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Spider Man! A Complete List of 768 Marvel Characters and Teams Owned by Sony

In the vast universe of Marvel characters, Sony Pictures Entertainment holds the cinematic rights to a unique set of beloved superheroes and villains. From the electrifying webslinger, Spider-Man, to the enigmatic antihero, Venom, Sony's roster offers a captivating array of characters primed for compelling visual storytelling. Harnessing the iconic imagery and rich narratives of these characters can elevate any message, capturing audience attention and ensuring memorable communication.

Individual Characters

A’Sai

Abigail Slade

Ace / “Ace” Spencer

Agony / Leslie Gesneria

Alexis Sharp

Alien Symbiote / Alien Costume (origin of the black-suited Spider-Man)

Alison Mongrain

Amanda Saint

Amun / Jon Kasiya

Amy Chen

Andros

Angus (Sandy Aitchinson’s bloodhound)

Angus Munro

Answer, The / Aaron Nicholson

Anti-Venom / Eddie Brock

Antro / Hashi Noto

Anubia / Anubis

Apocalypse (first appearing in Vampire Tales #7)

Arachne / Dr. Sylvia Yacqua

Arachne / Julia Carpenter

Arachne as an alias for Jessica Drew

Araknet, The Spider-God

Araña / Anya (Ana) Sofia Corazon

Ariadne / Julia Carpenter

Ariadne Hyde as an alias for Jessica Drew

Armada

Armand Dubroth

Arnold Strunk

Ashcan / Alexander “Alex” Woolcot

Aura / Annie Herd

Banjo

Barnett, Geoffrey “Boss”

Basilisk / Wayne Gifford

Batwing / James “Jimmy” Santini

Belladonna / Narda Ravanna

Bert Gilmore

Big Man (I) a.k.a. Mr. Big / Frederick Foswell

Bigman (II) / Janice Foswell

Big Wheel, The / Jackson Weele

Binka Ivana

Black Alfred

Black Cat / Felicia Hardy

Black Fox, The / Raul Chalmers

Black Insect Swarm

Black Tarantula (I) / Carlos LaMuerto

Black Tarantula (II) / Fabian LaMuerto

Blackie Gaxton

Blaze (I) / Ashley Crawford, Thomas and Barry (students participating in a hoax)

Blaze (II) / Kirk Donaghue

Blitz

Blitzgeist 2099

Blood Leader

Blood Rose / Richard Fisk

Blood Spider

Blood-Tide

Bloodbath aka Bloodbather, “Subway Vampire Killer”

Bloodlust / Beatta Dubiel

Bloodshed / Wyndell Dichinson

Bloodthirst

Blowtorch

Bluebird (I) / Zora Loftus

Bluebird (II) / Sally Avril

Bombadier

Bomblast / Parmenter

Bones (I) / Rosa Estevez

Bones (II) / Bess Bliss

Morgan Boone

Bounty Hunter / Tommy Barrett

Brainstorm / Jimmy

Bramer

Brother Power / Achmed Korba

Brown Raincoat

Bruno Grainger

Buddy Corbett

Buel a.k.a. Plasmmage, a.k.a. Gremlyn-Lord

Bugeye / Abner

Burglar a.k.a. Carjacker / Carradine

Buzz, The / Jack Jameson

Buzzard

Caesar “Big C” Cicero

Caiman

Calypso / Calypso Ezili

Captain Power / Dr. Christina “Chris” Carr

Captain Zero

Cardiac / Dr. Elias “Eli” Wirtham

Carlyle, nicknamed Carlyle Calamari

Caretaker of Arcturus IV

Carnage / Cletus Kasady

Carrion (I) / Prof. Miles Warren clone

Carrion (II) / Malcolm McBride / Malcolm MacBride

Carrion (III) / Dr. William Allen

Cat a.k.a. Cat Burglar, Prowler

Cat, The / Walter Hardy

Chakane

Chakra

Chameleon, The / Dmitri Smerdyakov a.k.a. Dmitri Kravinoff

Chameleon 2211

Chance / Nicholas Powell

Charles H. “Charlie” Buchanan

Charlie

Charlie Shaddock

Chief Inspector Krahn, RCMP

Clash

Clifton Arliss

Col. Buchinsky

Coldheart / Kateri Deseronto

Commanda / Catherine D’Anton

Commuter / Ron

Conchita Hernandez

Connie Hunt

Conundrum

Cordite

Corona / Dagny Forrester / Dagney Forrester

Crazy Eight

Creaux

Creep

Crime-Master (I) / Nick “Lucky” Lewis

Crime-Master (II) / Nick Lewis, Jr.

Critical Mass / Arnie Gunderson

Crown a.k.a. Hunger

Crushtacean

Cyber Scarlet Spider / Joseph “Joe” Wade

Cyber-Spider / Peter “Pete” Benjamin Parker

Cyber-Hunters

Cyberslayers

Cyborg X

Cyclone / André Gerard

D.K. / David Kalen

Daniel Lindy

Dark Angel as an alias for Jessica Drew

Dark Mairi of the Shore / Mairi

Darter / Randy Vale

Daze

Dead Aim

Deadmaker / Anatolovich

Dealer, The

Death-Flame

Delilah

Demogoblin / an unknown demon fused with Jason Philip “The Hobgoblin” Macendale, Jr.

Demon-Fire Cult (villain team)

Dentist, The

Dick Packer

Digger (I)

Digger (II / former mobsters known as “The Vegas Thirteen”, including Freddie Carnevale, Santo Castellani, Jimmy “Little Man” Desanti, Louis Fredone, Tony Mascapone, George Sims and seven others

Discord

Disgraziato

Disruptor / Richard M. Raleigh

Doctor Angst / Jonas Mueller

Doctor Hope

Dr. David Langford

Dr. Emil Kovax – Mordechai (Bloodbath) Kovax’s father

Dr. Jacob Weisenthal

Dr. Jonas Harrow

Dr. Judas Traveller and his Host

Doctor Nero / Dr. Royce Nero

Doctor Octopus (I) a.k.a. “Doc Ock” (I) / Dr. Otto Octavius

Doctor Octopus (II) a.k.a. Lady Octopus, “Lady Ock” / Dr. Carolyn Trainer

Doctor Paine / Dr. Thaddeus Paine

Don Fortunato / Vincente Fortunato

Don Moroni

Doppelganger a.k.a. Spider-Man Doppelganger

Dormouse, The

Doug Powell

Dragons / street gang

Dryrot / Paul Contoni

Duke (first appearing in Spider-Man: The Lost Years #1)

Dumont, Harry

Dusk (I) / Peter Parker

Dusk (II) / Cassie St. Commons

El Muerto / Juan Carlos Estrada Sanchez

El Toro Negro (The Black Bull) / Sergio Torres

El Uno

Electro / Maxwell “Max” Dillon

Electro / Hyper-Electro

Eli Rumsford

Elmak the Light-Shaper

Emilio – Morbius Victim

Empathoid, The

Emperor of the Eastern Galactic Sector

Ephex, The

Equinox a.k.a. Thermodynamic Man, The / Terrence “Terry” Sorenson

Ezekiel / Ezekiel Sims

FACADE (Full Acclimation Combat And Defense Explo-skeleton) / unknown alter ego – suspects include Archer Bryce and Cole Cooper

Fancy Dan (I) / Daniel Brito

Fancy Dan (II) / Dan Rubinstein

Faze

Finisher, The / Karl Fiers

Firearm

Firebrand / Russ Broxtel

Firefist

Firelight / Gabriel “Gabe” O’Hara

Flare

Flipside / Junior – robot

Flying Fox

Fogg / Thomas Fogg

Foreigner, The / Basil, Rafael Sabitini, Lt. Christopher “Kris” Keating and others aliases

Fox, The / Reynard Slinker

Foxy Briggs

Frank Cortese

Frank Cruz / Franz Kraus

Frank Gibbs

Frankie the Fish

Freak

Fusion (I), the Twin Terror / Hubert and Pinky Fusser

Fusion (II) / Wayne Markley

Future Max / Max

Fyodor Rebrov

Gale

Gantry

Gatekeeper, The

Gaunt / Prof. Mendel Stromm

Gauntlet / Alfredo Morelli

Gavin Thorpe

Genetrix

Gentleman, The / Gustav Fiers

George Hill

Gibbon, The / Martin Blank

Goblin, The – from Spider-Man Noir

Goblin God / Peter Parker

Goblin 2099 / Gabriel O’Hara

Goblinettes

Gog (an alien, first appearing in Amazing Spider-Man #103)

Gorath Tenclaws

Gray Goblin, The Gabriel Stacy

“Green goblin” / Nalan Oberoi

Green Goblin, The (I) / Norman Osborn II

Green Goblin, The (II) a.k.a. “The New Goblin” / Harold “Harry” Osborn

Green Goblin, The (III) / Dr. Barton “Bart” Hamilton

Green Goblin, The (IV) / Phillip “Phil” Urich

Green Goblin, The (V)

Green Goblin, The (VI) / Norman “Normie” Harry Osborn

Green Goblin – Ultimate Green Goblin

Green Goblin / Crusher Hogan

Green Goblin / Peter Parker

Green Goblin Construct

Gremlyns, The

Griffins (Demon-Fire Cult member)

Grim Hunter / Vladimir Kravinoff

Gripes

Grizzly / Maxwell Markham

Grunz

Guardian / a hulking, or large, clone of Spider-Man

Gunplay / Miho Mikashi

Gunther Stein

Guy Jones

Hal Goldman

Hammerhead a.k.a. Brain Dead / Joseph

Hardcases (Vic Slaughter’s mercenaries)

Hardshell / Leila Davis

Harrier

Headhunter

Headsman, The

Helleyes

Hermit / Timothy Quail

Hershell (first appearing in Web of Spider-Man #28)

Hobgoblin, The (I) / Roderick Kingsley

Hobgoblin, The (II) / Arnold “Lefty” Donovan

Hobgoblin, The (III) / Ned Leeds

Hobgoblin, The (IV) / Jason Philip Macendale, Jr.

