[THE WOMAN AND THE BOY]

Barbara Ahmed was a 35-year-old black woman struggling to find a job in her field of psychology.

“The right job will come,” she often says.

Little did she know how right she was. You see!

A job did come.

But it wasn’t what she expected.

At all!

It was a lonely Monday morning at Barnes & Noble when a strange man with the strangest offer approached Barbara while she shopped for sex novels.

“I want you to evaluate a rather peculiar patient at the Woodbourne Prison.”

“The evaluation will last for 7 days. And it is highly confidential.”

“This is our contractual agreement.”

“That is one million dollars, something you would never achieve in a lifetime.”

“You will be evaluating a very unique prisoner, Jed Croner.”

“All we want from you is your professional take on the patient.”

“But if he happens to tell you where he is from, that would be great,”

“What do you mean by where he is from?”

She was ignored.

“You start on Monday, at 5 pm.” “See you then, Dr. Ahmed.”

On the 7th, the doctor had come to learned that the patient was a 10-year-old boy.

At first, she thought it was a joke, but after hearing that the boy had what they described as the Benjamin Button effect.

She was fascinated.

When asked about it, they told her:

“We think the boy has another spirit of an older man inside him.”

Intriguing case, the doctor thought, flaunting an inside demeanor of surety that she could crack this case.

Doctor Ahmed had met with him and had begun her evaluation.

6 days later, it was unclear if the doctor had gotten anywhere.

Sad for her.

But today marks the final session with the boy. And the man who hired her is waiting to hear what she has to say.

It was 5 pm, and she sat patiently at the table, with a stack of files, flicking her pen. She abruptly got up when she saw the approaching guard.

The boy looked up and smiled at the doctor.

“Come in,” she said.

He walked in, slightly touching up against her.

They both sat.

“I could take it from here,” she told the officer.

“Okay, just knock if you need anything.” He said and shut the door.

The boy looked at Dr. Ahmed's tight white blouse, with 3 open buttons, tucked into her tiny black skirt. He also admired her thin glasses and long black hair in a high ponytail.

She cleared her throat.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Croner,”

The boy smiled as he inhaled her rich perfume.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Ahmed,”

“Chanel?” he asked with a smile.

The doctor chose not to answer.

“What?”

“Your perfume is Chanel, is it not?”

She ignored him.

“I heard you were in isolation. did you get in trouble?”

“No trouble?”

“So, why were you isolated?”

“Things are never what they appear to be, Ms. Ahmed.”

“That is true,”

“So, why were you isolated?”

“I requested it,”

“Why would you do that?”

“Needed to think,”

“About?”

“My escape,”

“Your escape?”

“Yes, my escape,”

“Jed, you know if I don’t see a change in your behavior today. That would mean I failed you.”

“But what if I say you already passed?”

“Oh,” she said, finding his comment rather interesting.

“What do you mean by I passed?” she asked.

“Simple, it is because I chose you, Ms. Ahmed.”

“Choose me for what?”

“To be my wife?”

“I think you are perfect to be my wife.”

“And that is why I’m taking you back to my world tonight.”

While Barbara maintained her professionalism.

She also fought hard not to blush in front of the little boy.

'What world?" she asked.

“Did I tell you how much I love chocolate?” he said, deviating from the initial question.

“It is one of my favorite delicacies of this realm.”

The doctor chuckled with confusion, for she had never seen such a level of delusion.

“Isn’t this your realm?”

“You are like a sweet chocolate cake.” He told her.

“Jed, please stop.”

“You have been flirting with me for 7 days now. What do you hope to achieve?”

“Your panties are showing,” he told her, pointing underneath her skirt.

She quickly crossed her legs and pulled her skirt down.

“No panties look better on you.”

“But don’t worry, where are we going tonight, you don’t need panties,”

“Okay, we're done here.”

Barbara stood and signaled the guard to come in.

“All done?” the guard asked.

“Yes, you could take him away now,”

“Come,” he said, pulling young Jed up from his seat.

“I will be riding in the back, while you drive.”

The last thing he told her before leaving.

“Pay him no mind, doctor.”

“What is going to happen to him now?”

“That is confidential, like the contract stated Ms. Ahmed.”

“Don’t worry about Jed, he does that to all the women who evaluate him.”

“But to be honest, I never saw him fixated on someone like he is on you,”

“The others couldn’t get a word out of him.”

"But you seem to,"

“You okay, doc?”

“Yes, I will be leaving now,” she said.

Moments later, at the Sally port. Barbara was panting, anxious to get out.

On the highest tower, a strange man watched her while he engaged in a call, smoking a cigar, and hashing it on the window.

“Sir, I have a clear shot,” said a sniper on the roof of block F.

“Stand down,”

“The boy said not to kill this one.”

“But, sir, he told her a lot,”

“I said Stand down, I don’t want to piss him off,”

“You know his power,”

“Is that clear?”

