by BostonFictionWriter©

Couple uses Halloween to scare one another.

“It’s Halloween night, fright night, Roger. Let’s do something scary,” said Anne to her boyfriend with a foreboding look.

“Scary? You can’t scare me, Anne. Been there, done that, I’ve seen it all and experienced it all. I’ve been a cop too long to be scared,” said Roger waving a hand of disinterest with his usual comportment of arrogant smugness, before giving her his customary little laugh.

“Ha! You don’t think you can be scared? You don’t think I can scare you? I can scare you,” said Anne nodding her blonde head.

“Besides, you know games aren’t my thing, never have been. Action is. Give me some action, Anne. Let’s have sex, baby,” he said wrapping an arm around Anne’s slender waist and following her curvy lines, before reaching around to cup her sweet ass with one hand and feel her ample breast with the other.

“No, I want to make you scream like a girl first,” she said with a laugh, while pushing him away.

“If what you want to do is scream, baby, I can make you scream,” he said in his best Barry White voice and, pulling her close again to give her a kiss, a grope and a feel. “Let’s get it on.”

“No,” said Anne pushing him away with two hands pressed hard against his muscular chest. “In honor of the Halloween holiday, I want to do something different, instead of just going to bed and having sex. We don’t go anywhere. We don’t do anything. All we do is screw.”

“That’s not true, Anne, and you know it. Most times you just blow me.”

“You’re a real comedian, Roger,” she said giving him the fisheye. “Just this once, I want to have some Halloween holiday fun. Just once, without you being so God almighty and acting as if you know it all, done it all, and been through it all, I’d like to scare the bejesus out of you,” she said with a laugh.

“I already told you, Anne. I don’t scare. Sorry,” said Roger with tiredness and giving her a deadpan stare, as if sizing up a suspect on the street. “When I can stand over a dead, bloodied body eating a jelly donut or a hot dog with everything on it without puking, I’ve already passed the not able to scare test. Too damn desensitized, I’m numb from the years of seeing really scary things.”

“Scary things? Ha! You haven’t seen scary stuff until you work as a social worker in the Department of Welfare and Human Services and a mother comes in with her three, small, sick children with no job, no money, no food, and no place to live,” said Anne with a satisfied smile. “Now that’s scary.”

“Okay, I’ll play your silly game,” said Roger making eye contact with his sexy girlfriend. “And you ain’t seen scary, until you come across a prostitute beaten to a bloodied pulp and dumped in a dumpster, multiple dumpsters,” said Roger raising the stakes. “Now that’s scary, that is, to anyone other than me. I’ve seen that kind of horror lots of times before.”

“That’s pretty scary but, unfortunately, I can beat that,” said Anne without the sensitivity and innocence she once had, when she took the job as social worker for the Department of Social Services, right out of college, ten years ago.

She looked at Roger with a faraway look once only reserved for soldiers coming home from war but now a look that included traumatized police officers, social workers, doctors, nurses, EMTs, and all the others who deal with accidents, illnesses, and death on a daily basis.

“Go ahead, give it your best shot, Anne. I’m ready,” said Roger. “Scare me.”

“You haven’t seen scary, until you visit a client’s home and see roaches everywhere, a rat in the crib eating a crying baby, and another toddler laying face down dead in dirty bathtub water. You haven’t seen scary, until you see a mother foaming at the mouth, her eyes rolled back in her head, and here dead from an overdosed of heroin. Seeing all of that is one thing, but trying to pick up the pieces to help her survivors is another, especially when the state is cutting our budget. Now, that’s some scary shit.”

“Okay, I admit, we’ve both been desensitized from seeing some scary shit, but the fact remains that you can’t scare me,” said Roger with a shrug, while remaining steadfastly persistent in his claim of not being able to be frightened.

“Oh, yeah?” Anne looked at her boyfriend with insight. “I can scare you. I can scare the shit right out of you. I can scare you senseless. I can make you cry, you’d be so scared.”

“Oh, yeah. Unlike you, Anne, I don’t take my work home with me. Unlike you, I don’t get emotionally involved with my victims and perpetrators in the way you do with your clients taking them in your home and giving them food and a place to sleep for the night. Unlike how you treat your job as a religious calling, my job is just a job and nothing more than a Lieutenant’s paycheck.”

“Liar. I’ve seen you worry over so victim. I’ve seen that look of concerned horror on your face more than once,” said Anne.

“Concerned horror? Yeah, sure, I admit that I’m physically and mentally drained, but when I come home, I close my front door and leave the world behind. I turn on the TV, flop on the couch with a beer, and file all the day’s activities away, until the next day, when I put on my badge and holster my gun. Sorry, Anne, but you can’t scare me.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it, Roger. I can scare you. You’re just as emotionally invested and physiologically connected as am I. Who are you trying to kid? I’ve seen the looks of sadness on your face over something that happened during your shift.”

“Okay, maybe I am a bit too connected to the victims. Who wouldn’t be? I have to be to find their killers, give them justice, and allow them eternal peace. Yet, that doesn’t mean that you can scare me. You can’t.”

“Oh, I can scare you, Mister, big, tough, He-Man of a police officer,” said Anne smiling her confidence. “A soft touch, an easy mark, you’d be so easy to scare. When it comes to being scared, you’re a pussy. You’re my bitch.”

“Bitch? I’m your bitch? I’m no one’s bitch,” said Roger with a laugh.

“Bitch,” said Anne laughing, too.

