Sandy Vrooman
Once upon a time there were three sisters, Amanda, Isabel, and Grace Buckworth. After the births of their first two the Buckworth’s had visited the old woman at the edge of the wood and wished for a normal child. Dear reader, you will understand as you delve further into the story.
The Buckworth’s were thrilled when Amanda moved out and changed her name to Domina Lash. Her kinkiness had put such a stigma on the family, they were only too happy to disassociate. Especially after the porno chamber of commerce listed her as an attraction.
Ron, the perfect gentleman, dated all three sisters, one after the other. He was someone the Buckworth’s thought would be the perfect son in law. Ron had never disagreed with a woman. He honored all of Amanda/Domina’s requests, licked her boots, and scrubbed her back as directed. She didn’t think too much of this. What good was a slave who never disobeyed you, and never needed discipline? She eventually found someone who screamed loud enough in ecstasy. She cut Ron loose, so to speak. He was not her perfect mate.
Isabel, in typical sibling rivalry, was as opposite her older sister as possible. She was so prim and proper that even she had never seen her adult body naked. Isabel turned down an invitation to join a devotional convent that took vows of chastity, austerity and silence. She though they lacked self discipline.
Ron, obeyed Isabel’s every requirement. They spoke only if they had a barrier between them. Ron stuck to the assigned topics, but the description of what Ron was contained a forbidden word, the opposite s**. Being a “he” meant Ron was less than perfect, he left at her request.
Grace, the third sister, turned out just right. The fees paid to the old woman were worth it. Their wish had been granted. This happens in stories that begin “once upon a time." Ron and Grace dated for a while and realized they had the makings of a perfect couple. She read books while he listened to sports, and he listened to every word she said. They even enjoyed shopping together. After an appropriate time of courtship, and the beginning of them becoming fuzzy around the edges, they married.
Strange, though, only their families remember the wedding (1). As Ron and Grace’s sublime existence began to meld two into one, day by day, they became more difficult to see. No one remembers what happened to them after they moved into their perfect little home.
There is no such thing as normal. Be careful what you wish for.
(1) The ink on the marriage license has vanished, City Bureau of Records, 1943, Topeka, KS.
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First published: November, 2010
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