Joy and Her Friends Ch. 01

Mix one man and a collection of mythological females. Army, Harem, or both?

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Author's Notes:

Note1: [Insert Lawyer voice here.] This story contains scenes of sex and violence. No one under the age of 18 or 21 (depending on your local law) should read this story. Any characters depicted in sexual or suggestive scenes are intended to be 18 years or older. While inspired from many sources, the story and characters are original (See note2). Any character similarities to any real or fictional persons are coincidental (there are non-character references used to help describe my characters).

Note2: At the age of 56, I had a stroke in the left frontal lobe of my brain. I have no knowledge of 4 days after that event, except for this dream that came out of it. So with that said, the following events are a product of my brain under some interesting drugs that saved my life, as I had no surgery.

Note3: This story does contain things and sizes not normally seen, like Very tall women, body abnormalities, etc ... you get the idea.

Note4: This story has a lot of plot development and action sequences. So if you are only in the market for sex scenes, this may not be for you, except for the female characters having their way with the main male character. ;-) However, if you like sexy fantasy/adventure tales with unexpected twists and turns, I hope you will enjoy it.

Note5: I understand that this story may conflict in ways with religious texts. Understand that I am taking a lot of liberties of possible character creation, using the Christian Bible's reference of Geneses 6: 1-5 and what may have been created through their copulations, so I apologize to those who may take offense.

Now for my dream.

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Who am I? My name is Jerry, Jerry Edwards. I was born in July 1955. What most people don't know about me is that I did some work for one of those alphabet government companies; you know them, FBI, CIA, DOD, and so on, while at the same time, working for a large computer company. I can't tell you which or why, but I can say that was 30 years ago, and the major players involved are now dead, and not by me. The only person I ever took into my confidence was my grandfather on my mom's side. I didn't even tell my wife. She would have royally freaked out if she knew the risks I was taking.

Grandpa was in Naval Intelligence and he knew my reasons for what and why I did what I did. He knew what to say and how to say it so that I didn't go crazy from what I had to do. It was a dark time in my past, with him as my lighthouse.

Where am I now? I'm living in my grandfather's old house that he left me when he died in the late 1970's. In the 1950s and sixties, he traveled all over the Middle East, collecting photos and souvenirs. We use to set in the house and look them over while he would tell me stories about this picture or that old vase. I miss those days.

I'm almost 60 years old now, 6 Feet tall, weigh about 206 pounds, have a full head of white hair, and I live alone, except for my pet cat, a female I call Samantha, or Sammy, or Sam. She answers to all three. When I'm home and relaxing, she likes to be touching me anyway she can, for example, she'll watch the television with me with her back half on the couch back, her front paws on my shoulder with her head leaning into the side of my neck, purring happily away, or sleeping with me on the bed or under the covers with me during winter. I even installed a pet door so she could go outside and wander about. Sam knew when another animal came onto the property, her hair would bristle up and she would chase it off or kill it. She had been known to leave me dead squirrels, snakes, rats, bats, and has even been known to chase off two bear and these are the ones that I know about. Oh, bear, let to me explain that we live with a large forest only a few blocks away.

To say the least, my cat has the courage of a lion, is as stubborn as a mule, and seemed to love me unconditionally and I wouldn't change a thing.

I originally kept her out of the need for companionship. I got her from a local animal shelter as a week old kitten a few years after my wife died. Yes, I know that kittens from shelters aren't released that soon, but at the time, I was doing volunteer work helping to feed the animals when I found Sammy only a day old on my door step still covered in birthing fluids. I took her to the shelter to get her healthy and feed her properly. The people working at the shelter knew my caring nature towards animals and released her to me early. I think she bonded to me like she should have to her mother.

That was over thirteen years ago. She has grown to be much more than just a companion because if she were human, with her loving and protective attitude towards me, I might have just married her. If she were human, if she could say the words, and we have spent the time together, but then, the only thing left out was the consummation, we could have been described as married under some kind of common law.

