Okay guys (if any of you still remember me!), this was one of the hardest decisions I’ve had to make. As everyone noticed I really never came back in any functional way after the death of my dearest friend in 2018. I just kind of disappeared from here.

I have loved this blog for the past 4 years along with Maggie. I’m not giving her up, I never could but in order to move forward and actually write her again I have to move her to my new multi-muse blog. It’s a lot of history and a lot of friends/followers to leave behind and I’m sorry for that but it’s something I must do.

I have a handful of threads I’d like to continue and I will reach out to those people within the next week. I’m still setting everything up.

I’m not going to give my new URL out publicly but if you would like to have it and continue writing with me there, shoot me a message and I’ll give it to you!

I wish everyone that I’ve encountered here happiness and I’d love to write with you all again in the future!

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{ ℳ. ℰ. ✾ }  ———— She was happy when he dropped the subject of her past and seemed to focus only on her and her body. There were still many reminders of it on her pale skin. Especially her back all the way down to her thighs. When his fingers ran over them she shied slightly. The scars were deep - lash marks inflicted for 'sins' that she probably hadn’t even committed. They reminded her that she wasn’t physically ‘perfect’ either - maybe it wasn’t something that couldn’t be covered up like his hands but it was still something she struggled with. It was her shame. He'd see them but in time. Maggie wouldn't hide anything from Jimmy. Not again. When she vowed complete and total honesty with him it was something she took seriously.

Breath caught in her throat as her heart pounded away in her chest when his calloused fingertips brushed gently over the front of her body. Hands that worked so hard yet touched her as if she was the most fragile thing ever to exist. This was how a man's touch was supposed to feel - even if she had nothing to compare it to Maggie was sure of it. All it took was for him to touch one breast, play with one nipple and both were taunt and hard for him. She moaned right back into that kiss. Everything they were doing felt right. If it was a sin she didn't care. It was what she wanted. What they wanted.

A blush stained her cheeks pink at his words. She believed him. He told her she was beautiful every day so there was no need to ever doubt his sincerity. A hand rested on his shoulder while her other one rubbed his chest and admired how strong and masculine he was. Everything about him made her weak in the knees. Jimmy was the perfect man no matter what the rest of the world though. A finger traced one of his nipples. "Are...are you ready to see more?" She felt so shy but she wanted to show him. Maggie loved how he let her go at her own pace. Tiny hips shifted forward to come into contact with his erection briefly as she started to lift her hips to remove her skirt.

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{ ℳ. ℰ. ✾ }  ———— It was the same for her. Maggie found it so much harder to forgive herself than it was to forgive Jimmy. Forgiving him came naturally. He was the man she loved and he always would be. His actions didn't almost get an innocent group of people murdered. The fact that he forgave her wasn't enough for her - it was a comfort but never enough. The most she could hope for was that her forgiveness of him offered him at least that.

Ima wasn't a bad girl. She was just caught in the middle of it all. The bigger girl seemed happier now. She'd caught the eye of another troupe member and she'd moved on. Maggie had her Jimmy again so it all seemed to work out. The little fortune-teller might not ever truly like Ima but she didn't wish her any ill will. If Jimmy did apologize to her that was up to him. She'd never say any more about that situation. She didn't even like to think about it.

Maggie could see how her story affected him. Saddened him. She could see it in his eyes and that broke her heart. There was so much more to the little blonde's tragic past that she kept locked away. She didn't want to tell Jimmy things that would make him unnecessarily unhappy. It's not like he could change them so why should he have to hear about them and be hurt by them? Maybe one day she'd open up more if she felt it was truly needed - for now, she'd just give him the basics so he could at least understand her a bit more.

She could see him bulk at the idea of marriage and that made her feel bad. It was a big thing and she didn't want him to feel she was trying to trap him. What more could he give her than his all? He'd stopped going to the housewives where he was making an extra income. He'd stopped visiting that tent where sexual things happened. His body was hers as much as his heart. Maggie appreciated that.