“Well, if this is what it takes to have sex with you, if I must play this silly children’s game first, before we fuck and before you suck, then give it your best shot. Go ahead and scare me, baby. Scare me,” said Roger sitting down on the couch, folding his arms across his chest, and acting as if he was about to listen to another perpetrator’s claim of innocence. “Go ahead. C’mon, I dare you. Scare me.”

“Okay. So, Mister tough guy, you don’t think that I can scare you. I’ll scare you, alright,” said Anne leaving the room and returning with a Ouija board. “Oh, yeah, big guy, get ready to be scared.”

She put a fat, white candle down, set the game on the coffee table and opened the box, before sitting on the floor Indian style with her legs crossed.

“Oh, no. No Ouija boards. I hate those things,” said Roger leaning back in his seat and waving his hands, as if trying to stop traffic.

“Look at you, Mister you can’t scare me. You’re already frightened over a silly child’s game,” said Anne with a laugh. “It’s just a Ouija board, Roger.”

“Kid’s game my ass. That thing is evil. That thing is nothing but a porthole to the Devil,” said Roger. “You never know what wicked creature you’ll unleash with that thing by teasing the occult. I’ll have no part of something that I can’t shoot and kill. I’ll have no part of something that I don’t even know exists, when it’s in the room and standing right behind me.”

“Okay, then, let’s forget about the Ouija game,” said Anne reluctantly closing the box and moving the game to the side with a look of obvious misgivings. “I can scare you with just words,” she said with less confidence, while sitting on the floor again, crossing her legs, and exposing her pink, bikini panties, when she pulled her long skirt up past her knees to sit, before fluffing it down.

“You’re wearing your pink panties?”

“Yeah. So?” Perhaps because of the sexual high heat of Roger’s stare, she smoothed her dress down against her thighs.

“I love your pink panties. They’re my favorite panties. They make your ass look so perfect and your mound irresistible that I want to spank your ass and bite your pussy.”

“Focus Roger, focus. Get your mind off my pink panties, off my perfect ass, and off my irresistible mound, so that I can scare you with my words.”

“Words? Fat chance. You’d have to hold a gun to my head to scare me with just words. Unless your words include terrorist attack, or that my favorite bar is closed, or that my beloved Mustang was stolen, or that you’ll no longer have sex with me, you can’t scare me with mere words,” said Roger with a laugh.

“I know just what to say to you that will scare you senseless,” said Anne, now with confident assuredness.

“You do, huh? Go for it, then. I’m ready to be frightened,” said Roger waving his hands over his head. “Woo! Spooky! It’s Halloween. I’m so afraid of the dark. Trick or treat, go ahead and scare me silly. Make my day. Scare me, baby, scare me.”

Anne stood to light the candle and to turn off the overhead living room light, before sitting down again, this time more lady like, so as not to flash her panties and distract Roger’s attention. With the candle flame casting big, scary shadows against the darkened living room walls, the room immediate took on the ambience of a fortune teller’s reading room. Especially with it being Halloween, anyone else but these two would have already been a little scared. Anyone else but these two would never agree to play such a game to be scared on Halloween night.

“Okay, this is your last chance to say no to being scared,” said Anne with a laugh.

“Bring it,” said Roger. “You can’t scare me.”

“Are you ready?”

“I’m ready. Go ahead and scare me,” said Roger with seriousness and now looking, as if for the first time that he wanted to be scared, “I can’t wait to be scared.”

“Oh, I’ll scare you alright, crybaby.”

“Crybaby? That’s it. Go ahead and scare me. I dare you to scare me. I double dare you. I can’t wait to be scared. Only, I can’t be scared. You can’t scare me. I was, still am, and always will be a Marine and Marines don’t scare,” he said with a laugh, while pointing a finger at her, as if he was Jack Nicholson playing Colonel Nathan R. Jessep in the movie, A Few Good Men. “Nothing scares me. I don’t scare.”

“Okay, here we go,” said Anne looking at her boyfriend sitting there so self-assured and smugly superior in his inability to be scared. “Here we go,” she said rubbing her hands together, as if she already had goose bumps and was trying to keep warm. “You’re a cop. You have instincts based on experience but have you ever had a hunch something was true and it was?”

“A hunch? Sure, lots of times. I have hunches every day, multiple times a day, just like the hunch that I’m having now that this Halloween fright night is not going to be scary but boring,” he said with a laugh.

“Boring, huh? Close your eyes and think about those times you had hunches, while trying to solve a crime. Now, pick one, the best one, and hold that thought while you remember it and ponder it. Think back to that time and to those circumstances that gave you that hunch.”

“Okay, I have a specific hunch in mind.”

“Isn’t it a weirdly unsettling feeling, from seemingly out of nowhere, to have had that hunch and for that hunch to be right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Now, go ahead and answer the question.”

“What question?”

“Shh! The question that I haven’t asked you yet because you interrupted me.”

“Sorry.”

“Have you ever had a feeling that something was about to happen and it did?”

“Yeah, of course. All the time. So?”

“Weird, huh? Instead of just unconsciously going with your intuition, think about it. What happened just before to make you feel that something was about to happen then? Why do you think you felt that whatever it was that happened would happen? Think back to the circumstances, before you felt that feeling that something was about to happen. What happened then that made you feel that something was going to happen later?”

“I dunno, much like a hunch, it was just a feeling, a sense of things to come and to happen, no doubt, from experience being on the job for so long.”

“Do you believe in reincarnation?”