Hobgoblin, The (V)

Hobgoblin 2211 / Robin Bourne

Homo Arachnis / Carlton Drake

Honcho

Honeysuckle Muldoon

Hornet (I) / Peter Parker

Hornet (II) / Eddie McDonough

Human Fly, The / Richard Deacon

Humbug / Prof. Buck Mitty

Hybrid / Scott Washington

Hydro-Man / Morris Bench

Hypertron a.k.a. Bobster / Sturdevant E. “Bob” Robbins

Hypno-Hustler and the Mercy Killers

Iguana, The

Izumi (Spider)

Jack / child-sized clone of Spider-Man

Jackal / Prof. Miles Warren

Jack O’Lantern / Jason Philip Macendale, Jr.

Jackpot (I) / Sara Ehret

Jackpot (II) / Alana Jobson

Jacks / miniature clones of The Jackal and Spider-Man

Jaime Jade

Jake Martino

Jason Havershaw

Jason Tso

Jefferson Bolt

Jennings, Miss

Jeremiah Slade

Jimmy “The Mouth” Tannen

Jimmy-Six / Giacomo Fortunato

Joe Smith a.k.a. “A Guy Named Joe” / Joseph “Joe” Smith

Joey

Joey Beal

Joey Z

Jonathon Caesar

Josephine “Joey” Pulaski

Joshua Coolridge

Joystick / Janice Olivia Yanizeski

Justin (Demon-Fire Cult member)

Kaina / Marcy Kane

Kaine / flawed clone of Peter Parker

Kaneshiro

Kangaroo (I) / Frank Oliver

Kangaroo (II) / Brian Hibbs

Katabolik

Kid Ock / Oliver “Ollie” Osnick

Killerwatt

Killshot

Klara – Mordechai (Bloodbath) Kovax’s mother

Knight / Malcolm Knight

Knockout / Elizabeth Rawson

Komodo (first appearing in Scarlet Spider Unlimited #1)

Kraven The Hunter (I) / Sergei Kravinoff

Kraven The Hunter (II) / Alyosha “Al” Kravinoff

Kraven (III) / Ana Tatiana Kravinoff

Kurudred the Blood Drinker a.k.a. Tyrant of Dolara, a.k.a. Master of the Night Spawn

Kwaku Anasi / Spider-Man

Lace

Larry Arnold

Lasher (I) / Ramon Hernandez

Lasher (II)

Leather

Legar, Miguel

Lena Ivana and her “Amulet of Change”

Leroy Tallon

Leticia Mason

Lightmaster (I) / Dr. Edward Lansky

Light-Master (II

Lightning Fist

Living Brain, The

Lizard, The / Dr. Curtis “Curt” Connors

Lizard Offspring

Lobo Brothers, The / Carlos and Eduardo Lobo

Loop Lash

Looter, The a.k.a. Meteor Man / Norton G. Fester

Lucky Lobo / Francisco Lobo

Mad Jack / Daniel Berkhart & Maguire Beck

Mad Hatter, The

Madam Web / Madame Web / Cassandra Webb

Madame Fang

Madame Fate

Mandy Tyler

Major Toler Weil

Malo

Man-Monster a.k.a. Smasher

Man-Mountain Marko / Michael Marko

Manslaughter Marsdale / Marsdale

Man-Spider / Peter “Pete” Benjamin Parker

Man-Spider / Antoine Tarantella

Man-Spider – 1994 Spider-Man television series

Man-Wolf / Starwolf / Ultimate Man-Wolf / Col. John Jameson

Mary Slade

Mass Carnage

Master Monarch

Master of Vengeance / Dwight Faron

Master Planner / Dr. Otto Octavius

Master Programmer / artificial intelligence, based on the mind of Dr. Otto Octavius

Medea

Medgar DuPaul

Megawatt / Dirk Leyden

Menace / Lily Hollister

Meteor Man / Norton G. Fester

Mindblast / Danielle Forte

Mindworm / William Turner

Mirage / Desmond Charne

Misery / Melissa Carsdale

Miss Arrow / Ero

Mister Negative / Martin Li

Molten Man / Mark Raxton

Molten Man / Charles “Charlie” Weiderman

Monster of the Moors aka The Madman of Mansion Slade

Montana (I) / Jackson W. Brice

Montana (II) / Montana Bale

Morbius the Living Vampire / Dr. Michael Morbius

Morlun

Morris “The Snake” Diamond

Morris Forelli

Morty Phillips

Mouth

Mr. Brownstone / Garrison Klum

Mr. Nacht

Mr. Nobody

Mr. P. & Mr. Q

Mr. Zodiac / Astro; sometimes in persona as Jane Virgo

Ms. Fortune / Laura

Mud-Thing / Sandman (Flint Marko/William Baker) and Hydro-Man (Morris Bench) fused together

Murder[er] By Spider

Muse / Shannon Fitzpatrick

Mutilation Killer, The

Mysterio (I) / Quentin Beck, sometimes posing in character under aliases like Dr. Ludwig Rinehart

Mysterio (II) / Daniel “Dan” Berkhart

Mysterio (III) / Francis Klum

Myth Monster, The

Nails Hogan

Nardi

Nautilus

Nightwatch / Dr. Kevin Barry Trench

Nichols (first appearing in Morbius #2)

Nocturne / Angela Cairn

Ogre

Oliver (Sister Saint’s servant)

Operator, The / Lenny Flynn

Orbit (member of the Spacemen)

Ortega, Alberto

Ortega, Pilar – Alberto Ortega’s wife

Osborn, Norman – clone

Osborn, Normie III

Osborne, Norman – from 1602

Other, The / otherwordly being with Spider-Man’s powers

Overdrive

Override / Dr. Gregory “Greg” Herd

Ox, The (I) / Raymond Bloch

Ox, The (II) / Ronald Bloch

Ox, The (III) / Bruno Sanchez

Pale Rider

Parasite

Patch (I) / Frederick Foswell

Patch (II)

Paul Tannen

Persuader, The / Roland Rayburn

Phage / Carl Mach

Phelps (boss of the Jagged Club)

Phillip Cussler, Sr.

Phineas T. Coroner

Phreak / Steve Petty

Pigeon

Piranis

Pity

Poison / Cecelia Cardinale and the other-dimensional entity named Ylandris

Poison / MacDonald “Mac” Gargan

Poison-Lark

Polestar

Primal Lizard

Pro

Prodigy (I) / Peter Parker

Prodigy (II) / Richie Gilmore

Prodigy, The

Proto-Goblin / Nels Van Adder

Prowler, The (I) / Hobie Brown

Prowler, The (II) / “The Cat”

Prowler, The (III) / Rick Lawson

Pulse-2

Pulse-3

Pulse-4

Puma, The / Thomas Fireheart

Purty Larry

Pyromania

Quorum

Rabbi Krause

Ramshot / Samuel Caulkin

Ranger, The (first appearing in Peter Parker: Spider-Man #1)

Rapier / Dominic Tyrone

Raptar

Rasheed ven Garmchee

Rattler / Henry Bingham

Raul Quentino

Ravage

Rayessa

Razorback / Buford Hollis

Razorwire (I)

Razorwire (II)

Reaper (first appearing in Vampire Tales #7)

Reapers / street gang

Red / Norman Osborn

Red Nine / Wallace Jackson

Reid (first appearing in Morbius #25)

Replicoids / duplicates of Richard and Mary Parker

Reverend Daemond aka Daemond the Sorcerer

Rhino, The a.k.a. Mecha-Rhino / Alex O’Hirn, born as Aleksei Mikhailovich Sytsevich

