Jaycee's Blog - Sat, July 1

I've let Biff go. I've asked Tarantina to wipe out his memory, though she says it probably won't last very long. It seems that faerie "memory wipes" get increasingly fragile the more targets have been subjected to magic, as if their subconscious was trying to work out the discrepancies in their reality. The more discrepancies, the harder the mind fights and the shorter the duration of the wipe. That might explain (for example) why Priya eventually remembered what had happened to her.

This could be slightly problematic because Biff knows where I live. I made sure to impress upon him (before Tarantina wiped his memory) that if he ever remembered any of this and came back, I would unleash Tarantina upon him and let her deal with him as she saw fit. (Honestly, I'm not really sure that's a good idea; Tarantina might just ask him to kill me. I'd have to word it very carefully at the time.)

The reason I let Biff go was because, well, enough is enough, right? He's swallowed more dick than a 5-dollar Thai hooker and he's expressed several times in the last months that his views on sexuality were...different from before. I guess you live certain experiences long enough, and something changes in you. So it felt like he'd learned his lesson, was a better man, and was ready to once again become a productive member of society.

In other news: Jennifer.

She's been texting me since she left. It started innocently enough, but some of her messages are downright provocative. She's taking boob shots of herself from various angles and asking me which one is best. She's also done this while wearing some very skimpy bikini bottoms. "A or B?" she keeps asking. Honestly, I don't really care. She did it again yesterday, and enough was enough. Living in Quebec City, she was out of reach, so I went on the street, pointed at the first good-looking Asian I saw, and asked Tarantina to give me control over her body. I accosted her, told her to be silent and follow me, and brought her back with me to my flat.

Of course, I'm no monster! I gave her an exquisite body (including Jennifer's face and boobs), a raging libido, and treated her like a lady until she couldn't stand it anymore. She did ask me to let her go, but the way she impaled herself on me said something else. She had a string of mind-blowing orgasms that left her utterly breathless. Of course, Tarantina wiped her mind clean. I also asked her to give my lover a magic necklace that could control any man's erection at will (except me, of course). I have no clue whether she'll even figure it out, but I like the idea that there's such an item out there. Makes the men she wants better lovers, and turns any potential assailant into a limp noodle.

So that's been my last few days. Honestly, though, I'm a bit bored lately. The upside of having a faerie is that you get anything you want. The downside is that life's not much of a challenge.

Maybe it's time to take on the Coterie again? Do I want to touch that monster at all?

--Jaycee