"Yes. I...I know it's a lot." She looked down at their interlocked fingers. Her's wrapped tightly around a fused set on each of his hands. Unlike anyone else when she looked at that sight she saw nothing but love and beauty. "So many things, Jimmy...we'd be here all afternoon discussing all the things I was raised to believe were a sin. All the rules that weren’t supposed to broken." She leaned in to brush her lips over his. "I don't want that. You don't want that...let's focus on us." Everything was a sin. Even just laying in bed beside him at night. Anything that was supposed to feel good and be natural at least.

She wasn't ready to have sex with him. At least not all the way. But she wanted to give him something. Maggie would push aside how anything they did on a sexual level was a sin. She'd have to. If she was able to touch herself between the legs she was already a sinner - why not at least touch him too? Slowly she let go of his hands to bring them to her shirt. Trembling fingers started to unbutton it to reveal her not so sexy, practical white bra. "Let's start with this..." The cotton material was pushed down her shoulders and her small hands went around back to start unhooking her bra for him. "Looking at each other's bodies." They were out there protected by the tall sunflowers. Alone and very private and intimate.

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{ ℳ. ℰ. ✾ }  ———— Celebrating always meant drinking for Jimmy so she wasn't surprised that this day had been any different. At least he was drunk for a reason that day and not just because. She wished it could always be that way. Maggie wouldn't even entertain such a foolish idea. Her beloved Jimmy was an alcoholic and she'd just accept it for what it was and try to carry on as best as she could. She'd chose instead to look at the positive side of it and that was getting him to stop. One day she'd succeed. One day she'd be enough to make him happy and he wouldn't need the drinking.

Maggie questioned her own religious upbringing all the time. She was just such a tortured soul from the seventeen years her Granny drilled it into her head. How could she get Jimmy to understand it if she didn’t even herself? She didn't know she believed in God anymore. At least not the cruel one that was used to beat her into a submissive and manageable state all those years. Still, she couldn't shake those demons that she had to walk the straight and narrow path or face eternal damnation. She wanted to shake it all off and just be the woman that Jimmy deserved in bed. It wasn't fair to make him wait like she did. Maggie just wished he'd agree to marry her and then she'd make love to him any time he wanted her. She’d give him her all.

Pride Princess. Those words were meant to hurt her and she knew it. They made her cringe and she wanted to tell him that she wasn't. It wasn't pride that kept her from giving in. It was that she was a woman that deserved to have her body respected. She deserved a commitment of the highest level before she was expected to give it up. Deep down she felt she deserved nothing. Not for the things she'd done. Maybe she deserved to be his whore and be treated like one. It was Jimmy that deserved it all. For that reason and also because she never backtalked her man Maggie kept her mouth shut.

She heard the groan. Maggie knew what he needed. She felt him shift off the bed and go into the bathroom. Then the lewd noises started as he relieved himself. At least he went into the bathroom that night. It was more than could be said for any other night. Normally he'd do it right there in bed with her as she turned her back towards him. It was the only way she could give him his privacy and keep herself chaste. He was a man with needs and if he had to use his own hand to satisfy them she wasn't going to stop them. Even if he wasn’t exactly polite or respectful about it. A few times he'd tried to reach for her hand to use it to jerk himself but she'd always pull it back. A stinging slap was delivered a few times but she still didn't help. Instead, she'd run off and cry or just lay there trembling.

Maggie had never even seen Jimmy fully naked and she'd like to keep it that way. Until now. Something shifted in her. And it was more than the desire and that persistent yearning between her legs. There was something different about tonight. They were in their new home. Not some seedy motel. It was the first night of their new lives and this was the biggest commitment she'd gotten from Jimmy. Maybe she could do a little something. What she didn't exactly know.

Making the boldest move she'd ever made Maggie found herself standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Fighting the urge to gasp as she watched his hand move up and down his length. Fighting the urge to run away. He was bigger than she expected. "Jimmy..." Her voice was soft. She didn't really know what to say or do in this situation but she was there. That hopefully said enough.

