GET GONE
The Beginning of an End to a Beginning
by Eduardo

   I am also very aware that Eliza does things when she is on a spiritual high that she would never normally do. Spiritual highs to her are like alcoholic inebriation to others, who also act out of character and cannot remember a thing afterwards. I have seen it many times in little harmless things. One such high caused concern though, from an event that took place many years ago, during the time of Eliza's sickness with ME.
   I spent so much money on all these special food supplements and really expensive alternative therapies. It just went on and on.  Every possible new diet, supplementary medicine, natural remedy, health drink or health shop recommendation was tried. Guess over the seven years in total, that amounted to many thousands of pounds. However, one of the things she got excited about was this place that a friend of hers had recommended, where he did body massage and healing with crystals.

So off we went and located it in a quite locality of the village. It looked good actually.  A nice shop front with big semi-curtained windows full of posters for natural health and shelves of crystals and little potions.
   Inside was a nice spacious interesting place, with lots to catch the eye and behind the counter display unit, you could see there was a complex of rooms behind. The couple who owned the place looked okay as ex-hippies into their little world and beliefs.  She obviously puffed a little now and he had obviously puffed an awful lot in the past.   The ashtrays, smell, body language, speech and decor spoke the entire story out loud.  They were a very happy couple enjoying each others odd little ways, he old enough to be her father.  They were on their little harmless journey of fantasy and trying to materialise enough from it to live on.  A seemingly harmless little cottage industry.   She did readings and stuff like that while he took care of the personal attention and also ran karate lessons each week, plus the gear they sold from the shop made them a realistic existence, but no real out and about living.

   After all the introductions and explanations, Eliza went off to the the special room which I never saw but was explained sufficiently by Eliza to visualise. A large operating table like bed that went up and down, a long relaxer and adjoining toilets. The room was darkened out with heavy curtains and various herbs burnt along with special music and dimmed lighting, you know the sort of thing.
   Meanwhile I'm invited in by his mistress to the rear kitchen and obviously part of their downstairs living quarters, for a coffle while her miracle man performs his massaging wonders using special oils on Eliza.   After about ten minute he comes into the kitchen and informs me Eliza had the massage and is resting now and how he will go back in ten minutes and place the healing crystals on her.  He explained it all with so much authority on the subject, you had to admire the conviction.
  He was however, extremely knowledgeable on the human anatomy, especially certain parts that control sexuality and pleasure. You could tell looking at both of them as he spoke, of the glee they must have together as they explored those special zones beneath the covers, like two children frolicking around. Again, the picture was so clear from their body language as certain sentences were spoken.
Finishing his tea, he announces how its time for the crystals and off he trots to the healing room.
   Another cuppa is served and she rolls up a ciggy, no not the 'puff' type and I relax with small talk to pass time for about ten minutes and he's back. That's it now for another twenty minutes, during which time he nips back a couple of times.
Eventually its all over and Eliza emerges smiling a little and off we go with his card if she wants to come back for regular weekly treatment.   It was a long drive from home and the weekly journey on top of everything else at the time was not a relished thought.  Not to mention the added cost of these session days out. Anyway, Eliza decides she likes this crystal healing thing and reckons this guy has good hands for her body and massages her delicately.  The crystals make her feel better and he talks to her a lot about her body how he understands her.  The quickest way of grabbing Eliza's attention, especially if you want to sell her something, is start saying you understand her.  Add a little flattery and she will swoon to whatever you tell or sell her.  I should know, my hands have been in the pocket many times to pay for her swoons.

  So that was it. Every week for months, an hours drive to this place for the massage and crystals.  I gave up going in after a couple of times.  The chat was always the same and made me uncomfortable, so I would sit in the car outside and scribble out some brief notes or letters, or just read.  Sometimes walk down the street and look in a car showroom.  Basically very boring and because of my disability being so bad at the time, each time we came it caused immense discomfort.
Some times she would come out looking radiant and full of cheer, others not looking so good and down.  Never really understood why she kept going back, I think it was the sales pitch.  Eventually it all faded out and she stopped going.

