Jody Wilson: Do You Love Me? by Bassam Imam - HTML preview

Afterwards, Cynthia and I sat down on a black sofa then closed our eyes.
A short while later we were awakened by the opening of the thick, steel door.
Dr. Hirsi returned with a clipboard in his hand. I figured that we had to fill out a questionnaire or a company form. No governmental forms were in sight, of course.
“Cynthia, I must ask you to fill out this form. You should not use your real name. We have given you the number 12345-A to use for identification purposes. This will be for our record. We try to keep track of how many fleshy androids we manufacture for each age, socioeconomic, racial, and gender cohort.
Hopefully, someday our services will be legal. Then we can spread our services to the rest of Canada and the United States. If all goes well, citizens from abroad will be able to order their own personalized fleshy androids.
As of this moment, we only have two standard fleshy androids for each gender.
“Cynthia, I’ll give you fifteen minutes to fill out this short form. Meanwhile, Jody, I want you to come with me for a private chat.”
I went along with Dr. Hirsi, but Cynthia didn’t like it one bit. She eyed us until we left the secret chamber.
Dr. Hirsi and I walked down a long corridor until we reached his secret office.
After entering Dr. Hirsi’s office, we sat down. Dr. Hirsi began to cry. I had to know why, so I asked him.
“Dr. Hirsi, why are you crying?”
“Jody, please leap into my arms and give me a big hug and a kiss. Also, I want you to rub your face against my cheek. I want you to mark me as all yours!
“Jody, I’m in so much pain! My wife left me because of my work. Now, I she’s with another man. I know she’s trying to rub it in. She’s a little wench! I hate her!
Jody, please tell me the three golden words.”
“Dr. Hirsi, I will on the condition that you come clean with me. It just doesn’t seem right that your wife would leave you without any reason or provocation.
What are you hiding from me?”
At that point, Dr. Hirsi broke down. His eyes became bloodshot and his shirt was drenched with tears. He looked like a man who’d just lost his life’s savings.
“Dr. Hirsi, I want to know what you did to your wife.”
“Okay, Jody, I’ll come clean! I was married for three months before our problems began.
I’d come home all exhausted and tensed up then I’d hear her bitching and more bitching. One day I got fed up with it. I told her to shut up or else I’d leave her. That’s when she threatened to go to the Montreal Gazette and tell them about my underground activities.
Jody, she and I got into a horrendous argument. That’s when it got physical. She came at me with a large kitchen knife. What was I supposed to do?
I picked up a chair then smashed her skull with it. Unfortunately, I didn’t stop after one smashing. I kept on going and going until her brains were splattered on the kitchen floor.
My wife was a citizen of a foreign country. For my own safety, I won’t tell you where she was from. In fact, we got married overseas. She and I came to Canada on separate flights. You see, she didn’t report her marriage to Immigration Canada. I figured if she came here as a visitor, I could later help her get her immigration status.
In effect, nobody at work ever knew that I was married. Now, as for the cadaver, I put the cadaver into a black garbage bag then dragged it to the garage.
Once there, I struggled to hoist the cadaver up unto the trunk of my van. Afterwards, I closed the hatch then returned to the kitchen.
I sprayed the entire area with ‘special solution’ to remove any trace of blood. I watch CSI, so I know what to do. Also, I painstakingly wiped every square inch of my home and van and anywhere else on the premises to erase her fingerprints.
As for her family, they never knew that she’d gotten married. You see, they wanted her to marry from her own kind. I wasn’t one of them. They would never have agreed to our marriage.
Anyway, I waited till late at night before driving to a special place. As soon as I arrived, I attached several bricks to the cadaver the tossed it into the St. Lawrence River.
Jody, I made sure that the cadaver would never surface, and would be eaten by water creatures. I cut up her body and poked some holed into the garbage bag.
Jody, do you love me?”
“Dr. Hirsi, I love you! Just don’t tell anyone in the whole world what you’ve just told me. Also, don’t do it again! You are a physician! The last thing you want to do is to get into trouble with the law!”
Dr. Hirsi was still crying. So I licked his chin and gave him a kiss on the cheek. That put a smile on his face.
