Gypsy

"Brandon," I ask. "What physically are you most proud of?"

He hesitates and finally says, "well I guess it has to be my dick."

Josh laughs, Beth smiles and I nod to him like a teacher acknowledging a correct answer from a student.

"Good, good." I say.

At Josh's turn he says "it's kind of a tossup between my face and my physique. They're both pretty fucking awesome." He tells us.

Once again I nod in agreement.

When I get to Beth, she's silent for a minute and then Josh chimes in "gotta be your tits", and gets a laugh out of Brandon. I smile and nod. I am no threat to them.

"I suppose I am most proud of my body, all of it, not just my ti . . . . breasts." She says.

"I totally agree." I say.

"So now let's all go back to yesterday." And I ask them to remember the tripping and stumbling and the liquid being splashed on them by "mistake". And then I ask Beth if she recalls the body massage and the unique oil I worked into her skin. Of course she does.

My audience is confused. What about this liquid?

"Well, Beth and gentlemen, my Aunt told me when you are wronged you need to punish your enemy. One way to do that is to "take what they covet". I'll explain." I can tell by their puzzled looks they still aren't tracking.

"You all told me what you were most proud of physically. Cock, face, body. What you covet about yourself. The liquid I applied to all of was a brew that my "Aunt" Dina helped me with. You recall I told you about her Gypsy heritage. Each one was designed for the specific anatomical area where it was applied. In some cases it will make some things grow, in others it will make some things shrink. And in some it will just make those body parts worse. There are some brews that make things better too. That was not one of the brews I used yesterday unfortunately."

"There probably is no such thing as magic, so you may have nothing to worry about. But it will be interesting to see what happens. My understanding is we will know soon."

"Hey man," snarls Brandon, "that's assault. We could call the cops."

"Prove it asshole." My smiling host persona is gone. I'm pissed. "I'd love to hear you explaining that you were assaulted with a magic liquid."

"Why man, why are you doing this to us." Vapid Josh asks.

"Different reasons." I tell him, back in my lecture mode. "For you and the other asshole sitting next to you, it's because not only did you fuck Beth."

For a moment she starts to object. I tell her to shut up.

"But you disrespect me, Beth, countless other women and the sanctity of marriage." I go on. "You two think with your big penis and your handsome face you can take what you want without it affecting others? You both thought you could behave like this without consequences? That is why, like my "Aunt" taught me, take what they covet."

"And you dear my bride. Do you think you can violate our marriage like that and get away with it? Was I not a good husband? Did I not take care of you? Provide for you? Attend to your needs? Were you bored? Or are you just stupid enough to let these two assholes seduce you. Think about that." I tell her.

"Now this little party is over. Time for our guests to leave." I am back in host mode. "I hope it has been an enlightening evening for everyone and listen. That whole story about the Gypsy brew, it's probably just some old legend. You may not need to worry about it." I pause for a moment and then quietly I say "but perhaps you should."

After they leave Beth went through the normal cycle of verbiage after being accused.

First she denied. When I started giving her a blow by blow (pun intended) review of just the last session with both guys she started to come off the denial. Particularly when I related the double play action with one in her pussy and one in her ass while in the showers, she knew that, that I somehow knew.

Next step was to beg forgiveness. It was just the one time she claimed. And then I related to her what I knew about her first encounter. This was based on what Dina told me.

Then it was, it didn't mean anything it was just sex. I just shook my head at that. When she continued to keep up this line of reasoning I snapped.

"JUST SEX!" I roared. "YOU PROMISED TO YOUR FAMILY, MY FAMILY, OUR FRIENDS AND ME THAT YOU WERE MINE ALONE! Just sex, give me a break." I continued.

"What's going to happen to us Nick?" She pleaded.

I told her I didn't know, but I did know. By the end of the week she will be served. More than anything I wanted to see up close how the brew would affect her. For that reason and that reason alone I didn't kick her out immediately.

I told her to move her stuff to the spare bedroom.

I also wanted to see what happened to Josh and Brandon. I decided that starting next week I was going to start going to Edge every afternoon from 1-2. I worked that schedule out with my Dad and Grandfather.

