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Stories for Pleba Girls Part XVIII - Blueeyes

Holy smoke! This one's an epic!! Well, I think I was most nervous of posting this one, because not only is bluey a prolific and talented writer, but this is her territory, and I have never before attempted to write a MacPhisto story. I decided the best strategy would be to NOT read any MPS stuff, but to stick to my own style. So, I made up my own MacPhisto story and background, and hopefully the MPS crew won't be offended by my total lack of expertise.

Bluey, I hope this story will cheer you up a little, I loved writing it for you! ((((HUGS))))


Mirrors of the Soul

“GASP!” Jen sat bolt upright in bed, sweating profusely yet shivering as though she were naked in the frigid, wintry streets of Saskatoon and not inside her snug bed. As Jen lay in the darkness trying to catch her breath and recall the dream that must have awakened her, she noticed an unusual and heavy stillness to the air as she tried to breathe, making her feel like a fish floating in a stagnant pool. Pins and needles began to devour her limbs and a feeling of panic overtook her. Jen sank deeper into bed, and was about to pull the covers over her head, when a faint whisper drew her attention to the other side of her bedroom. To her combined fascination and horror, she soon discovered that her full-length mirror was emitting a pale gold light, even though the room was pitch black and she couldn’t otherwise see an inch in front of her nose.

Gradually, the glow became stronger…richer…brighter …and the whispers deepened and lengthened until they became a soft voice singing – a siren song that led her, trancelike out of bed and towards the mirror. Peering inside, Jen squinted as her eyes adjusted to the strong light, her own visage obscured by a form that was beginning to take shape. Suddenly, what had been a blurry outline drew sharply into focus and there, gazing at her with an impish grin, stood none other than Mr. MacPhisto himself singing softly to her.

Are you lonesome tonight?
Do you miss me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?
Does your memory stray to a bright summer day
When I kissed you and called you sweetheart?
Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare?
Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?
Is your heart filled with pain?
Shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?

Jen’s mouth opened but no sound emerged. Was this another dream? A hallucination? How could this BE? MacPhisto didn’t actually exist…did he?

“My dear, you do look appropriately surprised to see me.” MacPhisto’s kind but riveting eyes held hers as he spoke, and Jen found herself nodding slowly, her mouth slowly curving into a weak smile.

“While you are regaining your composure, perhaps I’d better explain myself, although I must beg your indulgence, as this story is one that you may find difficult to believe at best.” Again Jen nodded, desperately restraining herself from reaching through the mirror to touch the gleaming fabric of his suit, in case her boldness would make him disappear into a cloud of smoke.

“I have made myself known to you tonight, because our fates are irrevocably intertwined and I am now in need of your assistance. I have been watching you ever since we first met, when our souls collided that evening you saw me perform with U2 on television. That’s right my dear, with satellite television, even via videotape, you can go anywhere. I connected with you through space, time and technology. One look at you and I knew that you would be my saviour. You MUST be the one, because now that I am about to reveal the truth about myself, I have taken the first step on an irreversible path.

You see, I have been around for many thousands of years, collecting hearts and souls for a power much higher (or lower as the case may be), than myself. Recently, I was assigned to that band of idealistic, do-gooding rapscallions with poor fashion sense known as U2. These boys were beginning to capture a few too many hearts and souls of their own, so I think some jealousy came into play on the part of my superiors. My assignment was to take up residency in Bono’s body, and to manipulate him into leading the rest of the band, and possibly some of their fans to do our bidding. The problem was, I began to enjoy my new assignment and persona a little too much, and HE began to influence ME! Not only were his ideas captivating, but during the part of the performance when I would take over……ooooh, the lights! The music! The screaming women! The hilarious prank phone calls! This was the career for which I was meant all along, and I never wanted it to end. I still don’t. When I take leave of Bono’s body and want to be seen by mortals such as yourself, I retain his form as not only is it recognizable to you, but it is one to which I have become pleasantly accustomed.

As if all of this weren’t enough too get me into trouble, I committed the greatest crime of all. I fell in love…with you…from the first moment I saw you as I dare say, you did with me. And now, my very existence hangs in the balance. If I am not able to capture U2 by Saturday night (it was Thursday), I will be cast into this world a mortal – with 24 hours to live, and not one moment longer. Then I will die, and who knows what will happen to me after that. A demotion at best…I shudder to think what other fate might await me. So you see my dear, much as it pains my not inconsiderable ego to admit this, I need your help. I need you to succeed where I have failed, by capturing U2. If you are successful, not only will I be redeemed in the eyes of my superiors, but more importantly, I will be free to look upon, protect and love you from afar for the rest of my existence. Won’t you please help me, my blue-eyed cherubim?”