We returned to the secret chamber to find Cynthia speaking to the fleshy android samples. Actually, they weren’t even turned on. Cynthia’s behavior had become a bit bizarre at times.
“Dr. Hirsi, here is your form and here is your ten thousand dollars in cash! Now, give me my husband!”
“Okay, Cynthia, just give me a few minutes to get everything straightened out. I’ll be back with your husband in a few minutes. He won’t be one of these fleshy androids.
Dr. Hirsi left the secret chamber then returned a few minutes later accompanied by a tall, handsome, athletic man. A really good-looking stud!
“Here is your husband! His name is Rock Brennan. He’s a good man.”
After carefully examining Rock, Cynthia smiled at Dr. Hirsi then thanked him.
We left the secret place with smiles on our faces. Actually, I had a forced smile on my face. I sensed that something wrong was going to happen. It was too good to be true. How could Cynthia be content with a husband who gave her everything that she wanted, without ever saying no, or even flinching?
Believe me, I wasn’t envious or jealous. I had the best in mind for Cynthia and Rock. I wasn’t pissed off at Cynthia because she had a man in her life and I didn’t have a tom cat. And, I wasn’t pissed off at Cynthia because she was married and I wasn’t. Finally, I wasn’t pissed off at Cynthia because I’d most certainly be left out of many of her escapades with Rock; really!
After walking for roughly fifteen minutes, we decided to go west on St. Catherine Street. As soon as we got there I noticed the women passer bys eyeing and winking at Rock. He was too handsome for Cynthia’s own good. Believe me, females of the human species cheat on their spouses as often as the males; they just don’t boast about it. Take it from a cat; it’s the honest truth.
Every single one of those wenches would’ve slept with Rock in a blink of an eye. Although Cynthia casually took notice of a minority of the wenches’ eyes, she was primarily fixated on Rock. I could tell, as soon as we got home, it would be lights out for all of us. I’d be sleeping in the living room, while the two love birds would be together naked wrestling.
When we got to Atwater, Cynthia told us that she wanted to go to McDonalds and eat a fish trio (fish sandwich, fries, and drink, special price).
I told her that it was a good idea. Although Rock was a newer model of fleshy android he didn’t eat or drink. Neither did he sweat. Yes, you guessed it, he was infertile. He could only go through the motions and act it out but he could never impregnate Cynthia. Well, she could’ve gone to the animal shelter near Namur Metro Station and get herself a little kitty.
As soon as we entered McDonalds two teeny boppers winked at Rock. He didn’t return the wink because he was programmed to be monogamous.
We stood in line for several minutes then gave our order when our turn came. We specifically asked for takeout. We wanted to eat at home in peace and quiet.
The cashier was a cute teenager with jet black hair, green eyes, and freckles on her face. She looked like she had a crush on Rock.
After we ordered our food, Cynthia made it clear to the cashier that Rock was hers and nobody else’s.
“Honey, Rock is mine! I know you want to make love to him, but you can’t. THIS IS MY HUSBAND! Got it?”
“Honey, maybe I won’t make love to him, but someone else will! From now on you must hold onto him tightly. I’m certain that there are other girls who are more qualified than I am to snatch him away from you.
You’re lucky that I’m on duty. Otherwise, I would’ve snatched him away from you. Got it, honey?”
After we got our order the cashier wiped a dribbling tear from her eye, she filled our takeout bag with packets of ketchup, pepper, and some napkins.
This little teeny bopper had a big crush on Rock. Meanwhile, he was frozen-faced, unable to utter a word. Lucky for Cynthia Rock was only programmed for her.
We left McDonalds Restaurant famished and obsessed with our food.
We walked on St. Catherine Street until we arrived at Greene Avenue. From there we walked due north to Sherbrooke Street. Afterwards, we continued our trek westwards.
Twenty minutes later, we were back home ready to eat. Cynthia and I got into a minor skirmish. You know how it is when you’re tired, low on sugar, and tensed up.
“Jody, stop being a lioness! You took five packets of ketchup and five of pepper while I only have two packets of ketchup and one of pepper. I want what is mine!”
