It seems ridicules to speak of such things as being real, but obsession is a powerful force. Over time, these dreams became my reality. I spent hour a...ter hour, and day after day with my marbled love, trying to beg her forgiveness. Trying to free my Rose from her mystical cage. Those dreams, and the Hoodoo curse, no longer seemed the stuff of fantasy to me. In my mind, I had accepted them as real, and I longed to find a way to bring my lost love back to flesh and blood.For months, I searched. She could convince him to do anything in class, he always mysteriously dropped her low quiz grades, and she would swear by it that he would flirt with her whenever he saw her. Everyone always teased her about it, especially her friends when they'd be in the room. But Crystal actually loved it. It made her feel better knowing that it wasn't her lust for him causing delusions in her mind; he genuinely did seem to have a thing for her, despite being 27, married, and Crystal being 16 and his. There they relaxed, silently sipping on their lusciouslattes and creamy cappuccinos, as they watched other tourists millingabout, against the soundtrack of the gentle lapping waves.They sat there until dusk, when they were greeted by the brilliantsunset. Their balcony spot offered them an unobstructed view of theharbor and the sun diving into the horizon, casting the skies ablazein tones of orange and sepia. It was another perfect ending to aperfect day in paradise. Eventually, they. And normally fucking night and morning before she left for work. She had quipped after one particularly strenuous and satisfying fuck that I must have gotten my cock genes from my uncle Jim (her brother) because my dad only had a four inch cock.I let that comment go without asking more ... and she never mentioned it again. It got me to wondering if our incestuous liaison was not the first one of her life."Fuck me" I growled when I realised that the problem with my dad's pool lay near the bottom.