Ricochet (I) / Peter Parker

Ricochet (II) / Johnathon “Johnny” Gallo

Ridgeway, Meg

Rigor

Riot / Trevor Cole

Ripster

Roberto DeNatale

Robot Master / Prof. Mendel Stromm

Rocket Racer / Robert Farrell

Roland Treece

Rose, The (I) a.k.a. Blood Rose / Richard Fisk

Rose, The (II) / Det. Sgt. Blume

Rose, The (III) / Jacob Conover

Sandman, The / Flint Marko, born as William Baker, a.k.a. Sylvester Mann

Sandstorm / Tony Trainor

Sandy Aitchinson

Sarah Stacy

Satellite

Savage Fin

Scar the Stalker / Brian Lash – Loop’s son

Scarlet Spider (I) / Ben Reilly

Scarlet Spider (II) / Joseph “Joe” Wade

Scarlet Spider (III) / Michael

Scarlet Spider (IV) / Van

Scarlet Spider (V) / Patrick

Scarlet Spider (VI) / Chu Chi Huan

Scarlet Spider (VII) / Felicity Hardy

Schemer, The / Richard Fisk

Schizoid Man / Chip Martin

Scorcher, The / Steven Hudak

Scorpia / Elaine Coll

Scorpion, The / MacDonald “Mac” Gargan

Scream / Donna Diego

Screech / Maxwell “Max” Taylor

Screwball

Scrier / Charles Bates

Scrier, Jr. a.k.a. Scrier Junior / Matthew DeRoma

Sean Dunne

Sentry (I) / Curtis Elkins

Sentry (II) / Senator Stewart Ward

Seth Youngblood

Shade / Jake

Shadrac (I) / Gray Dolman

Shadrac (II) / Dr. Gregory “Greg” Herd

Shaker

Shaman / Threetrees

Shathra / Sharon Keller

Shell

She-Venom (I) / Anne Weying

She-Venom (II) / Patricia Robertson

Shiwa ven Garmchee

SHOC / Neal Aiken, born Todd Fields

Shocker / Herman Schultz

Shot

Shriek / Sandra Deel a.k.a. Frances Louise Barrison

Silence-1

Silence-2

Silver Sable / Silver Sablinova

Silvermane / Silvio Manfredi

Simon Stroud

Sin-Eater (I) / Det. Stanley “Stan” Carter

Sin-Eater (II) / Michael Engelschwert

Sin-Eater (III) / Emil Gregg

Sister Saint aka Mrs. Agnes

Sister Sun Sha Shan

Six-Armed Spider-Man / Peter “Pete” Benjamin Parker

Skinhead / Edward “Eddie” Cross

Skull-Jacket

Slambeaux

Slasher, The / Elyse Nelson

Sleeper

Slime / sentient empathic slime within NYC sewers

Slyde / Jalome Beacher

Smithville Thunderbolt, The (I) / Fred Hopkins

Smithville Thunderbolt, The (II) / Ludlow Grimes

Smythe (I) / Prof. Spencer Smythe

Smythe (II) / Alistair Alphonso Smythe

“Snake” Sanchus

Snaky Duvall

Sneak Thief

Sorcerer, The / Jonathan East

Spark

SpellCheck / Benjamin “Ben” Pancake

Spider / Peter Parker-Carnage symbiote

Spider (1602) / Peter Parquagh

Spider Clone / Ben Reilly

Spider-Amoeba

Spider-Carnage / Ben Reilly and the symbiote Carnage

Spidercide / clone of Spider-Man

Spider-Demon / Demon Spider-Man

Spider-Girl (I) / May “Mayday” Parker

Spider-Girl (II) / Betty Brant

Spider-Girl 2020 / May Parker

Spider-Hybrid, The

Spider-Kid / Oliver “Ollie” Osnick

Spider-Lizard / Peter “Pete” Benjamin Parker

Spider-Man (I) / Peter “Pete” Benjamin Parker

Spider-Man (II) / Ben Reilly

Spider-Man (III) / Miles Morales

Spider-Man (IV) / Gerry Drew

Spider-Man 2099 / Miguel O’Hara

Spider-Man 2211 / Dr. Max Borne

Spider-Man imposter / Ron Corbett

Spider-Man imposter / Marc Noletti

Spider-Man imposters / David, Mike and a third, unnamed actor

Spider-Man: India / Peter Prabhakar

Spider-Man Noir / Peter Parker

Spider-Man Robot a.k.a. el Arana del Diablo (The Spider of the Devil, or Devil’s Spider)

Spider-Slayers / various “Marks” of robots

Spider-Venom

Spider-Wasp / Sharon Keller

Spider-Woman (II) / Julia Cornwall Carpenter

Spider-Woman (III) / Martha “Mattie” Franklin

Spider-Woman (IV) / Charlotte Witter

Spider-Woman (V) / Mary Jane “MJ” Watson

Spider-Woman / May “Mayday” Parker

Spider-Woman / unnamed female, Earth 92124

Spider-X / Brian Kornfield

Spindrifter / Marandi Sjörokker

Spinneret

Spoiler, The

Spot / Dr. Johnathon Ohnn / Dr. Jonathan Ohnn

Squid, The / Don “Donny” Callahan

Stag Beetle, The / Krolnek

Stalker

Stampede

Starngore / Maxwell “Max” Dillon

Steel Spider / Oliver “Ollie” Osnick

Stegron the Dinosaur Man / Dr. Vincent Stegron

Stone / Gerald Stone

Strongarm / Cary Armstrong

Stunner / Angelina Brancale

Styx / Jacob Eishorn

Sugar Face

Sundown / Dr. David Patrick Lowell

Supercharger / Ronald “Ronnie” Hilliard

Swift-1

Synario / Angela Bradford

Synthetic Man, The a.k.a. The Hollow Man / robot into which The Sorcerer projects his consciousness

System

Tadj (first appearing in Morbius #30)

Tangle

Tara

Tara and the Children of the Comet

Tarantula (I) / Anton Miguel Rodriguez

Tarantula (II) / Capt. Luis Alvarez

Tarros

Tendril / River Verys

Terrier (II) / Gordon “Gordo” Savinsky

Therak / Theodore “Theo” Davros

Thermite

Thousand, The / Carl King

“Three Fingers” Eddie Enders

Thunderclap / Stanly George Johnson

Timespinner / robot created to impersonate Spider-Man

Tinkerer, The (I) a.k.a. The Terrible Tinkerer / Phineas T. Mason

Tinkerer, The (II) / Elijah Stern

Tom Cochrane

Tombstone / Lonnie Thompson Lincoln

Tordenkakerlakk a.k.a. The Thunder Cockroach

Toxin / Patrick “Pat” / “Paddy” Mulligan

Toy / robot created by The Tinkerer

Tracer

Troglodyte

Turbine / Joline Cargill

Twit

Typeface / Pvt. Gordon “Geordie” Thomas

Uber-Machine

Undertaker, The / Conrad Eisenstadt

Vaalu

Vacuum

Valeri Kasatanov

Ven-orpion / MacDonald “Mac” Gargan (aka The Scorpion)

Venom (I) / Edward Charles “Eddie” Brock

Venom (II) / Angelo Fortunato

Venom (III) / MacDonald “Mac” Gargan

Venom (IV) / Daniel Jackson

Venom / “Black Ops” Venom / Flash Thompson

Venom / “The Suit” Venom / Eddie Brock, Jr.

Venom / Edward Saks

Venom / Spider-Girl, May “Mayday” Parker

Venom 2099

Venture

Vermin / Edward Whelan

Vic Slaughter

Vince Granetti

Vincent “Vince” Tannen

Virus, The / Corman

Vladimir (first appearing in Morbius #25)

Vladimir Kravinoff

VR-39 / Master Programmer’s cyberspace creation

Vulture 2099, The

Vulture, The (I) / Adrian Toomes

Vulture, The (II) / Blackie Drago

Vulture, The (III) / Dr. Clifton Shallot

Warfare

Warrant / Gray Garrison / Grey Garrison

Webber

Web-Man

Wendigo, The / elemental creature (first appearing in Amazing Spider-Man #277)

Wes Cassady / Wesley Cassady

Whiplash / Leean Foreman

Whisper-3

White Dragon

White Rabbit / Lorina Dodson

Wild Whip

Will O’The Wisp / Jackson Arvad

Willy Stein

Winston Shepherd

Winston Walker

Wraith, The / Brian DeWolff

Wysper / Jennifer “Jenny” Stewart

Xanja

XP-2000 a.k.a. XP

Yith

Yokai (The Damned)

Teams/Groups/Gangs

Amazing Siskinsky Sisters, The / Sophie Siskinsky and her sisters

Anarchists for Freedom

Arcane Order of the Night / Andrew Carpathian and his cult members

ARES (Assassination, Revolution, Extortion, and Sabotage)

Band of Baddies

Banko Squad / armed robbers

Barons, The / street gang

Bedrocks

Black Apostles, The

Black Hoods, The / terrorists in Northern Ireland

Blazing Skulls muggers

Blue Boys / criminal gang

Brll’nah>Zhhk<, The / alien race

Cabal of Scriers, The

Cell-12

Cult of the Jackal

Death Squad

Deathweb

Destructoids

Diggers / Life Foundation operatives

Dragon Lords, The / White Dragon, Tommy Li and other street gang members

Enforcers, The

Exterminators, The / team of villains led by The Chameleon

Femme Fatales

First-Strikers; Magenta, Brown, Red, Green – villains

Foragers (Packrat and Solly)

Gathering of Five

Intruders, The

John, Paul, Ringo, and George (teenage thugs, first appearing in Spectacular Spider- Man #110)

Jury, The

League of Three Threes, The

Legion of Light

M’Sieu Tete’s Gang (Goldie, Shiner and Silent Joe)

Maryjanes

Masters of Mayhem

Meridian Institute

Misfits (group featuring Spider-Kid but for the sake of clarity, specifically excluding Frog-Man and Toad)

Mimes, The

Monks of the Hidden Temple, The / High Priest (Guardian of the Light), Giant One and other guardian monks

National Crime Syndicate

New Enforcers, The

Order of the Goblin, The

Outlaws, The

Penny Ant-Es

People’s Liberation Front / terrorist group

Praetorian Guard, The

Protectors / Life Foundation mercenaries

Q-4 / Russian mercenaries

Rat Pack (a criminal gang, first appearing in Amazing Spider-Man #220)

Ricardo, Freddy and Dumbo

Rogues, The

Shadowforce Alpha

Silencers / mercenaries

Silver Squad, The

Sinister Seven, The

Sinister Six, The

Sinister Syndicate, The

Sinister Twelve, The

Sisterhood of the Wasp, The

Slingers, The

Snake Clan / Faire de Lain and his followers in their Peruvian tribe

Spacemen, The

Spider Clan / Taran, High Priestess of the Temple of the Great Weaver, and her followers in their Peruvian tribe

Spidergirls

Spider Society, The

Spider-Man Revenge Squad, The a.k.a. The Legion of Losers

Spider-Squad / 3 unnamed criminals (a strongman, an acrobat, and a tumbler)

Stalkers

Students of Love / Teacher, Brother Bruce, Brother Guy, Brother Lenny, Sister Betty (Betty Brant), Sister Jane, Sister Kate (Kate Cushing) and other cult members

Subhumans, The / NYC sewer-dwellers who assist Morbius

Team Spider

Technomancers, The and their Menagerie / Master Om, Maegis Gunther Senreic, Maegis Hamilton Cromwell and others

Terror Unlimited / terrorist group

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Rewrites THE BIG FINISH Mining for Unobtanium

Yeah it's the end. So the usual strictures apply. No Minors.

