Sis amplexibus Amor alios mututa memini et amoris in mutationes memini.
May you be embraced by a love beyond recall that alters others
and a love within recall that alters you.
John McNeil’s first statement to the press was in the paper the next day.
“Mr Harris Stevens lured me into his apartment. Once I was in there he accosted me with a sex apparatus. To defend myself I used the taser. I would not have used it if I had not been forced to when forced into this sexually compromising situation. I am not, nor have I ever been, The Stalker.”
The article went on.
“The sex apparatus Mr. McNeil is referring to is a prototype for “Santa-faction” sexbot distributed by Santa’s Sex Toy Shoppe, an online retailer for a large variety of sexual devices. The “Santa-faction” sexbot is a life-like sex doll with movable, usable and functional body parts. It appears that Mr. Stevens had this in his home as part of his job designing Santa’s Sex Toy Shoppe’s online retail services.”
“How functional?” His mother teased.
“Very. Best part is that has a built in video unit that recorded the entire assault. There is no way anyone seeing it will believe he was lured into my condo.”
“Sounds like they’re preparing for a mentally unfit plea to me.” His Dad said.
The next day he felt recovered enough to go the police station where gave his statement and signed it.
“You should have my signature on a rubber stamp.” he laughed.
“Let’s hope this is the last time you’ll have to be here.” Detective Alverez replied. “Repeat offenders are one thing but you are something else. It’s as if you became magnet for trouble.”
“Right, I’m pretty sure my Magneto days are done with now.”
“If McNeil keeps making these wild accusations he’ll only see his kids through bars from now on. Sad. For the kids I mean.” Detective Chiba said.
“What’s the latest? That is, if you can tell me?” Harris asked.
“You mean beside you trying to push him of the balcony? There’s you meeting him accidentally on the street and offering him money to come to your condo for a fake rape scene. Plus there’s the invasion of his privacy by allowing your sex apparatus to record him without telling him he was being recorded. Then there …”
“Enough.” Harris held up his hand.
“The legal aide people want to put a muzzle on him. But he keeps releasing new statements to the press.” Detective Alverez smirked.
“The Crown Attorney assures me there is no way they’ll disallow the recorded evidence. Our tech people are very impressed with how that equipment works.” Chiba gave a little laugh. “Then again, porn has always been cutting edge. If it weren’t for porn the Internet would never have taken off so fast.”
“So I’ve been told.” Harris agreed. “Same goes for places like paypal. Porn wants your money and you want them to get it safely. Thanks to Santa’s Sex Toy Shoppe people can shop for certain special things in the privacy of their own homes.”
“How’s your back?” Chiba asked. “We dropped the ball letting McNeil slip by like that. If it weren’t for your device we might never have gotten there in time.”
“Can we please stop calling it a device. Even the papers are calling it a sexbot.” Detective Alverez said.
“Who cares. Andy saved my life.”
“Oh yeah, one of McNeil’s statement is that when you told the dev … I mean, Andy the sexbot to fuck him in the ass he was in a blind rage and he had no other option but to act in selfdefence.”
“And throw me off the balcony!”
They all laughed.
“I guess my work here is done.”
Harris pressed the doorbell to Alex’s apartment for the second time. He couldn’t hear if it had rang at all. Now that he had passed the curse on, he had to make sure they were both rid of it. This was the last piece of unfinished business he figured he had to deal with. Subway Stalker was behind bars, for now.
When Alex showed up when he was leaving the hospital Harris was surprised at Alex’s concern. But that concern wasn’t genuine it was something forced on him, on them both, by the conditions of the curse.
“Harris, you should have called?” Alex opened the door to let Harris. “I would have washed up first. Or at least dressed better.” He gave a little laugh as he pulled his t-shirt on. “These is my sleepers.” He pulled at the waist of his sweat shorts.
“No problem.” Harris stepped past him and went up the narrow stairs. “I just left the police and thought I might as well drop by while I feeling up to it.”
“Glad you did.”
Harris sat on the couch and watched Alex as he went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. He felt nothing. He didn’t get the sexual flash he had all other times with Alex. When Alex sat next to him he reached over and touched Alex on the forearm. Nothing came to him. None of the images of Alex sucking him off. Nothing.
“We’re free of it.” He sipped his coffee.
“Free?” Alex said.
“The curse. When I touched you what did you feel.”
“Your hand on me.”
“Nothing more. You didn’t feel turned on at all, did you?”
“Great. Now we can get back to our normal lives. Not that meeting you wasn’t … well … it wasn’t something I had ever planned.”