“Cynthia, stop being a little wench!”
Yikes, I accidentally called Cynthia the ‘W’ word. It came out of my mouth by force and without my consent. I was very hungry and pissed off at Cynthia’s pestering me; any time except when I’m about to eat!
“Jody, you called me a wench! You hurt me just like Jeff and his buddies. Remember, when I was gang-raped. I’m certain that they called me a wench while they were violating my dignity and body.
Jody, you broke my heart! I need an apology, the three golden words, and your promise never to do it again!”
“Cynthia, I apologize for calling you a wench. As for not doing it again, I will not promise you anything. I will try my hardest not to do it again. However, you must look at your own sins before you judge mine.
Cynthia, you’ve called me a nasty name or two in the past. I never asked you to apologize to me or to promise me anything.
Cynthia, I’m very hungry! I’m stressed out! I’m tired! And I need a caffeine fix really badly! This is not the time to piss me off! I might bite your hand, or worse!” DON’T STOP!

For the following three months it was the same old story; Cynthia and Rock were madly in love; going out to the movies, to eat, skating, and taking long walks. Not to mention, late night television viewing. They’d rent out love stories; yucky stuff for me! Well, not really.

The problem that I anticipated happened on a cold Saturday evening.
Cynthia and Rock began to make love at 1:00 P.M. and were still going at it at 10:00 P.M., in spite of my repeated warnings to both of them that something terrible was going to happen.
In all, I warned them seven times. Each time I warned them Cynthia went ballistic on me.
“Jody, leave me alone! What I do with my husband is my own business and nobody else’s! Stop being a wicked witch!”
After the seventh time I called it quits. It was now only a matter of when the problem was going to occur.
At 10:25 P.M. I Cynthia began to shout at Rock. At first, I thought that he was assaulting her. I bared my teeth, extended my claws, and prepared myself for battle.
However, a few seconds of pondering answered my question. Rock wasn’t trying to harm Cynthia. In fact, he was off, for good!
“Rock, don’t stop! Keep on going! Honey, don’t lay still! I need you! I want you! I love you! Damn it, I paid ten thousand dollars for you!”
After the shouting episode came the crying episode. Cynthia began to cry like a little girl. It was like someone stole her doll.
I knocked on the door then entered. I saw Cynthia hunched over on the carpet while Rock was frozen stiff like a cadaver. In fact, he was a cadaver.
All of the action had caused a serious internal circuit problem that couldn’t be repaired by an amateur, let alone a young wife and her cat friend.
“Cynthia, did he stop suddenly, or did he slow down to a full stop?”
“Jody, I don’t know what happened! We were making love like a normal married couple then all of a sudden he stiffened. Now I don’t have a husband!
We need to go to the secret place as soon as possible!”
“Cynthia, we’ll have to wait until at least Monday morning”
“Jody, I can’t wait until Monday morning! This is my husband, not some stupid boyfriend! I want you to escort me to the secret place. When we get there we’ll tell Dr, Hirsi what happened. But first, I need proof.”
Cynthia and I removed a burned fuse from Rock’s head. I didn’t say anything about endeavors with her husband. ballistic. Our relationship would’ve been strained beyond repair.
Still, I’ve always found it impossible to believe that humans could ever have ‘our level’ of endurance. Cynthia was sick. I’d known her for far too long not to have known that.
The hours of lovemaking was a symptom of some other underlying problem. Well, as long as Rock was around, I could never find out what that problem was.
Anyway, Cynthia kept insisting that we go to the secret place there and then. After roughly twenty requests, Cynthia’s Cynthia
lioness-style would’ve gone I finally caved in. Also, it appeared as though Cynthia was about to have a nervous breakdown.
“Cynthia, I capitulate! Let’s go to the secret place and get your duplicate, or immediate and unconditional repair!”
“Jody, you are a wonderful cat! I don’t know what I’d ever do without you.”
Cynthia and I washed up then exited our apartment. We ran to the elevators then Cynthia pressed the down button.
After waiting for a minute, the elevator doors opened. We entered the elevator with full earnest.
Cynthia pressed the Lobby button, causing the elevator doors to immediately close and the elevator to descend to the ground level.