No, really, get thee gone. I'll wait.

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@indigosaurus YOU make everything better. Adoration is yours .

I followed him in the papers. Kept track in passing.

I didn’t actually think I would ever hear from him again, and I wasn’t allowed to speak of it. There was that non-disclosure agreement after all.

###

It's not in the way that you hold me

It's not in the way you say you care

It's not in the way you've been treating my friends

It's not in the way that you'll stay till the end

It's not in the way you look or the things that you say that you do

Hold the line

Love isn't always on time

Whoa oh oh

Hold the line

Love isn't always on time

Whoa oh oh

It's not in the words that you told me

It's not in the way you say you're mine

It's not in the way that you came back to me

It's not in the way that your love set me free

It's not in the way you look or the things that you say that you do

Hold the line

Love isn't always on time

Whoa oh oh

Hold the line

Love isn't always on time

Whoa oh oh

It's not in the words that you told me

It's not in the way you say you're mine, oooh

It's not in the way that you came back to me

It's not in the way that your love set me free

It's not in the way you look or the things that you say that you do

Hold the line

Love isn't always on time

Whoa oh oh

Hold the line

Love isn't always on time

(Love isn't always on time)

Hold the line

Love isn't always on time

(Love isn't always, love isn't always on time)

Hold the line

Love isn't always on time

Whoa oh oh

###

I was completely prepared to do exactly what I said I was going to do, and ‘walk the earth” like Kwai Chang Caine in ‘Kung Fu’ and I know, I’m not Chinese either. [For those of you playing the home game that was Bruce Lee’s biggest complaint about the casting of David Carradine instead of himself] And working on a beach in Chaing Mai was lovely. I did that for about two years, and the heat…….. I mean I always joked that I had a corner office in Hell, but I really had to up my hydration game. He had a new love interest and plenty of projects to work on and I figured everything was great.

But I had given him my word bond.

And I know daddies need daddies sometimes.

I had heard from my friend Jon that there was a guy who had turned up in the Hoist in breeches that looked like he was; his words, not mine, ‘dipped in leather and left to dry’, with knee high riding boots, and this HUGE dick, wearing a military hat that looked almost Thai in style, very highly peaked in front, with a very shiny brim and he was wearing a leather mask. “Like a Covid mask, but leather, you know?” He had a Sam Browne on over a bare chest and a motorcycle jacket and the way Jon described him to me, I had a feeling I knew who I *thought* it was.

British boarding school? I mean come on, experimentation is a rule, and a rite of passage, isn’t it? Brotherhood, yes?

On paper she seemed perfect. Beautiful, intelligent, in the industry, the only thing I could figure *might* be missing is maybe she wasn’t kinky. Or maybe she wasn’t kinky enough? Or in the right way? Well he had gone to all the bother to find me the first time, I wasn’t going to make him do all that again, and technically I suppose I was still under contract, right? The solicitors knew where I was at all times. It was part of my deal. My deal was he had to go cool his heels in Kamar Taj for a few days before I actually showed up. Give him time to change his mind.

Enola Holmes 2 had wrapped, Highlander had wrapped and he wasn’t set to start on Witcher three quite yet but there was the one about the Professor who writes a program looking for the perfect woman and also Argyll wrapped. He was waiting in the Dwarikas hotel in Nepal. In the Royal Suite. It’s a mere three floors, with a 50 sq meter bathroom. I wasn’t even remotely surprised. It’s probably the only hotel IN Nepal that had a bathtub he would fit into.

I gave my name to the desk person and they smiled. “ Ah, we’ve been expecting you. We have been anxiously awaiting your arrival. They call about every three or four hours to see if you have arrived yet. Do you require us to take your things?” I assure them I have everything in hand and I have learned to travel very lightly. I have a Eastern sort of Mary Poppins bag and everything I need is in it, save the coat tree. A woman in a kurta takes me to the suite and deposits me at the door. I knock.

"WHAT???"

Oh.

Well. That's not at all the response I was expecting. I try the door handle. It gives and I cross the threshold. He's sitting on a Nepalese loveseat, which on him looks like a chair. He's staring out the open terrace doors, and the view of the Himalayas is superb. I can see the back of his head, the tension in his shoulders, the slightly shaggy hair. I put my bag down, toe off my shoes and pad across the tile. I come up behind him, run my arms down his shoulders to his chest and press my lips to his temple.

" Darling boy. How may I be of assistance? "

He doesn't speak. It seems like a while that I just stand there, pressing myself against the back of him. Maybe it's twenty minutes. Maybe it's an hour. Little by little I try to move my arms in an attempt to do something with the rock collection in his trapezius muscles. He reaches up and grabs my wrists. "Don't. Please?" I say nothing. I shift my weight and try to rebalance. I guess he doesn't want to see me? And yet in some way my being there is some kind of a balm....

Watching the play of light on the curtains and the floor tile gives me some way to mark time, and I remind him that he needs to eat. "I can fix you something, or have something brought up. Either way, I need water. And I really do need the bathroom. When I get back, I'd be more than happy to continue holding you. I will do my best to be the big spoon. But maybe if I drag that day bed over here, you might be more comfortable if you stretched out. You don't have to speak. Or even look at me. But I WILL do my damndest to take care of you."

I phoned the desk, ordered food and beverages, went to the bathroom, peed, splashed water on my face, tried to unlock my knees, and then set about rearranging the furniture in the lounge of the suite. He didn't move. I snuck a few glances in and he looked a little drawn. Still huge, right, massive.....but the sparkle wasn't there. Now usually, my go to is humor. Always with the jokes. Ganesha was watching over me and wrapped his trunk around my throat and covered my mouth. I said nothing. Fortunately that NDA was still in effect. No one who knew me would have believed it anyway. Me. Keeping my mouth shut? Surely a sign of the end times.

I crossed in front of him and took his hand. I couldn't make him get up, but maybe I could coax him, convince him. He stood, and I kneeled to remove his shoes. The pleats in my sarong stayed put and the sleeveless blouse in the highlighting color accented the weave well. I rose and started removing his shirt. The buttons almost sighed with relief as their work day ended, and I guided him toward the day bed, still not making eye contact. I reached into my Mary Poppins bag and felt around for the almond sandalwood oil. Once the miserable behemoth was laying down, head towards the mountains, I hitched up my silks, and straddled his waist. Not putting any weight on him, I warmed the oil in my hands and went to work on his lower back. I kneaded and tried to work out the tension, adding more almond oil as I went. Eventually, I had to pick a side and I knelt to one side and worked as best I could on that side and then moved over to the other side, saying nothing. When he was ready, he'd speak. Or, he wouldn't.

I got out of my blouse, unwrapped the sarong and laid down next to him. Yeah, I kind of had gone bamboo. It was easier. Less to pack, less to travel with, so much less to HAVE. I didn't need much, really and it was nice, not being held prisoner by my things. I laid down next to him and put an arm across that expanse of shoulder and threw a leg over his hip. I was *trying* to be the big spoon. The knock at the door came and I wrapped my self back up enough to be presentable, and took the food inside, thanking them profusely for being so accommodating. I fixed a plate for him and gathered utensils and a napkin and some seasoning, set it down at the other edge of the day bed, and nudged him.

" Come on Hero, you have to eat. Don't want all that hard work to turn into pudding, do you?" I swear, it sounded like he growled. "Oh pre-verbal, are we? You forget I'm a trained clinician. Don't want to use your words? Not a problem. Now, you will eat, or I will start making airplane noises like one does with recalcitrant children, and I am certain you don't want that......". His head lifted, one eyebrow raised. Slowly he lifted himself up on his elbows and began to eat.

"I'm still really cross with you" he said between bites. " I know" I said. "And I am sorry. Acceptance is..." "Goddamit! If you quote page 417 of that effing book.." "You've read it? " He glared at me.

Like I was an idiot or something.

I’m pretty certain I looked quite the sight, sitting there, cross-legged eating Thai food with an international superstar on a day bed facing the Himalayas, with my mouth hanging open. I mean, it’s not a good look. Even if you’re Bella Hadid. I probably looked like a fish, gawping.

He read the Big Book. He read the freakin Big Book. I mean, look, it’s ingrained in my brain, carved on my soul, twenty-eight years sober now and it informs everything I do, how I move in the world, how I interact with other humanoids, even how I participate in BDSM……. I know. You’re looking at me with your head tilted like “huh?”. It’s true, though.

I was gobsmacked that he read it. I resisted the impulse to ask why. I resisted the impulse to ask a whole slew of questions. I wasn’t certain WHY I was even in Nepal, but as my program of recovery tells me, “more will be revealed”. So I chewed my food and remembered to swallow. I piled more food on his plate. I sat back and waited. Silence is difficult for me. Dead air and all. Former radio personality.

“I read it. I hoped it would help me understand. Figure out why you left. I thought maybe it would help me be less furious. It didn’t. Well, not be less furious. It did help with other things, Quite remarkable, really. But distinctly American.” I smiled. He was, per usual, correct. I did the hard thing and kept my mouth shut. “ I am still quite cross. But I find myself at an impasse. And I need you.”

