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I'm not sure why. Between now and then, I want to spend time with you. Since I have the piano to play, a library of books to browse, and you to play with, I have more than enough to keep me busy when everyone else is resting. I don't know how I could thank you for all you have done for me.
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The Painting of a Rebellion
Blame Ball
Jeremy McHarry
The Painting of a Rebellion / 1st of series: Blame Ball / By Jeremy McHarry
Published 2023 by Bentockiz
e-book Imprint: Calkden Norsh
e-book Registration: Stockholm, Sweden
e-book ISBN: 9789198826708
e-book editing: Athens, Greece
Cover Images created via AI art generators
Table of Contents
Title Page
Introduction
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Introduction
Through books we come into contact with everything important that has happened in the past, analyzing also current events and putting our thoughts together to predict the future. The book is a window to the world, acquiring valuable knowledge and sparking our vivid imagination. It is a means of entertainment and is generally seen as a best friend, or as a slave that carries together all valuable information for us. The book is a friend who stays together without demands, a friend you call upon at every moment and abandon when you want.
It accompanies us in the hours of boredom and loneliness, while at the same time it entertains us. In general, a book does not ask anything from us, while it waits patiently on a dusty shelf to give us its information, to get us out of dead ends and to travel us to magical worlds.
This may be the travel mission of our books. Abstract narration, weird or unconscious thoughts difficult to be understood, but always genuine and full of life experiences, these are stories of life that can’t be overlooked easily.
This may be the start of something amazing!
Chapter One
After the quiet stretches a little, George joins the conversation, “While you’re adding questions to the categories, I have a couple of questions about the distribution process.”
Sharlene asks, “What are they?”
“If I remember right, last week there was talk about using the same headband to record the emotional responses and to experience the recordings. Doesn’t the recording headband include a mini-drive and a battery?”
“Yes.”
“That might not be compatible with the idea of a one time play access from online. If they accessed a recording and copied it onto the mini-drive, they could play it as many times as they want.”
“That’s a good point. We might have to think of some alternative method. Was there anything else?”
“It may be more of a suggestion which starts with a question. I assume the headbands were manufactured by another company.”
Mariam answers, “That’s right. I think one of the engineers at the Institute helped design it, but it was manufactured by someone else.”
“My suggestion would be that you continue to use the other company to supply the headbands. My guess is that when you first go online, the demand for headbands will be low, but in a short while, the demand will climb quickly and then will taper off as the people who want them, have acquired them. I don’t think you want to deal with finding the factory space and then have to hire and fire workers as the demand for headbands fluctuate. You might also think about whether to have the manufacturer drop ship the headbands or if you want to set up your own inventory and shipping facility. A question for the technology section is how long are the headbands designed to work? A thought for the legal section is do you put the headbands under any kind of warranty and do you replace them if they clearly show abuse rather than ‘normal wear and tear’.”
Sharlene shakes her head and says, “Good grief, questions lead to questions lead to more questions. Are you sure it’s really worth it all?”
Mariam assures her, “I know it seems overwhelming and confusing, even while we try to break it into smaller pieces to deal with them separately, but, yes, it’s worth it. As you have questions, comments, concerns, suggestions, or whatever else, just jot them down under the appropriate section or in the general section if no specific section makes sense. From time to time, we should review them to add to the questions, to list answers we’ve found, or to move things from one section to another.
“Yes, a lot of the most important questions will have to wait until we’re fully committed and have the freedom to talk to Todd and Julie or anyone else who might be associated with the Project without compromising their positions. The Institute is obligated to continue paying us until the minimum two week training period is over, even if that takes another two months. We may be bored silly with no real work to do, but we can survive that.
“If you start getting too anxious, have George distract you. And keep collecting your own emotional recordings. I can’t document it, but I strongly feel it’s going to be very important for us to have your clean and strong emotional recordings. It doesn’t all have to be sexual pleasure. You also had a wonderful contented recording from that sixth-day on your vacation. There’s not a whole lot you can do, other than keep asking and listing questions until after the Project is awarded. Then you’ll be busier than a one-armed paper hanger and wished you had a chance to breathe.”