As soon as we the elevator doors opened, Cynthia and I bolted out of the elevator and then the apartment building. The security guard gave us a long stare. He knew that something was wrong.
Cynthia and I briskly walked to the secret place. We were in no mood to use public transportation or a cab. We just wanted to get there in one piece and before the place closed for the night; whenever that may be.
Cynthia and I continued our trek until we near the secret place.
The secret place had burned to a crisp! There were fire trucks, patrol cars, and many onlookers from the neighborhood and abroad.
As expected the area was engulfed in smoke. It was apparent that there would be no more fleshy androids to marry.
Hereafter, Cynthia and I would have to search for a real-life husband. I noticed that her face had become pale. She needed much more of what Rock had given her. Even to repair Rock was now impossible; at least for the time being.
I was ready to search and search for Mr. Right in order to alleviate Cynthia’s frustrations and suffering.
Near us was the fire marshal, at tall, handsome, wellbuilt man in his early forties. To me, he looked like he was taken. I couldn’t imagine this man being single.
“Jody, I want the fire marshal to be my husband! I want him to make love to me right now! I love him! I know that he loves me too!
Jody, I’m going to propose to him right now!”
“Cynthia, you can’t do that! He’s on duty! He’s definitely married! He’ll think that you’re crazy! Please don’t ignore my warning!”
“Jody, stop being a witch! You don’t love me!”
“Cynthia, I love you! Please don’t do this. You’re suffering from the rebound effect.”
Thankfully, I finally convinced Cynthia to back down from what could’ve been a tragedy for her.
It was then that I notice the fire marshal was wearing a marriage ring. Yes, the stud of the fire department was married. I was right once again.
“Mr. Fireman, can you tell us what happened here?”
“Girls, we suspect arson in this matter. Also, there appears to have been some serious illegal activity in the building. As you can see, we’ve closed off the area to everyone except authorized personnel.
Also, we suspect that there are secret passageways deep underneath this burned-up building.
The police have informed us that a dark complexioned man was seen running from the building a few seconds before the fire was first noticed.
An elderly woman who was walking her cat saw this evasive man. Unfortunately, her testimony will not hold up in a court of law. She’s not all there, if you get what I mean.
In this regard, the police can’t be certain what race the suspect belonged to. A dark man on a dark night, witnessed by an eighty year-old woman won’t carry any weight.
The elderly woman also stated that the man was roughly five feet five inches and was slim. We have many men in this city that fit that description.
Girls, if you have any information pertaining to this case please call your local police department or fire department and tell them what you know; but don’t call 911. Tell the switchboard operator, in brief terms, what pertinent information you have to give. Afterwards he/she will redirect your call to the right person.
Now I must return to the business at hand. Have a nice evening and be careful.
Cynthia and I walked away from the scene. Cynthia appeared gaunt and in dire straits.
Our walk back home was bleak at best. Cynthia and I were quiet for the most part. What could we say? The fleshy android scenario was gone.
As soon as we entered our apartment Cynthia collapsed onto our bed. Shockingly she was out for ten hours. I slept four hours after she collapsed. Thankfully, we both awakened together.
At 10:00 A.M. Cynthia and I awakened to a cloudy day. Cynthia appeared very tired and in a weakened state. I figured it was depression and anxiety.
It didn’t dawn on me that Cynthia should seek medical treatment until her condition hadn’t subsided for a whole month. In fact, on the night that we went to the Royal Victoria Emergency Room Cynthia’s case had deteriorated.
I instinctively knew that something was terribly wrong. Cynthia had a serious medical problem.
Normally, I would’ve picked it up with my incredible feline senses. However, I was so worried about Cynthia that it clogged up my thinking.
Judging from what I could tell, her problem was serious and internal. A part of her body was damaged beyond control. If it wasn’t fixed soon, I worried that she’d end up in serious medical trauma.
“Jody, I’m not that sick, really! Maybe, it’s a bug or something similar.”
“Cynthia, you look very sick! Please, let me call an ambulance, immediately!”
I finally managed to convince Cynthia to go to the emergency room.