Needs me? For fecking what? I mean besides the obvious, right? Ganesha still had his trunk over my mouth. Those eyes. Boring holes into me. “ Things didn’t turn out the way I had hoped, you know, with her. And I do not want to discuss it” he said in a tone that really brooked no opposition, and I wasn’t going to poke that particular bear. Not at this time, anyway, I mean it wasn’t that I hadn’t, or that I wouldn’t; baby steps. Eff you. “ I have arranged a position for you. A consultancy, of a sorts, for the next two projects. Rather a Life Coach sort of thing so I can work on my personal growth the same way I do with my health and my physical growth. Personal security, too. They’ll never see youcoming. Maybe a bit of image management, so I don’t stick my foot in my mouth again, like I did with that Australian GQ interview? And, I suppose I could maybe drink less.”

“ I live to serve.”

“ Is that all you have to say?”

I raised one eyebrow. “I love you……..While I draw breath I am yours. Do with me as you will. I gave you my word. I’ll give notice at my place of employment and have someone send my few things. When do we leave, and where are we going?”

“ You really did go all zen, didn’t you? And what have you done with your hair?”

It only took him THIS long to notice it was my actual factual color? Steel grey? and shaved on the sides and back to bristle but long enough on the top to hang over my eye or pull up out of my way with a clip. " Tropical climate. Not much time for foolishness, really, and who's looking anyway? Where am I supposed to get hair dye? Amazon drone? "

" Still such a smart mouth............ THAT didn't change. I missed you"

And as he reached for me, I didn't say ' and that's why I left, don't you see?'

###

Time, time and again I see you staring down at me

Now, then and again I wonder what it is that you see

With those angry eyes

Well, I bet you wish you could cut me down

With those angry eyes

You want to believe that I am not the same as you

And now I can't conceive, oh lord, of what it is you're trying to do

With those angry eyes

Well, I bet you wish you could cut me down

With those angry eyes

What a shot you could be if you could shoot at me

With those angry eyes

You and I must start to realize

Blindness binds us in a false disguise

Can you see me through those angry eyes?

You try to defend that you are not the one to blame

But I'm finding it hard, my friend, when I'm in the deadly aim

Of those angry eyes

Well, I bet you wish you could cut me down

With those angry eyes

What a shot you could be if you could shoot at me

With those angry eyes

###

He reached for me. That huge hand, connected to that big ass bicep, that impossible shoulder, all coming toward me at the speed of imperceptible light and I ‘eeepped’. I couldn’t help it. You try facing that down, see how you do, knowing he is……….. Displeased. Hey, to my credit, I didn’t run, nor did I pee myself. I mean, for an instant, those ~may~ have been options. Dishes went flying off the day bed and my face went into the covers. He had a grip on the hair I did have; just enough to grab, apparently, and I heard the teeth of his zipper. My pha biang was wrapped around my elbows down to my wrists and it seemed as though resistance was futile.

He slid between my thighs and entered me. I felt every massive inch of his girth and my traitorous body stretched to accommodate him. God, I was already wet. This was no romantic “oh baby I have missed you” love making. I would best describe this as a grudge fuck. Ruthlessly he pounded into me, punishing my pussy, grabbing my hips to get a better angle, thrusting deeper, harder, chasing his release knowing I was just twisted and bent enough to be enjoying the daylights out of this as well.

“ Damn you. You RUINED me. She. Wasn’t. YOU.” Each word was punctuated with a thrust that slammed into my cervix and knocked the breath out of me. He pulled up on my hair and bit my neck where it joined my shoulder. “ and then you made. Me. Chase. You.” More punishing thrusts. My lizard brain wondered how long he could keep that up and my wizard brain hoped he kept going despite the fact that I knew I was going to be sore as all get out.

“ Henry….”

“ Don’t . You. DARE !”

“ Daddy………..”

He stopped; fully seated in me as far as he could go, somewhere in my lower rib cage. I felt him shudder, and he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me to him so his chest was touching my back, fused as one entity, his legs on top of mine. I felt his cock pulse and thick ropes of cum fill me, and he collapsed on top of me spent. I really missed this weighted blanket of a human. I tried to move my arms and couldn’t and he sensed my wriggling and loosened my pha biang and tossed it aside.

“ I am less angry. “

“ Well that’s good to know.”

“ I really should shove my cock into that smart mouth of yours.”

“ If that pleases you….”

“ Cheeky.”

“It’s a character defect, I’m working on it”.

We laid there a while, and I guess Ganesha left because I broke the silence and asked him if he wanted to talk about it yet.

“ It was so much like that stalker. She hunted me down, you know? It seemed so calculated.”

“ Well, you hunted me down………”

“ It’s not the same thing.”

I waited for more.

“ She was looking for a way to enhance her career, I think. It wasn’t really about me. And that’s the part that hurts the most. I didn’t see it. How did I miss that? That’s what I need you to teach me. I keep making these disastrous choices, and you are the one who sees me; who I am. And I know, intellectually, that you couldn’t stay but I still get to be angry about it. And when you leave again, I have every intention of being furious again, you know”.

At least he knew I was going to leave again. I nodded. "You lead with your heart. I don't want to teach you not to do that. That would be criminal. I couldn't be a party to that…"

He laid out the plan, a day or two to center ourselves in Nepal, then shopping in Bangkok. "Shopping?" I asked. "Well you can't be traipsing after me dressed like a Thai native, I do have an image…" I threw back my head and laughed. "Oh, I get to be the image consultant. And I shall be just left of all the way the fuck out there. Think Tilda Swinton meets David Bowie but very 80's...highly eccentric, I think." I got the one raised eyebrow and a smile.

"Now, darling boy, if I might be so bold as to request some reciprocity? I believe I am down an orgasm or two…. *

" My Lady…. " he said as he kissed his way down my torso" what is it you're fond of saying? I live to serve? "

Bangkok was a trip…. Literally. We ate at street stalls, like locals, grazing, and he bought me a new wardrobe suitable for my new role as his *life coach*. Trust and believe, everything had pockets. Functional pockets. And HUGE shoulder pads. I wasn't kidding about that eighties aesthetic. He slipped right back into his role as my Darling Boy, and I could see the stress and tension ease from his frame each hour that passed.

I wanted to believe that our little bubble could contain all of Southeast Asia, but I didn’t do drugs anymore, and frankly, there weren’t enough drugs on the planet to make THAT a reality. I mean, he’s an international superstar. Add to that that he’s literally a foot taller than most of the population of any Asian city and well, he’s not hard to spot in a crowd. As if the sheer breadth of him wasn’t an issue. Egads, the list of places and things he doesn’t fit. Trying to stuff his massive self in a tuk tuk. COMEDY. “ Ass first Darling boy, then fold the rest of your prodigious bulk into the conveyance, will you?” “ Could you TRY not to sound so fucking smug? “ “ I could try, but that would be a lie and I did promise never to lie to you….”

I positioned myself on his lap and damned if I didn't find a way to grind my behind into his groin. Let me try and find a way to make this work for me… I mean, wouldn't you? Traffic is insane. Scooters, tuk tuks, pedestrians, street stalls, it's hard to imagine. Easier if you're from a place with narrower streets, right? But as an American it took some getting used to. The idea of 'personal space' is very different everywhere else on the planet. And I was hell bent on invading his. The tuk tuk turned and I shifted. Henry groaned. "You all right Darling Boy?" It wasn't really a smile, but it wasn't him pulling a face, either. "Fine." I kissed his cheek. "So glad to hear that. We'll be at our destination soon." I nibbled on his earlobe and wiggled my ass a bit more.

I disentangled myself and stepped out of the conveyance and tried to assist in extricating him. It was laughable. "First your feet, or you'll face plant. And won't that look great on page six?" Another half smile half grimace and he rose above the tuk tuk and the crowd. I took his hand and led him into a shop. We were greeted and I bowed. The proprietor walked us through the shop and to a curtained off area in the back. There was a small platform and a few mirrors.

"Strip."

He looked at me. Then looked at the bulge in his jeans, and then looked at me again.

"My apologies. Let me rectify that for you."

"Here? Now?"

"I wouldn't have said so if I couldn't follow through. Dealer's choice, Hero, you want that sucked or fucked?"

"Cheeky. While I would love to sink so deep into you I take your breath away, I'll settle for choking you on my johnson."

That settled, we made quick work of his hard cock and I scored a protein snack. "Seriously. Strip."

He toed off his shoes, pulled the t shirt off over his head and threw it at me. The shop owner returned and as Henry was taking off his jeans he gestured to the platform. Henry looked at me, seeking some kind of information or perhaps reassurance." Mmmhmmm. Payback is a bitch. And so am I."

The proprietor took out a tape measure and I began to laugh.

Like a costume fitting, only worse, I think, he measured every delicious inch of Henry, making notations, grabbing muslin and pinning. I confess, I did giggle when he got stabbed a few times. "And what, exactly, are you up to?" "Would it be very impertinent if I said five foot six? OK. I'm doing my job. The job you hired me to do." I spoke a few words to the man who owned the store in Thai, and then switched back to English. " Complete, from the inside out. And he dresses left." Henry shot me a look. I was pretty sure he was a tad less than pleased. I threw his shirt back at him and went back to the front of the shop to pick out fabrics. I had a lovely chat with the man's wife and we went over bolt after bolt of cloth, making more notes and selections. I stopped at the silks, running my hands over the fabric. She smiled, and a paragraph passed in a look. We talked loungewear, pajamas, underwear, ties, waistcoats, pocket squares, and then underwear again. Bless her little pirate heart. It was like she could read my mind.

