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The Queen, Part 2

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She could make me do things I never thought I would

Amazing how she can put me in positions that I never thought I could fill...

The late afternoon turned to the late night, evidenced by the visible change in both volume and appearance of my queens subjects. The large middle aged blue collar slave, began to morph into, a slicker, more refined slave, those whose love for my queen, gave birth to other interests, like little meetings in the restroom, hushed conversation with obvious handshakes concluding their business. The toll my queen takes on her subjects spurred them on to more devious measures of support for her, their habit. I reached for what I thought was my last 10, and with disgruntled acknowledgment, got a small wad of pocket lint in return. My evening was over, time to make room for the others. I swayed a little when I got up, the servants of my queen were generous in their distribution of libations, knowing that it eased the passage of my money, her money, onto her throne. My breathe, in a misty complaint of the cold air, clouded my sight as I walked out into the dull colors of the night. I breathed in deep, sorrow at having to leave my queen. I lowered my eyes, focusing on the crumpled paper blowing aimlessly at my feet. As I followed it's haphazard path down the street away from the throne, I felt the slight tap at my shoulder, it jolted me from my miserable summation, and turning, I see, my queen. Or was it? She had removed her royal garb, her hair a different color, the wig hanging with her ornaments in the changing room. Her eyes softer, dare I say, innocent, without the heavy colors, the extended lashes, that brought out their seductive gaze from the dark. Speaking a whisper in my ear, I knew, it was her, my queen, her voice had confirmed her bond. She still had control, even in this visage. I knew, in a few soft words, my role of servant, now went to protector...amazing how she can put me in positions that I never thought I could fill. I, the newly knighted slave, threw my coat around her. Come my queen, I will protect you, you will be safe with me. This is why I work my mundane, back breaking job, so I might protect her and escape from the listless world that was mine, outside this Queen's castle.

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Queen : Part 3

First published in: opinionsofeye.com



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By Uttam Gill on November 26, 2011 at 09:31 am

Reading this Sager I feel very strongly that I read first the part 1...

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By Uttam Gill on November 26, 2011 at 10:11 am

Now I have understood...Sager you picked up the back lines of the entire business and so well summed up the unread lives of many…who with no choice left carved their listless life to be in castle of queen...the protector as they are… (Or you mean to say slave)...You have really pen down a story so well depicting the sordid affair of many women around the globe…I am speechless…I am just wondering that how life is so different beyond the gaze of glittering show world…many questions…many answers…Yet world so indifferent to them…people are lining to empty their pockets to fill the coffers of those who are mercilessly taken off from the list of ordinary people…That’s how they are listless and now I understand these line as you wrote in part one of THE QUEEN…"to empty my account, her account. This is why I work my mundane, back breaking job, so I might see her and escape from the listless world that was mine, outside this Queen's castle"

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By Batman on November 26, 2011 at 12:53 pm

Fascinating.

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By D. Sager on November 27, 2011 at 10:27 am

Thank you gentlemen for the encouraging words. Neither is "wrong" and both agree to the terms of thier relationship. For one it is a living, for the other hope. I have often given my wares for an exchange of hope.

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