“Affirmative, sir.”

The man then made another call.

He was calling Dr. Ahmed.

She answered.

“Doctor, you have come to an end, correct?"

"Yes,"

"When can I expect the final assessment?”

“I will have it tomorrow.”

“But if you ask me, I think your conclusion of the Benjamin Button effect could be true,”

“Doc, I thought we agreed upon your assessment.”

“Yes, we did., but-”

“But nothing."

"For one million dollars, your assessment better be good.

“You take care now,” he said and hung up. He then signaled the man at the lower tower to let her out.

It was now 7:30 at night, and no one was in sight, something the doctor found odd during her entire 7-day visit. She looked back at the building, and it just dawned on her that she had never seen another prisoner except the little boy.

She thinks nothing of it, because this was her final day, and she has already been paid.

The only thing left now was her assessment.

Moments later, she had stopped about 20 inches from her vehicle, seemingly afraid to get inside, when a gust of wind woke her from her daze.

She sighed and went in.

She was afraid to look in the back, even though she knew the boy couldn't be in the car.

Doctor Ahmed thought of Jed's chocolate jokes when she started leaking from her vagina. She quickly took her panties off, dried herself, smelled them, and tossed them in the back.

Barbara had begun to talk to herself.

“Barbara, what are you doing? That is a kid.”

“But why does he sound so old?”

“And feel so old,”

“Is he an older guy inside like they said?”

“Barbara, stop, now you sound crazy,”

She started the car, picked up a Chanel perfume bottle, and tossed it in the glove compartment.

She drove off.

About two miles down.

Barbara had stopped at a lonely rest stop and began touching herself to the thought of the boy's chocolate statement.

Busy pleasuring herself, she didn’t see when he rose from the back seat, like Vlad on a starry night. The boy quietly placed the chain around her neck and slightly pulled it. She felt the pressure on her tonsils and quickly grabbed the chain, leaving it wet and sticky.

“Jed,” she said, shocked to have seen him.

“Shhh,” he told her, calmly, smelling the mixed aroma of her perfume and the scent dispersing between her legs.

He pulled the chain a little tighter. Barbara moaned as he choked her.

“Here is what you're going to do for me, Doc. You are going to listen and not talk.”

“Is that clear?”

“Yes, Jed,” she softly answered.

The doctor grunted as he released her.

“Head north until you come upon a lonely, harvested cornfield.”

Barbara drove off, coughing as she gripped the steering wheel.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

“Who is this boy?” she thought

But I guess being a psychologist, makes shutting up not her best suit.

“Jed, where are we going?”

“Back to my world, like I said,”

"Where is that?"

“You will see," "And no more talking,”

Barbara was shut down. She then looked at him again.

“He is different now,” she thought, looking at his young face, with that deep voice and strong demeanor.

She said nothing more, only continuous glances.

Half an hour later, she came upon the cornfield the boy had mentioned.

“I think we are here,”

Barbara contemplated her surroundings as she came to a full stop.

She knew she was in Lennord County. But not exactly where.

Barbara also wondered why she wasn’t running away.

The two exited the car.

“Go,” he said.

After about 7 minutes of walking through the dried-up cornfield.

The two had come upon a tiny black house.

Something about everything complicated her and raised her curiosity at the same time.

“I should’ve gone to work for Andre Paul,” she thought.

“Who are you, Jed?” she asked when he knocked on the door!

2 seconds later...

A little girl came out; she couldn’t be more than 11 years old.

Barbara was stunned while looking at her strange gown and helmet.

“Welcome, come back, sir, it has been so long?” she said.

“Seems you have found a wife,”

“Yes, I did,”

‘Wife?” Barbara asked, looking around.

“Me?” she asked.

"I'm not his wife, I'm an older woman," she said.

“You ready to go home, sir?”

“Yes,”

“Congratulations,” she said when she casually opened up a portal.

“Ready when you are,” she said.

“Come,” Jed told Barbara, as he stretched his hands out.

Barbara, scared by everything, decided to run off when Jed snapped his finger, appearing right in front of her

"How did you do that?" she asked.

He then gently touches her and somehow immediately puts her to sleep.

He then lifted her with ease. and carried her through the portal. And just like that, it was closed by the strange girl.

What happened next is out of this world.

Pun intended!

ON THE OTHER SIDE, THERE WAS A STRANGE PLACE WITH SMALL KIDS IN HELMETS. BARBARA WAS NOW WAKING UP, PANICKING AFTER SEEING HERSELF AS A BEAUTIFUL 10-YEAR-OLD BLACK GIRL. SHE LOOKED AT JED AND SPOKE, AND REALIZED HER VOICE WAS STILL THE SAME. “WOW,” SHE SAID WHEN SHE FELT THE REJUVENATION OF A KID'S BODY AND MIND OF A 35-YEAR-OLD WOMAN. SHE STARTED SMILING AND SAID: “I WANT TO STAY HERE”