To Whom It May Concern: by M.J. Garrett (top novels txt) 📖

old couple that just moved out of the house across the street and the other lamp from a group of college kids that attended school in a neighboring town.
She replaced the blue lampshade that had the local college mascot printed on it with a maroon lamp shade that she found beside a dumpster at the carwash just down the street. She placed duct tape on the inside of a hole and colored the exposed white sticky circle of tape with red magic marker. When the light was on, you could see the small square piece of duct tape cast its shadow on the wall.

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Walking back over to her house, the wind begins to pick up and clouds begin to hide the sun from the streets. Her apartment becomes dark and her head begins to ache. She sits on her couch and squeezes her forehead with both hands. “What’s going on?” she asked herself. She tilts her head back to rest on the couch and the room begins to spin. Closing her eyes, her head gets heavy as if she had way too much wine. Her ears begin to ring as a flash of bright light awakens her.

As she stands up from the couch, the black leather sticks to her hot skin. She looks around the room trying to come to grips with the new environment. The room is slow and blurry as she squeezes her eyes shut, only to be somehow transported back to her plaid couch. The skin on the back of her shoulder begins to burn as the ink of a tattoo begins to come to light.

She quickly stumbles her way to the bathroom mirror and examines the tattoo. Rubbing the ink and sore skin, she looks at herself in the mirror. She stares at herself in confusion and turns the water on and splashes her face, trying to wake up from this odd dream.

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This is how it starts. Is it the calling of God or the call of the Devil? Who knows? A calling none the less…definitely a purpose. This urge to fix the problems of the world stirs in your stomach and power begins to fill your veins like a shot of heroin. Time stands still. The power to enter someone’s life and change it, the power to grant life or death, the power to be the judge and jury.

The first time is always the worst. You lose your senses and you lose reality. It’s a door to the unknown that can’t be closed. Once chosen, you are alone. Yyou are the angel of life…the angel of death. For whose side? That’s the unknown.

Your little secret. Your capability to see the world through a different lens. You’re capable of seeing the past, present, and future through the eyes of the innocent and guilty alike. A curse? Maybe.

I wish I could say that there is a rule book, maybe some sort of guidance, but not in my case. Time slows down and the wind blows. There you are; watching the most horrible of things happen to the most innocent of victims. When it’s all said and done, you are looking at yourself in the mirror. Your reflection reveals the good and the bad alike. Your better or worst half? Who knows; but you are alone, left to deal with your dreams. Left to deal with your reality.

Your body gets marked with ink; the unreadable marks that are not for you to understand. Everything goes quiet and then you wake up. Back to reality. Back to routines. It’s how I keep my sanity.


CHAPTER 8

It has been years since I’ve talked to my brother. I guess it has been too long. His presence wasn’t always welcome at our house while growing up. He moved out when he was 17 and he’s been into nothing but trouble ever since. He’s been in and out of jail for robbery, public intoxication, disturbing the peace, and laundry list other charges. My adopted parents had a reputation in our town for being great parents. And they were! I guess when you take in troubled kids off the streets, it’s only a matter of time before the one bad apple reveals itself. My brother, by all accounts, was the bad apple. I think our childhood being robbed from us had a lot to do with it. I guess when you don’t have a childhood growing up…when you grow up, you find one. At least that was the case with him. But he is family, at times, he was my only family.

I can’t help but remember one of the last moments we shared before he left. There was this incredibly beautiful girl that I was dating when I was 15. We had been dating for several months and our relationship looked like it was turning toward a sexual crossroads. At the time, I was still a virgin and I wasn’t for sure about her. She was younger than me and I didn’t want to be compared to her other boyfriends if she had slept with them.

