As Luck Would Have it

\"We can’t talk now,” Mattie whispered, looking at the three men standing in front of the bank wearing businessmen’s attire appearing be chatting about nothing. “Those three men have guns.” Their faces weren’t covered and they didn’t look like bank robbers to Betsy.

“I can’t remove guns that I can’t see,” Betsy whispered back. “Can you tell me where they are?”

“Yes, but if we unarm one but not the others, it could be dangerous,” Mattie said.

“Tell me where they are and I’ll jam the trigger mechanisms while tre ire in their pockets so they can’t fire. I can take the guns from them if they removed them from their pockets.”

Mattie whispered, “Front pants pocket right side on the tallest man.” Mattie whispered the other locations and Betsy locked the triggering mechanisms.

“Let’s cash our checks.” Betsy pushed the stroller into the bank pretending not to see the three men in business attire standing nonchalantly in front of the bank.

“You did it,” Mattie whispered.

Betsy whispered, “Watch Cynthia as I cash my check.” Mattie walked over the carriage and looked at the sleeping baby as Betsy walked up to a teller about her age with dark blond hair and hazel eyes. His face was expressionless as he cashed Betsy’s check.

One of the three men carrying guns went to another teller window. While the first man was handing the teller a bag, another would-be robber was pointing his gun at the guard not realizing the gun was broken. The first man said to the teller, “Give me all your money and no one will get hurt.” He pulled the gun out of his pocket.

Betsy eyed the gun waiting for a moment to act. Betsy caused the gun to fly out of the man’s hand with her telekinetic skill. Betsy directed the gun to land on the counter outside the reach of the gunman. The teller grabbed the gun. Betsy turned her head and raised her hand to move the gun up out of the second robber’s hands. The gun floated out of the second robber’s hand and the guard took a hold of it.

The customers other than Mattie and Betsy ran to the door as Betsy disarmed the man. A woman fell on the ground and was trampled by the escaping crowd. Mattie pulled the carriage out of the way of the crowd. After chasing it to the door as it was pulled by the crowd of bank customers, Mattie managed to get the carriage.

Cynthia slept through the commotion unaware of the screaming and panic around her carriage. Betsy walked calmly to the carriage and looked at the yawning baby. “Cynthia, sh!” Betsy picked up the child and helped her fall back to sleep.

The third robber yelled, “Oh, shit.” Betsy looked at third gunman. His gun flew into the air as Betsy lifted her hands.

“Mattie, get the gun. I can’t hold it in the air forever,” Betsy whispered.

hia hia started to cry drawing Betsy attention off the gunman.

Betsy knew if she picked up Cynthia to comfort her that she couldn’t keep the gun in the air. “Please, take the gun.”

“What if he tries to hit me?” Mattie stepped toward the gunman.

“I’ll push him back with my psychic energy while the gun falls. I learned as a child that people don’t want to mess with someone that can hit them from across the room.” Betsy took a deep breath. She would need all her concentration to direct the gun while finding Cynthia’s bottle with her hands.

Betsy went through the diaper bag and shook a prepared bottle while directing the gun toward Mattie as she walked toward it. Then would-be robber stared at it with his mouth while open. Betsy was right about him being too afraid to move. Betsy picked up Cynthia and she eagerly took the bottle. As she snuggled the baby in her arms to feed her, Betsy was jealous of Cynthia’s innocence.

The police and newsmen arrived as Mattie put the gun on the teller’s desk. The teller that waited on Betsy ran up to the woman with a twisted leg lying on the floor.

Holding Cynthia in his arms, Betsy went over to the lady on the floor Cynthia and smiled. “Are you alright?” Betsy asked, pretending not to notice that Cynthia had filled her diaper. Now wasn’t a good time.

“You’re very brave,” said the lady.

“I’m not that brave. I broke the triggering mechanisms before the guns left their pockets,” Betsy said.

“I didn’t mean to imply you were stupid.”

“It’s all right. I’m a healer,” the teller said to the woman. The teller touched her leg as it straightened.

“You’re gifted,” she said. “Thank you so much.”

The teller helped her on her feet. “You’re welcome. Another teller can help you if you have business.” The teller continued to sit on the floor. A man from the back office came out to help the teller up and onto a chair.