Sharlene responds, “Thank you, Mariam. I’m sorry I get so uptight about so much and so soon.”
“Don’t be sorry. Frankly, I’m glad to see you’re serious about taking the responsibility to make Digital Empathy work right. I’m good with the details, but I don’t always function well without at least some general guidance from outside. Even your many questions and concerns are good guidance for me since they point me to the details which need to be solved. If I were to run the company, I would be digging into this set of details, then that set of details, while everyone else would have to guess at what the overall theme and direction was supposed to be. Instead of getting bogged down on our weaknesses, we need to pool our strengths. In many ways, we complement each other, so I do have great hope for the future, even if we have more questions than answers right now.”
“I still want to thank you for maintaining the hope. I don’t like to admit it, but I’ve had a rather easy life and when I face a large challenge, I’m inclined to feel overwhelmed and quit. I do better in a short term crisis where I don’t have time to think about everything that could go wrong.”
“That’s another way in which we complement each other. About the only time I can handle a crises without going into panic or freeze mode is when I’m very familiar with how the process is supposed to work and can fall back on the step by step process. With a large challenge, if I have time to think about it, usually I’m able to break it down into smaller and smaller pieces which, at least in comparison to the whole, can be solved somewhat easily. Okay, George, how do you complement us?”
He barely has to think before he answers, “Verbally. You ladies are doing very well and I look forward to the wonderful results which you will certainly produce.”
Mariam laughs then says, “Thank you, but that’s not what I meant.”
Sharlene suggests, “He knows what you meant, but he doesn’t want to say.”
He nods his head as he responds, “Give the little lady a prize. To be blunt, on that subject, and probably many others, I embody both of your weaknesses. In a crisis, I freeze or panic, with a large challenge, I get overwhelmed and quit. My best functioning is in a back corner of a quiet room researching or organizing documents which aren’t overly technical and without having a time constraint.”
“George, I’m going to express a bit of disbelief. You’ve provided us with many wonderful ideas, suggestions, and things to think about.”
“Well, Mariam, over the many years during which I’ve plagued the earth with my existence, bits and pieces of flotsam have gotten lodged in my brain and if the circumstances are right, they bubble to the surface and spew forth.”
“What’s flotsam?”
“Floating garbage.”
“George, are you getting tired?”
“I’m sorry, Sharlene. I guess I am.”
Mariam suggests, “This is a good place to stop and I need to go home myself.”
Sharlene asks her, “Do we have more we need to discuss?
“I don’t think so. Just keep writing down your questions and thoughts. I saved the file I was working on under my name and the date. Come on George, stand up and give me a kiss goodbye.” A request he’s willing to agree to. When she breaks the kiss to let him breathe, Mariam tells him, “Even half asleep, you kiss good.”
Sharlene places his hands on her shoulders and guides him to the front door while she says, “Mariam, if you do have more to discuss, give me a call. I’m thinking of spending a few days with George at his place.”
“That sounds like a good idea. Keep up the hope and thank you for letting me see some of your relationship with George. I think you two are good for each other.” After a good hug and a quick kiss, Mariam is stepping out of the door while she says, “Night.”
“Good night, Mariam.”
Sharlene steps up to the door to close it, but waits until Mariam has pulled out of the driveway and starts down the street. While she’s waiting, George steps up behind her and holds her. After she closes and locks the door and turns out the porch light, Sharlene leans back on him and holds onto his arms which hug her across her upper abdomen while he kisses the top of her head.
“Mmm. You do give such nice hugs and kisses.” After a little while, she pulls his arms slightly away from her, pulls up the bottom of her shirt and before he can object, she places his hands on the bare skin of her upper abdomen and moves them across her skin.
As he begins to understand her obvious intent, he wakes up enough to caress her skin while he pays enough attention to stay above the waistband of her slacks and below her bra. “Mmm, such nice skin, so silky smooth,” he proclaims as he caresses her across her upper abdomen and to her sides.
