Changed m'mind! This'ns in JESSE'S pov! Rnt u people LUCKY:giggles: 4 the 1st time… I know how this is going to end. I know what's going to happen. And that kindof scares me. I think I'm almost done. Finally. I'll put in the chapter I post right after I finish how many chapters the story ends up being. (31, as it turns out!) The rating changes 2 R in this'n, but the lemon is crucial to a plot, so skip it at your own risk. And please don't flame it, I know I don't know what I'm doing. Anything else, feel free to flame. But I'm a total amateur at lemons. Feel free 2 flame me 4 being so freakishly mean. I'm in that kind of a mood, because it's that time of the month. That seems to be when I do most of my writing. :grins: OK, so here. Damn… I really don't like this chappy… :-(

Susannah thinks I don't like her revealing clothes. (True, they're not nearly as revealing as what the young people are wearing today, but that might be because of me.) But the truth is, I love her revealing clothes. What I don't love is the idea of other men seeing her in them. Yes, I'm possessive. But it's never bothered her before. But today was different. Today, we were going to Slater's apartment. Slater. That name. Just thinking it made me shake with rage. But mi querida, for possibly the first, and least opportune, time in her life, has decided to be forgiving. I was willing to go along with it since it seemed like either that or she'd go anyway. Alone. But what she was wearing today, just a "simple" sleeveless thing and incredibly short shorts, was far to revealing for a visit to his house. When I brought this up, however, she became argumentative. She said I'd want her to just wear a hijab and sari. I agreed that that would be nice. I said it lightly, but she just got angry.

I finally dematerialized in a huff. Oh, I didn't go far. I'm no fool. I just preceded her to the apartment door. When she got up from the elevator, I was waiting for her. I didn't want that mulo to know we hadn't come in together. I put my arm around her.

She pushed it off. "He said not to be lovey-dovey in front of him. Surely you can understand that."

"Yes, I learned it very well from… let's see… who was it?"

"Shut up, he's coming."

"Shut up"? Since when did mi querida tell me to "shut up"? I blamed that… that… Slater. He opened the door. "Suze!"

"Paul!" They hugged. Something wicked this way comes.

"This is the big day, Suze…"

"Which big day?"

"The day we spill all to Rico."

"Oh… Already?"

"Rico? Spill all? Susannah…" I gritted my teeth. "What is he talking about?"

She didn't answer.

"Come on in, guys."

We walked into the apartment and sat down. I was on the couch. Susannah was on the chair with Slater. Bad. Bad. Bad. He put his arm around her and she looked into his eyes apprehensively. He smiled down at her reassuringly. No. No, querida, please no…

She sighed. "Jesse… Paul and I have been… well… I'm sorry, but when I thought you were… with Claire… I'm really sorry, Jesse."

"Really… sorry… Jesse…" I tried to digest this. I couldn't.

"Babe," Paul spoke down to her. "Maybe it'd be better if I talked to him alone real quick?" I didn't bother to respond. Susannah bit her lip and left the room. I watched her leave, stunned. "Hey Jesse. Look into my eyes."

"No. Your eyes are as evil as you are." I lacked even the will to swear at him. Nonetheless, I found myself looking up. "I hate you, Slater."

He just laughed. He seemed to be in an excessively good humor, but then, the reason for that was obvious. "I know ya do. Now listen up." He said some things about relaxing, and I fell half-asleep. "You will go into my bedroom and sit in the chair. You will not move the chair. You will be tied to the chair, and you will neither dematerialize nor go through the rope nor break it. You will remain in the chair as long as the rope is tied. And you will not take your eyes off Suze." He didn't do a thing about my memory, as I assumed he had last time... whatever he had done. He just clapped in my face. And before I knew it, I was sitting in a chair. Facing the bed.

What was he doing? He tied me to the chair with one thin piece of rope. I couldn't break it. I couldn't go through it. I couldn't dematerialize. I had been hypnotized. And I could only hope that my Susannah had been, too. Slater left the room for a moment. Susannah ran in, right past me. She jumped onto the bed. She didn't give me a second look. Or a first. "Paulie, I'm in the mood!" No. Nombre de dios no!

"Coming, Suze!" He lay down beside her. And kissed her.

"Susannah! Please stop! Why are you doing this?"

She took control of the kiss. She rolled over on top of him. "Susannah, please! Mi querida!"

"I love you, Paulie."

"Don't say that!"

"I love you too, Suze." She smiled up at him. I tried to look away, but I couldn't. She started kissing him. Really kissing him. Worse than ever before. Soon, she had the sleeveless thing off. Then… Then the too short shorts.