“Reincarnation? What the Hell does reincarnation have to do with hunches and/or with you trying to scare me?”

“Just answer the question, Roger. Do you believe in reincarnation?”

“Life after death? No, of course not.”

“Then, you don’t think you lived before in a past life?”

“Me living a past life? No, of course not. This, right here, right now, is my only life and I plan to grab it with all the gusto I have.”

“Take a moment to think about it, ponder it, and consider it. Maybe you were reincarnated and don’t even know. Maybe you lived before and that’s why you have hunches and feelings of things that happen, before they happen, because you’ve already experienced them.”

“That’s all bullshit. It’s just a hunch and a feeling,” said Roger with a self satisfied smile, before giving his girlfriend a look, as if she was just another suspect lying to him. “So, is this your idea of scaring me? Newsflash, I’m not scared.”

“If only for just a moment, Roger, imagine that you were reincarnated and lived before.”

“Okay. Why?”

“Don’t question it, Roger, just consider it. Compared to infinite space and eons of time, we are only here but for a mere second. As I truly believe that everyone has been reincarnated, in living through our life’s journey, what you can sort out now about what happened to you in your past will help you with what will happen later in your future. Only you know the answers, Roger. Only you can solve your life’s mystery.”

“Yeah, well, maybe your scare tactic would work on someone who wanted to solve their life’s mystery and on someone who believed they were reincarnated but I don’t,” said Roger. “You’re still not scaring me, Anne.”

“Have you ever had a nightmare so real you thought it was?”

“Nightmare? Yeah, sure, lots of times. I have lots of nightmares. This, right now, with your trying to scare me and us not in bed humping and sweating, is my worst nightmare.”

“Other than the nightmare you seem to be having now, can you describe one of your nightmares to me one?”

“Okay but, to be honest, my nightmares are more sexual fantasies than nightmares. They all involve you dancing around a stripper’s pole and stripping naked in front of me and my friends, before we gangbang you.”

“C’mon, Roger, be serious.”

“Okay, sorry, but I was being serious,” said Roger with a dirty laugh.

“Let me tell you something, Buster, I’m not that kind of girl,” said Anne getting up on her high horse. “I’m no one’s whore, you dig? The only time I’ll be stripping naked and pulling a train is in your perverted dreams,” said Anne pointing a stiff index finger and rolling her eyes. “I’m from Detroit. I’m no one’s fool and no one’s sucker.”

“Gees, Anne. Calm down. I was only making a joke.”

“Now, I’ll ask you again. Have you ever had a nightmare so real you thought it was?”

“Yes. Now that you mention it, I had a nightmare that I was shot and died.”

“Really? Wow. No kidding.”

Anne looked at her boyfriend with shocked horror.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Did you awaken in cold sweats?”

“Yes. Glad to be alive. Happy that it was just a nightmare, I got up and peed, grabbed a beer and stayed up to zone out in front of the TV to watch sports, before watching the sex channel. I watched this beautiful, tall, busty blonde, who looked a lot like you, now that I remember her. She danced around a pole, stripped naked and then–”

“Roger!”

“What?”

“Getting back to your nightmare, were you able to go back to sleep?”

“Sleep? No, I told you already. I got up and peed, grabbed a beer and watched sports and then porn. I finally fell asleep on the couch.”

“Don’t you think it weirdly coincidental that you awakened at the exact moment to stay up to watch TV?”

“Coincidence? What’s coincidental about that? I just had a nightmare and couldn’t get back to sleep, is all.”

“Tell me this, then. Were you afraid that there was someone or something there in the room with you?”

“Afraid? I always have my gun within reach,” he said with a laugh. “Now that you mention it, not so much afraid, but I sensed there was someone or something there. Yeah, it was a little eerie and that unsettling feeling put me on edge enough to get up and look out the window.”

“Sensing that there was someone there, you sensed it correct and your senses, much like animal instincts, were right.”

“Okay, but you haven’t told me something I don’t already know and you’re still not scaring me,” said Roger with a big cheesy grin.

“Have you ever considered that what you experienced wasn’t a nightmare, but something real that happened to you long ago and in another life?”

“You mean I died from a gunshot wound in another life?” Roger looked at his longtime girlfriend, as if seeing her in a different light and seeing her for the first time. “I never considered that, but now you have me wondering. Yeah, maybe, sure, that could have been. We don’t know about stuff like that and may never know about stuff like that.”

“What if you did die from a gunshot wound in a prior life? Doomed to relive the horror through your nightmares, consider that thought. Maybe, your brain saved some clues for you to identify who you were before, to allow you to make the connection to who you are now. Maybe being the detective that you are, your brain saved clues to who murdered you. Maybe you were born again to avenge yourself by finding your killer.”

“Maybe you were my murderer,” said Roger with a cheesy smile.

“The only way I’d kill you is with sex, Roger,” said Anne.

“I’d died a happy man,” said Roger with a wide smile. “Let’s go to bed now with you trying to kill me with sex.”

“Roger, c’mon. I’m trying to scare you.”

“Okay. Go ahead and scare me.”

“Maybe you were a woman in a past life.”

“Definitely,” said Roger with a laugh. “I think I was a woman in a past life. I’ve always had a thing for women. Now that I think about it, I’ve always been lesbian.”

“That’s funny, Roger, only if you were lesbian, I’d think you’d eat my pussy more often.”

“Yeah, well, if I was a woman in another life, I hope I was a woman with big tits. I like big tits.”

“Anyone’s big tits?” Anne shot him a hard look.