“Same here. You make it sound like something you wish hadn’t happened.”
“You’re right there. I wish it hadn’t. All the time I was with you I was wishing it hadn’t happened. The idea of sex with a man was so far from what I wanted but I couldn’t stop it. It’s over now.”
“You say that as if you think I liked it!” Alex got up. “Men were never on my list either you know. There was times when I wanted to beat the crap out of you, out of myself to see that would get rid of this itch. It wasn’t my fault, you know.”
“If you are expecting some sort of apology from me, it’s not going to happen. You think I’d picked you to get drawn to me by this curse. I’m sure you’re thinking ‘Why not. It’s not such a big thing for guys to mess around with each other.’ Maybe it isn’t to them but sure isn’t to me.”
“Look I didn’t sign up for this either ya know. Ya think I’m thrilled to have this … need to touch ya. To have this feeling for a guy. Well, I don’. Ya know that. It doesn’t help when all ya do is act as if it’s some sort of fuck up and that this shit is my fault.”
“I get that Alex. When I refused you, you know what happened. That pain here.” He tapped his chest. “I thought I was having a heart attack.”
“Yeah, so did I.”
“But I didn’t. You see what I mean? I said yes to stop the pain not because I wanted to have anything to do with you.”
“That’s why you said we could meet?”
“Right. I came to your place to clean your monitor only to see if that would satisfy the curse.”
“You kissed me easy enough. You wanted something then. I could tell.”
“I’ll say it again, it’s not going to happen. Not ever. Not the way this curse wants it to happen. We got naked that once that’s it.” He took two steps back from Alex. There was no pain caused by his refusal. “Try it. Take a step away. Say it’s not going to happen.”
“No! I’m not going back down like that. I …”
“Look, get it through your thick skull I didn’t pick you. I don’t pick any of the women. The curse puts people in my path. If I had a choic,e it certainly would never be another guy especially one …” Harris stopped before he could say ‘a guy as dumb as a bag of hammers’ …. “One who could beat the crap out of me.”
“Then why you try to have it both ways. Ya can just say fuck off ya know.”
“I … we tried that, remember. I just told you I thought I was having a heart attack.”
“Right, so did I. Then what are gonna do?”
“I know what we aren’t going to do – we’re going to keep our pants on for starters. Got that.”
“Yeah. I never get this feeling for any other guy. I see lots of good-looking ones all around but only you make me feel this way.”
“It’s not me. It’s sure not my looks. It’s not you. It’s this curse I tell you. I’m only talking to you now because of it. You think I’d, say, strike up a conversation with you at Story. What would we talk about?”
“I dunno. I thought you were starting to like me, a little. Must be something we have in common.”
“Nothing beyond ‘what can I get you.’ ”
“That all you see me as.”
“Alex if it weren’t for this curse I wouldn’t be seeing you as anything at all. You’d be like part of the decor.”
“Fuck you. I’m not … not … wallpaper. Just because I don’t know about fucking comic book idiots you think I’m stupid. right?”
“Now that you mention it. Yeah. Just like you think I should be flattered because buff bozo like you would want to touch a fat slob like me. Right.”
“Sure.” Alex pulled off his shirt. “What’s not to like?”
“I’m not turned on. Not one little bit. Can’t you get that much through your little skull.”
“What are you afraid of? Liking it or not liking it?”
“Look I don’t owe you any explanation. Because I didn’t ask for this to happen between us, doesn’t mean I have to go along with it or even like that its happened. Get it.”
Alex grabbed Harris by the head and shoved him to his knees. Held him there while he dropped his sweat pants. He pushed his cock at Harris’s mouth.
“Suck it! That’s the only way we’ll know it’s really over.”
Harris struggled and feel to his back. Sprawled out, he undid his pants and tugged them so his cock was free, “No! Big boy. Why don’t you chow down of this instead? That’s what’ll break this curse.” He shook his cock and balls. “Appetizing? Afraid you might like it?”
Alex yanked his sweat pants up.
“That’s not going to happen, is it.” Harris got to his feet and did his pants up. “Not so keen after all. Now you know how I feel.”
“Yeah. You said all you came to say?”
“Yes. You don’t seem too happy about it though?”
“I’m not sure how I feel about any of this.”
He went down the stairs with Harris.
“Take care.” Harris reached out to shake Alex’s hand.
“Fuck you.” Alex let the screen door slam shut.
Harris breathed a sigh of relief and headed for the subway. Thank God that is all over and behind him now.
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