To change the subject, by faith, I'm a Christian with a strong belief in God and Jesus. I've done studies of customs and special events leading up to Jesus' birth, the events leading up to the near extinction event of Noah's flood, of what died and didn't die in it, and the termination event of the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah. You would not believe the many strange and crazy events that take place in the Bible and other historical documents, like books that didn't make it into the Bible as we know it today.

Anyway, it was just myself and Sammy, or it used to, before this past Monday, that's when I met Joy for the first time.

*Journal Entry Week 01

It's been a long, stressful, and wonderful week. This is our first weekly journal entry. It's Saturday morning and I'm looking forward to a stress free weekend. But I digress. I should go back to this past Sunday and I'm going to try to describe how it all started. I've asked Joy and the others to jump into the narrative to tell their part of the story as they know it.

*Jerry Sunday 8:00 AM

The alarm went off. It was time to wake up and get ready for church. I got up, took my shower, dressed, and headed downstairs to prepare my breakfast. On my way down, a board cracked on the lower staircase landing. I made a mental note to fix it later and went to my breakfast and to get Sammy some food and milk.

After church I went to my local lumberyard and picked up the wood that I would need to fix the stair board on the lower landing. Removing the broken boards, I found an old newspaper dated the day I was born July 10, 1955, a small hardwood box about 4 inches square and twice that tall, what looked like a stringed instrument, a piece of old rolled up scroll-like paper, and what looked like an old pendent, all tucked under the boards. I put all the things in a cardboard box, fixed the stair and went about making lunch.

After I had my lunch I thought about going back to that cardboard box and examine the contents more closely. No sooner had I touched the box then the house phone rang. It was Bob, a close friend of mine, from work where I do some outsourced computer tech work, well, he was also the owner. He had a problem with his computer and wanted me to come over and fix it.

As always, before leaving, I scratched Sammy's head and said to guard the property. Then she acted strange in that she jumped up on my shoulder, leaned in to my head and purred loudly. This was new with her. I kissed her on the forehead and then put her down. She meowed a little in a winey fashion, then walked with me to the car.

Bob had married late in life. He was about my age and his loving wife was twenty years younger. Sapphire, their daughter looked about fifteen years old and had threatened to marry me several times. Though I had my own grandchildren, I thought of her as my oldest granddaughter and she actually considered me her loving uncle and a possible would-be husband. She knew my story and wondered why I hadn't remarried and I was always able to get away with saying that she wasn't of age yet, oh wait, she had her eighteenth a few months ago. It was a nice birthday party. I guess I couldn't use that excuse any more.

So I lived with the reality of two facts, one, she was too young for me, and two, she wouldn't get old enough, at least from my point of view because I was three times her age. She had several medical problems that said she wouldn't live to be twenty, bone cancer, a bad heart, and something to do with an inoperable brain tumor.

Doctors had said that current medical science was not good enough to save her life. To save her from one problem would speed up another, and she would still die. So Bob and his family had taken upon themselves to make her life as fun, full, and as loving as she could handle. I was one of the few people that knew everything and involved in a lot of it being happy for her. I think that's one of the reasons why she singled me out to aim her love at. I didn't mind it because it made her happy.

If I was young again, I would seriously thing about her as a wife, she was loving, kind, and had a face you could lose yourself in, more beautiful than the television stars you see now, well except for two. She looks like a cross between Stana Katic who plays Detective Kate Beckett in the show Castle, and Angie Harmon who plays Detective Jane Rizzoli in the show Rizzoli and Isles, only at fifteen years of age.

Forty five minutes of road time later I arrived at Bob's house. Before I was able to get out of the car, I was accosted with hugs and kisses by my lovely angel called Sapphire.

I finally got out of the car and was carrying two computer bags to the house and a lovely cling-on hugging my back saying that I tasted as good as I smelled. Smell! That was different from her normal routine of love and affection. Of course, her normal would have been to catch me between the car and the house hand jump at me from a running start. I'd have to catch her mid-air, and get wrapped by her legs and arms, face to face, and get slobbered with kisses.

We got into the house as Bob took one of the bags and said, "I'm glad she only does this with you, she shuns any other male's affection. She gives me a little and pours the lion's share on you. If you two were closer in age, I think I'd have a lot of grand kids." We all laughed with Sapphire giving me a hidden look of hunger that only I saw, as she silently said, you wish. It was one of those looks that gave you warm fuzzy that changes into chills running up your spine.