Henry appeared from behind the curtain and looked at the fabrics. “ You know I have a bespoke tailor. On Saville Row. With a Royal Warrant.” “ I am, in fact aware. And I am also in fact aware that you tend to buy eight of the same thing if you find a thing you like and wear them to death. Is this where we discuss your ever changing physique and your poor exhausted overworked shirt buttons? They’re thinking of unionizing you know.”

He looked at me, as though I had grown more heads. “ What? Going to call me cheeky again? That’s getting tired, Hero. Come up with a new one. Insolent, brazen, sassy, saucy, I could go on…….” He pulled me to him and silenced me with a kiss. I put my hands on his chest and leaned into him. This is what I wanted for him, someone who takes care of him the way he tends to take care of the people around him. I stepped back and took out my phone and dashed off a quick email. “ Who was that?” “ Oh, that was an email to your Aunt, your assistant. I was just letting her know what the plan was for your wardrobe revision.” “ Wait. What?” “ Come on, I’m starved, I’ll explain over food.”

We found a stall and grabbed some mango and I outlined my plan. Exactly what he had been doing just with adjustments; same shirts just in incremental sizes in the chest and biceps, numbered on the inside of the button placket and every trip he could pack three or four of this shirt,that shirt,that jacket,and so on. When they got to the end of a series of numbers his Aunt could call the shopkeeper in Bangkok and he could ramp up the next series and ship out more of the same in incremental sizes. No more overworked buttons and everything tailored to his measurements, taking into account the ratio of chest to waist that you wouldn’t find in off the rack. And faster than Saville Row could produce them. Same thing with trousers and jeans, and that dick. THAT required custom tailoring. No more of that beige suit GMA nonsense. That was awful.

###

Bangkok, Oriental setting

And the city don't know that the city is getting

The creme de la creme of the chess world in a

Show with everything but Yul Brynner

Time flies doesn't seem a minute

Since the Tirolean spa had the chess boys in it

All change don't you know that when you

Play at this level there's no ordinary venue

It's Iceland or the Philippines or Hastings or

or this place!

One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster

The bars are temples but the pearls ain't free

You'll find a god in every golden cloister

And if you're lucky then the god's a she

I can feel an angel sliding up to me

One town's very like another

When your head's down over your pieces, brother

It's a drag, it's a bore, it's really such a pity

To be looking at the board, not looking at the city

Whaddya mean? Ya seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town

Tea, girls, warm, sweet

Some are set up in the Somerset Maugham suite

Get Thai'd! You're talking to a tourist

Whose every move's among the purest

I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine

One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble

Not much between despair and ecstasy

One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble

Can't be too careful with your company

I can feel the devil walking next to me

Siam's gonna be the witness

To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness

This grips me more than would a

Muddy old river or reclining Buddha

And thank God I'm only watching the game controlling it

I don't see you guys rating

The kind of mate I'm contemplating

I'd let you watch, I would invite you

But the queens we use would not excite you

So you better go back to your bars, your temples, your massage parlours

One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster

The bars are temples but the pearls ain't free

You'll find a god in every golden cloister

A little flesh, a little history

I can feel an angel sliding up to me

One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble

Not much between despair and ecstasy

One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble

Can't be too careful with your company

I can feel the devil walking next to me

( Murray Head, One Night in Bangkok, The Musical Chess) ###

In two days our friend from the clothing shop returned with muslins and poor Henry had to endure another fitting. At least this one was in his hotel room. He was standing on an ottoman, and I sat in a chair, watching intently. I caught his eye and raised one eyebrow. Henry stopped fidgeting; as he understood that raised eyebrow meant ’don’t move’. There would be a reward, later. Once we left the Far East, I would have to assume my role as life coach and not his concubine, and we couldn’t be as demonstrative. Sad, really, but real world problems, you know? It wasn’t like we could be publicly affectionate, and that tinged our remaining time with a little bit of bittersweet tension.

Concubine. I like that. That’s a great job that has fallen by the wayside, historically, you know? It encompasses so much more than just sex…… not that the sex wasn’t amazing, right? But advisor, companion, so many roles that one word encompasses…..

We played with switchy dynamics, and I’d have to say I bottomed as often as I topped. He had an exhibitionist streak a mile wide. When I could speak; when his fingers weren’t in me or on me in a way that robbed me of my words, I remembered to caution him about the Price of Fame.

“You’re going to have to be super, no pun intended, careful with that…..and it will take just a split second for that to be a huge issue your PR team will eat their livers over”. He nodded in agreement but didn’t stop. I tried to school my expressions accordingly, but it was difficult to say the least. His touch. It undid me. And those eyes. Well, that went straight to the soul I was certain I sold to find myself in his presence to begin with. I cannot for the life of me recall WHEN I made the deal with the devil, but certainly, I must have, no?

When he was training, I was plotting. Trying to figure out where the issues were and how he kept making these crucial errors. I studied the formers, looking for commonalities. Which ones had, pardon the expression, staying power. Which ones were shit storms and why. He was never going to be really happy with someone he was always going to have to hold back with, that was certain. Looking at the Equestrienne and the Star Wars one; what do they call them? Breeding hips? And I wondered what the Star Wars one was like before she showed her ass on social media. Was she always crazy?

When he wasn’t training, we explored. Sightseeing, and such. I would often find myself grabbed by the wrist and ducked into a corner, or away from prying eyes so he could run his fingers up my thigh and make my breath catch in my throat. His breath would catch if I had “ forgotten�� panties that day. “ What? Cat got your tongue?” and I walked toward him closing the distance. Feeling those fingers between my thighs, searching, grasping until we both blazed like the fire of a hundred suns. “ Are you going to make me come all over your hand? Right here?” Slipping my hand between us to caress his girth. “ Let me readjust that for you” I said as I stuck my hand down the front of his jeans. Wrapping my fingers around him and trying to stroke him while making that monster more vertical, I loved the way his eyes blazed and he chewed his lip. I dragged my nails lightly as I removed my hand. He growled. Growled.

I smiled. “ Tell you what. Wink at me and I’ll let you fuck me, right here.” I already knew that was the one thing he couldn’t do. “ Poor baby”. I leaned up and kissed his cheek. “ You know I love you too much to let you suffer for long.” I hailed a tuk tuk and folded him into it. As I got in I unzipped his fly and sank myself down on him whilst giving the driver directions to the market. This was going to be a bumpy ride and hopefully just long enough……….. If you catch my drift.

He was sitting in first class, reading scripts or something. I was sitting in business class, dressed like an eccentric American, and engrossed in my notebook. I couldn't sit near him and concentrate, and I was damned sure going to do my fucking job. I was poring over pages of notes, scribbling in the margins, piecing together every little nuance. His role models, his friends, his family, the past relationships, what worked, what didn't, my theories on why, all of it.

I read it. Reread it. Highlighted parts. Color-coded if you must know, trying to unlock the secrets. I was not, AM not, apuzzle person. Problem-solving? Oh, I'm your girl. I had room to spread my notes, looking at data files, investigation reports; he'd shit if he saw those, but I was given a free rein after all.....I saw the commonalities, and finally, the pattern emerged. We're all just slaves to our inner selves, aren't we? And just as I had my inner asshole that wound up and ground me down, sure as God made little green apples, I could see, or hear rather, HIS inner asshole. The brother that's super military, and what path Henry would have taken if acting hadn't worked, the order of his birth, the Fat Cavill bullshit, it was RIGHT THERE.

I almost yelled "Eureka!"

He didn't see himself the way the rest of us saw him. Not even a little bit, and the travel and the shooting schedules gave way to loneliness. It was then he was most vulnerable to the types of women that wanted something from him and he didn't understand that his reach could well exceed his grasp. Smug as a motherfucker I closed my notebook and just let my brain run with its new discovery. We had a few more hours in the air, and I was charged up like a superconductor. Goddamn, I wanted a cigarette.

He wants a partner. He wants the kind of family he knows he had growing up, what his married brothers have. He wants a good girl who'll be naughty just for him. He can't deny or dismiss the bends in his sexual desires, not long term anyway, and when he rushes the process, that's exactly where it explodes, every time. If you're too willing to overlook deal breakers, then of COURSE you'll mistake all those red flags for a carnival. Every single time.

She'd have to be smart. Ideally a bit of a geek. Able to hold her own, with a career, not a job. But not a fan girl, that wouldn't work at all. Understanding what his demands are and willing to work through them. And she'd have to love dogs. Dog parks. Art museums, sci-fi cons. Cosplay. Not an actor, and certainly not someone in the business. And by the business, of course, I mean the industry.

If radio still existed.....ah well, that was my nostalgia. Maybe not even an American. Beautiful, of course, but just as lovely inside. Like he is. A little old-fashioned, not 1950's housewife, but maybe sometimes, for fun. A writer maybe? I scribbled some more furious notes. A designer perhaps.

I wrote some more. Substantial. In shape but not too in shape. Still feminine, curvy. Great tits and an ass he'd want to smack or grab. Someone who would love ALL of him. Even the small insecure parts.

I put all my files back in my Zero Halliburton briefcase, locked it and with the key on a chain between my boobs, I put it back in the overhead and sat back, feeling accomplished. He wanted what I had laid out, but got distracted by easy conquests and settled. There would be no more settling.

He would get precisely what he needed, what he deserved. And I would see to it personally.