“Mr. Baker, sir,” the teller said, “thank you so much.”

“Thank you for diverting a disaster,” Richard Baker said.

“I did nothing. These two women saved the bank,” the teller said.

Betsy watched the police take the three previously armed men away as the bank manager told the police what happened. The bank manager praised Betsy, Mattie and his blond-haired teller for saving lives and preventing a bank robbery. The police came over to Betsy and Mattie. “The witnesses told me that you two disarmed the men.”

“Mattie saw the guns as we entered the bank,” Betsy said.

“Betsy crushed the triggering mechanisms with her telekinesis,” Mattie said.

“You’re both heroes. You may have saved lives,” the policeman said.

“We did nothing unusual,” Mattie said. “We were lucky to be born with magic.”

“You didn’t have to do anything. You took a risk and followed through. The city is very grateful,” the policeman said. “I’m sure the newspapers will want to talk to you.”

“Thank you, sir,” Mattie said.

“Should we talk to the newspaper men?” Betsy asked.

“If we give Paul good publicity,” Mattie said. “You’re a talented witch.”

A reporter took a pencil and walked over to them. Mattie and Betsy told the story how they disarmed the men and Betsy continued. “We work for Paul’s Magic and Hobby Shop. We sell mostly potions. The owner, Paul Watertower, can make potions and antidotes to order. Tell him what you want and if it’s legal, he’ll make it for you.”

After the newspaperman left, Betsy told Mattie to hurry to work and tell Paul that she would be a little late. After work, Betsy picked up the child from her aunt Annabel who watched her without charge while Betsy worked. Betsy felt guilty about taking Henry’s sister’s kindness for granted. Betsy met Mattie outside the house.

Mattie rolled the carriage inside the house and put the sleeping child into her crib. “We have a few minutes.”

“Henry gets home between six and eight. We don’t have the time,” Betsy said.

“He won’t be home soon.” Mattie started kissing Betsy. “You tell me it is six and eight. I suspect it is more likely between eight and.” M.” Mattie undid the buttons on her jumper.

“It’s too risky.” Betsy breathed in her perfume and felt her large breasts push against her. Betsy felt trapped by Mattie’s odor and wonderfully curvaceous body as she stepped closer, waiting her more than ever.

“I like risk.” Mattie wrapped her arms around Betsy.

“Henry will be furious.”

Mattie kissed Betsy kicking up her feet allowing her whole weight to lean against her. Betsy held her tighter and pushed her down so she would have the need to put her feet back on the ground. Although Betsy was strong enough to carry Mattie, Betsy didn’t want to bare her weight for more than a few seconds. Betsy stepped a few inches away from her and leaning against the paneled wall of the parlor.

Betsy could feel her pulse race and her body temperature rise. Part of her wanted Mattie to leave; the other part wanted Mattie to get closer. While Mattie was playing temptress, Betsy was falling into her trap. Betsy was unable to turn off her feelings of lust for this voluptuous woman staying before her.

“I like sex.” Mattie pushed her against the wall and kissed her deeply.

“Mattie, stop.” Betsy knhat hat she couldn’t fight her desire for this beautiful woman. If she had wanted to throw her out of the house, she would have done so already. Why did she need to play that she wasn’t interested when Mattie and she knew that she was? Betsy wondered what would happen if Henry came in on this. She didn’t fear being kicked out of the beautiful house that she shared with Henry. Betsy knew that she didn’t need Henry in her life but enjoyed his company.

“You’re enjoying this.”

“You’re a beautiful woman, but my husband is going to be home.” Betsy pushed her away gently. “I want you.” Betsy was shaking a little both fearing and relishing the idea of being caught with a beautiful woman. Henry had a bad temper and Betsy feared that Henry could do permanent damage to their relationship if they were caught. Betsy didn’t want to lose her best friend and lover over some casual lovemaking with a charming woman.

“We’ll hurry.” Mattie went into the bedroom and undressed.

Betsy caught a glimpse of her lovely breasts and followed after her. Betsy looked at her full figuredy any and couldn’t wait to hold her again. Betsy knew that wasn’t time to kiss and lick those voluptuous breasts. She could lean her head in her bosom for hours; she was jealous of Mattie’s future babies getting to nurse on such lovely ornaments.

