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To say that Thomas Wetter knew what he was doing would be incorrect. When he showed up at this front door to find a box with his address, but not his name should have given him a clue. Thomas was shorter than the average man with brown hair and brown eyes, and legs that showed he went for a jog every morning. Every night he worked at a comedy club telling jokes and making sure the customers keep coming to laugh. So when he got back from his jog and finding a box that was one foot by one foot by four inches sitting in front of his door he did what any normal person would do, he picked it up and went inside.
His house was small and if is parents didn't leave him the house he wouldn't keep it. There were two bedrooms, a den that is now his library, a nice kitchen, a large living room, and a large bathroom. This and a basement that with the Michigan's water table where it will always be is still only concrete floors and walls, but a storage and pantry if nothing else. Thomas tossed the box on his kitchen table, and took a shower. When that was all done and the newspaper was out before him Thomas took a look at the box.
The box was brown with no markings on the outside and packaging tape to close it. The name on the box was F. Hart, and since Thomas and his family had lived in the house for twenty-five years there was no such person named F. Hart ever lived there in a quarter of a century. The ink that made up the name was black, and hand written, but that didn't give a clue. Now Thomas was no idiot, and in the twenty-nine years of his life he learned a trick or two. Thomas took a knife and cut a small hole in the side of the box. The hole exposed a foam peanut, and Thomas picked it out. What Thomas saw underneath confused him? From the limited light he could see what looked like stone. Thomas cut away the rest of the tape and opened the box.
Buried in foam peanuts was a round stone disk. The disk was the size of a dinner plate, gray, and about an inch thick. One side was smooth and assumed the bottom, the edges were bare of anything, but the top had what looked like a compass-rose. At what would have been the North and South points, or East and West points were two stones sticking up out of the disk. One was a light green almost glass like, smooth and sparkles, and the shape of half an egg. The other stone was orange and looked like the same glass like substance, and it too was in the shape of half an egg.
Thomas grabbed the green stone and wiggled it. In a second the stone came out in his hand. Thomas looked at it, turning it over and over in his hand, and then put it down on the table and pulled out the orange stone. As if it were all natural Thomas put the two stone halves of an egg together. They pulled themselves together like they were magnets. This pleased Thomas and pulled them apart to allow them to be pulled back together.
Thomas looked up at his wall clock and saw that the second hand had stopped. Cursing the dumb battery Thomas put down the now whole egg he went off to get another AA battery for the clock. Thomas pulled down the wall clock and pulled out the old battery from the back of the clock and put in the strait from the package battery. When Thomas turned the clock around to set the time with the digital clock off the microwave he noticed that the time from the wall clock exactly matched the microwave. How could that be? Could the second hand be broken, and the other hands still are working? This seemed like the most reasonable answer, but not plausible. So with time to kill Thomas sat down to read the paper and see if the minute hands moved over time.
Unconsciously Thomas started to play with the stones with one hand. Slipping his thumb between the stones and then letting themselves pull together again. Well a page of the newspaper went by, and Thomas looked up to see the clock, and the hands had not moved at all, but the second hand did. This was more and more confusing. Then still looking at the clock Thomas slipped his fingers between the stones again, and saw the second hand move one tick. Thomas almost shit his pants. He pulled the stones apart again and saw the second hand start to move again, but when he put the stones together the second hand stopped.
Thomas jumped up and went outside. Now Millett, Michigan is not a quiet city, especially in the summer, it is so close to Lancing that sound seems to only be magnified by the distance, there is no way that outside could be as quiet as it was. When Thomas looked up he saw a bird in mid flap of its wings. The laugh that Thomas emitted was deep and full of evil possibilities.
Thomas saw a parking spot at the local Wall-Mart, but there was some dick in an SUV was going to get it before him. If Thomas had the use of both of his hands he would have slapped himself with one, but since he didn't he used the other hand to connect the stones into the egg. Thomas pulled smoothly into the space and when he got out he separated the stones. The SUV stopped just in time so as not to hit Thomas's little black Ford Mustang.