"Susannah! Stop! Please! Susannah!"

She had his shirt off, then. The kissing still went on. He was kissing my querida. MY querida! Her tongue trailed down from his mouth… all the way down. "Slater! Stop! You've won! Please, please stop!"

"I don't want to stop. She's almost there." He was responding to me! But she didn't know. She just grinned up. Somehow his undergarments were off. Her mouth continued down. And then…

"NO! Stop! I can't take it! At least let me go! Please stop," I begged. "Please."

"Don't stop, Suze." She made a motion that implied 'I would respond, but my mouth is full.' If I had been alive, I would have died. I was broken. Why was she doing this? I wanted to believe she had been hypnotized, but even if she was, it suddenly wasn't good enough. Slater grunted and it was done.

Then her bra was off. I tried to close my eyes, to turn my head. I couldn't. I would not cry. I would not cry! Not in front of him. Crying is so… feminine. Weak. I couldn't. Then his mouth was… even I hadn't done that!

"Paulie, you're not like usual!"

Usual? There was a usual?

"I'm sorry, babe."

"It's OK... you're... hotter."

Then, she was naked. She was as beautiful as ever, but she was in the wrong bed. In the wrong arms. Kissing the wrong lips. "If you do this, Slater..." I warned him.

"You'll what?"

Susannah thought he was talking to her. "You'll see…" she chided playfully.

And then… he entered her.

He groaned.

She screamed.

I roared.

At the height of her ill-gotten pleasure, she shouted… "Jesse!"

"What?"

She froze. "Oh my god… I'm so sorry, Paulie! I don't even know a Jesse!" Didn't know a Jesse? What kind of a lie…? Did she really…? "You know Paulie's my second favorite word!" Paulie is? That… that… Slater… grinned.

"What's your first?" Yes, Susannah, what's your first?

She frowned. "I don't remember… There was something odd about tonight… your heat…"

"It's me you're thinking of, Susannah! Jesse!"

"Jesse…" she pondered thoughtfully. "Paulie… how come in my memories… you have a Spanish accent?"

"What, Susannah? Are you saying… do you mean…"

"Suze, you're delirious…"

"You never call me Suze! You call me Susannah!"

"Querida! It's me!"

"Querida! That was it! My favorite word! I melted every time you… he? Said it! Paul." She pushed him away suddenly. "Who the hell is Jesse?"

He sighed, resigned. "Jesse was… your boyfriend. But you broke up, and you asked me to hypnotize you so you didn't remember him."

Didn't… remember me? "Querida, it's not true! We're engaged!"

"He wasn't my boyfriend… he was my fiancé! Your story doesn't work."

"Suze. I didn't want to tell you. You said you didn't want to remember. You were engaged… when he moved on. You said it was too painful to remember! I'm really sorry, Suze."

No! His story was perfect! "No, Paul. He might've moved on." No! "But I wouldn't trade my memories of him for anything! Which means that you hypnotized me against my will! Which means that you are a fucking liar... and you were probably lying about everything else! Where's Jesse, Paul? He's not coming when I call. And if you did anything to him…"

"Damn. Fine, Suze. Have your little fun. Jesse's in here now."

"What?"

"He's right in here."

"If you are lying, I will make you pay. You are going to envy the dead."

She got up, looked down at herself, blushed madly and ran into the bathroom. I, of course, couldn't take my eyes off of her still. Slater could. He just didn't.

"You make me sick, you pinche cabron."

"Don't you talk, asshole. You just ruined everything."

"You are the one who…" I trailed off as Susannah came back in, wrapped in a towel.

"I couldn't bring myself to put on your clothes. Oh my god, everything's been shaking this whole time. I thought it was you, but it wasn't, was it? It was Jesse. He's been watching. You sick bastard. Jesse! Jesse, baby! Where are you?"

"I'm over here, querida!" She walked around the room, but she kept swerving at the last moment before she hit my chair. I put my hand out and caught her.

"Jesse! I feel you, but I can't see you!" She followed my arm until she found me. She ran her fingers through my hair. "Oh, it is you! Oh my god, have you been watching us the whole time? Oh Jesse! I'm so sorry! He made it… he made it so I kind of thought he was you! Did you see… oh my god… I'm so sorry!" I pulled her hand down to the rope. "Oh, poor baby! You're all tied up!" She untied the knot and I could move again. "I still can't see you! There was always… some… something… something visible… my ring! Where's my ring? SLATER!"

"It's where I found my keys this morning," he informed her, all traces of humor gone.

She pulled me up. "Jesse, I have a feeling you'd know where Paul found his keys this morning."