His eyes, now rimmed with tears pleaded with her, tearing at her heart. Jen’s mind began to spin as her mouth went dry. This was insanity! It was worse than insanity, it was impossible! Mr. MacPhisto, the love of her life was real, but he wanted her to help him destroy the other love of her life, U2? Jen’s dizziness overcame her, and she held onto a nearby chair for support.

“I know this is a lot to comprehend…but I’m afraid time has run out and I need your answer right away. It won’t be a difficult task; this is the kind of job that can easily be accomplished through the wiles of a woman such as yourself. Not only that, but I will bestow magical powers upon you to make your task ludicrously simple. First, your eyes will change colour according to which band member you are with. Blue for Bono, Green for Edge, Grey for Larry and Brown for Adam. Your personality will correspondingly transform with each eye colour so that you will become irresistible to whomever you are with. Once you have conquered each member of the band, you will put on a lemon velvet dress…the coup de grace. All four members must be in the room at once, and when they see you in that dress, your power will completely overtake them, and you will then be able to hand them safely over to me for disposal. Oh please won’t you do it? For me? For old times’ sake? For new times’ sake?”

MacPhisto’s expression was beseeching, eyebrows knitting and lower lip quivering slightly. She knew there was no way she could resist her shiny man. And besides, she would get to meet U2 and have them find her irresistible! This was an experience she simply could not turn down. Besides, she had every confidence that U2 would be able to resist whatever it was that was in store for them. Jen nodded her consent and MacPhisto beamed with delight, looking very much like the cat that swallowed the canary.

“I knew I could count on you my love, I knew it!” MacPhisto clapped his hands with all the excitement of a small child at Christmas, laughing with glee. “You fly to Ireland tomorrow and there will be instructions on your voicemail when you wake up. You won’t see me again until the day you hand them over to me. But for now my dear, you must sleep. I shall now sing you a lullaby that will make your transformation complete. Sweet dreams….” MacPhisto motioned for Jen to climb back into bed, and before she knew it, she heard his sweet voice again, not floating through the room as it had before, but inside her head as clearly as if she had speakers inside her own brain.

Heaven, a gateway, a hope
Just like the feeling inside, it's no joke
And though it hurts me to treat you this way
Betrayed my words, I'd never heard, too hard to say
Up, down, turn around
Please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I'll walk alone
I'll find my soul as I go home

Oh, you've got green eyes
Oh, you've got blue eyes
Oh, you've got grey eyes
And I've never seen anyone quite like you before
No, I've never met anyone quite like you before
Bolts from above hit the people down below
People in this world, we have no place to go
Oh, it's the last time
Oh, I've never met anyone quite like you before
Oh no, I've never met anyone quite like you before

***

The next morning, Jen’s eyes snapped open bright and early. The room was silent save for her own heartbeat echoing loudly in her ears. With memories of her incredible encounter flooding back, she threw off the covers excitedly, rushing to her phone to check her messages. The rapid tone indicated that there was indeed a message for her, and her heart jumped violently in her chest. With a quivering finger, she entered her mailbox and password.

“Do you know who I am? I know who you are. I know you even better than you know yourself.” The unmistakable voice with its tired British accent poured sensuously into her ear, causing every hair on her body to stand on end. “Hello?…Hello? Is that Bluey’s voice mail? This is Mr. MacPhisto! Look what you’ve done to me! I was once a magnificent creation! Now I’ve gone and fallen in love with you and I’ve become nothing more than a tired, heartsick old pop star with platform shoes adorning his last legs. But you are going to help me to become the brightest star in his constellation once again! Baby baby baby, light my waaaaaaay!!! What a night we had together! I so look forward to spending more time with you, but business MUST come before pleasure dahhhhling. For now, I must give you your instructions, ….oh, and I’ve always wanted to say this…this message will self combust after you’ve heard it, so please do listen very closely!” Jen giggled softly, pen in hand poised to write her instructions down on a notepad.