The Wall-Mart was not crowded at all for nine-thirty in the morning, and Thomas strolled in and put the stones together. Almost like dancing he slipped around people and to the cash registers and past the frozen people working them. The 'no sale' button still worked and the cash drawer popped out with ease. Thomas did this to all twelve registers and was quite happy to put himself right back where he was and pulled the stones apart with over eight-hundred dollars in his pocket. The main reason why Thomas was there was to get some silly string for his act, but the money was nice.
On the way back from the toy department with three cans of the spray foam Thomas was stopped cold in his tracks. There was a former girlfriend of his standing in the pharmaceutical department. Many years ago Thomas went out with Patricia Nickel, and just before he was going to ask her to marry him she dumped him like a load of garbage. She hadn't changed over the years she still had the long blond hair with highlights, blue eyes, very tall almost six feet, a tight ass, and her breasts were good handfuls. She displayed this with her white tank top and short jeans shorts. Thomas quickly put the two stones together.
"A gift from the Gods? I do believe so. Don't you my dear Madam Nickel," Thomas said to the frozen form. "What to do, what to do I wonder? Should I shave off all your hair, no that would not be good. Should I sick something up your ass? Like the foot you put up mine, but I'm not bitter. Oh I have an idea." Thomas reached over and pulled out a box and opening the box pulled out the tube from inside. "I think that a little bit of cool rub on say your nipples," Thomas said pulling up Patricia's tank top and her bra to expose the pink nipples. He squeezed some of the clear gel on his fingers and started to rub the gel on Patricia's nipples. "Okay, I'm not done yet," Thomas said to the human statue putting the bra and top where they were, "now for something for the carpet." Thomas looked around, "Ah, ha you're going to love this. Okay I'm going to love this." Thomas pulled out a box with a tube inside of Ben-Gay, the heat rub. "Now don't think that this reflects on my attitude towards the world," Thomas said unbuttoning the jeans, "just you. Ah, pink panties how nice, and off they go! Let's see if you still shave, and yes you do. This is going to be great." Thomas squirted some of the cream onto his fingers and started to rub it into Patricia's pussy. "Work it, work it isn't that what you always said, not that I care anymore. I'm not bitter! Okay that should do it." Thomas pulled up the panties again and then the jeans shorts and put himself in a position where he would watch the fun.
Thomas pulled apart the stones. It took Patricia a second to realize that something was wrong. She took a step and discreetly put a hand to her chest, and one to her waist. Patricia tried to walk to the bench that was near by, but with every step the heat kept building, and the coolness too increased. With a big smile Thomas went and paid for his purchase.
There was one more stop that Thomas wanted to make before going to the club to set up for his act, Kohl's department store, he needed a new tie. But first he needed to raid the registers first. With the stones together Thomas went to the first register, and there was a worker taking money from a waiting lady. The worker was short and dumpy, but the customer was tall with brown hair and a thin form.
Well Thomas had to move the worker out of the way to get at the register, and he needed both hands for that so he set the stones on the customer's hand. He said to the living mannequin, "Here hold this for a second will you, and masturbate, and cum, and spread it all over your face while you are at it." This was just Thomas's personality and didn't think anything of it while he increased his funds.
When the registers were sufficiently lighter Thomas took his place and pulled apart the stones. Thomas strolled down to look at the ties when he heard something coming from the registers up front. He looked up there and saw an amazing sight. The customer with the brown hair had her shorts down and her fingers working at her cunt. When she released her built up internal pressure she started to spread the glistening substance all over her face. Thomas closed the mouth he didn't even know he had opened. That woman did everything that he told her to do.
Thomas quickly put the two stones together again and went over to the frozen woman coming down from an intense orgasm. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, her panties were around her knees and be damned where her pants were. He looked intently at the woman and said into her ear, "you will stand up recite the Pledge of Allegiance." Thomas took a few steps back and pulled apart the egg. The woman once again started to breath in and out, but all she did was lay on the floor and spread the cum all over her face. Thomas frowned. She wasn't telling everyone how great the USA was. That's when it occurred to Thomas that this woman did what he told her to, when she was touching the stones.
With the egg once again whole Thomas pressed it against the brunet's temple and said, "You will jump up, rip open your blouse, and yell out 'I love my tits.' After this is done you will forget everything that has happened since paying the cashier."