At arrival, I assume he zipped through customs and into a waiting car. Stars do that sort of thing, and I insisted he not hang around waiting on me. I had quite a bit of baggage and customs was less than fun. God I REALLY wanted a smoke. Luggage piled on the trolley, briefcase handcuffed to me ( I said eccentric, remember), hair spiked up and bright white, shoulder pads out to here, and thank the maker for impeccable travel knit. I saw one of his staff and waved.

" Hi Ellen! " we hugged and she asked about the flight. I grumbled and she led me to where I could smoke. " I swear, I'd almost hump your leg for this," I said inhaling half of a 100 in a single drag. She threw her head back and laughed. "They told me you were something else!" She handed me a set of keys, directions to where my car was parked, and said the GPS had my address already in it. I told her I wanted a shower and some food, she said the groceries were already there and waiting. I bid her farewell and headed off to parking.

When I got to the spot my car was supposed to be in I spent a good fifteen minutes looking for the cameras. This was no car. It was a FERRARI.

And not just any Ferrari.....it was a GTC 4Lusso. Twelve cylinders. Zero to 60 in three-point four seconds, and a seven-speed automatic. They also hadn't made any since 2016. And, it was a hatchback. Well, a Ferrari hatchback.

Ok. I squealed. Panoramic roof. aluminum brake calipers. Just enough carbon fiber to make me wet, and I swear, when I fired her up, I came. All the bags fit right in, I punched a few buttons on the nav and headed out. I called my new boss.

" I should tell you that you shouldn't have, but I'm deliriously happy you did!! Where did you find her? She's perfect, you know!"

"Talking AND driving. Very American. "

"Thank God it’s an automatic.....I'm touching myself you know...."

An exasperated sigh from the other end.

" Thank you. You're way too good to me."

“ You deserve it………..and don’t even think about arguing with me.”

“ Oooh NOW who’s being cheeky? And the steering wheel is even on the proper side…… but right turns are going to be weird……..”

He hung up on me.

If I knew where I was going, I would have taken the long way. I hadn’t had THIS much fun driving since I got my first Miata or the time I drag raced some guy who said “ you’re just a chick, you can’t drive…”Remind me to tell you that story. It’s a doozy. The car in question got 15 tickets standing still. Wasn’t even close to street legal.

I pull up to this I don’t know what to call it. It didn’t remind me of the mews house that Henry had, but it wasn’t the hotel I stayed in either. Marylebone. Whatever THAT meant…… the information said it was a duplex apartment and I had the key code, so in I went and wow.

Mid Century Modern, Clean lines, nice kitchen, a terrace so I could go smoke! I mean I HAVE my priorities. The bed looked HUGE, big enough for me to sleep like a starfish, and two trips and I had all my stuff dragged in. I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. When she said that groceries had been laid in, she wasn’t kidding. There was a whole shelf of vitamin water and oh my STARS! There was a coffee maker on the counter! That HAD to have come from Amazon, right? Surely I must be the only coffee drinker in where was I ? Marylebone. That was going to make me giggle for a minute. There was a study in the second bedroom, so I would have space to work, a whiteboard the size of one wall, this was perfect!

I grabbed a beverage and set about unpacking and hanging up all my things and putting other things in drawers. Wifi connected, I found the Spotify playlist I was looking for and began to putter about. My watch was still on US time and my fit bit was on local time so I knew I was going to crash, hard, but the longer I stayed up the better I was going to adjust.

After unpacking I still had energy, so I grabbed the briefcase and spread my notes out on the desk. Markers in hand I began diagramming on the whiteboard. It helped me to be able to SEE what I was thinking. Graphing out his stated values and needs, and then listing the attributes he SAID he wanted versus what he actually fell for and where the disconnects were, in color, of course. Dotted lines, arrows, I was dangerously close to eight by ten color glossies with a circle and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one……. Alice’s restaurant…. No? Ok, never mind.

I started a quick list of where the train jumped the tracks, going all in too soon, not really taking the time to get to know them, having divergent interests and no commonalities, incompatibilities in career, work ethic, at least what *I* could identify from my assessment. I made a note to do the core values assessment and make certain I hadn’t missed anything.

There was a note on the bed with a huge box. I recognized the handwriting…….. His.

“Wear what I have selected for you, we’re going out this evening”. I sighed, I don’t do well with surprises, really. Opening the box, there’s a stunning dress, shoes, stockings, a garter belt, with eight suspenders, all the things……. I shower and primp, and start getting dressed. The bra is an interesting style, half cups, so the girls are *up* there but still on display as it were….. No panties. That makes me smile. He’s got something up his sleeve, that’s for certain. I struggled with the suspenders. Honestly I don’t bend like I used to, and the back ones always give me trouble. The dress slides over the underpinnings, I spray on a bit of fragrance, touch up my lipstick and wait, did I mention I hate surprises?

There’s a knock at the door. I know it’s him. I open it and he pulls me in for an embrace and passionate kiss. “ Ready?”

“ Where are we going? “

“Out.”

Oh. it’s like THAT is it?

I take his arm and we walk outside. The car is not familiar, it isn’t one of his. I look at him, eyebrow raised. “ I borrowed it.” He opens the door for me and I get in. He goes around to his side and gets in, starts the car, and looks over at me. “ I want your bare ass on that upholstery. Now. “ I shimmy the skirt up, feeling a tad exposed, but excited. His hand rests on my thigh. We start driving and as we go he slides his hand up my thigh. God, I’m wet and in a second he’ll feel it. His hand grips my thigh high up and he digs his fingers into the flesh there. Not taking his eye off the road he growls. “ Spread those legs love”. I slide forward a bit and spread my thighs. His hand slides up to my folds finding the wetness I referenced. He teases my clit and I moan.

“ so wet, greedy slut, aren’t you?” I can only nod my head. He continued tormenting me with his fingers, eyes never taken off the road……. I felt so wanton. I wanted to ask what plans he had…….But I knew that I wouldn’t get an answer.

“ Part those legs. I want to see that pretty pussy.” Powerless, I complied. Spread out on the car seat, on display. I gave a passing thought to other cars, and managed to say “ What if someone sees?” He smiled. Fangs showing. Oh shit.

“ Darling” he purred “ I hope someone does. Let me see those stunning breasts. Don’t make me ask you twice.”

I adjusted the neckline of the dress. The shelf bra did it’s job, and my breasts were prominently displayed for his perusal. His hand left the juncture of my thighs and rolled one nipple between his fingers. I gasped. He laughed. The bastard. I was so turned on, and I hated that he was playing me like this, but I loved it and wanted more. And he knew it.

We drove like that for a bit, I wasn’t really focused on the passage of time, right on the edge of an orgasm, he alternating between playing with my pussy and tormenting my tits. My breathing was rapid, and he knew I was close, so close. I wasn’t going to beg. I just wasn’t. We drove into what looked like a courtyard, and I tried to look around. I made the mistake of looking at him, and my eyes could not go anywhere else. So good looking, the devilish twinkle in his eye, that poor beleaguered shirt trying desperately to contain those massive shoulders and arm muscles. And damned if he didn’t have a raging hard on. Thank God. I’d hate to be all wound up like this alone, you know? I reached up to cover my breasts and he smacked my hand. “ Oh, no, you stay JUST like that.” My eyes must have popped right out of my head because he laughed again. Bastard.

While I sat fuming AND aroused, he got out of the car and came around to my side and opened the door. I turned and came face to face with his enormous erection that he had apparently released from it’s confinement. Inelegantly I leaned forward to take as much of it as I could in my mouth. He grabbed my head with one hand and was fucking my face while pinching my nipple with the other hand. If I could have managed a thought, it would have been where the fuck were we? Trying to breathe and not slobber, and conscious of my state of undress, I squeezed my thighs together to get some friction, some relief. He stepped back, tucked himself back in his pants, and took my hand to help me out of the car. “ Don’t pout, love. You’ll get yours.” Right that second, I was hoping he’d toss me over the trunk of the car and fuck me senseless. But if wishes were horses, right?

We walked through the courtyard, among other couples and triads in varying states of dress, undress and play. Apparently this must be some kind of private party, and somewhere he felt safe enough to be out……..I relaxed a little but still felt self-conscious. Henry ran his hand down my back and whispered encouragement in my ear. “ You’re so stunning like this, more than I realized. I am so lucky…” Him? Lucky? I just had the dick of a GOD in my mouth……If I had been more covered, less out of my mind with lust, I would have had a snappy retort, but I was still consumed by what was going on and what he had up his sleeve.

We went into a ………..house? Lodge? I don’t know what the proper word is for the place. Huge, exquisitely furnished, classy, elegant and yet debauched. But maybe that was the people. Some were having sex, without a care in the world as to who was watching, there was a woman over the arm of a sofa begging for more and harder. A man joined them and stifled her cries with his dick in her mouth. I smiled. On my left two women were servicing a man who had been secured to an armchair, and somehow getting each other off in the process. I caught glimpses of bondage scenes, and impact play, and Henry walked me over to a comfy chair with cushions in front of it. He sat, and had me kneel on the cushions. “ Finish what you started.” I eagerly undid his trousers and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and licked and sucked at as much of it as I could manage to get in my mouth. He leaned forward and grabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it up practically to my waist. I could only imagine the garter belt framing my ass and the contrast of the stockings and the flesh. I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. I was too focused on tasting him. He leaned back and was arching into my mouth and I knew he was close. I looked up at him. “ Everyone is watching. Watching you swallow my cock. Staring at your fantastic ass. Take that dress off. I want them to see ALL of you. Better hurry. If I come before you get that dress off……“ Oh God. One handed I tried to peel off the dress, and slide it down my body, I don’t know how I managed, but I was in that shelf bra, and garters and stockings, that lovely dress in a crumpled heap; and I didn’t care.