“Correction, I love your big tits, Anne. You have a great set of knockers.”

“So, you’re only with me because I have big breasts?”

“No, of course not. Don’t be silly. You give great blowjobs, too.”

“Asshole,” said Anne throwing a pillow and hitting him in the head.

“By the way, I’m still not scared.”

“Don’t worry. You will be,” she said.

“I need for you to take this seriously to work, Roger. I need for you to relax, take a breath, and replay everything that happened to you in your nightmare. If you can recreate what happened in your conscious mind, your hidden memories of a past life may take you on a journey you never imagined possible. It may reveal a past life to you that you never knew you lived. Scary, huh?”

“Scary? No. Disconcerting a little, I admit. Yes.”

“Then, let’s continue. Have you ever had a weird dream you didn’t understand?”

“Sure, lots of them.”

“Was it a reoccurring dream?”

“Yes, I’ve had this reoccurring dream that I’m sitting in the living room with you on Halloween night and instead of us having sex, we’re wasting our precious time together with you trying to fruitlessly scare me.”

“Roger!”

“Okay, sorry. Please continue frightening me,” said Roger with a laugh. “I’m starting to be so afraid.”

“Have you ever had a nightmare you didn’t understand?”

“You mean, like now?”

“Funny.”

“Was it a reoccurring nightmare?”

“Let’s hope not,” said Roger. “Once is enough for me.”

“Roger, c’mon, please?”

“Okay, okay.”

“Maybe, these are more clues that go hand and hand with your dreams and nightmares. Take some time, even if you have to write nonsensical things on a pad. Close your eyes, relax, and, with pen in hand, allow your pen to wander across the page. Let your subconscious show you what it’s thinking. Allow your subconscious to tell you what your soul wants.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

“Do some free writing and free drawing because you never know what that will stir up to the surface from your sub-conscious. Then, take some time to analyze what you dreamed or experienced in your nightmare by what you drew and/or wrote on the paper. What you discover now just may save your life later.”

“Quick. Give me a pen and paper. You’ve stirred something up in my sub-conscious that I need to explore.”

Anne handed Roger a pen and a pad and Roger busied himself sketching and writing, while Anne watched and patiently waited.

“Let me see what you wrote. Let me see what you drew.”

Roger showed her the pad.

“By delving deep in my sub-conscious psyche, I allowed my hand to wander with my mind to reveal what my soul wants and my heart desires.”

“Tits, ass, and pussy. You wrote, tits, ass and pussy,” said Anne holding up the pad and giving him a look, as if he was a bad boy in class. “Tits! You drew tits? All you drew on the paper are tits. That’s all that you have on your mind are tits?”

“No, not just anyone’s tits. Your tits. And I don’t only think of your tits. I think about your ass and your pussy, too. Only, I didn’t know how to draw an ass and pussy, as well as I know how to draw tits. Perhaps, if you could strip naked and pose for me I could–”

“You’re hopeless, Roger.”

“You say that as if there’s something wrong with that. I’m horny, Anne. I need to have sex with you. I need to make love to you. I need–”

“May I continue?”

“Please do, but make it fast. I really, really want to have sex with you.”

“Listen to your inner self because your subconscious thoughts are always trying to tell you something. They know something that your consciousness may not know. Don’t forget that your brain records and stores everything you have ever experienced, every sound, every sight, every smell, every touch, and every taste. Everything you need to know about you is there locked away ready for you to uncover it, rediscover it, and decipher it. It’s up to you to find the key and unlock the secrets of your past lives.”

“So, reincarnation is all that you’re trying to unsuccessfully scare me with? Is this all you have?”

“No, there’s more and it would have been more frightening, had you not asked me to put away the Ouija board,” said Anne with disconcertion. “If you’re having these reoccurring dreams and these disturbing nightmares, then you may be one of the lost souls that have something more to accomplish, before they are allowed to end their journey with the finality of restful days and eternal peace. You need to find out what it is that you need to do, before it’s too late and you can never unravel enough of it to discover it. Obviously, for you to be so disturbed by dreams and nightmares, your brain is trying to tell you something important that you need to know.”

“Blah, blah. This trying to scare me is not working, Anne. Let’s have sex.”

“If you want sex, you have to allow me to finish scaring you or trying to scare you,” said Anne with diminished hopefulness.

“Okay,” said Roger with resignation.

“Have you ever had a psychic experience foretelling of coming events?”

“Strangely enough for me, but yes.”

“Think back. What was the circumstances surrounding that psychic experience?”

“It only happens when I’m alone. It gives me the heebie jeebies when I do.”

“When you talk about it now, do you still get the chills that you got then?”

“A little.”

“Why do you think that is?”

“Dunno,” said Roger with a uncaring shrug.

“Yeah, you were scared, but what else?”

“I really wasn’t scared,” said Roger making a face. “Unsettled more describes how I felt.”

“You can’t explain it, can you?”

“No one can,” said Roger with confidence.

“A coincidence just doesn’t cut it, does it? These are even more clues leading you to the answers that only you possess.”

“Whatever you say, Anne, just so that we can finish this silly game of trying to scare me, so that we can have sex. With all the overtime I’ve been clocking, it’s been more than a week, since we had sex. I need sex.”

“Don’t make the mistake of glossing over it. You must sit and analyze every psychic experience you ever had because what you learn now may help you later.”

“Okay. I’ll start a journal, as soon as I go home,” said Roger rolling his eyes and sighing.