Her mission was very simple. She would fly to Dublin that very afternoon, to stay in the Clarence Hotel. Between her time spent in the Hotel and the Kitchen nightclub, or simply wandering the streets and eating in local restaurants, MacPhisto himself would arrange to have each of the band members’ paths cross with hers. To Bono, she would become political activist, poet and author. To Edge, she would be a renowned scientist in town to deliver a paper on genetics at Trinity College. To Larry, she would be a country singer on tour and to Adam, she would be an independently wealthy world-traveler and playgirl, in town to attend a fashion show. She had to deliver all four members of U2 into the hands of MacPhisto by Saturday at midnight.

***

At approximately 12:01am on Friday morning, Jen found herself waiting at the baggage carousel of Dublin International Airport. The airport was quite empty, and Jen stifled some yawns as she waited. All the excitement and travel were beginning to take their toll. Ever the glamour girl, she had bought and packed a wide array of outfits for every possible occasion. At the moment however, she was dressed in a comfy pair of bedazzled jeans and a black turtleneck sweater.

“Aaah, there they are.” she mumbled to herself as she watched her four large suitcases and hatbox tumbling down the baggage chute. As Jen began to wrestle with the bags, she sensed someone standing behind her. “Would you like some help with your bags?” A gentle voice asked.

Still wrestling, Jen gratefully answered that she would. “It’s these four and that hat box, but I can handle the hat box.” She laughed, letting go of the large bag and grabbing the big round one. Placing it on the floor, she finally looked at the man who had so graciously offered to help. At first, she could only admire his behind as he bent over the conveyor belt. But when he turned around, smiling triumphantly with all four bags at his feet, she felt a strange, warm, tingling sensation spreading across her body. The glowing face belonged unmistakably to The Edge.

Immediately, both parties began to blush.

“Why, thank you! You are very kind. Um,…ah, I don’t suppose you know the way to the taxi stand, do you?” She stammered slightly.

“I like your jeans!” Edge replied, ignoring her question. Judging by the expression on his face, he liked a lot more than that.

“Oh, thank you! Well Edge, I won’t pretend you weren’t an influence in my deciding to buy them!” Edge appeared delighted that she recognized him, and held out his hand to shake hers. It was warm and gentle.

“You have beautiful green eyes too!” He murmured shyly, face bowed slightly so he looked at her from under his lashes. She was about to ask him why he thought her eyes were green when they were so obviously the bluest eyes ever to grace anyone’s face, when suddenly she remembered. That tingly feeling must have something to do with her magical powers! This was so exciting!

“But please forgive me, you were asking about the taxis.” Edge continued, “Actually, I just got in myself, so why don’t I give you a lift? There will be a car waiting for me just outside. I can help you put your bags on a trolley too.” Jen graciously accepted, making a concerted effort not to cover his sweet face with kisses. In the car ride downtown, Edge asked her what brought her to Dublin.

“Actually, I am here to present a paper at Trinity College about genetics.”

“Oh really?” Edge’s eyes lit up with interest. “Tell me about it!”

“OK….well, it’s basically about how the sex determining gene Sry, on the Y chromosome, is the primary signal for directing the indifferent gonad into the male differentiation pathway. Between 12 and 12.5 dpc the first morphological sign of male differentiation appears, with the formation of testis cords that contain Sertoli- and germ cells. In addition to Sry, several transcription factors controlling sex determination/differentiation have been isolated. These include the Sry-related gene Sox9, two orphan members of the nuclear hormone receptor family, Sf-1 and Dax1, and the Wilms' tumourassociated gene, Wt-1. Although knowledge about the function of these transcription factors is constantly increasing, little information is available on downstream events following the activation of these factors. These events include processes such as gonad-mesonephros interactions, migration of cells from the mesonephros into the gonad, Sertoli and Leydig cell differentiation, cross-talk between Sertoli and germ cells and aggregation of cells into testis cords.”

Jen paused for breath, feeling suitably impressed with herself. Edge gasped, “I think I’m in love!” as his eyes clouded over with adoration, and a weak and incredulous smile spread across his face. Jen peeked discreetly in the general area of his crotch and admired her handiwork. The rumours about sexual arousal and the collection of data were true! By the time Edge had personally escorted her to her hotel room door, they had made a date for the next night. He wanted to spend the day with her, but Jen protested shyly that she not only had to give her paper, but also attend a symposium with a number of Nobel prizewinning scientists. It would simply be impossible to meet before midnight Saturday night. Edge was puzzled that she wanted to meet him in the grand ballroom of the hotel at precisely midnight, but the mystery of it all intrigued him. It nearly killed her not to be able to seize him and rip off all his clothes right then and there, but this was strictly verboten. It might interfere with her commitment to the mission, and she knew that MacPhisto’s eyes were always watching. Jen showered and fell into a deep sleep.