At Edge the two assholes ignored me. I was fine with that. By mid week Josh was starting to look bad. His long blond hair looked like it was coming out in patches. His eyes looked deep-set and bloodshot. I never got close enough to see but something bad was going on with his teeth too. Instead of the tight tank tops he now wore large shapeless sweatshirts.

Brandon was as you would expect harder to check on. The brew Dina designed for Brandon was the same one so many years ago she used on the abusive neighbor. It was designed to make that body part shrivel and shrink.

Once I was in the locker room while Brandon was showering. When he walked back his towel was firmly wound round his waist hiding his penis that he had been previously so proud of. Another thing I observed about Brandon was his attitude. Where once he was self confident and cocky, he now was skittish and nervous.

At home the situation was changing too. Beth was rapidly gaining weight. Previously my estimate was she was 130 - 135 pounds. By Thursday she looked about 170. There was little curve to her. Her waist was increasing and if possible the boobs were getting smaller.

She begged me to reverse the process but I acted like I did not know what she was talking about. She also begged me to stay with her. She promised me she would be mine forever. But looking at her disgusted me. Finally her physical appearance was beginning to match the ugliness that her personality could be.

I called my lawyer Abraham Green, and asked that she be served at Edge Fitness where I knew she would be on Saturday.

Dina's condition stabilized for a while but she was going downhill. I spent time with her all week and on Saturday I spent most of the day with her. She slept for much of the time and I would just sit and hold her hand.

I told her about all that had happened with Josh, Brandon and Beth. She mostly lay still with her eyes closed while I talked. Finally I told her that I was becoming a little concerned about all her makings and the brew they could make.

I told her I didn't think I would use it much again. With a slight nod, eyes closed, she acknowledged.

I feel like I got the proper revenge I told Dina, but I wasn't happy. I thought she was asleep when I said this, but I saw her eyelids open part way and she was trying to speak. I heard her say something but it came out as a whisper.

"Dini, What?" I asked.

In a barely audible voice I thought she said, "soon shadia."

She then slumped back to sleep. About this time my phone started blowing up. Beth must have gotten served. Within the service was a restraining order. She had 24 hours to remove her belongings. The document also requested that she surrender her wedding ring.

To avoid Beth I spent Saturday night at my parents. I explained to them about our marriage ending. They asked the typical questions. Why? Would counseling work? And on and on. I assured them this relationship no longer had life.

Sunday after the 24 hours were up I returned home. The house was trashed, her stuff was gone, and no wedding ring was left.

My phone began to ring.

It was my Mom, "Nicholas come quick it's Aunt Dina. She's asking for you. I don't think she has much time left."

I got there and a small group of relatives crowded her cramped home. Breathlessly she shooed them away and asked for me. I sat and held her hand as the others drifted out.

Barely a whisper she spoke, "Nico, it is my time."

I didn't know what to say. I just sat with her. Time went by, she seemed to sleep.

She stirred one last time and said, "take care of shadia." For a moment those beautiful eyes met mine and then shut.

I squeezed her hand in acknowledgement. Her hand slowly lost it's warmth and I saw that she was no longer breathing. Dina was gone . . . . .

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Over the next few weeks my life was sad. I missed Dina and I missed the memory of the good Beth. I was never tempted to get back with her. Her cheating and self absorption left me with such a negative impression.

The divorce was slowly proceeding. Beth had retained a lawyer and he and Abe were working out details. No word on the ring yet.

I continued to go to Edge Fitness. The brew had done its job with Josh. The blond hair fell out in patches so badly he now shaved it completely. It looked odd. His once shiny white teeth had discolored and at least one was now missing. The physique looked gone too. He normally wore shapeless clothes so I couldn't be sure. He avoided me when I was there.

Brandon disappeared. Or more likely quit Edge and moved on. I had a pretty good feeling his brew worked too. It had been used before on Dina's childhood neighbor and it had worked then.

Still I was lonely. There was a definite void in my life. Life went on but there was little joy in revenge I discovered.

I even skipped my parent's Saturday night gatherings for a few weeks in a row. Finally as this particular Saturday approached my Mom insisted I come. There were some people from Romania that my parents were hosting and she asked for my attendance.