“Did you ever hear the expression that there is a reason for everything?”

“Of course.”

“Well, there is a reason for everything and if you don’t explore the reasons behind your psychic experiences now, they may continue to haunt you later in future lives.”

“I’ll make a note of that on my calendar,” said Roger with a grin. “October 31st, explore the reasons behind my psychic experiences. Is that before or after we have sex?”

“Roger! Be serious,” said Anne staring at her boyfriend for his patient obedience. “Have you ever had a psychic feeling of foreboding danger?”

“I wouldn’t be much of a cop, if I didn’t.”

“Did you listen to the psychic feeling?”

“You call it psychic feelings and I call it my built-in street radar.”

“Were you able to avoid the danger or did you walk right into it, even after suspecting that it was there waiting for you?”

“Duh? I called for backup. The men in blue were there within minutes.”

“How do you feel about that now? If that psychic feeling happened again, would you be more apt to heed it?”

“Always. I’m a cop. You call them psychic feelings and I call them hunches. Making assessments based on my feelings and my police experience is what I do to survive, when out on the street, and how I solve cases, when I’m sitting behind my desk.”

“If you have had these feelings, chances are that you were violated, assaulted, harmed or even murdered in another life. Chances are you knew your killer and chances are you are doomed to repeat what happened to you then, again in this life and in future lives, until, that is, you can figure out what you need to know.”

“I guess that makes sense, more to you, than to me,” he said under his breath.

“Be careful. Take care. Know who your friends are.”

“I do. My fellow cops are my brothers,” said Roger with confidence. “I’d trust any of them with my life and do every day.”

“What is a revelation? Do you know?” Anne looked at him with love.

“Revelation? That’s coincidental that you mention that. That’s so funny. I just had a religious revelation?”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I suddenly saw you with your legs in the air and with you screaming, Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!”

“You’re a funny guy, Roger, but I’m not talking about sex. I’m not talking about religion, the Book of Revelations, nor the Revelations to John. I’m not even talking about communication of knowledge to many by a divine or supernatural agency or am I?” Anne paused for effect.

“You lost me,” said Roger with a disinterested shrug. “And, by the way, none of this is scaring me.”

“I’m not talking about the last book of the New Testament that contains visionary descriptions of Heaven and depicts conflicts between good and evil and of the end of the world or maybe I am,” said Anne persevering.

“Give me a clue. If not about religion, with all the religious connotations you’re making, what in the Hell are you talking about, then?”

“We all fight God’s battle of good versus evil. We’re all immersed in the struggle of God against the Devil. Whose side are you on and why? Think about it, just because, as a good Christian, you go to church every Sunday that does not make you a good person and a loyal soldier in the army of God. It’s those things that you do before and after church that make you either the envoy of the Devil or the soldier of God,” said Anne with the sudden look of a missionary or a cult member.

“Okay, now you’re scaring me with all this talk about God, Christianity, and religion. Not so much scaring me personally, but you’re making me nervous. Hoping you’re not going to make me a human sacrifice, you’re making me wonder if you’re one of those religious zealots, who will stab me in my sleep because you think I’m the devil,” said Roger with a laugh. “Don’t tell me that you’re born again.”

“Keep it up, Roger, and I’ll have my mother come for a visit.”

“Okay, okay, now you’re really scaring me,” he said with a laugh.

“Without having a defined and measured reason, supernatural is something that doesn’t exist in nature. A supernatural phenomenon is that which is not subject to the explanation according to what we know as elements of nature. Supernatural is neither physical nor material relating to supernatural forces, occurrences, and beings, and is something that can’t be explained by our laws of science.”

“You’re not telling me something that I don’t already know and you’re still not scaring me.”

“Our laws of science change with each new discovery from when Columbus proved Greek geographers wrong that the Earth wasn’t flat, to Galileo honing his theories that the earth revolved around the sun, and to Einstein and his theory of relativity that space is infinite and expanding, we can’t tell which are the natural laws of nature and which strange occurrences that beg explanation are supernatural.”

“Speaking of supernatural, I’m happy we’re no longer talking about reincarnation. Now, that we’re on to supernatural shit, at least that’s a bit scarier. I like Sci-Fi stuff.”

“It would have been scarier, had you allowed me to keep the Ouija board out, while talking about reincarnation and supernatural phenomena.”

“Yeah, well, I hate those stupid games. I don’t think they have anything to do with anything supernatural, just evilness.”

“Just because we can’t explain it doesn’t mean that it’s supernatural or evil. It may mean that we don’t have the knowledge to explain it, much like the lost tribes thought it magic the first time they saw a mirror or a Polaroid Instant camera or an airplane,” said Anne.

“That’s true.”

“So, tell me, what does supernatural mean to you? Do you believe in aliens? Do you think that there are other life forms that exist in space and in another galaxy millions of light years away?”

“Is this still part of you trying to scare me?”

“Yes.”

“Are we almost done because, before we get down, dirty, and naked, before we have sex, sex, sex, I’d like a turn in trying to scare you.”

“Yes, we’re almost done and, yes, you may have your turn at trying to scare me, even though you can’t scare me,” said Anne with a laugh.

“Do you think that aliens visited here many thousands of years ago and that is how we have the Bible?”

“Dunno,” said Roger with a shrug.

“Who wrote the Bible?”

“Dunno that either,” said Roger rolling his eyes and making a face.

“Do you believe in miracles or were they just unexplained acts of a race of superior and super intelligent aliens passing through space and time and stopping to visit our planet. Maybe they’re not aliens at all, but us returning to the past from the future.”