After awaking at 11am, Jen wandered over to Bewley’s Café for breakfast. As she savoured her chocolate croissant while reading the paper, Jen suddenly felt the tingling sensation again. Putting down her paper abruptly, she noticed that sure enough, there was Adam Clayton, coffee and ciggy in hand, admiring her from the other end of the room. Jen raised her coffee cup in a toast and Adam winked at her. Coincidentally enough, both got up to leave the café at the same time.

“Excuse me, but before you leave, I just wanted to compliment you on your terrific sense of style. You really know how to put an outfit together! I couldn’t help but notice you from the other end of the room, and I don’t mean that as just a pick up line. You are truly a stunning woman!” Adam enthused. Jen grinned coquettishly. “Why thank you Adam Clayton, you aren’t too bad yourself!”

“Where are you off to this fine day?” Adam asked, following her as she walked down Gratfton Street.

“Well, I was going to do a little shopping and then catch the Miriam Mone show.”

“You’re KIDDING! So was I! Naomi is going to be in that show. May I accompany you?”

After a few hours of highly enjoyable power shopping and a late lunch, Adam was smitten enough with his new brown-eyed beauty that he had bought her a number of beautiful new outfits – and made plans to meet her in the grand ballroom of the hotel at midnight. After the fashion show, Adam wandered off to chat with Naomi, and Jen made a quick getaway. She still had two more band members to conquer, and time was running out!

Jen made her way to Tosca’s, Norman Hewson’s restaurant for dinner. She was famished and needed her strength for the continued conquering of U2. Wondering if she would even get in, as she didn’t have a reservation, she approached the Maitre D’ and timidly asked if there might be a table for one available anywhere in the restaurant.

“Why, madam, I’m awfully sorry but…oh, wait a minute please.” Jen watched as the Maitre D’ crossed to the other side of the room. Suddenly, the warm tingling began to overtake her again. There, sitting in the corner of the room, at a cozy table by himself was Bono. Jen gasped quietly to herself. Oh, he was more perfect than she could possibly have imagined! Her heart ached with unrequited love.

After some hushed conversation, both Bono and the Maitre D’ gestured to her. When she arrived at the table, Bono said, “I would be honoured if you would join me as my guest for dinner tonight, Ms. Fehr. To be able to pick your brain…well it would be an opportunity of a lifetime for me.” Jen’s flabbergasted expression made Bono laugh. “Well you ARE Jennifer Fehr the renowned author and social activist, are you not?” Bono queried, eyes sparkling with admiration and a hint of lust.

“Um. Why yes, I am!” Jen marveled at what notions MacPhisto must have put in Bono’s head, and wondered if he were still in Bono’s body. Probably not, it was up to her to influence him if this mission were to be a success. Over a couple of bottles of vintage wine and a SCRUMPTIOUS pasta dish with cream sauce and scallops, Bono and Jen talked about lyrics, music, world issues, politics, idealism and love. He marveled at her sense of humour and eloquent insights and proclaimed her to be an asset to humanity.

“Why, Bono I…” Jen’s face began to redden from a combination of humility and adoration.

“And your beautiful blue eyes. I have never seen anything like them in my entire life. They are like deep star sapphires.” He placed a hand over hers and ran his thumb over the back of her hand. Jen would have remained stuck in that moment forever if she could have, but she suddenly became aware that it was 10:00 and she had but two hours to finish her job.

“Bono, I have to excuse myself, I have something I must do, but if you would like to resume this conversation in a couple of hours, I could meet you in the Clarence’s Grand Ballroom at midnight!”

Bono smiled sensually. “My very own Cinderella! I’ll be there…”

Jen rushed from the restaurant, and headed straight for the Kitchen. She just knew from the tingling that Larry had to be there. As she wandered along the hugely long queue to get in, she was suddenly stopped by security.

