Etty, blushing slightly, knelt down on the floor of the truck, and took her husband’s hand in hers. With surprising deftness, she massaged his fingers, and the palm of his hand. He sighed in bliss. No one had ever massaged his hands before.
“What are you two doing back there that made John sigh like that?” Logan asked from the driver’s seat. “More importantly, can I get some after we get to my house?”
John’s wife giggled, and blushed again. She reminded herself that her husband’s friends were more like siblings, or spouses. Thinking about Logan and Donna in those terms would probably help her adjust to their banter more quickly.
“I don’t know, man.” John spoke up, almost slurring his words from the relaxation that was spreading up his arm. “You’ll have to ask my wife if she’s willing to massage your hands.”
“You’re getting a hand massage? I am so jealous!” Logan pouted.
“See?” Donna pointed out. “If you’d hurry up and ask Patti Thorson to marry you, you might have your own adorable spouse to take care of you. Wait. You might have to massage her hands, after long days of working cow titties.”
“For Patti, I would gladly massage her hard working hands. I’m a wonderful guy, after all.”
Logan and Donna threw conversational darts at one another for some time to come.
Etty listened quietly, and watched John fall asleep when she started on his left hand. It made her happy to give him a little peace and comfort after such a busy day. Which isn’t to say that keeping him occupied in one way, or another, didn’t serve her desires as well. Distracted or asleep, John wouldn’t notice the ring, and she would be less tempted to tell him about her day.
She suspected a tale of coercing a supernatural parasite into aborting itself might cause him a little worry. It worried her, too, but enough to disrupt her gradual assimilation into John’s life. Of course, there was also the primary problem: an ancient artifact of immense power had grafted itself into her finger.
That could certainly drive a wedge between newlyweds!
Etty imagined the conversation going something like this…
“Darling, I have something to tell you. It is a little strange, and you might find it disturbing.”
“Sure, Etty. Go ahead.” John would say.
“Well, you see, when I was looking through your truck the other night, I did find something strange. See?” She’d show him her finger.
“Wow! That ring looks like it grew into your finger!”
“Yes. It is an ancient object of great power that allows me to control people, and make them see me as the most desirable thing in the universe. It makes me so persuasive that I can call forth evil spirits from the bodies of mortals.”
“Um.” He would probably start looking for a way out after hearing that. “Have you done anything to me?”
“Only by accident!” She’d wrap her arms around him, and start crying, so he’d see her sincerity. “When I saw what I did, I put the ring on to see if I could control it better. It worked, but then it latched on and won’t let go!”
“Right,” John would say, and try to peel her off him, “how do fairies get divorces?”
In the truck, on the way to Logan’s house, Etty shuddered at the fantasy, but never stopped massaging John’s hand.