“Ohhh, you touch so nice.” As she slowly turns to be perpendicular to him, his caresses move across her upper abdomen and across her back while she reaches up and pulls his head down to kiss him. When he needs to catch his breath, she turns fully towards him and hugs him tight. Since she feels like she wants more, she almost starts to rub her body on his until she realizes he’s almost half asleep and barely standing up. With reluctance, she pushes a little ways away from him and suggests, “Come on, George, it’s time for bed.”
While he rests his hands on her shoulders, she walks him to the bedroom. He wakes up just enough to go to the bathroom and put his pajamas on and as he lays down in bed, he’s almost immediately asleep.
Sharlene goes back to the other room, turns off her computer and puts it away, checks the doors and windows, turns out the lights, and goes back to the bedroom. Even though she knows he’s fully asleep, she still feels a bit of risque pleasure as she undresses in front of him and puts her pajamas on. When she finishes getting ready for bed, she crawls in and cuddles up next to him. A little later, and while she feels a mixture of guilt, curiosity, excitement, and a determination not to be shocked later in the journey, she slips her hand into the fly of his pajamas and, again, she compares what she feels with the diagrams and descriptions in her medical textbooks.
A few minutes later, as she continues to gently explore his male anatomy, she’s surprised to feel his penis grow larger then is further surprised to realize that his body is beginning to respond to her touching, even though he’s asleep. It’s quite a revelation to her to consider that the male response can be an automatic response with no conscious control or even conscious awareness involved. As she thinks about that, her appreciation and amazement of George’s control of his behavior significantly increases. Before his penis is fully stiff, she removes her hand and hugs his chest and while she tries to consider all that it might mean, she falls asleep.
* * * * *
2147-08-30 (m1)
While she lays there cuddled up to George’s side with her left arm across his chest, Sharlene just smiles at how comfortable she feels next to him and with his arm around her back. As she remembers how easily his body responded to her touching last night, even though he was asleep, she marvels again that he’s been able to restrain himself from acting on his responding body while he touches her to so much pleasure. Before she allows that thought to progress much further, she gets up and goes to the other room to distract herself with a high intensity martial arts workout.
Since he’s still asleep when she finishes, she decides to get her shower out of the way. With clean clothes in hand, she goes into the bathroom and while she’s not sure who she’s protecting from whom, she locks the door. As she washes her hair, she remembers him playing in it and his dreamy smile after he brushed it the first time.
After her hair is rinsed, she starts to wash her body and remembers how his hands on her bare skin felt last night and wonders what it would might have been like if his hands had slid up a little higher to touch her breasts or to touch her nipples as she uses her hands as substitutes and moans in pleasure. Or if his hand had slid under the waistband of her pants and caressed her lower abdomen, or even slid lower, she groans, to caress around her pubic area and across her vulva. As she imagines it’s his hand which is touching her, her fingers slip into her labia and as they circle her clitoris, she cries out with her climax while she imagines it’s his fingers which continue to touch her clitoris and take her to new heights of pleasure.
Her expression of pleasure comes through the closed bathroom door loudly enough to startle him awake. He’s almost immediately aware of his own predicament and grabs a couple of tissues to mostly contain his mess before it gets on her bed. As he more fully wakes up, he hears the shower and realizes he had been dreaming of being with her in the shower. While he barely resists the temptation to join her, he hopes she’s locked the bathroom door in case his resistance gets overwhelmed by his desire. Slowly, he gets up, goes to the guest bathroom, washes up, empties his bladder, and throws on his clothes from yesterday. Maybe after breakfast, he can get a bath.
As she comes down from off of the heights of pleasure, she finishes washing herself and rinses off. How long is she going to be able to imagine him touching her, before she insists that he touch her for real? Every couple of days he’s touching her a little more, so she tells herself to practice some more patience.