“Dunno about aliens, but, I’ve seen enough unexplained stuff to scratch my head over that I believe may be miracles,” said Roger.

“What happens when we die? What’s your opinion? Do you believe that if you’re good that you will go to Heaven and live in harmony and peace and if you were bad you go to Hell and roast in Hell’s fires?”

“I think when we die, we’re dead. Game over. We’re no better than plants, animals, or insects. To think that we’re going to live forever after we die is a sad and mean fairytale that the Catholic church wants us to believe for the sake of donations in their collection plate.”

“Do you really think that life and death is that simplistic? Do you believe that there is no Heaven and Hell and we all return to and become part of the energy that is the universe?”

“Dead is dead. If there is something after death than I’ll embrace that, as I did in embracing life. Yet, until the day that someone can return from the dead, I’m not buying any of that malarkey. Just as I don’t believe that Hell exists, I don’t believe that Heaven exists either.”

“So you believe that you just stop existing and there is nothingness, much like the feeling or lack of feeling you had before you were born.”

“Yeah, I do. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, we return from whence we came and, as an infinitesimal speck, we become part of the universe again.”

“What about reincarnation? Do you think as do the Indians that we come back as another life form? Think about that for a minute, about no longer existing and/or about coming back as another life form. That bug you just squished may have been one of your relatives. Isn’t that a scary feeling?”

“As I said before, I don’t believe in reincarnation and in past lives or in future lives. Stepping on my dead grandmother doesn’t scare me. She’s dead. Besides, my grandmother always said that if she had a choice, she return to live as a dog. She said dogs have it made. All they do is eat, sleep, and play.”

“A person who possess extra-sensory abilities, including clairvoyance, paranormal physic abilities, and precognition, and one who can sometimes communicate with spirits, who is responsive to psychic forces and who possesses above average ESP abilities and who can predict the future is considered psychic. Are you psychic?”

“Nope.”

“Do you know anyone who is psychic?”

“I know some who claim to be, people who helped us to solve old, closed cases,” he said with a shrug.

“Do you believe in psychic ability?”

“Each to their own, so long as they don’t try to force that shit down my throat. There may be some merit to it, enough that our own government explode that with psychics and their ability to see through walls thousands of miles away.”

“Maybe, you’re not psychic at all, but have lived a life before, which is why you have a keener sense, you call hunches, of what will happen before it happens. Maybe, what you are picking up is your prior life, a life that seems so weirdly familiar, as if you were experiencing déjà vu. Maybe, you are doomed to repeat your prior life again and again, until you accomplish the reason why you are here.”

“I haven’t lost any sleep thinking about such things. Truth be told, maybe I’m just a horny cop who just wants to have sex with his girlfriend.”

“Why are you here?”

“Why am I here? You don’t know why I’m here? Gees, maybe that’s my problem. I’m here because I thought we were going to have sex,” said Roger with a shit eating grin and reconsidered what he was going to say next, when Anne shot him an angry look. “Honestly, I don’t know now I’m here.”

“C’mon, Roger. You know what I mean. Why are you here on Earth?”

“I have no idea what you mean, Anne. I just wanna get you in bed naked and then I’ll show you why I’m here.”

“Roger.”

“Okay.”

“Consider that for a moment.”

“Consider what for a moment?”

“Why are you here? Why you? Why now? Why here?

“Dunno. Don’t care. Don’t want to know. Who cares?”

“Your fortune in life, the overall circumstances or condition in life including everything that happens to you is considered luck. Did you know that? Do you believe in luck?”

“I’ve been known to be lucky.”

“What is luck? Do you know?”

“Anne, can we just have sex?”

“Luck is an unknown and unpredictable phenomenon that causes an event to result one way rather than the other, good luck versus bad luck. Good luck leads to a favorable outcome, whereas bad luck leads conversely to an unfavorable outcome. Do you feel lucky? Are you lucky?

“No, not tonight I don’t think I’ll be lucky,” said Roger with a frown. “I thought I was going to get lucky, but–”

“Roger, just allow me to finish trying to scare you. Okay?”

“Boring me to death, is more like it.”

“Pardon?”

“I said, sure, I could use more scare tactics. I might like it.”

“So, you don’t feel lucky? Why? Nothing ever happens to you. You live a boring life. Your life is the same dull life every day with everything status quo. Well, I have news for you, you are one lucky person. Just as nothing good may happen to you, nothing bad has happened to you either and, in my book, that’d living a pretty lucky life and a charmed existence. It’s time to count your blessings.”

“My lucky day was when I found you, baby. I love you, Anne.”

“Oh, thank you, Roger. I love you, too, Roger.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Have you won anything lately? Winning doesn’t always mean winning the lottery and winning gobs of money. Maybe, had you taken that extra step, you would have been hit by a car. Boy, now that was lucky. Maybe had you touched the hand of someone on the train, you would have contracted a disease that would have led to your premature demise from a cold, to bronchitis, to pneumonia. Certainly, it was lucky that you didn’t shake his or her hand. ”

“That’s a scary thing. Wow, what do you know? I’m scared now. Okay. You just scared me. Let’s have sex. Can we just have–”

“Roger,” said Anne shooting him a look. “Maybe that brick perched precariously high overhead would have fallen on your head had you not been delayed by a meeting that ran late. Maybe that plane that you missed, yeah, the one that crashed, well, now you’d have to consider was that luck or was that something else, kismet, fate or circumstance? Does it sound that farfetched? Yeah, well that’s what the people who worked above the 88th floor in the Twin Towers thought on the fateful day on September 11, 2001, before the planes hit and the buildings crumbled and collapsed.”