Thomas stepped back and put each stone in a separate pocket. The woman whom was just moments ago in the thralls of an orgasm jumped up strait as a pin and screamed at the top of her lungs, "I love my tits!" When next she drew her breath she blinked and looked around. She didn't know why her blouse was torn or where her pants were. Thomas went back and looked for a tie.
The comedy club was more of a bar where people choked on drinks, but it did pull in good money, and Thomas was happy there. To have half drunk people laughing at his stories or little demonstrations just gave him a thrill that felt good down deep. There was a small one step stage with a microphone and hot lights that showed everyone where to look. Three dozen wooden chairs and tables made a half circle around the stage, and just beyond the tables was the bar where people could get drinks and then sit down and laugh. The rest of the day went fine just setting up the different props needed for not only his act but also the four other comedians for the night. Hulling in the cases of liquor and the barrels of beer was the upper body workout that Thomas couldn't get from his jog in the morning. Thomas was also the maintenance man for the club so he had to fix the speakers on south side of the club, and then there was the compressor that always needed worked on.
Thomas went on third on the list of comedians to go up, so when he was done with his nearly hour and half long act it was nearly ten at night. The night hadn't done much to cool down the heat that had built up in the light hours of the day, but that didn't seem to mater to Thomas. A few years back Thomas got in a wreck, a rather bad one, going from the club to his home. It was dark and the other car didn't have his lights on, but ever since then Thomas was always a little paranoid about driving at night. This didn't even come into Thomas's mind when he put the two stones together.
He smoothly pulled out of the club's parking lot, but he had not gone more than two blocks on the frozen roads when he saw her. She was a thin short black woman in a thin flowered dress, and in her unmoving hands she held onto a small baby. This may not have been anything important, but since there was a frozen car directly in front of the woman, it was. The front end of a lime green Mercury was dipped so close to the road it might have been touching it. The tires had thrown up a cloud of smoke and black bands behind them. The drive's face was one of shock and pain that he had yet to cause. Thomas stopped his car to parallel the frozen green death machine, and he got out. Thomas looked at the near dead woman and simply picked her up, and carried her to the sidewalk, that she was apparently trying to get to, and put her down on her feet. The look of horror for her child was still on her face, but Thomas was smiling, he saved a life.
Thomas didn't separate the stones there, too noticeable, but he went to his home to do such. Before Thomas took the stones apart he left them together to think about what he should do. He didn't have a clue. On one side the stealing of money was wrong, and saving a person's life was right. On the other side leaving the money would be right, but letting a person die would be wrong. Thomas just sat there with no real thoughts going through his head. About an hour of frozen time Thomas stood up and pulled the stones apart. He got out the stone disk and put the orange one in it's spot, and the green one in the other.
The search was not fruitless, but it took forever. Thomas put the police radio on the stone disk between the two colored stones. In Thomas's mind he couldn't let a person die, but he shouldn't go out and steal, so Thomas would wait for the police announce a possible murder or murder suspect and help out the police. This way Thomas wouldn't have the stones with him when he went out to say shopping, but if he heard about a crime off of the police radio then he would be in a position to help. Thomas would help, not as a hero, but another arm of the law.
This lasted all of ten hours. Early the next morning Thomas was listening to the police radio and heard about a standoff between the police and a well-armed individual. Apparently the domestic terrorist also had hostages with him, and threatened to kill the hostages if the police didn't back off. Thomas quickly put the two stones together and got to the scene just in time to stop a bullet from hitting a little girl in the face. Picking up and put the hostages outside of the ranch style house was the easy part, the hard part was getting the guns out of the man's hands. When this was done, and the guns were frozen in mid-flight to the front lawn Thomas felt confident to go home again.
It was on the way home Thomas saw her frozen at the gas station filling her convertible. In the heat of the summer she was wearing a tube-top that held up her very ample breasts. Her blond hair with even lighter highlights fell over her face to give it a golden frame. Her tight jeans hug her well-defined legs and hips like a second skin. The heeled shoes added to her tall height. Her skin showed that she had spent some time out in the sun, but not much.
The squealing tires were the only sound in the frozen world. Thomas got out of his car and rushed up to the woman. For a long time Thomas stood before the woman almost as still as she, finally he moved. Thomas looked around as if to look to see whom was watching and then the looking turned to a shaking of his head realizing the futility of the action. He pulled out the egg shaped stones and pressed it to the side of her head. He spoke a few commands to her and then returned the stones to his pocket. Again a futile look around for any witnesses Thomas got back into his car and went home.