She looks back in time and when she reminds herself that he’s been touching her for less than two weeks, they’re doing a lot of touching. Before George, she would have been surprised if she let a man touch her as much as he has after twenty weeks of a relationship. She settles down some as she dries herself until she gets to her pubic area then she has to bite her lip and strictly control her fingers to dry and not play. She calms down more as she puts on a medium weight shirt and pants as though she thinks they will prevent her from being able to touch herself.
As she steps out of the bathroom, she sees him sitting on the end of the bed. Without a word, she hands him her comb and brush, turns around, and sits on his legs so he can brush her hair. When he sets the comb and brush aside, she lets him play in her hair for awhile. Just as she’s about to tease him for playing in it for so long, he asks her for a ponytail maker. She points to the brush and he sees a ponytail maker wrapped around the handle. “Oh, duh,” he responds as he takes it off of the brush, puts it on her hair, and asks her, “There, how’s that?”
She gets up to look in the bathroom mirror with a hand mirror and sees that he’s braided her hair starting from her neck on down with a soft braid, which on her black hair, seems to melt from one strand into the next. It probably isn’t going to stay braided that way all day, but it gives her hair a soft look, will keep it from flying all over, and doesn’t pull her scalp. As she lowers the hand mirror, she looks at him in amazement, then raises the hand mirror, looks at the braid again and says, “George, it’s lovely. How did you know how to do it?”
“Um, I didn’t. I just tried it. I think it’s a little crooked and it probably won’t last all day. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Mind? Of course not. I like it. I think I’ll appoint you as my official hair dresser. What other styles do you know?”
A moment later, he swallows nervously then manages to say, “Uh, . . . none. If you want something other than a sloppy braid or loose, I’ll have to get a book and practice.”
“What’s with the nervous reaction?”
He drops his head before he softly answers, “Um, I would prefer not to say.”
She sets her hand mirror down, steps over to him, pulls his head up, looks directly into his eyes, and says, “George, we’ve talked about a lot of things which have been embarrassing to both of us. Nothing you’ve said has sent me screaming from the room or throwing you out of the door. Is what you were thinking any worse than some of those?”
“Um, probably not. I just don’t like to admit I can’t control my thoughts.”
“None of us can really control our thoughts. I’m amazed at how well you control your actions. Now, what was this terrible thought?”
He hesitates before he says, “When you said hair dresser, the first thought that popped into my head was dressing you in your hair.”
“You mean, . . . only in my hair?”
He hesitates then just nods his head.
She pauses then kisses his forehead before she says, “Not yet.”
Since he’s quite surprised she didn’t react, it takes him a little while before he can ask, “You’re not upset?”
“No, my lusty old man. For many years, I set aside the whole notion of physical affection, other than hugs from my family, in order to concentrate on my education. Much to my surprise, and probably to the future shock of my family, when I set that aside it didn’t mean I totally rejected or removed the desire from my personality. Just as you buried your kindness and gentleness, so I buried my desire for intimate physical affection and, as I’ve recently discovered, my desire as a female to be considered attractive. As our journey has led us to this point, I’ve started to unbury those desires. The more you express your desire for me and your attraction to me, the more my desires are unburied.
“You’ve made it clear you find me physically attractive, but you’ve also made it clear that your attraction for me goes much deeper than just my external appearance. For that I’m deeply grateful. That’s a long winded way of saying,” she brushes his face with the end of her braid, “that to hear you say you would like to see me clothed only in my hair, and for me to know you mean it, makes my heart sing.” She leans over a little more and kisses him quite thoroughly.
He places his hands on her waist then lifts some of her weight off of the floor and in a semi-controlled fall, he leans back onto the bed and pulls her with him, without breaking the kiss. Almost immediately, he slides his hands from her waist to wrap his arms around her back. In a couple of moments, he breaks the kiss and pants out, “Sorry.”
She looks around and asks, “How did you do that?”
“Don’t . . . know . . . .”
She mentally shrugs her shoulders then leans back down to kiss his neck and nuzzle his ears.