“Hello, operator, this is Jody Wilson! We need an ambulance, immediately!”
“Is it for you or for someone else?”
“No, it’s for my friend Cynthia Corbett! Please, she’s really sick!”
“Honey, are you sure she’s really sick?”
“Send an ambulance, or else I’ll chase you down like a gazelle and eat you for dinner!”
I finally convinced the operator that the situation was of urgent and Cynthia needed an ambulance, immediately.
A short while later I saw the ambulance technicians (Quebec paramedics) on the television monitor. So, I buzzed them in.
Before I knew it the ambulance technicians were pounding on the door.
I leaped up onto the doorknob then turned it, allowing the ‘saviors’ to come in.
As soon as the ambulance technicians entered our apartment they headed straight for Cynthia. She was now out cold. In fact, I wasn’t sure if she was still alive. I had to wait until one or both of the ambulance technicians confirmed that she was still alive.
“Your friend is very sick! She’s almost comatose. What hospital do you want her to go to?”
“Please send her to the Montreal General Hospital. I’ll follow you later. I’m feeling a bit dizzy at the moment; nothing serious. As you can see my best friend in the whole world may die soon.”
The ambulance technicians took Cynthia to the Montreal General Hospital Emergency Room. From there, she was taken to the physician on duty and several nurses.
I rested on the couch then closed my eyes. My intent was to take a short rest before going to the hospital. Unfortunately, in all the rush and anxiety I ended up sleeping for an unbelievable fourteen hours. I guess I was really bummed out.
Upon awakening I ate a quick breakfast then went straight to the hospital. I didn’t want anyone to talk to me, or to delay me in any way, shape, or form.
As I was walking to the hospital I began to have flashbacks of my early friendship days with Cynthia. Also, I remembered what my mother (Mandy Wilson) had told me about Cynthia. Everything that my mother said about Cynthia was good.
As soon as I crossed Atwater Street I crossed Sherbrooke Street then hid behind an apartment building. Shortly afterwards, I puked my brains out.
The incredible pain, agony, and apprehension that I felt had been too much to handle.
“Hey, don’t puke in my freaking building! I own this freaking place! Get off of my property right now, or I’ll call the cops!”
I couldn’t quite see anyone. Who the heck was really shouting at me? A human being would’ve been easy to spot. But no, this guy was almost invisible.
After careful observation of the area, I spotted a raccoon hiding behind a bushy area. He thought that I was trying to conquer his turf. Now way, I was only there to puke my brains out.
“Hey, guy, I’m not trying to move in on your turf! I only came here to puke my brains out! My friend is very sick! I’m going to visit her at the hospital!”
“Wait a minute! Are you Jody Wilson? And is your sick friend Cynthia Corbett?”
“Yes, that’s absolutely right!”
“I apologize for my utterly rude behavior. I didn’t know that you were Jody Wilson.”
For a second I actually thought that I was a VIP. Well, not quite so.
“You two girls are the talk of the town. You girls aren’t married and you seem to be engulfed into each other like you have no other friends.
Cynthia’s sickness was expected. Until she finds Mr. Right, her health will continue to deteriorate. There’s no mercy out there!
Did you try to find her a fleshy android? There’s a rumor out there that these beings have extraordinary endurance, if you get what I mean.
Jody, please go to the hospital then afterwards try to find Cynthia a good husband. Please don’t wait until she’s mentally unstable.”
I thanked the raccoon for the good chat then left the area as fast as I could.
I’M NOT SICK!

I ended up ‘galloping’ to the Montreal General Hospital. Although I still felt a little nauseous I had to get to Cynthia, fast!

A short while later I arrived at the hospital. After scanning the area for possible enemies or problems I determined that the coast was clear.

I entered the emergency room then headed straight to the nurse’s counter.
“Hello little kitty, what can I do for you?”
“Gosh I don’t know where to start. Well, let me start by giving you my friend’s name.
Cynthia Corbett was brought in last night. Please tell me that she’s still alive.
“I remember seeing Cynthia Corbett when my shift began. She was sent to the special floor.
Please be easy on her. I only know one thing; there’s a rumor that your friend has at least one serious mental disorder. What kind of disorder/s I certainly don’t know. I’m sorry honey.