While alone in my room we began to kiss. Her tongue felt amazing in my mouth as her hands softly touched my neck and slowly moved to my chest. My heart was racing as she began to un-tuck my shirt. My breathing became heavier as I wrapped my arms around her and began to pull her shirt up; touching her bare back. My hands slowly made their way up until I found her bra strap. I unfastened her silk bra as she grabbed my belt, unlatched it, and then dropped it on the floor. I could feel her breath on my face as it became deeper and more intense. She began to unbutton my pants and slid her cold hand into my underwear. Standing there, hard as rock, I moved my hands from around her back and slid them under her unfastened bra. Her nipples and small breast felt soft and amazing. I could feel her breath leave her body as she gripped me harder and began to slowly stroke me.

“Is this what you like?”
Out of breath, I shyly squeaked out, “Yeah.”
“I want you inside of me.” She whispered in my ear.
“Yeah” I said again in a high pitched voice of uncertainty.

At this point my inexperience had to be showing. Thoughts were running through my head at a mile a minute. Does she have a condom…how do you use a condom…what the hell is a condom? Has she been with someone else…are they bigger and better than me…how does this work…when are my parents coming home? Every thought you can think of…I thought. I started to lower my hands from her breast to her stomach and I began to unfasten her pants as she softly bit my bottom lip. Then she whispered something that I’ll never forget.

“I don’t want you inside there…not yet.” She then pulled away from me, looked me in the eye as she bit her bottom lip, and then pulled my inexperienced package out of my wet spotted underwear. She gracefully dropped to her knees and began to softly stroke me again. As I felt the warmth of her mouth, this tingling sensation began to overtake my senses. My mouth opens as my eyes intensely shut and I could feel the 15 years of sexual oppression begin to fill her mouth.

To Whom It May Concern:
I have no clue what to do. If you could just give me a little advice on what to do, that would be really nice.

P.S. This is definitely not her first time.


As soon as I begin to explode in her mouth, my brother opens the door and yells, “Holy Shit!!” Startled by the abrupt interruption, I pull out of her mouth, covering her face and chest with my salty man juice. I sat down on my bed convulsing from my first orgasm, as she stood up and calmly wiped her face. As gross as it sounds…that was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen! My brother, to this day, has never let me forget that he was there for my manhood ceremony. She, on the other hand, wiped her face with her hands and licked her fingers clean.

Laughing to myself, I pull into my driveway and notice that my garbage can was filled with someone else’s trash. Not paying any real mind to it, I walked from the car to the porch and count every step. Twelve. Twelve steps from the car to the door, including the 3 steps up to the porch. As I pushed the key into the lock, I notice that my mailbox was open and there was no mail…but my cigarettes have been opened. I calmly look around to see if there was anything different when I noticed the young lady next door closing her curtain. “I see she smokes menthol.”

I make my way inside when I notice the print of someone’s forehead against the window. Worried, I quickly enter the house to check for any noticeable changes. Nothing.


CHAPTER 9

I stood at the smoking area in front of the movie store, enjoying my first cigarette of the day. I don’t get out much, but I try to afford myself some time. I noticed that I had parked next to my neighbor’s car. I didn’t recognize her at first, but she waited in her car. I have never really had a chance to talk to her. She was a very attractive young lady. I wanted to see her get out of the car. I wanted to see what she looked like outside of her kitchen window. I wanted to see her body, her smile, the color of her eyes…everything. I was somewhat mesmerized by the sight of her. I looked at her for a second, but it felt like 10 minutes. I hoped she didn’t think of me as staring at her and I certainly hoped she would get out of that car sooner than later. I’m already halfway done with this cigarette.

She pushed the car door open with her foot until the un-greased door creaked and bounced back at her. She stopped the door with her flawless manicured bare foot. She then tucked her foot back into the car and revealed it again with a pink thong sandal. She stepped out of the vehicle and softly closed the door. She then turned her back to the car, and with her butt, aggressively pushed the car door shut. As she walked towards me and the entrance door, the morning sun formed a perfect silhouette of her body and her shadow stretched all the way to my feet. As she stepped onto the side walk, her car door popped and slowly opened about 3 inches. She stopped, looked at me for a second, and turned to verify that