That night Thomas was nervous waiting to on stage for his act. He kept glancing at the front door. A half an hour before he was to perform his act she entered the comedy club. She was dressed in a form fitting black dress and just as lovely. Following the blond woman was another woman. She was shorter with dark black hair. She had an Asian look to her face with slightly narrower eyes and an oval face. She was even thinner than the blond she followed. Her breasts were small but stood out and under her sweater it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Thomas was almost as attracted to her as the blond.
Thomas pulled out the two separate stones and made them one, and then walked around the frozen people and approached the wet dream of a duo. Thomas quickly put the stones to the Asian and spoke commands to her, "You will fall into a mindless trance whenever you hear the words 'The cow became a fish.' In this mindless state you will obey any command given you without question and any command given in this state you will also follow when you are no longer in that state of mind." Thomas moved the stones away from the dark beauty's head and walked back to where he was before and separated the stones.
When Thomas was announced for his act the blond raised her head in a new and more attentive state. She followed Thomas with her eyes and thought that this man was the sexiest man she had ever seen in her life. She licked dry lips thinking of how she could possibly get this man into bed with her. Thomas's act was a new one with brighter jokes and ones that the drunks could get. His sight gags were not complicated, but just enough to wonder to keep it interesting to get the joke at the end. The people laughed, as they should, and were entertained by the hour-long performance. When Thomas stepped down from the stage he was met with applause and the blond woman.
"Hi, I'm Kristin," the blond said to Thomas sticking out her hand.
"Hi, I'm Thomas," Thomas said grasping her hand. Kristin felt a little thrill run through her body when their hands touched. Thomas smiled when he saw the command he gave her worked. She would get a little sexual charge when their bodies touch.
"Would you join my friend and I for a drink?" Kristin said with the hopes that he would. In her mind if he accepted her offer that was one step closer to getting him in bed.
"Thomas this is Lisa, Lisa this is Thomas," Kristin said introducing Thomas to her friend with dark hair.
"I loved your act," Lisa said extending her hand.
"Thanks I try my best," Thomas said in thanks sitting down.
"Can I get you a drink?" Kristin asked ready to get Thomas drunk enough to take him to bed.
"Well I'm driving home so if you want can you get me a Coke?" Thomas asked.
Kristin kept the smile on her face, but inside she was screaming no. "Sure I'll be right back," Kristin said walking off to the bar.
"She's nice," Thomas said to Lisa.
"I think that she likes you," Lisa said with a knowing smile.
"Really, the cow became a fish," Thomas said expecting the response. Lisa's mouth first became slack and then closed as her eyes lost their glow and looked strait ahead. She sat there not thinking and just waiting for commands.
"Lisa you will become sexually attracted to me, and with every sip of my drink you will become hornier and hornier, now wake up," Thomas said and Lisa became alive again.
"What did you say," Lisa asked blinking her eyes furiously.
"What does Kristin like in a guy?" Thomas asked not caring about the answer.
"Well he has to be funny, which you fulfill," Lisa said.
"Are you two talking about me?" Kristin said coming up with Thomas's drink.
"We could," Thomas said. He took a sip of the dark liquid and watched Lisa's reaction. She saw this funnyman intake some of the sugar water and for some reason she felt her loins grow warm. Her eyebrows twitched in reaction to this, and her hands went to between her legs to feel the warmth was true. "Thank you for the drink," Thomas said to Kristin.
"Is there anything else I can do for you?" Kristin said trying to be forthcoming.
"Well you could tell me what you do for a living," Thomas said taking another sip of his drink.
"Oh I work at a newspaper," Kristin said scooting her chair over closer to Thomas.
"A reporter?" Thomas asked.
"Ha, sorry everyone says that. No I am an editor for the business section. It pays rather well," Kristin said licking her lips.
Thomas took another sip of his drink and Lisa again reacted. Lisa felt like her pussy was on fire. She longed for her dildo back at her apartment, but for the moment she slyly put a finger around her panties and into herself. She tried to keep her face in check, but was noticed. "Lisa are you all right?" Kristin said with concern.