When his breathing is more or less back to normal, he almost gasps out, “What a woman you are!”
As she caresses his face with a single fingertip, she tells him, “Whatever kind of woman I am, it’s because you’ve unburied, no, not unburied. The woman who was in me was only a seed that with your kindness, gentleness, and desire to help me enjoy pleasure, has sprouted, grown, and blossomed. Any other man I’ve known or heard of, would have scorched the seed and killed it, but you’ve made it grow and blossom. Thank you, George Greyson,” and she kisses him again to breathlessness.
He finally gets enough breath to speak, “Whoa, lady. As much as I treasure and enjoy your kisses and passion, I’m running out of energy. And as much as my body enjoys your body, if I have another release, I’ll probably sleep for hours.”
She looks at him in surprise and asks, “You’ve already had a release today?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Just before I woke up.”
Her eyes open wide and it takes here a little while to ask in astonishment, “Before you woke up!?!”
“Yes.”
“How did you do that when you were asleep?”
“I was dreaming of being in the shower with you.”
“Dreaming . . . in the shower . . . with me?”
“I wasn’t all wet when I woke up, so it must have been a dream, although I don’t recall ever having such a vivid dream before. You’re truly an inspiration to me.”
“Oh my.”
“What?”
“Um . . . I . . . uh . . .”
“What’s the matter?”
In a rush of words, she admits, “In the shower, I was touching myself and wishing it was you who was touching me.”
“That’s what woke me. I heard something, but didn’t know what it was. It was your cry of pleasure.”
“I think that’s the only noise I made which might have been loud enough for you to hear over the noise of the water.”
He gently caresses her face, “I guess great minds think alike.”
“Or is it that we each inspire desire in the other and that’s the only thing on our minds.”
“Yeah, that’s probably much closer to the truth for my mind rather than it being great.”
* * * * *
2147-08-30 (m2)
While George tries to give her a firm but gentle shove to roll her off of him, Sharlene grabs ahold of him and pulls him on top of her then ‘accuses him’, “I do believe, sir, that you’re getting a little friendly.”
“Why not,” and he attempts to kiss her breathless, but he only succeeds in running out of breath himself. When he somewhat goes limp on top of her as he tries to catch his breath, she’s somewhat surprised by his weight, but then, she reminds herself, she’s not had anything except a stuffed toy lay on top of her before. Even while she feels like it’s a super hug, she realizes it wouldn’t take long to become uncomfortable.
Yet, isn’t this something like the typical position for sexual intercourse with the man on top? Maybe there are other reasons to be creative. Or is there more to the man being on top than trying to share pleasure? Like a position of authority or power? She’ll have to ask him about it some time.
When he braces his arms on either side of her to start to take his weight off of her, she mentally breathes a sigh of relief. Instead of getting the rest of the way up, he rests his weight on his elbows and as he slides his body down hers, he ‘walks’ his elbows backwards and trails his fingers along her side which causes her sigh to become of an entirely different nature. After his hands have moved part of the way down her body, he pulls the bottom of her shirt up to just above the waistband of her pants and kisses her bare skin. Her moans turn to groans as she realizes how close he is to where she wants him to touch her. Before the thought reaches her conscious mind to guide his head or hands to between her legs, he kisses the tops of her knees and stands up.
“Come, my lady. As much as I want to stay and play, reality has a rude way of intruding.”
As he reaches out a hand to pull her up, Sharlene sees the tremor in his hand and is instantly contrite as she gets up and says, “Oh, George, I’m sorry. I was so wrapped up in my pleasure, I forgot about your needs.”
He places a finger on her lips and tells her, “Shhh, so did I, until I couldn’t ignore it any more. You’re such a delight. I can think of nothing better to do than to touch you and play with you.”
As they walk to the kitchen with his hands on her shoulders as a precaution, she suggests, “So, do we change our playground to your place for a few days?”
“If you don’t mind.”
“Mind? Actually I’m quite curious about what your home is like and how it reflects your personality. Now sit down at the table while I fix some breakfast.”