I woke up panting………

It felt so real.

Well that whole wet dream not withstanding, I had apparently not kept my eye on the ball. He was so nice, so genuine, that he actually slowed down production. He stopped and talked to everyone, especially below the line. Conscious of the recent union vote, and apparently aware of the working conditions, he made sure that everybody got to eat, and had his driver shuttle people back to base.

It was a mystery to me as to WHY he was still single. It couldn't be just because he was kinky. Or because he was.....*koff* gifted....nudge nudge, wink wink....so I watched. And took notes. It seemed as though every female staffer he encountered was short circuited. They were just so blown away by his ...presence. And he made everyone he talked to feel like they were the only person on the planet. Ok, so. Intensity. She, whoever she was, had to be able to withstand that, and ideally, match it. I'd settle for not withering.

While he was working, sparring or training, I took advantage of being an avant garde hanger on, and using my training I observed. Took notes. The obsequious ones, no. He'd tire of that. The ones with skills, that was better. They could keep up with his work schedule, work on different crews, for upcoming productions. Stachelski's Highlander.... That was going to be a testosterone fest, and only certain kinds of women could do a few months of that, and not give in to the butch side. I crack myself up.

No stratospherically high femmes. Way too much maintenance. Louboutins and fight scenes. Ummm...no. And I REALLY wanted someone a little nerdy.

I started hosting Cards Against Humanity games in my trailer during down times. I made sure I had food, not star food, but not shit craft services wouldn't feed the animals ....midline, but hearty. And we played. No sense of humor? Out. Easily offended? Didn't get invited. Had an annoying laugh? Questionable. I made more notes, added to my top secret white board.

It wasn't like I could invite HIM to the cards against humanity games. He couldn’t be seen playing. It wouldn’t do. All these years in the industry and aside from that horrid interview, no dirt on him whatsoever. I mean I *knew* he ran around naked when he was rooming with those friends in his early days in Los Angeles, but thankfully, no social media existed and if there were pictures, they were a well treasured secret. And probably in someone’s spank bank, no doubt.

I corralled him and we worked on his bullshit detector. Turns out, he didn’t have one, so I installed one. I explained that his lack of bullshit detection caused some issues in the past.

“ Look, love, I KNOW how much you want a wife and kids, and that you feel the odd man out as all your brothers are married and have kids. But your biological clock and your damned sense of honor will be your undoing.”

He looked at me, quizzically.

“ You don’t get it do you?”

He shrugged.

“ Ok, lets break this down…” I flipped the white board and started writing. ..” that stalker who engineered a relationship by hanging out at your gym…” He cringed.

“ And it never occurred to you HOW she got to you? It didn’t seem * too good to be true*?”

His blue eyes got wide when it started to sink in. “ You think she laid out the bait and I fell for it?”

“ Uh, Yes. In a word, hook line and sinker”

“That’s three words, maybe more.”

“ Listen here smart ass…… I’m trying to help you. And that’s not the only time. The trump nazi. Did you KNOW she was bat shit crazy when you were picking out puppies together? Or did you lose sight of everything because you could really go to town and not hold back? Were you thinking with your dick the whole time? “ He sank down in the chair, trying to make himself smaller. I walked over and put my hand on his cheek. “ Love, I am not going to apologize for being blunt. You knew what I was when you met me. In fact that’s part of what you hired me for, my charm.” He smiled and I swear the whole world lit up like it was Christmas. Would I never have any immunity to this man?

“ Hero, you can have one night stands, you know. Go find some willing broad and fuck the daylights out of her. But NEVER where you live, and take their number, never give them yours. How did you get to this point in your career and never learn that? “ I already knew the answer. His mother raised him not to treat women that way, but the problem was their mothers didn’t raise them the same way.

“ At least you got custody of Kal…. not that he wouldn’t have walked all over her..You cannot assume that everyone is as honorable as you are, or that they have motives that aren’t sinister. I feel like such a jerk having to teach you this. In my perfect world you would never have to learn this, but honey, you keep shooting yourself in the foot and I cannot stand to see you unhappy”

He looked at me and smiled. “ You could just stay…..” “ Darling boy, I can’t and you know that. I will never be able to give you what you need, and you’d try so hard not to hate me for denying you what you ache for… I can’t. We’ve been over this.”

I took a deep breath and went back to the other side of the white board.

“ If you could find a way to have a conversation with these three women in the next week, that would be super.”

He married a darling woman, beautiful, accomplished, she seemed very charming, and bright.

At the birth of each child, I sent a gift. Anonymously. Through the solicitors. Their first was a girl, followed by two boys and then another daughter.

They seemed genuinely happy. The smiles, even in the pictures where they didn’t realize anyone was looking? The smiles went all the way to their eyes.

Some of what I said might have sunk in. They did hire a nanny. Sort of a Mrs. Doubtfire type….and when he filmed, the whole family went, until the kids got to be school age. He really went gang busters with his production company, and got into directing and writing.

He was quite phenomenal as 007. I must have gone to Bangkok and seen that movie twelve times. I think I saw the second Bond film ten times and the third one, I couldn’t help it. I went to the Asian premiere. But he didn’t see me. And I don’t think he would have recognized me if he was looking for me. I knew in my heart that he wasn’t. No one was.

Working in treatment in Thailand had been very rewarding, but I’m about close to done. There’s just the work and my travel bucket list is all checked off. I suppose it would have been different with one whom I could have shared it. I’m tired. All my ends are tied up, arrangements made, goodbyes said, except the one….I’m going to Kathmandu, I think I’ll spend the last bit looking for Kamar Taj.

Five years later

The electric Bentley glided into the curved driveway at the Cavill Estate. It stopped, the door opened and a young attorney exited the back of the vehicle and walked to the front door. They knocked and the Missus answered, her oldest behind her; stunning beauties, both of them.

“ Is Mister Cavill at home? I’m Octavia Hallowell from his solicitors office.”

“ By all means, please, come in. Would you like something? Angeline, please, go and fetch your father, love? And tell Grey and Tony it’s time for lunch?”

The young lady left in search of her daddy and to tell her brothers about lunch. The house was warm and full of photos. It felt cozy, lived in, not pretentious at all.

Henry Cavill came bounding down the stairs with two American Akitas at his heels, and his good looks had only gotten more profound. It really looked like he didn’t age, and apparently he was still working out.

He extended his hand and that 20,000 watt smile lit up the room.“ You have me at a disadvantage, I’m Henry, and you are?”

“Octavia Hallowell, sir. We spoke on the phone. Is there somewhere you’d prefer to do this, or did you want me to just hand this to you and leave?”

“So, its a bequest, you said?”

“Yes sir. I was, rather the firm was, to see that it came to you personally. There were no other instructions.”

“I feel terrible, you came all this way. You sure you won’t stay and join us?”

“ No thank you sir. The car is waiting”

She handed Henry a black velvet box, and turned and left.

He held it in his hands, turning it over, looking for something.

His wife came and put her arms around him, kissed him on the cheek.

“Why don’t you take that to your study, and if you like, I can bring you lunch in a bit?”

He kissed her and smiled, thinking himself the luckiest man. “Thank you darling, I shall.” He turned and went down the hall.

The study very much looked like his space, dark, powerful, but approachable, photos of his wife and children on the large desk, his schedule in the upper right corner, his awards on the shelves behind the desk, with photos of Kal, his nieces and nephews, film memorabilia and the like. He placed the box in the center of the desk and sat in his well broken-in chair, smiled at the ottoman where just last night he had taken his wife over his knee, spanked her till she was breathless and fairly dripping, and then pleasured her until she cried before seeking his own release.

A few deep breaths to ground and center, and he reached for the box and opened it. Inside, staring back at him was a stunning diamond.

He was no expert but he had spent enough time buying gifts for his wife to recognize that this was a quality stone, probably close to colorless and flawless. And not a small stone, either. No note. Just the diamond.

It all came rushing back, like the hot kiss at the end of a wet fist, all those years ago, during Covid 19 , in the mews house. Entwined on the sofa, in between bouts of play, or fucking, or making love, and she had talked about her plans for the afterlife, joking about her job in Hell.. They had had a great laugh about the seven o'clock show not being the same as the nine and who wouldn’t go on after whom; and then she got serious, and said she had planned to be cremated and made into diamonds. He knew she was serious, and said it would be his honor to wear one. She told him “Only if its perfect, like you are my darling boy”.

He didn’t know when the tears began to flow, only that he could feel his face was wet and he reached into his desk drawer for the letter he had read a thousand times. He had meant to call, or to write, after he had stopped being so angry. Well, if he was going to be honest, and he owed it to her, there was about three weeks where he was blind drunk. Then, he was angry. For taking his choice away from him. Furious because they could have made it work, somehow, someway, and then realizing she was right, and not wanting to give her the satisfaction.

Now he would never get to give her anything, ever again. The sobs came freely now, as he let himself mourn a woman that he once loved. His wife came in, and rushed to his side.“ Darling? What’s wrong? What’s upset you so?”

“ I’ve just found out someone that I love has passed, and there’s so much I didn’t get to say. I didn’t think, I just.. I thought I had more time….”

He pulled her onto his lap and held her close, breathing in her scent, nuzzling her neck, and he raised his head and captured her eyes with his spectacular azure ones and said “ Let me tell you about this person. They changed my life. If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t be blessed enough to have married you or have four of the most….

"Five”

“What? Darling? Really?”

She nodded.

He stood, never letting go of her and spun her around the room.“My dear Mrs Cavill, have I told you today how much I love you?”

He had the diamond set into his pinky ring. Their next child was named after her.

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