“Aren’t you that country singer? What are you doing out here in the queue? Please do come in! Larry Mullen is inside, I’m sure he’d be thrilled to have you join him for a drink!” Jen was escorted into the club straight away. It was so dark, and the music was so loud, she could barely hear herself think. Suddenly, they came to a cordoned off VIP area, and there at the table, all by himself, sat Larry Mullen, looking very sullen indeed. Jen wondered if he had been stood up. When he caught sight of Jen, his expression instantly changed to one of giddy excitement as he leapt to his feet.

“Oh, my God! It’s Jen Fehr!!!! In my club! I can’t believe it! I have been such a huge fan of yours for so many years! Oh! You must let me buy you a drink! In fact, would you do us all the honour of maybe singing one song? We’ve got a microphone right over there, it would mean so much to me.” Not one to shy away from the stage, Jen was delighted to oblige her sublimely gorgeous blonde fan. The room suddenly hushed, and the spotlight enveloped Jen with yellowy white warmth. As she looked out into the darkness, in a far corner she thought she could make out a gold suit reflecting the light, and a pair of red horns. Jen cleared her throat and began to sing with all the love and sorrow her soul could muster.

Crazy
Crazy for feeling so lonely
I'm crazy
Crazy for feeling so blue
I knew
You'd love me as long as you wanted
And then someday
You'd leave me for somebody new
Worry
Why do I let myself worry
Wond'rin'
What in the world did I do
Crazy
For thinking that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for tryin'
Crazy for cryin'
And I'm crazy
For lovin' you

The room erupted into ecstatic cheers. Jen felt like a Goddess. Immediately, Larry escorted her back to his table, handing her a martini.

“Oh my God, you are just as beautiful and amazing as I had always dreamed. And your grey eyes…they are like storm clouds. You really are so amazing!” Larry raved, his heart bursting with desire for her. After an hour and a half of swapping tour stories, Jen looked at her watch. She had only 20 minutes and once again, she had to pull herself away from another intoxicatingly exciting conversation with a member of U2. Jen excused herself saying that she had to make an important phone call, but would Larry mind meeting her in the ballroom at midnight? She didn’t have to ask twice.

Jen rushed from the room and bolted to her suite. There on the bed lay the lemon velvet dress and a note beside it saying simply “You have made me very, very proud, my exquisite seraph. Until we meet again….love M.” Her heart pounding, Jen put on the dress and felt warm from head to foot. She fastened her long dark hair into a chignon, and applied some perfume and red lipstick. She looked absolutely breathtaking.

She made her way down the stairs to the ballroom, hesitating at the door. For the first time, her heart began to ache with the knowledge of what she was about to do. She had never felt so guilty in her entire life. But she loved and was loved in return by Mr. MacPhisto and no stronger force could rule her universe.

“Can’t forget, won’t regret what I did for looooooooove!” She sang sadly to herself as she threw open the doors to the ballroom. It was silent and empty, except for candles flickering in the chandelier. Jen squeezed her cold clammy hands together and waited. It was 11:58. Suddenly, one of the doors opened and in walked Edge.

“Of course he WOULD be early!” Jen thought to herself, affection for the sad eyed guitarist once again flooding through her. Edge’s features instantly brightened at the sight of his mysterious beauty, and just as he reached toward her, in walked Larry through another door. “Edge! What are you-“ but Larry couldn’t finish his sentence. The power of the dress was indeed overwhelming, having the same effect on Adam and Bono when they arrived. All were hypnotized and drawn to her unearthly beauty.

Suddenly, like a shimmering mirage in a desert, Mr. MacPhisto appeared from nowhere commanding the attention of all in the room.

“AHA! At last I have you!” he cackled with glee as all four band members stood frozen to their spots. “And now…” MacPhisto paused in mid sentence to look at Jen, hoping her exhilaration was as acute as his. When he saw the expression of utter sadness and guilt on her face, and the tears pouring from her huge blue eyes, he felt a pain from within that was far worse than his fear of being destroyed. Without her to support him, what was the point of all this? In a weak voice he tried again. “And NOW, U2, prepare to…” He paused again, and his posture sagged a little, as though he had just been defeated in a race. “Oh, never mind. Go! Be free! Once you have left this room, you will forget that any of this ever happened!” Wordlessly, the members of U2 turned around, and left the room. Jen and MacPhisto stood in silence.

“Oh, Mackie!! Thank you! Thank you! Why did you do this? What will happen now?” Jen rushed over to him and threw her arms around his neck. Haltingly, he placed his hands around her waist.