Mattie placed her arms around Betsy. Betsy rested her head on one of Mattie’s large breasts. “If you didn’t jam those guns, we could have had a hostage situation at the bank,” said Mattie. “Those robbers seemed pretty incompetent, we we all know about incompetent people with guns. Your quick thinking saved lives today.”

“Helen Martin, Henry’s secretary for twelve years, is dead because of me. Henry knew her longer than me. Saving other lives won’t bring her back.”

“What happened?” asked Mattie, brushing Betsy’s hair with her fingers. Her fingers played with Betsy’s short blackish brown hair.

Betsy had cut her hair to look male when she took that one-day spell and her hair hadn’t grown back. She wished at this moment she had long hair for Mattie’s slender fingers to fondle.

“I never told you how I lost my bookkeeping job. My magic goes a bit crazy. Adding machines are quite heavy when they take flight. Helen Martin died when the adding machine crushed her skull in. I thought about killing myself. I would have if I didn’t have a child to consider.”

“Oh, my God.”

“I’m taking medicine to prevent cycling. My magic goes crazy a week before I go on the rag. I had daily episodes during my first three months of pregnancy. It slowed down to less than once a week until the seven month. After the seventh month, I didn’t have any more episodes. I can’t nurse because milk production might cause me to have episodes around the baby.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry for me. My magic killed someone, not just someone, Helen.”

“What was Helen like?”

“She ate egg salad sandwiches hitehite bread. She sang when using a typewriter. I think she sang Gallic. I know it wasn’t English. I didn’t know her very well. I didn’t really know any of my co-workers well. She had black hair and her dresses were gray oown.own. Most of the woman worn skirts and blouses, but Helen wore shirtdresses.” Betsy stood up.

Henry entered the room while Betsy was putting her skirt on. “What is going on here?” Henry went to the bathroom. “Bet any judge will see me as the injured party if I ask for a divorce. You’ll end up owing me money.”

“Mattie has a husband,” said Betsy, hooking her skirt. She then put on her blouse. “There was a bank robbery and we were both upset.”

“I give you everything and you bring a woman into our bed.”

“The name is Matilda.” Mattie gave Betsy a long kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you around.” Mattie waved bye-bye to Betsy then headed out the door.

Betsy put her hands on her waist. “She approached me. A woman never approached me before. She’s so beautiful and those breasts-.”

“How many times?” asked Henry.

“This was the second,” sBetsBetsy. “We did it this morning. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry you did it or sorry you got caught?”

“I’m going to play with Cynthia until you calm down and we both end up saying something we can’t forgive.” Betsy picked up Cynthia from her crib then went downstairs to warm a bottle and start dinner.

Henry sat at the table and didn’t say a word.

“Do you want me to take Cynthia and go to my parents?”

“No, we have both been under a lot of stress.” Henry paused frotingting.

“Maybe you should divorce me. I’m not that little mouse you married.”

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“What do you want?”

“Not to find a strange girl in my bed.”

“Other than that.”

“I want you to care for Cynthia and I. I expected you to be there for me emotionally as well as physically. I wanted someone for my old age. I wanted what every man wants when he takes a wife. Sex can be gotten on any street corner. I want security.”

“I didn’t take away your security. Mattie and I had street corner sex. She has a husband that she loves.”

“Why?”

“She has a nice body and she was there. Can we not talk about it?”

Betsy picked up the empty plates from the table. “Could you check on Cynthia while I wash the dishes?” Betsy undressed for bed after giving Cynthia a bath. Betsy lay under the blanket and turned her head from Henry as he put his hand on her naked back.

“You still see that ugly bitter woman in the mirror.”

“I don’t. I see the same beautiful woman that you see.” Betsy turned toward Henry and kissed him.

“I love you. No magic is going to change that.” Henry moved his hands over Betsy’s body.

“It doesn’t make me less insecure. I like that men and women find me attractive.”

“I overreacted. It must haven nin nice to be wanted for casual sex.” Henry moved his body over Betsy’s body.

Betsy lifted her ass to give Henry better access. She moaned as Henry fingered her ass. “I love you stamina.”

Henry rolled Betsy over half way and kissed her deeply while exploring her bottom with his fingers and pressing his body against hers. Henry joined Betsy in bed then put his hand through her hair.