Nightingales #1 Love Is a Sickness and a Drug
Crazy Love, Truths and Lies - I had to go out into the forest, when it was a full moon — naked …
“Your turn, Gen. What crazy things have you done because of love?” Jane asked as she grabbed the bottle and poured herself another large glass of Italian red.
I laid back on her bed in just my undies. A few of us were having a girlie truth or dare night — wine, pyjamas and of course the conversation got round to love.
“And… where are your bloody Jim-jams?” Jane moaned. “Anne and I do not want to put up with your over sized tits sprawling out all over the place. Not to mention your underwear doesn’t even match!”
“You’re just jealous. I’ll put them on in a minute. I wanna send a selfie of my cleavage to Ted first.”
Picking up my phone, I shook back my long curly hair and quickly took a snap.
“Come on, Gen. Don’t evade the question, or you will have to go and kiss old Mr Roberts from across the street, for your dare.”
Pushing my head into the pillow, I looked up at the ceiling and put my hand down the front of my panties. That always helped me think.
“Love — Love is a sickness and a drug. It’s complete madness. Love is food and wine…”
I sang loudly in a mocking tone.
Which compelled me to jump up and plonk my favourite song from my teen years on the CD player.
This is not a love song (This is not a love song)
Oh noI’m adaptable and I like my new role
I’m getting better and better, I have a new goal
Changing my ways where money applies
This is not a love song
Immediately I grabbed my hairbrush to use as a microphone prop, and started po-going around the room singing along…
“This is not a love song, no, not a love song.” Getting louder.
“GEN!”
“OK, OK. I will tell you what I’ve done in the name of love.” I turned the music down and slowly looked at the other two before continuing.
“One night, when I first got to know Ted, I wanted him really badly. But he practically ignored me. So I cast a spell. To make him love me in return.”
“Bloody hell, Gen. You’re like a witch. I didn’t even know you were that much into Ted. But… spill the beans. What did you have to do?” Anne was all ears now.
“Well… The enchantment potion needed some of Ted’s hair. I cut a bit from his crown when he was slouched on my sofa drunk one night. And a few of my pubes. Which was difficult at that time, as I’d shaved them all off, in an attempt to impress Ted. But once they had grown back, I snipped a sample. Then the instructions said I had to go out into the forest, when it was a full moon — naked — and dance round a camp fire, chanting — love made me do it.”
I knelt on the bed and waved my hands around to add a bit of atmosphere.
“Really?” They both asked in unison, all eyes on me.
“Nah, only joking… Will Mr Roberts be in at this time?”
Come back next Tuesday to find out what happens when Gen knocks on Mr Robert’s door…
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Lovely story. This takes me back, truth or dare, singing into a hairbrush...fun times. Can't say I haven't been tempted to cast spells from time to time. 😁
Every time I read about Gem, I fall in love with the story all over again! 😊