“Because I love you my beauty and can’t bear to see you hurt.” He answered simply, in a soft, unaffected voice. Jen marveled at how human he felt, and watched the tears that fell from his eyes as they traced paths in the white powder on his face. “Well my dear,” he continued, “I only have 24 hours left, so if I could spend what little time I have left with you, I would be eternally grateful.”

Hand in hand, Jen and MacPhisto walked into her suite and closed the door.

“I can’t believe we’re finally together!” Jen murmured as she dabbed his eyes gently with a tissue. Slowly he leaned in towards her and when his face was but an inch away from hers, whispered back, “I have been waiting an eternity, and I do mean that quite literally, to be with you my love. Losing my virginity to you will be the most cleansing and spiritual thing that has ever happened to me.”

Jen closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, shuddering with the effort of controlling her emotions. Jen placed her hand on his cheek, and tilted her face towards his. Then she slowly leaned in and her lips were finally on his. When he returned her kisses, they were tentative at first, and then more insistent and hungry. Jen began to unbutton his jacket, and soon, bit by bit, his costume fell to the floor, revealing the man inside for the first time. She shivered with delight as his warm hands slid her dress from her shoulders, and down her body to reveal her nakedness. Pressing him tightly against her, Jen felt his heartbeat against hers. Soon she was leading him to the bed. As he looked at her with trusting eyes, she slowly and gently began to explore his body with her hands and lips, making him shudder with newfound, earthly desire. Over and over again they made love, holding onto each other for dear life and vowing never to forget what they meant to each other.

MacPhisto and Jen spent all day Sunday in her room, talking, eating, drinking, and of course, loving and pleasuring each other. As the day wore on, his strength slowly began to ebb away, and for the hour leading up to midnight, they were too overcome with emotion to speak. He lay in her arms as she stroked his hair and face. At five minutes to midnight, he finally spoke, in a soft whisper.

“My angel, I just wanted you to know, that the past 24 hours with you have meant more to me than all the thousands I have lived before and the thousands that would have come had we not fallen in love. To have been with you just once as your equal and to have felt real physical and emotional affection…it’s…” MacPhisto’s voice cracked as Jen’s tears dropped onto his face cradled in her arms. He reached up and wiped her tears with his thumbs and smiled gently.

“My love, please don’t cry…here, let me sing you another lullaby for old time’s sake. Wise men say…only fools rush in….but I can’t help falling in love with you….shall I stay…would it be a sin…if I can’t help falling in love with you. Like a river flows to the sea…darling so it goes some things were meant to be…..take my hand take my whole life too…but I can’t help falling in love with you…no I can’t help falling in love with…you….”

MacPhisto’s eyes closed and as the last words of the song escaped his lips, a slight breeze blew through the room and before her very eyes, MacPhisto faded out of sight.

“Mackie! NOOOOOOO!” She screamed desperately, wanting to rock even his lifeless body in her arms for just a few more minutes, but some things were meant to be and he was gone forever. Jen cried herself to sleep, wrapping herself in the one thing that he had left behind, his gold suit.

***

The next morning, Jen stood at the desk of the Clarence Hotel, checking out. Her once bright and happy blue eyes were red rimmed and surrounded by dark circles. As she waited for the desk clerk to process her credit card, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she looked straight into the concerned eyes of Bono. Before she could say another word, he spoke.

“Jen, I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. I will miss him too.”

“You…you know?” she asked incredulously. She thought MacPhisto had wiped all memories of himself from Bono’s mind when he left the ballroom the other night.

“I have been living with him for almost ten years now, and I think he’s one of the things that I can’t leave behind. I thought I was going crazy at first, maybe suffering from a split personality, but I finally learned that when he came into my life he made me a better person, despite himself. I was there when he fell in love with you, you know, and I felt the same thing. I think that was the beginning of the end with Ali too. She had a hard enough time handling just me, but both of us?” Bono laughed softly, but with little mirth. “Listen. Why check out? I know the ticket he bought you was one way. Why don’t you stay on here as my guest? I really enjoyed our chat at dinner the other night, and would love to get to know you better.” Jen looked at Bono’s genuinely affectionate and caring face and knew that she had nothing to lose. She certainly had nothing to gain by going back to Saskatoon to mourn MacPhisto alone.