   The years have passed with hardly a mention about this massage therapy, but very recently Eliza really blew my mind with one of her revelations.  We were laid in bed speaking intimately about the clitoris, women's pleasure and the all elusive G spot.
  We talked about how some women have these G spots and others don't seem to. I've tried looking for hers several times and have found a spot extremely close which really excites her, but never managed to fully get at it deep behind the bone.  Some women have it really exposed while sometimes it can be buried so far under, that pressure pleasure is minimal.   So there we are talking about all this real laid back and casual, must have been after nooky, otherwise we would not have managed to talk it about it for so long.  In part of the conversation she lets out that this chap had actually put his fingers inside her and shown her where hers was.  In an extremely tightly controlled reply and huge desire to keep this illuminating talk continuing,  I casually said back.
"Oh yeah, where is it then?"
"Come here Ill show you."   She said taking my finger to explore. "Just here, just around there."   She carried on, trying to position my finger correctly around inside her now, very wet again pussy.
"I cant find it." I quietly said.
"Oh its there alright. He put his finger up and hit it straight away."
"Wow." I replied acting humorously surprised. "That was a good massage. No wonder you kept going back. Massage of the G spot eh?"
   I just turned everything into one big laugh.  But I was certainly not laughing inside.  I hadn't known before that these sessions were completely naked with just a small towel sometimes on her.   It all came together, the days she looked good afterwards.  The way he always reverted somehow to sexuality when speaking about treatments.   His main topic was always to do with 'carnal pleasures'.  It was obvious he and his partner were into some far out sexuality and I could just picture it if maybe she went off somewhere and he gives Eliza a very special massage on that big comfortable bed.  Which is probably the very reason that he was not a practicing doctor any longer, being struck off for patient interfering and had to revert to this type of lower life work.   I did not put it all together at the time, you don't if there is no suspicion of something.   Now it all is so obviously clear, well part of it anyway.   How far everything ever went after that is for us all to imagine. I know its making me feel very horny right now just thinking of her laid there on her stomach slightly raised by a pillow, which of course has some magical reason for being exactly there and him gently sliding a moistened finger into her pussy and then her squirming as for the first time in her life, he finds that magic spot of unlimited pleasure.  Then, with well oiled skill from countless others he has shown his portfolio of carnal pleasures to, he manipulates the bed hydraulics with his foot and gently lowers it to his required entry position.  Then with equal homed skill he gently replaces the moist finger with something much bigger but covered with equally slippery gossamer.  She is by now on a spiritual high of highs and swept along by the gushing flows of pleasure throbbing through her veins as her vagina pulse in ultimate sensations.  Stronger and stronger her pulses become as she races along the spiritual path, deeper and deeper his gentle thrusts of spirituality become.  She feels him but she doesn't. Everything is blotted out by the passionate pleasures that are convulsing through body, arched in anticipation of the ultimate orgasm.   Until in a blinding star burst she writhes in eroticism as she feels it coming and gushes her juices as he ejaculates into the sheath in total satisfaction of carnal pleasure.  He then gently transfers the healing crystals onto her and leaves satisfied.  That must have been the day she came out radiant!
How's that for imagination. Gosh I'm wet.

   She never has never again spoken of her visits there, even though I have tried to swing a suitable conversation or two that way. This revelation only came out just before Japan and made me realise that on spiritual highs nothing is unacceptable to her and therefore, in this state there exists no laws or morale's to break.  So in reality my imaginative scene above is not a fantasy.  Eliza is one of those extremely rare people that could blow your mind by actually doing just that and then be upset if you only saw the seedy side of it, or as most would call, the real side.
She would expect you to fully understand how it was some unique spiritual bonding of two past soul mates who enjoined spiritually to experience once more the unity.  Or some very strange story like it and I could write pages of possible alternatives.
So since then, which was only a couple of months ago, I have had grave doubts about many things.  Especially in her new future which is so spiritually heightened, that anything can happen and has.  She is so vulnerable and yet refuses to accept any weakness, which can be dangerous when trying to achieve so many impossibilities and surrounded by so many smooth talking disguised wolves.  And as shown,  has a big weakness for genuine sounding smooth talkers.

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