"I think that it is rather hot in here," Lisa said removing her finger.
"Well I need to go home and get some rest for tomorrow night," Thomas said standing, "if you two ladies want to walk out with me?"
Kristin saw her chance at having him start to slip away, but then she had an idea, "well if you are going home could you give us a ride back to our place. We took a cap here." Lisa gave Kristin a look of confusion. The two ladies drove to the club in Kristin's car.
Thomas took a long gulp of his drink to empty it and Lisa almost came at that point, but thankfully the chair she was sitting on rescued her weak knees. "Sure," Thomas said, "But one of you has to sit in the back seat."
Thomas's car was not really meant to carry more than two people, but Lisa was just able to squeeze into the two back seats. There with the two front seats blocking their view of her current activity between her legs. Thomas started to engine and pulled out onto the street. "So where do you live?" Thomas asked.
"Well I don't have to go home right away," Kristin said resting her hands on his arm.
"True, but what about Lisa?" Thomas asked.
"Hey Lisa," Kristin said, and when Lisa didn't respond she said her call again, "hey Lisa."
"What," Lisa said being distracted from her very important procedure.
"Do you want to go back to Thomas's place?" Kristin asked confused by her friend's absentmindedness.
It was as if finally getting a complicated program to run. Lisa realized that what she really wanted was to have sex, wild sex, and Thomas was right there. "S-sure," Lisa as able to say.
"So it is agreed that we are going back to my place," Thomas said with a smile, "ground level high-rise." Kristin's eyes went wide and then lost their glow. She looked forward at the rapidly moving road. Her mind was blank. "Hey Lisa," Thomas said not turning around, "the cow became a fish."
Lisa stopped rubbing through her panties and her mind went blank. "Okay ladies," Thomas said, "you both want me to fuck you senseless. You want me to ram my rod in you over and over. You will not be able to get enough sex with me. You will hunger for it, and no other man will be able to fulfill your need. Now you will become hornier and hornier with each streetlight we pass. Now wake up."
The two ladies started to move again and blink like they had new contacts. Thomas knew the rout backwards and forwards from the club to his house, and he knew the exact number of every street light. Kristin gave a little jump when they passed the first streetlight, and let out her breath with perused lips. Thomas looked over at the beautiful blond, "Something wrong?"
"No, no," Kristin said trying to sneak her hands down between her legs, "just a little static electricity."
In Thomas's mind he was thinking that it was some other electricity. Another streetlight and both ladies gave a little gasp. Streetlight after streetlight and the ladies felt warmer and warmer, hornier and hornier as the street went away underneath. The two women didn't even realize that they had parked in a driveway when the engine was shut off. Thomas looked over at the two sex machines as their eyes were closed and their nipples were erect. "You're not starting without me, are you?" Thomas said and the two ladies opened their eyes from their preoccupation.
The two ladies staggered into the small home and Thomas turned on the air-conditioner. The bed was just big enough for the three of them to share. While he was driving his dick into Kristin he was playing with Lisa's breasts. The sweat poured out of them and the air-conditioner did little to cool down the heat the drove the women on. In and out, in and out Thomas road Lisa like a rodeo performer. The licking and sucking of Kristin's breasts just made them more delicious. Hours went by and finally the three of them had burned themselves out to the point that sleep was the most active pose they could muster.
Deep in sleep Thomas had a dream. He stood naked in the circular white light with deep darkness all around. Three hooded figures standing half in and half out of the light surrounded Thomas in a triangle.
"Thomas Wetter you were not intently given the power of the stones," said one of the hooded figures.
"You have performed acts of both kindness and evil," said another.
"We neither condemn nor condone the deeds that you have done," said the third.
"That is why we are not going to fix anything that you have done, but we will not allow it to continue," said the first figure once more.
The dream faded to darkness and Thomas woke up with a start. His head resting on Kristin's shaved pelvis he quickly raised it from there. He went scurrying around on the floor looking for his pants. When he finally found them he searched the pockets for the stones and lacked the vial green and orange minerals. He ran buck-naked to his kitchen and found the police radio resting on his kitchen table and not on the stone tablet. With head hung low Thomas walked back to his bedroom and found two very beautiful women awake and waiting for him to rejoin the fun.
The End