“I lost a couple of close friends in that thing,” said Roger making the sign of the cross.

“I can’t imagine their horror. I can’t imagine how they felt knowing that they were going to die. Imagine being on the roof and a helicopter was helpless to rescue them because of the wind, the smoke, the fire, and the explosions. Imagine having your only alternative being to jump from the building to your certain death. I can’t imagine.”

“Well, you know, when it’s your time to go,” said Roger with a shrug.

“Speaking of ghosts, do you believe that sacred ground is haunted?”

“Ghosts? Who said anything about ghosts? I didn’t say anything about ghosts, but yeah, I do think when those Twin Towers fell, that place, the entire area, is haunted. Too many people never know what hit them. Gone in an instant, they didn’t even know they were dead..”

“Ah, so you believe in ghosts.”

“No, I didn’t say that–”

“What are ghosts? How do you become a ghost? Yes, of course, by dying, but not everyone becomes a ghost. So, what happened to those who were left behind that became ghosts? Was their portal to their spiritual escape closed?”

“Gees, Anne, it’s nearly ten o’clock and I have the first shift tomorrow. I was at least hoping for a blowjob.”

“Fate is your destiny of what event or events will inevitably happen in the future that decides your overall circumstances or conditions in life. Do you believe in fate and no matter what happens in your life to make us believe otherwise that your life is unalterably predetermined? Why? Or do you believe that you make your own destiny? Why?”

“I have no idea, but I’m sure you’ll tell me,” said Roger rolling his head back and rolling his eyes.

“Everything happens for a reason, you know. You can’t do anything without changing the natural order of things and should you change the past that will affect the future. And if you are able to see the future, you may be able to change the present, in effect changing the past. The reverberation through space and time of change affecting fate is a complex puzzle of what ifs, indeed. Think about it.”

“God help me. I’m too horny to think about anything other than sex.”

“Pardon?”

“I said, I’m thinking about all that you said it and can’t wait what you’ll say next,” said Roger looking at his watch.

“Do you remember when you dated your girlfriend who is now your wife or husband and the love of your life?”

“I thought you told me never to bring up my ex-wife’s name around you.”

“Roger!”

“Okay, okay.”

“You thought it was love at first sight or was it not fate? Was it fate that you should meet like that at the park or the bar or the dance? Or had you experienced all of this and all of her or him in another place and time before and so long ago. Maybe you are souls that drift through time and space and here you are now again to live again and experience one another for the third or fourth time, until you get it right. You’re one of the lucky ones, at least you know why you are here…again.”

“Oh, yeah, I still rue the day I ever met that gold digging bitch.”

“Have you ever had your fortune told? Do you believe in astrological horoscopes? Have you ever partaken in a séance? Have you ever used a Ouija board? Do you believe in ghosts? Do you feel a departed loved one is with you, now? Don’t you just hate that creepy feeling that you get playing on the Ouija board, especially after having a few drinks? Scary, isn’t it?”

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Can we have sex now?”

“No, not yet, Roger. I’m almost done.”

“Okay,” said Roger looking at his watch again.

“It’s dark, it’s late, there’s a full moon outside, are you afraid? Well, you ought to be because through the porthole in that innocuous game called Ouija you just inadvertently unleashed an evil spirit back into the world who is going to give your guardian angels one Hell of a time from allowing him or her not to invade your soul. Look out! He’s standing right behind you.”

“Now, I understand now why you wanted to use the Ouija board as a prop so much, just as I hope you understand why I was so against it.”

“Have you ever looked at a stranger from behind and they turned to meet your stare knowing you were staring at them? Have you ever seen a stranger you knew could be your closest friend if given the introduction and the chance? Have you ever seen a stranger you knew could be your worst enemy if given the opportunity?”

“I’m starting to think that I have a girlfriend that could be my worst–”

“Roger. Stop please. C’mon, I’m nearly done.”

“Okay.”

“Have you had a feeling of déjà vu? Have you ever had an out of body experience? Do you believe in life after death? Do you believe in reincarnation? Do we come back to earth after death in another form? If you do believe that we return to earth after death in another form, what other form do you think we return as?”

“Yes, no, no, no, dunno, honestly, I have no idea. Gees, are we back on the reincarnation thing again?”

“Do you believe in Heaven and/or Hell? What is a guardian angel? Do you have one? Do you have more than one? Do you know who they are?”

“Gees, Anne, if I didn’t believe in Heaven and Hell five minutes ago, I still don’t believe it now. Moreover, if I don’t believe in Heaven, I certainly don’t believe in Angels and/or Guardian Angels. Even though I’m starting to think that this is Hell and you’re the Devil, Hell is beginning to look good to me right about now.”

“What is a soul? Do you have one? Do you have more than one? What is that quiet voice deep inside who is forever talking to us that we call a conscience? Why does it make us feel guilty?”

“Anne, really. Now, you’re scaring me that you may have lost your mind.”

“Do you believe in the struggle of good against evil, the struggle of God and his bright light against the Devil and all of his empty promises? Who do you believe will win? God or the Devil? You or the Devil? Why?”

“I don’t know nor do I care, Anne. I just want to get laid.”

“I’m done,” said Anne taking a sip of her wine and collapsing on the floor.