At his computer, I plugged in my USB drive containing most of my diagnostics and started them.

In forty five seconds I saw the problem, registry entries pointing to a non-existent program. He had done a nu-be mistake. He had deleted, instead of uninstalled a program. It took me an hour to clear the program problem as well as clean up some bad sectors on the hard drive. Just as I was finishing the work on his computer, he offered me supper. I accepted under one condition, it was payment for the work I had just done. He laughed and still stuffed a $20 bill in my pocket and told me to accept it for gas money. I graciously accepted. We ate and talked for several hours.

Sapphire stayed near me almost the whole time except for when her dad told her to go cool off a bit and give me a break. So she went and took her evening shower.

While she was gone, Bob said, "I got a serious question for you. The wife and I are going to take a two week vacation in Central America. I'm asking you, if you accept, that if anything happens to us on the trip, that you take Sapphire under your wing. Would you do that for me?"

I said, "Sure, you've gone on many trips. I don't expect any problems, and she can stay with me, no problem."

Bob said, "Good. I'll have the lawyers do their thing to make it all legal with enough funds from an estate to keep you two happy. Thanks. That's one worry down. You wouldn't want the company also?"

I didn't answer that one. We just chuckled and changed the conversation over to business.

In twenty minutes, she was back on my lap in Daisy Duke short shorts and halter top. Something was definitely different about her. She kept it hid from her dad, but she kept rubbing the area around the zipper of my pants. I did manage to hide her effect from her dad.

It was getting late at night and I still had to get home to get a good night's sleep and be up for work in the morning. So I said my goodbyes and left. Sapphire wasn't happy about my leaving, but gave me a hug and said that she'd catch me later, giving me chills up my spine again.

I got home late, but was wide awake still thinking about Sapphire. She had been overly horny and lusty today, way beyond her normal friendliness. Something was up and I was only seeing the beginning of it, whatever that was. I would give almost anything to get her healthy and healed.

I cleaned out Sam's litterbox, and then decided to look at the contents of the cardboard box of things that I had gotten from under the landing.

Taking the box to the couch I sat down and started fumbling through the contents.

What caught Sam's attention first was the block of wood. She kept pawing and sniffing at it. So I picked it up. It felt funny, not as heavy as it should, as if it was hollow. Looking at it closely, I saw lines and geometric shapes all over it. I stood it upright and it reminded me of the game Jonga, made up of smaller rectangular chunks of wood stacked on top of each other where you try and pull out a piece near the bottom and put it on top, everyone taking a turn doing this until the stack falls over. If it fell on your turn, you lost. So I started to feel all over the box to see if anything moved.

After fiddling for over 20 minutes, and a small glass of cherry rum later, I was getting real sleepy. I closed my eyes and leaned back into the couch but kept my hands working on the block. Sam jumped up onto the back of the couch and went to sleep. I thought I felt something move and opened my eyes to look but didn't see anything. So I put my head back, closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep, cradling the wooden block in my arms the way you will hold a baby.

*End Jerry Sunday 8:00 AM.

*Jerry Monday 6:30 AM.

I woke to the sound of my alarm clock going off. Lifting my head off the pillow and looking at it, I saw 6:30 on the display, reached over and turned it off.

Rubbing the night's sleep out of my eyes, I thought to myself that I wish I could have remembered my dream. It had been a long time since I'd woke up with a hard-on. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to shower and freshen up before getting dressed and going to work. I was in the shower shampooing my hair when it hit me. Didn't I fall asleep on the couch? Last I knew, I didn't sleep walk or do other things like turning on the alarm clock in my sleep either. So how come I woke up in bed? I washed the shampoo out of my hair and dried myself off. Going back to my bedroom, I looked at my bed and saw that the bed had been made. The block of wood with what looked like a small piece was missing from its side, sat neatly and in the center of the covers, with the missing piece on my pillow.

I didn't have time to sit and think about this. I got dressed and ate a fast breakfast. I left Sam some food and drink while she still slept on the couch.

