Free Always by Jezebel Jorge

 
A Message from
Odessa
     
     
    Dear Readers,
     
    If you've read Jezebel Jorge's Ring Dreams
series, you might perhaps remember a character named Odessa. Those
stories were conceived and written before I introduced myself to
Jezebel and informed her that I am her spirit guide.
    That's right, I was once a real person who
walked among the living. I was born on a full moon Samhain in 1944
and succumbed to a horrible death in August of 1985. When Jezebel
was writing her first story she happened to stumble across my
tombstone in a cemetery in Raleigh, North Carolina. She saw my name
and instantly knew that Odessa was the perfect name for the ghost
in her Ring Dreams series.
    The whole Ring Dreams series is fiction. I
fed Jezebel little tidbits of my previous life which did work their
way into these hot witchy tales. An example of this would be
William Fletcher. William is the embodiment of the two men I loved
most. You're going to be introduced to both these men as my real
story unfolds.
    Amalie really was my daughter. As in
Shattered, she was raped and impregnated, possibly due to my
irresponsible parenting. I suffered a mental breakdown over the
loss of my Beloved that horrid January. The rest of the story –
Rowan's birth, the Daltons, the Fletchers, Paul Bryson. That's all
total and complete fiction.
    Little did Jezebel know that I would appear
to her in March of 2011 and slowly begin to tell her my real story.
Names have been changed to protect those I loved along with the not
so innocent. You know, that whole liability thing. Some of you may
not believe in ghosts. That is your choice. But, I am determined to
have my true story told.
    I'm going to regale you with what will most
likely be a three part full length trilogy. Along the way we're
going to drop in some juicy little tidbits as these short stories.
These stories won't be told in chronological order. Channeling a
spirit doesn't work that way. Just consider it random little doses
of naughty fun.
    So, sit back, get comfortable, and pour a
glass of your favorite adult libation. Believe as thy will...
     
    Odessa
     
    PS… This one is set on the day after my
first Mother’s Day in May of 1970. In this story I am allowing my
Beloved to come through and speak. I thought y’all might enjoy
hearing from him.
     

Always
     
     
    Graham
     
     
    “Eyes off the boobs and back on the road,”
Dess snipped, and grabbed at the front of her dress, all of a
sudden trying to be modest.
    “I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t put the
top down.” Graham tightened his grip on the steering wheel and
pretended to focus on the highway.
    “It is a bit chilly today, she said, all
modesty forgotten while switching the baby to her other
breast.”
    “Want me to turn up the heat?” he asked.
    “Not if you’re going to keep driving this
fast.”
    Graham glanced at speedometer, surprised
that he had the car pushing eighty. He’d forgotten how easily the
Mercedes convertible flew over the road. For a moment he regretted
giving the car to Odessa. He’d love this car like no other he’d
ever had, even splurging on the custom gold paint job.
    The gold sure did suit Odessa though. It
really brought out the fire in her red hair. She’d worn it up
today, knotted behind her head in an elaborate maze of braids that
some how looked elegant with a navy blue polka dot dress that
played up her new motherly curves.
    “Have I told you how gorgeous you look
today?” he said, reaching a hand over to squeeze her knee.
    “I’m a mess,” she said, not looking up from
the baby suckling at her breast. “And I’m getting fat as a
pig.”
    “Nonsense.” He snuck another peek at the
fullness of her breasts. She’d quickly dropped most of the extra
weight she’d put on through the pregnancy, but now that she was
eating better, what with nursing the baby, her titties were
spectacularly lush. “You’re just as beautiful as the day I pulled
up behind the arena in Lauderdale and saw you there