I advise you to go up there immediately!”
“Thanks for the help. I understand that sometimes you must be blunt. It’s part of your high-stress job.”
I went up to the special floor then headed straight for the nurse’s counter.
The nurse on duty was friendly and helpful. After telling me what Cynthia’s room number was I ran there like there was no tomorrow.
Upon entering the hospital room I noticed that Cynthia appeared fearful of something. No doubt, her doctor had given her some bad news, or something close to it.
“Jody, do you love me?”
“Cynthia, I love you! You don’t have to worry! I’ll be here for you through thick and thin. I don’t care how difficult things get. I will always be your best friend in the whole world!”
“Jody, leap onto my chest so I can give you a hug and a kiss.”
I leaped onto Cynthia chest then we hugged and kissed. It was emotional but worth it.
Somehow, my feline senses alerted me to a physical abnormality in Cynthia’s body. I couldn’t quite pinpoint it.
Many species of animals have this incredible sensing ability. My ancestors had to know which animal should be tossed away or killed. Furthermore, during hunting the sick and weak prey is almost always the easiest catch.
“Jody, the medical personnel say that I’m under extreme stress and that I need to see a shrink! Jody, I’m not sick!
The hospital workers have a vendetta against me! Jody, I want out! They told me that a social worker wanted to see us today. Do you want to see her?”
“Cynthia, it’s up to you. If you want to see her, so do I. If you don’t then I don’t.
Cynthia you know that I love you so much! Please don’t take this the wrong way, but although you are the one who’s making the call I think that you should listen to what the social worker has to say. You don’t have to see a psychiatrist or a psychologist afterwards.
You’re not sick just because you speak to a social worker. This is the honest truth!”
Cynthia and I chatted for roughly an hour before a hospital worker came in with a lunch tray. Thankfully, the hospital worker was a cat lover. She gave me a food tray.
At least on that count Cynthia and I enjoyed our lunch together. Remarkably, the food was good. The problems began after our meal.
At 1:45 P.M., a young, attractive, and well-dressed woman entered the hospital room.
This woman was approximately five feet and ten inches tall, slim, blue eyed, nice freckles, and straight black hair.
She was wearing a long, beautiful white dress, nice shirt, and expensive sneakers. She was almost beautiful enough to be a cat.
“Hi girls, how’s everything going? My name is Heather White and I’m the social worker assigned to your case. Please call me Heather.
Miss Corbett, may I speak freely in front of your friend?”
“My friend Jody Wilson and I keep no secrets from each other. Please continue. And you can call me Cynthia.
“Okay, Cynthia. Your doctor has informed me that you have a problem in your throat and stomach. It seems that you’ve been inducing vomiting spells.
Cynthia, I’m here to help you, not to judge you in any way, shape, or form. I want you to make a full recovery so you can get on with your life.”
“I don’t need a recovery! I’m not sick!
Heather, you don’t know what I feel like. Here you are all pretty and dressed up; you probably have a dozen boyfriends and a lonely husband. You probably have a nice house, three cars, and live in one of our beautiful suburbs. Maybe, you live in a mansion.
I haven’t been sticking my finger into my throat. You can ask Jody. She’ll tell you the truth. Won’t you, Jody.
At that point, I turned away then walked out of the hospital room.
“Jody, you come back her this moment! Right now! Tell Heather that I’m not sick!
Jody, you told me that you love me! Please come back here. I can’t live without you!”
I re-entered the hospital room then leaped onto Cynthia chest. Afterwards, I gently pawed her face several times, kissed her on the cheek then rubbed the side of my face against hers.
“Cynthia, don’t make me answer that question. Because I love you I care so dearly about you. Please listen to Heather. Just listen to Heather. I’m not asking you for much.”
Cynthia broke down in tears. I hugged her face tightly then turned to look at Heather. She signaled me to leap off of Cynthia. I did just that.
Heather cupped Cynthia’s face with the palms of her hands then she gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Now, both of them were crying.
I thought that social workers were supposed to be tougher than that. Like, they’re so used to seeing pain in others. It’s