“You’re done? You’re kidding? You’re done already? Wow, that was really interesting, I mean, frightening. I was really, really scared.”

“Yes, I’m finished and you’re not scared. Unbelievable. You’re such a testosterone filled, big, tough guy.”

“Gees, Anne, I was scared. I was really scared. Now, it’s my turn to scare you. Okay?”

“You can’t scare me, Roger,” said Anne taking another sip of wine.

Roger took his cell phone out of his pocket.

“Hello, Jack? Can you come over to Anne’s house and bring Steve and Mike with you. Five minutes? Great. I’ll see you soon.”

“What are you doing? Why did you call your partner and Steve and Mike. I don’t want Mike in my house. He gives the creeps and Steven is always trying to cop cheap feels of my ass and tits.”

“I know,” said Roger. “Don’t worry. It will be okay. Stand up.”

“Stand up? Why?”

“It’s my turn to torture, I mean, to scare you.”

“You don’t have to scare me. After you called your friends to come over, I’m already scared,” said Anne.

“Just trust me and stand up.”

As soon as Anne stood, Roger grabbed up her dress from her hem and pulled it high over her head, along with her arms. Then, he bunched it together and tied it in a knot.

“Roger! What the Hell are you doing?”

“I’m scaring you.”

“Untie me this instant.”

“No.”

“Roger! I mean it. Untie me now!”

Still terribly horny, Roger had his wicked way with his girlfriend. He felt her tits through her bra and teased out her nipples to erection with his fingertips.

“I just love your big tits,” said Roger feeling Anne’s C cup breasts through her bra.

“Roger, stop groping me. I don’t like being groped.”

He moved around behind her to look at her pink panty clad ass.

“I just love how your ass looks in this panties,” he said taking his big hand and giving her ass a hard slap.

“Ow! Roger, what the fuck! That hurt. That really hurt.”

Then, he kneeled down in front of her to bite her pussy mound.

“I just want to devour your pussy, whenever I see how these panties serves up your pussy mound.”

“Ow, Roger. I can’t believe you bit my pussy.”

“Sorry, I can’t control myself, whenever you wear these pink panties.”

Then, there was a knock on the door and Roger left the room to answer Anne’s front door.

“Roger! Who’s there? Wait! Don’t leave me like this. Untie me. Roger! Roger!”

“Come in, guys. Come in. Anne honey, Jack, Steve, and Mike are here.”

“Roger, you fucking asshole, untie me. Oh, my God, you’re such a dirty bastard. How could you do this to me?”

“Untie you? Why would I untie you? Why don’t I just lift up your bra, instead. Anne’s been trying to scare me for an hour with words. I kept telling her that I was horny. Only, now, I’m over the edge. Would you guys like to see Anne’s tits?”

“Roger, no! Don’t you dare lift my bra,” said Anne cringing away from his touch. “I swear to God if–”

“Look at the size of her tits,” said Roger groping one of Anne’s breasts and then the other. “She has fabulous tits, doesn’t she? Let’s see a show of hands. Who wants to see Anne’s tits?”

“Roger no, enough is enough. Okay? You’re scaring me now. Why don’t you tell your friends to leave and we’ll go in the bedroom, just you and me and I’ll–”

With a swipe of his finger, Roger lifted Anne’s bra.

“Oh, my God, Roger. You’re such an asshole. I’m so embarrassed. How could you do this to me? How could you expose my breasts to everyone? Have you no decency and no respect for me? What the Hell is wrong with you?”

“If you think you’re embarrassed now, wait until I show the guys your pussy,” he said.

“Don’t you dare, Roger, I mean it. I swear to God, if you pull down my–”

“Too late,” said Roger pulling down her panty.

“Oh, my God, Roger. I can’t believe you stripped me naked. You assshole.”

“Who wants to feel Anne’s tits, finger her nipples, and pleasure her pussy?”

“Oh, my God, Roger, no! This is rape. Enough okay? You scared the shit out of me. I’m afraid. You had your fun. You stripped me naked and showed my naked body to your friends. Now, tell them to get the fuck out of here. Show over. Everyone go home.”

“We were hoping to gangbang you, Anne. Wouldn’t you like to fuck and suck four men?”

“I swear to God, Roger, if you touch me, we’re over as a–”

“Are you afraid?”

“Yes.”

“Are you scared?”

“No.”

“No? How can you be afraid and not scared?”

“Because I’m excited. I’m so sexually aroused.”

“Excited? Aroused? Why are you excited and aroused?”

“I’m so wet knowing that your three friends are seeing me naked. Duh? I’m excited that you stripped me naked in front of your friends. I’m excited to be so exposed. Are you going to gangbang me, now? I can’t wait to be fucked by four men. Who wants to fuck me up the ass?”

“Gangbang you? Anal sex? No, I’m not going to gangbang you, Anne. I was only trying to scare you. There’s no one here, Anne, really there isn’t” said Roger untying his girlfriend. “Just me. We’re here alone. No one saw you naked.”

“There’s no one here? Are you serious?”

Roger fluffed down Anne’s skirt.

“See? We’re alone. I was only trying to–”

“Fuck! I thought I was going to be fucked by four men. I thought I was going to be raped and brutalized. I thought you had arranged a gangbang for me. I was so excited. I was so aroused. I was so wet thinking that I was going to suck cock, cock, cock, and cock.”

“C’mon, Anne, you’re scaring me now.”

“Aha! Finally, I scared you, asshole. Now, let’s have sex.”