My Secret Garden

Bessie Carmine stared out of her opened window. Her mother's garden was full of roses and gardenias. The smell of jasmine filled the air. The moon was full and the stars were bright. Suddenly, she caught sight of a shooting star.

Bessie closed her eyes and made a wish. A wish she would share with no one. Truth be told she was almost ashamed of her wish. But she hoped it would come true.

Dita Florence, sitting on her balcony in Venice, heard Bessie's wish. She smiled. Such a nice wish, she thought, and I'm going to make it come true.

"Judas, I have a mission for you," she said, making her way inside.

"What is it now Dita? Somebody you want dead, raped, decapitated?" he said, rolling his dark eyes.

"Some young girl has made a wish."

"So?"

"Guess what she wished for?"

Judas' eyes widened.

"No."

"Yes, my dear Judas, yes indeed."

Bessie pulled her covers tightly around her. Why did she make that stupid wish? There was no way for her to take it back. What if it actually came true, she would be in so much trouble. She tossed and turned all night.

Judas made his way to London. It was almost dawn before he reached his destination. He made his way up the winding path. He took a deep breath before knocking on the door. It opened and Judas drew in a sharp breath.

"Judas, it's been so long," Griffin said, moving closer to him.

"I know. I've missed you a lot."

Griffin gently kissed Judas.

"Please, come in. It's freezing out there," Griffin said.

Judas undid his coat and went to sit on the couch. Griffin poured them both a glass of vodka. They both loved the way it stung your throat.

"Why are you here?" he asked, handing Judas the glass.

"A girl made a wish last night," he said, before taking a long sip of the vodka.

"And that concerns me?"

"Guess what she wished for," Judas said.

Griffin bit his lip and threw the glass against the wall. Judas jumped a bit, he never could understand Griffin's temper.

"I suppose this is all Dita's idea?"

"Yes, but I want your help to."

"How old is the girl?"

"I'm not sure. Dita didn't tell me. All I know is that her name is Bessie Carmine and she lives in Boston."

"I'll help you, but we do things my way."

"Agreed. Just please be gentle with her at first. I doubt she's had any experience."

"Alright, I'll be gentle at first. But you can be assured I will break this girl in half if she crosses a line," he said.

Judas nodded his head.

"And we are bringing her back to my house. All my toys are here."

"But Dita…"

"I don't care about Dita. Now when is our flight I have to pack some things," Griffin said, picking up the glass he had broke.

"Not until seven. We have time."

"Good. Because I have some plans for you."

"What?"

"You haven't called, written or visited me in over forty years. I'm a bit pissed off."

Judas smiled wickedly. He didn't like Griffin's temper, but he loved it when he was playful. Griffin drug him into the bedroom and banged the living daylights out of him. Judas helped him pack afterwards.

"Are you ready to go?" Judas asked, pulling on his coat.

"Yes, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, come on if we don't hurry we'll miss our flight."

"I swear, Judas, sometimes you act like you have a giant stick shoved up your ass," Griffin said, getting into the cab.

"Oh, Griff, you know the only thing I have shoved up my ass is your dick."

"You are such a naughty boy," Griffin said.

"I know."

The cab drove them to the airport, where they boarded for Boston. They flew first class, wondering what this Bessie Carmine looked like.