Our church occasionally would accommodate small groups of people including students from Romania when they would travel to the US. My Mom would open our house up for our Saturday night gatherings to include the Romanians.

I could tell it was a large group tonight. I wandered in and hugged and shook hands with the people I knew. I think these events reminded me of the loss of "Aunt" Dina and perhaps that is why I had avoided them lately. It was too painful.

My Mother was in her element being the gracious hostess, multi-tasking, and directing people left and right. She loved this kind of chaos. All of a sudden she sees me.

"Nicholas," she grabs me by the back of my shirt and yanks. "See the group over there, see if you can get them beverages."

I walk over to a huddled group of perhaps 10 people in a corner of the living room. I'm about to ask them what they want when I see her. I freeze, I'm speechless as she stares back at me. She has Dina's beautiful eyes.

Do you remember in The Godfather when Michael Corleone is hit by the lightning bolt? That's what happened to me.

Ignoring all the others, not breaking eye contact, I walk directly to her and reach out my hand to introduce myself, "Nicholas Stoica" I say as I take her hand.

"I am Shadia" She tells me with a knowing smile.

Eventually I break eye contact and appraise the rest of her. Dark black hair and olive skin. Thin and lean with beautiful legs and ass. Flat chested and thin waist.

We spend the evening together and it's like we are in our own cocoon of privacy. The rest of the party is just background noise. I only have eyes for Shadia.

Before I know it the party is over and Shadia's group is urging her it is time to leave. I get her information and we make plans for the next day.

That night as I slept I had a strange dream. In it Dina was telling me a story. Here's what I remember:

When I was teenager in Romania living with the Stoica's I go to dance on Saturday nights in the town. I meet a man, really just a boy, his name is Luca. We dance and have good time. He asks if I come back next Saturday. I tell him I will try. This time we do not dance. We go to quiet place. We love. He is my first time love. He say he see me next Saturday. Next Saturday no Luka. The next week same. I ask, no one know where Luka go. I never see him again.

I learn I have his child in me. I tell Mrs Stoica, she say it will be fine. I will raise child by myself.

When time to deliver, I have problem, baby is born, but she does not live. Doctor's take my little girl. She live just 5 minute. I name her Shadia.

That was what I remembered of the dream. It was like Dina was sitting in my room talking to me.

From that Sunday on Shadia and I were together. I knew she was due to leave soon and all week long we made arrangements for her to stay. After the rest of the Romanians left Shadia stayed with my parents. In fact she stayed in Dina's house.

From then on I spent all my time with Shadia. I knew that Shadia and I were meant to be together forever. I was going to take care of Shadia just as I promised Aunt Dina.

EPILOGUE

My life with Shadia was wonderful. I loved her and she loved me, even more if that was possible. But that is a different story.

I would have liked to say I never used Dina's makings again but I did. Twice.

One day Abe called me and said we were to have a final conference Tuesday at 3 PM. He informed me that Beth and her attorney would be there. When I asked about the ring. He said to not be optimistic.

Before the conference I made a quick stop at Dina's surprising Shadia. She watched me, and then I left.

I was shocked at Beth's appearance when I saw her. If she was under 200 pounds I would be surprised. She was giving me the evil eye the entire time.

We went through all the preliminary matters and then Beth's lawyer produced a document signed by a judge granting possession of the ring to Beth. I was prepared for that.

"Beth," I say, "may I just see my grandfather's stone one last time?" I ask.

"I guess," She says and holds out her hand with the ring across the conference table for me to see. She has a smug look on her face as if to say, "at least I got the ring."

I quickly say, "here let me polish it for you." And before she knows what's happening out of my pocket is a cloth with an herbally smell that I rub on the stone.

Too late, she yanks her hand back, calls me an asshole, and leaves the room. Both lawyers are looking at each other like, "what the fuck just happened?"

I just shake my head with a small smile. "I have no idea." I say.

Oh, and the one other time . . . . Call me superficial, but if you remember how I first described Shadia? She looks almost exactly like that now. But with bigger boobs.

THE END