil owns his as well. The music or the poetry can be published separately. Neil actually has already had one of his scores recorded with different words."
"You encouraged that?"
"Yes. He had written two pieces we used as background music for a movie that were accepted by a major singing group but they wanted new words. Their own song writer had something that worked with the music so I told Neil to go for it. The songs are doing very well right now."
"You are not jealous of that success?"
"Why should I be? I don't own Neil."
"His scores may become more popular than your poetry."
"So? I'll just do something else with my life if I stop making money as a poet."
"I do not think that would be necessary. You must have poems in your head that do not suit Neil's music."
"As a matter of fact, I do. I've been thinking of some epics I can write in verse that are very different from most of what I've read."
"I'd be interested in seeing these works."
"Would you have the time to come back to my apartment and look at a few things?"
"Yes, I do."
He paid the bill for both coffees and escorted her from the coffee shop on his arm. As they walked, they passed Neil Cobb.
"Iantha, I was wondering if you were coming up today. Neil greeted then looked over the distinguished man holding her arm.
"Maybe later, Neil. This is Hassad Mustaffa; he's in the publishing business. Hassad, this is Neal Cobb, my music partner."
"It is my pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cobb. I was telling Iantha I have collected all of your collaborative efforts. I am very fond of your music."
"Thank you. It's nice to meet you. Iantha, are you coming over today? Barry wants to know if he should make supper for three."
"I don't know how long Mr. Mustaffa and I will be working, Neil. He's expressed an interest in some of my poems that won't work for music."
"Oh ... this is business for you?"
"Yes. I may be having a book of my more esoteric stuff published."
"Oh. ... Good ... um ... United has asked me for another score without words."
"How much are they willing to pay for it?"
"Twice what they offered for the last one."
"Sounds good. This sounds very good. We can both make money even when we're not working together."
"Is that getting hard for you, Iantha? Neil asked with an edge in his voice.
"No, of course not, Neil! I love making music with you, but we both have a talent bigger than that. It's pointless to waste it by staying within the boundaries of sung music."
"Is our music all there is between us? he sounded hurt.
"Neil ... this isn't the place or time for this. No. It isn't all there is between us. I'll be over later this afternoon or tonight. Tell Barry not to cook for me, specifically."
"Alright. Sorry, Mr. Mustaffa, but we need to settle business as it comes up."
"I understand, Mr. Cobb. Perhaps you might consider having your scores published as printed music?"
"I've already got an agent on that."
"I see. Well, perhaps another time then."
"Sure."
Neil didn't shake hands with Mustaffa he only excused himself and walked around them.
"He is not happy. Mustaffa commented.
"He's getting possessive of me and he's taking me for granted in other aspects of our relationship. Iantha answered.
She led Mustaffa to her apartment where he swung her into his arms and kissed her passionately as soon as the door latched. When that kiss broke, Iantha was breathless but the face before her had altered to that she was accustomed to seeing on Kobneil.
"I like the beard. she commented before kissing him back.
They played together, there before the door, for long minutes. Iantha was so deeply enmeshed in her lust it would take her anywhere and anytime. This game did not go very far.
"Iantha, I can arrange for you to meet the real Hassad Mustaffa. The name, personage and occupation are real. He would be very interested in your erotic epics. But, this is a dangerous man. He is an Arab and he thinks like an Arab and all the work he has ever done for women has ended with them ... shall we say compromised."
"You can prevent that, if I have wishes left."
"Yes. He will lead you into paths of decadence you have not yet experienced."
"But will he publish the other poetry?"
"Yes."
"I wish to meet the real Hassad Mustaffa."
"It is done. Kobneil smiled, mischievously and his visage melted back to that of Mustaffa.
"Now then, Miss MacDonald, where do you keep these poems? he asked as though not a beat had been missed.
"My office. Come. she replied, equally at ease.
It thrilled her that her angel had arranged this before she even knew what she wanted herself.
She showed the publisher her poems, erotic poems about a woman who travels through hell to redeem her soul.
"This is beautiful! Such movement, such eroticism! You are a very deeply passionate woman, Miss MacDonald."
"And you must be a very passionate man, Mr. Mustaffa. Just reading my poems is having a profound effect. Iantha commented, seeing how his trousers were growing much too tight.
"Yes, I am a passionate man, forgive my indelicacy. he blushed slightly.
"Don't be embarrassed. That is exactly the response those poems are meant to illicit. The problem is what are you going to do about it? Iantha's eyes were flashing as she smiled, mischievously.
"I do not mix pleasure with business, Miss MacDonald ... unless the pleasure knows the difference."
"I know the difference. she said and rose from her chair across from him.
Mustaffa put the journal down and rose as well. Iantha came right up to him and looked up into his dark face.
"This can not happen often, Iantha."
"I don't care if it never happens again. I want you. ... Now."
That said Mustaffa lowered his face, slowly, letting the passion he felt fill his features before he took her mouth in a deeply sensuous kiss.
They stayed in her apartment for almost three hours making love to each other. He was harder and stronger than any of the men she had been with recently and he demanded more of her. Iantha was exhausted long before Mustaffa was, but he was gentle as he relieved himself on her wasted body. He fell away from her but cuddled her close to him, protectively.
"You have as incredible a body as you have an incredible mind, Iantha. I predict your poems will make you a millionaire very quickly."
"That's good. I hate working."
"Once the first book hits the market, you won't have to work ever again."
"Are you that sure?"
"How many journals do you have finished?"
"Six."
"You have already written your first six best sellers. Believe me. If I know anything it is how to promote talent such as yours."
"When do we sign the contract?"
"Tomorrow. Sleep now. I need to rest. Then I will shower, if you do not mind, and take my leave. I will call you in the morning with where to come with one of your journals bring the one I read, and we will sign contracts and I will have that transcribed."
"How long before it hits the streets?"
"I intend to push this. Three months. You will be a millionaire by October."
"That sounds wonderful."
"And ... this ... will happen again, if you will indulge me. You are the most animated lover I have had in many years. he said with an appreciative stroke along her side.
"That would please me as well. Iantha said on the verge of sleep.

Mustaffa left before six. She called Neil.
"Barry is very upset that you haven't been here today."
"And is Neil upset as well?"
"Yeah ... I am. Who was the Arab you were with?"
"He is a publisher. He's going to publish the erotic journals."
"You've got to be kidding! Who would read that filth?"
"You didn't think it was filth when I was reading them to you a week ago. You couldn't get any harder. she replied to him hotly.
"That was just you and me in private, Iantha. Don't make that stuff public."
"Why not? I write eroticism very well. If you can't handle it that's your problem. I'm signing a contract for the publication of all six journals tomorrow."
"Have you considered how this is going to affect your music career?"
"I don't care. The problem here is how do you perceive my getting published without you is going to aff

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