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{ ℳ. ℰ. ✾ }  ———— Maggie walked through the door of the small home she shared with Jimmy and forced the best smile she could manage when she saw him sprawled out on the couch staring at the black and white television set. The smile was more for her own benefit than his due to her need to always remain optimistic - he didn’t even look up at her or acknowledge her. “Hi, baby.” She said softly knowing that he would either ignore her completely or say something rude in response - she still tried. every day she tried and every day she was rejected and treated like nothing more than a HEAP OF GARBAGE. She still wasn’t going to give up hope that one day he’d see her as more than a LIVE-IN MAID AND HUMAN SEX DOLL. He’d loved her once and he’d loved her again. One day she believed they would still get married like they had talked about all that time ago at the freak show. She sighed when she saw the mess of beer cans all over the floor and the table across from the couch. That was an everyday event as well but she knew better than to say anything about his DRINKING PROBLEM and how out of hand it was. She’d just clean it all up and pretend it didn’t bother her like she did with so many other facets of his personality.

After a twelve-hour day at the diner all she wanted was a nice relaxing bubble bath and sleep - a lot of it. These, however, were luxuries when it came to having a very demanding boyfriend like Jimmy. She knew that she had to make him dinner because he expected it and would never do it himself. He was probably already going to give her hell for being out so late but she’d had no choice in taking the extra hours when another co-worker called in - it was either that or lose the job that BARELY SUPPORTED THEM AND HIS DRINKING HABIT. She knew there would probably be more accusations of her being out WHORING AROUND on him that she’d have to assure him were not true at all. After that, he would decide what they did before she was finally allowed to take a quick shower and fall into bed for a few hours before she had to get up and do it all over again. “How was your day? Did you do anything interesting?” She asked as she kicked off her shoes by the door and took off her hairnet to let her long blonde curls fall free. Maggie knew better than to ask him what she really wanted to know and that was if he’d looked for work but the newspaper that had been untouched on the front porch pretty much gave her the answer to that already. She always held out hope that maybe he’d just LEFT THE HOUSE and looked for a job but she doubted that either. “What do you want for dinner?” She tried to sound cheery.

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{ ℳ. ℰ. ✾ }  ———— Jupiter was miles behind them and all the horrors that existed there were in the past - Maggie had never been more relieved to put a chapter of life behind her. With the last of the money she’d had the ex-con had managed to put a month of rent down on a nice little house - their first home together to start their new lives in. She knew that they would have to figure out a way to make money if they wanted to stay there but after a long day - and a long week since leaving Florida - that was the least of her concerns. She was tired right into her bones and her happy, optimistic outlook was wearing thin for the day - she just needed a good night of sleep so she could wake up recharged and ready to do it again the next day. Dealing with a man that was less than agreeable and even downright mean at times took all the energy she had but she didn’t blame Jimmy at all - he had a right to issues and she loved him regardless of how he acted. Maggie knew that she was to blame for most of his anger and pent up frustration so she quietly let him take out all of his verbal abuse on her - she figured he just needed to get it out of his system and it would help him heal. help them heal. She didn’t really think about how unhealthy it was for her and really she didn’t care. It could be worse. After changing into a modest nightgown she crawled into bed beside the man she loved and leaned in giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight, Jimmy.” Her voice was soft and laced with the last little bit of cheer she could muster for him. “I hope you sleep well in our new home.” She tried to push the thoughts of how wrong it was to just be sleeping in bed with a man that she wasn’t married to out of her head - they were doing nothing wrong so it was completely innocent. She was sure once they were settled in and he started to forgive her he would do the right thing and make her his wife - neither of them had a single soul in the world left aside from each other. wishful thinking like that kept her going.

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{ ℳ. ℰ. ✾ }  ———— Maggie knew that Jimmy was a proud man and he didn't want a woman fluttering over him and patching him up. Wounding his pride and drawing attention to and injury that he perceived as 'not being that bad'. But she was a nurturing woman and it was in her nature to want to take care of the man she loves. She accepted his quiet and his reluctance and just worked her magic on nursing his wound. Even sealing it with a soft kiss when she was done.  Now there is bright red lipstick on the dressing but it just adds her signature mark to it. Something he's used to by now as she leaves it on him any chance she can get.