Leaving a mess to clean up later, I headed to work.

All I could think of at work was that block of wood and that piece on my bed. Why didn't I remember going to bed last night? Why would I carry a block of wood to bed with me? I didn't remember making my bed. Last night, I do remember feeling that that block of wood had shifted somehow before falling asleep. Did I sleepwalk from the couch to my bed?

There were a few minor distractions at work to keep me working, like replacing a keyboard after someone spilled coffee on it, or plugging in the power cable to a display after it wiggled out, or installing programs and hardware. The whole day I felt like I was in a fog. During the course of the day I was stopped several times by people complimenting me on how I looked. They wanted to know if I had lost weight or had been exercising, that I looked good. I told them that I hadn't been doing anything out of the ordinary, and thanked them.

I was confused. I couldn't figure out what happened last night. Finally the day ended and I was homeward bound.

I didn't feel like cooking supper, so I thought I'd stop by at a fast food chicken place and bring something home, with a little extra for a bedtime snack.

Living alone for the past fifteen years, I've grown to not wanting to do extra cleaning if it could have been avoided in the first place, like tracking outside dirt around the inside of the house. The Japanese know it correctly about leaving your shoes at the door when you enter a house. With that said, it had rained earlier in the day. If anyone came in and not taken off their shoes, you could have seen the mud trail. Even Sammy had a mud mat where she always wiped her feet when she came in from outdoors.

Arriving home, I went into the house. In the entrance way I put the chicken on the table, hung up my coat, took my shoes off and put my slippers on.

Picking up the chicken, I walked through the foyer and into the dining/breakfast nook, just off the kitchen. I saw the breakfast table and was surprised. I knew Sammy couldn't have done what I saw. Someone had been here and cleaned up. Taking the chicken into the kitchen I saw that the kitchen had also been cleaned up.

I quietly put the chicken down and started looking for my home intruder. I looked at the floor and saw no muddy or wet footprints. Who would have cleaned up my kitchen and breakfast table? None of my three kids lived in the area, or normally came into the area, except to visit me. After I checked the house and found no one, I went to the telephone and called all the kids to make sure that they hadn't come to the house and cleaned up after me. None of them had. Sammy must have been outside, I didn't see her anyplace.

The mysteries were deepening. Was I losing it? I didn't remember going to bed last night. I didn't remember opening the wooden box last night. I didn't remember cleaning up breakfast this morning or making my bed. I asked myself again, was I going crazy?

Then for the first time I heard her calm voice, 'No, you're not going crazy.' It was not the kind of voice that would have made you jump. Have you ever heard the song Happy Birthday, sung by Marilyn Monroe to President John F. Kennedy? That's the kind of breathy voice I heard. I quickly turned a quick 360 to look all around me and saw no one.

"Who are you, and where are you?" I asked.

'Go get changed and come back to dinner. You'll see me then.' she said in that same breathy voice.

"Show yourself!" I yelled.

In a pouting voice I heard, 'no.'

I still couldn't figure out where that sweet voice was coming from. I just stood there listening for any noise at all to give me a location of where she was.

After a minute she said, 'You just got home. You've been gone... all... day...' It sounded breathy, sexy, and winy all at the same time. In hearing this I realized that I really wasn't hearing her with my ears. It was in my head.

I said out loud "Yup, I'm losing it! My mind has really created a nice sexy voice today. Maybe I should dream up a nice impossibly tall, impossibly busty, impossibly leggy, impossibly beautiful, long haired female body to go with it." I went upstairs to get changed, confident in the thought that I had just dreamt the whole voice thing.

*End Jerry Monday 6:30 AM.

*Joy Sunday 10:00 PM.

Time did not pass for me in this vessel. As a little girl, I lived with my mother and father in Babylon, in the Persian Empire. My father found out that I had a sickness and was going to die. He went to the King's chief magi and asked if there's any way he could save his little girl's life. After some thought the magi said yes, but there would be a price, a terrible price. I would no longer be his and they would never be able to see me again. To live, I would have to be transformed into a genie and placed in a vessel to be a slave to whoever opened it.