Jen nodded and smiled at Bono as he extended his arm. Linking it in his, they walked out into the sunny streets of Dublin. “It’s a beautiful day!” Bono exclaimed. Jen knew that she had found what she was looking for at last.

THE END


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Old 02-09-2002, 06:06 PM   #2
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As if I didn't cry enough from the MPS stories, Jess, now you made me cry even more!! But what a WONDERFUL story...perfect for Bluey (esp. with all she's gone through lately). Would be so great if we could just get those two kids together!!!

Fabulous writing, as usual!!

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Jess...another great story!! How sad and heartbreaking , but so sweet nonetheless!!

Now where in the devil is that girl?



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Wow Jess...just...wow...

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Jess, on behalf of the MPS I would like to ask if we could have the pleasure of hosting your story on our site? You would have a perminant place in our library and recieve full credit of course. *air kisses* dah-ling let me know what you think...

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Old 02-09-2002, 06:33 PM   #6
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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

I am crying in a damn COFFEE SHOP JESS!!!!

That was so... PERFECT. OMG...OMG...

THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANKS!!!


I just... there are so many things! It was FUNNY and SAD and ... nooo! Mackie!! Wow.
Just.. wow.. It's perfect. And, so me!
I'm ... wow.

THHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANKS!!!
*HUUUUUUUUUUUUUG!!!!*

Btw Disco... now that I'm single I think PLEBA should start a petition like Dave Letterman's to get onto Oprah for me to get a date with MacPhisto. Lol

But MRS. EDGE!!! In a weird way, that's the only way you could really get my character right, because I got to be EVERYONE!!
*hug*

My computer died but... I am going to reaad this again and again until they kick me out.
Noo..mackie. *sigh*
OMG.

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Bluey darling, in honor of you and your beloved Mackie, I am currently quaffing a delightful extra dirty, extra dry vodka martini....ahhhh, that hits the spot, yes indeed.

Hmmm....would love if the Mack-mobile would just come pick me up and take us all to parts unknown....

*air kisses to all*

OMG, Bluey, let's all bombard Okrah's email with a "get Bluey and Mackie together at all costs" plea...think it would work??? I'm SO game for it!

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By the way Jess...you've got mail...

*ahem*

DiscoPhisto dah-ling...I notice you have not made an appearance on the new MPS forum...you really should let your phisto out more often...

((((((((DiscoPhisto))))))))

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Old 02-09-2002, 08:34 PM   #9
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AAAWWWWW!!!! That was such a sweet story Jess!! !!! Man I would've loved to have been Bluey in that story! All...4, I mean 5 of them.... oh heck yeah...

Anyway, another grrreeeaaaaaatttt story! (((Jess)))
Yay Fishy! Good idea to have it in MPS!
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awwww.. *wipes a tear away*
that was so nice!
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Yay! Great story, it was enchanting. I love how sweet Mac was compared to the devilish Mac in MPS.

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FOADIE! Where have you been girl...you don't visit us either! *sniff* no one loves us...

And Mac isn't really all that bad, he is just going through a rough time right now...LOL

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Jess your story gets better EVERYTIME I read it!!!

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Yaaay Yaaaaay Yaaaaaay!!!! I'm so glad you all liked it! Fishy, I would be honoured beyond belief if you put it on your site! Wow!

And bluey, I'm thrilled you have read it already and that you responded so enthusiastically! I am so relieved about it all I could just collapse! Phew!
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FOADIE! Where have you been girl...you don't visit us either! *sniff* no one loves us...

And Mac isn't really all that bad, he is just going through a rough time right now...LOL

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Hey Fishster! What's up, girl? Actually, I've been reading and LOVING the MPS stories! I want Bona and Larry to be happy again! That's my big thing right now. Ooo now I wanna go read. Later.
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WOW!!!

This is a really cool story, Jess, almost like a fairy tale in structure! It was not only erotic, but almost sort of haunting too...

Bluey, you are a very lucky girl today, 'cos this story is yours!

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Awww!! Mrs. Edge!!! That was soooooooo great!! You had tears in my eyes!!!

What a talent you have... You never cease to amaze me.

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Another fabulous story!!!

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Aw Mrs Edge that was beautiful.

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Amazing!!! It almost beat my story. It was different, beautiful and so MacPhisto!!!

thanks for once again, some greatminutes of entertainment.
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Wonderful story! I love how all the aspects of Bluey's personality and her love for all the guys really shines through.

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