Angel Eggs

He’d only been here once before back in college when a bunch of his roommates thought that the best thing that they could do was do ditch a few days of school and head down for the Mardi Gras. He hadn’t really gotten the point in that celebration of fools. To lose ones dignity, self-respect, and even freedom for a bunch of gaudy beads, things that once the party was over would be another piece of trash taking of space.

He rolled his eyes, some people had no pride unlike himself. But this time was different. There was no party, no drunk half naked whore bothering him, no loud crowd, no anything to piss him off. Besides that though he had no real choice his plane had a layover and he had ended up down here again. He wasn’t going to complain aside from the heat and the fact that he was still wearing a suit from the last case he had argued up in New York where it was cooler he was enjoying himself.

He fanned himself with a newspaper he had bought for that reason as he walked down the sidewalk looking in the windows of all of the little shops. He had three hours before the next plane took him home. He would make the most of his time. Maybe he could find a gift for Marina and she would stop hinting towards that deathtrap called marriage. Women. They all wanted one thing, to put a ring on a man as fast as they could so that they could waste his money and slowly suck away his life. He really wished to have no part in that he had seen what marriage did to a man. It put them in an early grave.

He stepped inside a shop called ‘Hidden Wonders’ fully mistaking it to be an adult type store. Upon entering though he realized that instead it was one of those ‘voodoo magic’ type shops complete with shrunken heads and odd masks on the walls. He was tempted just to leave. None of this stuff made any sense at all to him, not that he was about to insult a religion that was based upon the occult and dark magic though. He may not believe in it wholly but he wasn’t a fool either. The last thing he wanted was to say the wrong thing to the wrong person and end up as gator chow. Why was it though that alligators reminded him of Marina? No doubt the bite and don’t leg go thing.

Something caught his eye and he walked towards it. It was an awfully pretty thing, ceramic egg was the first thing that he though of Faberge was it called those overly expensive and overly ugly creations that women loved to waste money on? This one was different though, it was simplistic and that gave it a rare beauty and drew him forward so he could touch it. This one wasn’t bad, a cerulean color and it seemed almost to emit an internal light. How pretty. He felt his masculinity drop five points after saying that even if it was only in his mind.

Right as his fingers were about to brush over it a fan smack down on his hand, “No touching the merchandise.”

His deep green eyes flew over to the one that dared to hit him and he let out a cry taking a step back drawing a laugh, “Just a mask son.” It was lifted to reveal the frightening face of the shop keeper that made him almost tempted to demand that the mask be put back on, “Ahh. You have good tastes I see. Not all would see this thing as more then a decorative piece. But its not for you. Maybe I can interest you in a voodoo doll or shrunken head.” She as he guess the older person was climbed up onto a stool and looked him over then tilted her head, “Ahh. I see. You wouldn’t be contented with such things, and as you ARE a lawyer you should of all people know that stealing is wrong.”

He wondered what the hell that was supposed to mean. He’d never stolen a thing in his life and he wasn’t about to start either, “If you don’t want to sell me the stupid thing you don’t have too. I was looking for a gift for my fiancée anyway and I cant see her being interested in something that plain.” He said his deep voice angry at being both insulted and denied something in such a short amount of time.

The old lady, who was starting to remind him more and more of a toad as time went, was smirking at him. Did she do that one purpose? She was trying to goad him? Into what? He gritted his teeth and started to stalk around the store. There were other places that he could go, other stores to spend his money in. But oddly he had no desire for that. No. He kept circling back around to look at that blue egg. He wanted it now.

Why?

Because he had been denied it? He wasn’t that spoiled was he? Though when he though about it he was, never had anything been out of his reach be it food, an item, or even a person. He got everything he wanted without hassle.

Now some toad of a woman dared to keep him from something that he wanted? Witch. He would show her. He headed towards the counter and blinked. She was gone? Back to where ever she had been hiding when he came in? He looked at the egg. He wanted it now more then had ever wanted anything in his life! He reached forward and this time his fingers ran across the surface. It was warm and soft. He had to have it. Before he knew what he was doing the egg roughing the size of a cantaloupe but more oval in shape had been stuffed into his pocket and he was leaving.

He was unaware of the old ladies eyes watching him in an all to knowing manner, “I figured you couldn’t resist. You take good care of him Damascus or your going to hear from me.” She said then set to sweeping the store.

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Dami was sitting on the bench in the airport starring down at the egg and trying to figure out what he had been thinking. She would know that it was him that took it there was no way that she couldn’t. He sighed. He was such a fool to steal something from a shop like that. She was going to put a curse on his head then she was going to have the police come after him. He heard the call for his flight number and he got up to his feet. Maybe he should just leave it on the plane? Someone else would find it and it would be out of his hands. Then there was no way that he could get in trouble if he didn’t have it.

No proof meant no case, unless there was a video camera in that store, ‘Gods Dami but you’re a fool!’ he mentally chided himself then tucked the egg away. He would think of something to get out of this, probably the best thing was when they came to get him plead guilty and pay whatever fines he was given. But it could be worse if she told them that she had expressed to him that the egg wasn’t for sale. That had to be what she meant when she said that it wasn’t for him, had someone else already paid for it? He didn’t see any sign on it that said sold but that didn’t really mean much of anything. That could mean that he had stolen from two people, the store it came from and the buyer.

Gods and on top of that he had gotten Marina nothing. Which meant that she was going to cry and complain until he took her out to an overpriced dinner, bought her and extravagant gift, and then told her how much he loved whatever she bought, loved her, then the routine and boring sex. He sighed and sat in his seat ordering champagne, and a pillow from the bubbly woman that told him that she would be serving him today. The flight attendant looked him over taking in his strong, lean body his pretty face and his obvious wealth from what he was wearing and ran off eager to please him. He gave a little smirk if she wanted to please him all she had to do was get on her knees he thought.

His hand went to the egg in his pocket. Really there was no way for her to know who he was or where he was going so what was the point in his leaving this behind? He could give it to… no the moment that the idea crossed his mind he crushed it. No this was his he would get something else for Marina. Something that she could show off to her group of half fake ditzy friends. ‘Look Damascus bought me an… egg. What in the world could he have been thinking.’ ‘Maybe it was jetlag’ ‘Oh the poor thing has no sense of what’s hip’ ‘No taste at all’ His mind running through what would be said if he gave her the egg. ‘If he wanted to get you a real gift how about a bigger set of tits and some prowess in bed?’ Ok that last one he added in out of spite.

Marina was that perfect bride that all parents thought that their son had to be introduced too. By introduced he meant drug over to, paraded about like a bull, and to have all of his good points put into the spotlight and his defects pushed into a closet never to be discussed. But she made his mother leave him alone, made his boss all happy over the fact that he had such a classy bride, and he just plain didn’t really feel like getting rid of her to get a new girlfriend. To much work involved in that and way to much time and money put into her. While that might make her sound like a car he really didn’t see her as much more then an investment.

He was pretty sure that the annoying woman knew that, it was the reason she milked him for so much money. Cause she knew that he had to desire to get a new woman. No doubt the reason she put up with his demands for sex.

He smiled at the flight attendant as she handed him his champagne and he purposefully let his fingers stroke over hers. She was cute, her hair was pulled back away from her face, she had a pretty face and full pert tits. Not to bad he had to admit. She smiled a little at him, one of those knowing and inviting type of smiles that made him grin. He could have her if he wanted her. He liked that. Though while the opportunity was there the desire wasn’t. He was tired and he’d had a long, odd day. He meant to sleep away the next few hours. After downing the champagne he took the pillow from her and settled in to get some sleep. He would need all the rest he could get to deal with that wench of a fiancée of his.