The Story of Josephine
A Tale of Possession
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He frowned. "According
to my records your empathic abilities sent you into
early retirement, without husband or family."
I nodded and smiled.
Apparently he had no idea how foolish targeting me
for mischief had been. "Unfortunately, the pension
I'm receiving from the company I founded, has proven
to be, shall we say, inadequate? I was forced to supplement
my income."
He tilted his head
to the side, seemingly concerned. "I was unaware
of this."
I smiled. "Oddly
enough, although my sensitivity to the emotions of
the people around me forced me to cut myself off from
people, others have found it quite useful." I
paused for effect. I was Very interested in the look
on his face once I dropped my next little grenade.
"I've been working
with the police and the FBI for the past seven years
using objects to find missing persons and criminals."
His mouth opened
just a tiny bit as his face grew decidedly paler.
The look on his face was precious.
Hmm, I thought
to myself, guilty conscious? "As
a matter of fact," I continued with a speculative
glance aimed his way, "to come to the reading
of the will, I left right in the middle of a case
dealing with a rapist."
Uncle Rene's eyes
narrowed, his mouth snapped closed and he scowled.
He took a step back.
Rethinking your
actions dear Uncle? Are you no longer inclined to
prey on your American niece now that you know that
she works for the police? What a pity. I didn't
bother to hide my smile as I turned back to the long
bank box sitting on the table before me. Carefully,
I stripped off my gloves and tucked them into my jacket
pocket.
With bare hands, I
lifted the metal box and my mental alarms suddenly
began ringing off the hook. Danger screamed
across my senses, but I couldn't tell if it was coming
from the box in my hands or if my uncle, standing
only a few feet away, had suddenly changed his mind
and intended to rape me, right here, right now. I
gasped and turned sharply to look at him.
His black eyes were
hard and cold under his finely arched brows as he
watched me handle the locked silver box. His sugary
cologne rolled off of his body and smelled of over-sweet
candy.
He hadn't moved.
I turned my shoulder
to him, keeping him in view from the corner of my
eye as I worked the tiny key in the lock. I was forced
to balance the box on the counter's edge to lift the
hinged top open. I pulled out a heavy, over-sized,
manila envelope yellowed with age.
Waves of sexual heat
hit me in a freight train of psychic impressions,
just from touching the paper. A blazing flash of empathic
imagery made me realize that whoever had tucked that
envelope in the box decades ago, had fucked right
here in this vault. My pulse raced and I could feel
a warm sensual flush surge through my body as I was
suddenly inundated and forced to relive those long
ago feelings of sexual heat. A thrumming began low
in my belly as unbearable excitement flooded through
me in reaction. My panties became damp.