"Boys. I swear." She muttered with a soft chuckle. There was also a part of this whole process that had made her feel needed. And what woman didn’t want to feel needed? "All better."  Moving in front of him she sits down on his lap and wraps her arms around his waist being especially careful to not bump his arm. "You’re welcome. I love you, Jimmy Darling." 

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{ ℳ. ℰ. ✾ }  ———— "Today is a nice day for a picnic..." Maggie probably sounded crazy considering it was almost about to be dark. But once Amelia heard her out she'd understand. "But not a normal one. A special midnight one under the stars." Reaching out for her girlfriend's hands - feeling safe in doing so because they are in the safety of the show grounds. No one to judge them in there for such intimacy in an unaccepting time period. "What do you say, my love?" Her hazel eyes sparkled with the prospect of a romantic night time outing for just the two of them. Things got so busy most days that they didn’t get much alone time. She clutched a basket in her hand that she'd made earlier in anticipation that her girlfriend would say yes. 

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{ ℳ. ℰ. ✾ }  ————  Of course she's going at it again. New day same old banter. And Maggie isn't going to stop until she gets him to see reason - got him to agree and leave with her. He deserved a chance. They deserved a chance. And neither of them was going to get it there. She loved Jimmy with her whole heart and soul. He was a little bit broken but she knew he was a good man. She believed she could love him enough that the hate from the rest of the world would just pale in comparison. Maggie was an eternal optimist at heart but this place was killing that part of her with each passing day that they remained trapped in it. She couldn't promise they'd ever have a 'normal life' or one without ridicule - hate and prejudice were everywhere - but she could promise him that she would give him what he needed to be happy through the struggle. 

"Then leave with me, Jimmy. Tonight." Squeezing his hands a little tighter in her own and refusing to let go she keeps her eyes on him. Hazel eyes glittered with the promise of love, happiness, and a new beginning. "I've got money. A lot of it. I've been saving it. You know that rich townie that hangs around here with this mother? He's been paying me well for readings. He's kept coming back and giving me more each time." That male was the true definition of freak but the world wouldn't see that because he was well-bred with such good looks. What a shame. "We'll get on your bike and leave." She'd leave everything. Clothes, jewelry. None of that mattered. It could all be replaced later down the line. She left out the part about the private bank account she had with all the money she'd saved from past cons with Stanley. She had that too and it would provide for their new life as well. "We could be halfway to the Florida Keys by morning. Do you know how lovely it must be there?"

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She can feel the anxiousness that Bette felt the moment those words left Maggie’s lips. She hesitated and for a brief moment Dot feels a spike of it as well. She thinks of her mother, Bette lets out a sigh and her eyes lower. “ The thing about secrets - “ Dot begins, her voice low and uncertain because she’s never trusted Maggie, not even a bit. “ - is they belong to you. No matter how bad. “ Bette glances at her sister then over at Maggie. “ Do you have those kinds of secrets too? “

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{ ℳ. ℰ. ✾ }  ———— Oh she noticed that the twins didn't trust her. At least Dot. She'd have to blind and stupid not to notice - and Maggie was definitely neither of those things. Bette on the other hand - she had sort of an innocence to her. She seemed almost simple and childlike to her. She possibly didn't see any reason to distrust her - at least not on her own. It was good that she was attached to Dot and had someone to guide her through life. Maggie wasn't sure how well she'd fare on her own. "I own a lot of secrets..." Her voice was apprehensive as she answered the question to the conversation she’d initiated. "And not all of them good. Secrets that others might hate me for...ones I hate myself for." The ones she harbored about Stanley and his ill intentions with the people she’d started to care about at the freak show. She wanted desperately to let them all out. She just didn't know how to. "And some of them are so painful that they cut you to the core no matter how long ago you escaped them." Maggie thought about the ones from her childhood - the ones that caused her scars so deep both emotionally and physically. The ones that caused her to flee from home and became entrapped in the web of deceit that she was currently in.