I walked out to the couch and lifted the cushions. Behind the left one. There it was. Shining like the eyes of mi querida. I lifted it and brushed it off. "Susannah."

Suze's POV

I saw the ring. And as soon as I did, I saw the hand holding it. And I followed the hand up. And it was attached to an arm, and that arm was attached to the most gorgeous body on earth. I leaned in to kiss him, but he stopped me. Oh shit. He was mad at me.

"Querida, your lips… I know where they've been."

I gagged. "Oh my god… I… to… Paul… and… he…"

"Yes."

"Jesse… Would you like to kill him or may I?"

"No killing."

"You're right. Death's way too good for him. Can I hit him really hard?"

"Yes. But no killing."

"Ooh Paauuliiiiie!" I went back into the god-damned bedroom. "Paul, you've outdone yourself. I didn't think anyone was capable of such an act. I feel sure it's never been done. We've been quoting The Princess Bride at each other, I know… do you remember 'to the pain'?"

"Naturally. First you lose your feet, left then right, then your hands, then your nose, then your eyes, but you keep your ears."

"Not just 'you' in the general sense. 'You' as in Paul Slater.

"Oh, you won't."

"Not yet. Wanna see how many hits it takes for you to go unconscious? What's your bet?"

"20, at the least. But you won't…"

"Get your clothes on if you feel lucky." He did, apparently. And it turned out, it only took 3. But then, I was pretty mad.

I lifted him up on pure adrenaline, and 'accidentally' dropped him. "Jesse, can you lock him up somewhere? I have to go shower. Repeatedly."

He did, and I did, until my skin was red and raw. When I came out, he was reading a book in front of the closet where I'd hidden before. "Hey, Jesse." I shuffled nervously.

"Querida."

I moved once more to kiss him.

He stopped me again. "Could you… wash your mouth first?"

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I used up all my mouthwash."

"You just bought a new…"

"I know."

His grim frown turned up a little at the sides. "Querida…" He kissed me. "He's in the closet. And he's staying there for a while until we figure out what to do with him."

"Are you mad at me?"

"Not at you, querida."

"But you're sad."

"Wouldn't you be?"

"Yes… I'm really really really really sorry Jesse, if that's not still taboo."

"It's OK when it's not your fault." I brightened at this. "I wonder…"

"What?"

"Why you could break the spell and I couldn't…"

"Desire?"

"Querida… I desired very much to leave, as you can well imagine." I nodded unhappily. "But I couldn't."

"True… I would say brainpower, but clearly that's not the case for us."

He smiled weakly.

"Oh, Jesse! I can't believe he… I can't believe I… and you saw… and he made you…" I broke off between misery and intense rage. And what poor Jesse must be feeling would have to be even worse! I threw my arms around him. There was a thud against the closet door, and then total silence. Too quiet. Jesse stuck his head into the closet through the door. He pulled it out immediately. His mouth was thin and his eyes were closed.

"He is not alone."

"What's he doing?"

"Kissing." His voice shook with uncontrolled rage.

"Who?"

"Maria."

"This is supposed to be a punishment!" I shouted.

"Go away!" Maria's voice. Ugg! This time at least I didn't feel jealous at all. I think.

I turned a malevolent smile toward Jesse. And called Diego. He came immediately. I shushed him and pointed toward the closet. He opened his mouth, but Jesse shook his head and pointed to the closet as well. With nothing to lose, he went inside. Yelling and thudding ensued. "Hey, Paul, it's a shame you didn't stay through The Sixth Sense with the rest of us! It had a scene just like this! A boy stuck in a closet with ghosts beating him up! Only he hadn't been making out with the ghost's wife! Isn't it funny how these things work?"

"Yeah, real—" Grunt "—funny."

More thuds, more grunts, and total silence. But this time, real silence.

"Jesse? Is it OK if I go see Claire about something?"

"Sure," he said absently. His gaze was elsewhere. The wall with our picture, actually. But he didn't seem to be quite focusing on it. I imagined what the pictures in his head must look like and hugged him again.

"My poor Jesse!"

Crap. Total crap. I know, I know. Please don't flame… wait, I retract that. If it's either flame or no review, I'd prefer the flame. Just so I know you people are out there… Uargh. Hehe. It was fun, though… I like making all of them suffer… hehehehehe. Bwahahahaha. You probably hate me now. And that's OK. As long as you tell me so in a REVIEW! Or an e-mail, even, if you feel like… I e-mail my reviewers quite often when they haven't reviewed… hehe. Well, even if u h8 me now, I still luuurve y'all! 4 putting up w m'story:-D