“It makes a tremendous difference knowing you are loved.”
“Maybe.” He changed the subject.
The next day, after I had the thumbs up from Cherine, my loves explained to the infant what is about to happen. I was made to wait outside while they changed her body age and then dressed her. Aganthi also had to wait with me. The door opened and Aganthi gave a cry. They ran to each other.
We let them talk alone while the girls got dressed up. I wanted to celebrate with a meal at a posh restaurant - which might be why Dommi invited her parents to join us.
A timid looking Aganthi stood before me. “Roberto, my friend told me something, please do not get angry.”
“Are you trying to frighten her by making her think I am a fierce horrible man?”
“No. But it is what she thinks you are.”
“Oh?” I sat on the arm of the sofa. “Want to tell me about it?”
“When Aganthi disappeared, I was told she was kidnapped. That some horrible foreigner had locked her up as a prisoner to use her in his brothel.” Under my breath I cursed the doorman of the nightclub.
“Now you find yourself in a house full of young girls and wonder if it is true?”
She gave a gay laugh at this. “I do not know any owner of a brothel who can make dead people come back as little girls again.”
“What a lovely idea. Just think, we could start a whole new business. Turn all the old women who die into little girls for sex.”
“My Roberto loves to tease everyone, you must not believe what he says. He wanted to...never mind. He is too kind to do that.”
“I am kind now? I thought I was stupid.”
She blushed. She ended up having to explain to her friend about her gift and how she had described me. Her friend had a good laugh.
I said, “I bet you are wondering why I do not call you by your name. That girl you were, she died. I could have brought you back at any age. I thought, if you come back as a baby, you get a chance to live your life from the start and let the terrible memories of your past fade away. Tomorrow you will meet two wonderful people. If you are happy with my choice, I think they will want to adopt you. Would you mind if they give you a name?”
“They will love me?”
“They will only get you if they do.”
“If they love me, then I will love them too. I lived nearly fifteen years without anyone loving me. It will be nice to be loved this time.”
“Aganthi, she has a lovely heart, just like you said. Come, get ready. We are going out for supper. The parents of Dommi are coming also. They are nice.” I reassured her.
The next morning, Socrati and Sonja arrived and Aganthi gawked at them. Seeing people appear out of nowhere still is a novelty to her. She was holding her friend, as a baby again, and I saw the shock in the eyes of the infant. It is very different being told about it and seeing it.
After greeting all my girls with a hug, Socrati went to Aganthi.
“This is your friend?”
“Yes.”
The baby put up her arms to be picked up. He chuckled and brought her to Sonja. When the baby smiled at her we knew this little cunning girl has already started to make headway. After a while I asked them if they would like to see her as a little girl, say about four or five. They nodded and she was metamorphosed. Though in the nude now, she grinned at them. They knew she is Albanian so did not bat an eyelid at her heavily accented Greek.
“You are friends of Mister Roberto?”
“Yes, we like to think so.”
“You must be nice people then. He told me he only likes nice people.”
“The same must be true for you. How much of your previous life do you remember?”
“All of it.” Her eyes clouded.
“I only asked because I want to know your name.”
“If I find people to love and love me, they must choose a new name. Mister Roberto said I can start a new life, so I must have a new name.”
I said, “Please stop calling me Mister (Kyrie).”
“It is difficult. When you beg at street lights, you must call everybody mister or misses.”
“I bet you were popular, you always seem to have a smile for everyone and you laugh easily. You will never have to beg again. Not for money nor for love. I want you to be proud of who you are. Hmm, think of it this way. If you were not somebody very special, do you think I would have taken the trouble to find your soul amongst so many that die every day, and bring you back in a new body?”
“You promise I am special?”
“Yes.”
She turned to Aganthi with a huge grin. “I am also special.”
Socrati said, “I would like you to come with my wife and me to stay with us for a few days. We promise to return you whenever you want.”
“Do you want me to be like this or as a baby.”
“What do you want?”
“I want to stay a baby. I want to start again and be a baby.”
“Aganthi, have you told her for how many years she may be a baby?”
“No. I was not sure.”
“You will be a baby for about fifty years. You really want to be a baby for so long?”
She actually looked as if she was considering it. She smiled, “No! Maybe for one year.”
They took her and Aganthi look miserable.
“You have not lost your friend. Within a few weeks, if she stays with them, you will be able to visit her whenever you want. It will be as if she is in the next room.”
The heat of summer was now bearable in our new air conditioned home. Everybody who can, leaves Athens in August. We had to stay as I have huge debts and I want to pay Alki back. With everyone gone and the girls mostly in the pool, I got a lot of new work done and toyed with some of my crazy ideas, hoping one of them can be turned into something profitable.
Whatever my economic situation, with the birthday of Samantha coming up, I had to make it special for her. I created a design using the Sparklers as my motif and gave it to a jewellery shop that takes orders. Just in time too, as they were closing soon for the holidays. They made a bracelet for her. The clamp is in the shape of the head of Ordinx. As I used emeralds to represent the Sparklers, choosing each stone for an approximate colour match, it was expensive, but I knew I had a winner.
When it was midnight we all kissed her and wished her a wonderful birthday. All the girls gave her their gifts. I did not. She pretended not to notice and joked and exclaimed over her presents. When we went to bed she flowed into my arms and instead of my doing all I could to show her how I love her, she showed me.
Having drunk of all her sweet essences and inhaled her milky breath, I then proceeded to stoke the glowing embers of desire again and then pulled away. Before she could moan in protest, she was covered by a sea of tiny arms, legs and bodies. All the girls wanted to show her their love. There is a certain tenderness, even during passion, that is peculiar to my girls when they love each other. They teased each little flame until Sam was a roaring inferno and they all came together, one massive orgasm, seemingly without end.
I lay quietly, feeling the exchanges of love, the pride they all feel in having her as one of us. The circle was as real as it could be in this physical world. Samantha pulled Wendy and Aganthi to her and her mind swam off into the world of dreams, content and happy.
Silently Cherine gestured and we went to the kitchen.
“You should have told me you forgot to get her a present. You could have had mine.”
“You expect me to go buying fancy gifts for a baby? She can wait until she gets a little older.”
“You are a bugger, you made me worry for nothing!”
“You really must learn to show your husband more respect. Come here.” I grabbed her to tickle her.
Later, standing with my love in my arms I felt the most incredible tenderness and love for her. I looked down at her sweet size and shape and wondered that her body can give her so much pleasure. I pulled her up till her head could rest on my shoulders. I then carried her back to bed and she cuddled up against me and we slept.
In the morning they all awoke and quietly left me to sleep as they prepared for the visitors they knew are coming. I woke up late and felt a delicious sensuous pleasure throughout my body. It knew it has truly been loved by my lovely girls.
“Because it is a special day, we have made you toast and coffee, it is waiting for you outside. Afterwards there is one cigarette for you.”
“Why don’t all of you sit with me while I have my breakfast? Especially you my daughter. I want to look at my birthday girl while I have breakfast. Sit there, opposite me.”
As she went to sit she found the package. Before even opening it her face radiated her joy. When she opened it and saw the bracelet she screamed, showing it to all of them. She ran around the table and flung herself into my arms.
“Your first year of life with us has made my life a thing of beauty and strangeness. We have already been through so much together. I can hardly wait to see what is to come.”
“I feel like making it be you.” she whispered.
“Shh.” I put my finger to my lips. “Maybe a bit later?”
With all the people that kept turning up that day we had to wait for evening, but it was worth the wait.
I hope you enjoy reading this story of fantasy, adventure and love.
17th October, 2018
@nikosnitza