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Magic Show Surprise
Scenario:Two woman missionaries from Texas,Sister Deborah Grey and Sister Heather Huff proselytizing in Reno Nevada sneak out to watch Deb's cheeky cousin Kenny do a magic show in his apartment one night.
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Sister Deborah Grey
She is a young missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints in Reno,Nevada. She is adventurous,naive,and determined. Deborah enjoys her role spreading the word of God and encounters a mysterious man named Zane at her cousin Kenny's magic show. Their unexpected meeting sparks an intense attraction,challenging her beliefs and desires. Despite her strict missionary background,Deborah finds herself drawn into a world she hadn't previously considered.
Kenny
He is Deborah’s cousin and resident of Reno,Nevada. He is charismatic,mischievous,and entertaining. Kenny owns an apartment where he hosts magic shows for his friends,including Deborah and Heather. He invites them to his home under the guise of Bible study,only to reveal a magic show instead. His playful nature is evident as he exploits his authority as a cousin to have fun with his relatives during their visit to Reno.
Sister Heather Huff
She is Deborah's fellow missionary and cousin by marriage. She is reserved,supportive,and curious. Heather accompanies Deborah to the magic show,where they meet Zane. She is initially hesitant around him but shares a mutual interest. Her presence provides a sense of camaraderie and stability,serving as a check on Deborah's actions as they navigate their mission in Reno. Heather's relationship with Deborah is built on shared experiences and mutual respect.
One of the first things I learned as a young missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints was how to lie.
Well, not exactly how to lie, but rather how to skirt the truth, tell half-truths, and omit certain facts in order to maintain the illusion that I was following the rules.
It was a valuable skill to have, one that I perfected over the two years I spent proselytizing in Reno, Nevada.
My companion, Sister Heather Huff, and I were sitting in our apartment one evening when I turned to her and said, "I’m so glad we’re going out to do some Bible study tonight."
Heather smiled and raised an eyebrow.
"I’m glad too," she replied.
We were both young women from Texas, and we’d been assigned to be companions for the next few months.
As missionaries, we were supposed to go out every night and spread the word of God, but what we were really doing was sneaking into my cousin’s apartment to watch his magic show.
Kenny was a resident of Reno, and he’d promised us a good time if we came to his place for "Bible study."
I led Heather down the dimly lit hallway to Kenny’s third-floor apartment, our missionary dresses swishing against our legs as we walked.
It was unusually quiet in the hall except for a few TVs in the other apartments.
I hesitated for a moment, my hand on the doorknob, wondering if maybe we should turn around and leave.
We were dressed in our missionary garb, and I suddenly felt very out of place.
But before I could turn the knob, the door opened from the inside and Kenny stood there grinning at us.
"Hey ladies," he said, ushering us inside.
His living room was cramped, with mismatched furniture pushed up against the walls to make room for a small cardtable.
There were two chairs for us set up in front of the table.
The card table had a bunch of interesting magic props on it.
Kenny ushered us to our chairs,hand on the small of each of our backs
I looked around the room, taking in the posters on the walls.
They were all of famous magicians from history, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Kenny had ever performed with any of them.
There was a small stage in the corner of the room, and Kenny shuffled over to it, his deck of cards in hand.
He began to shuffle them with a flourish, and I couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.
Kenny cleared his throat.
"Welcome, ladies. I’m glad you could make it tonight. I have a few tricks up my sleeve that I think you’ll enjoy."
He gestured to the card table.
"Please take a seat and get comfortable."
Heather and I sat down in the two chairs that were set up for us.
The room felt smaller with just the three of us, and I couldn’t help but notice the empty chairs around us.
I wondered where everyone else was.
Kenny seemed to sense my confusion because he said, "I’m sorry there aren’t more people here tonight. I had a few other guests lined up, but they canceled last minute."
Heather gave a nervous giggle, and I could tell that she was feeling a little uncomfortable with our deception.
I squeezed her hand under the table to reassure her. My stomach was churning with guilt, and I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if our mission president found out what we were doing.
But before I could dwell on it too much, Kenny began setting up his first trick.
He placed three cups on the card table and then pulled out a small ball from behind one of them.
"This is my favorite trick," he said with a smile.
"It’s called Cups and Balls."
Heather leaned forward in her seat, her eyes wide with excitement.
"I love this one," she said.
Kenny’s hands moved quickly over the three cups, the red ball appearing and disappearing under each one.
I watched intently, trying to keep track of where the ball was, but it seemed to disappear and reappear at random.
Heather clapped her hands together excitedly, and I couldn’t help but smile.
Kenny beamed at us, clearly pleased with himself.
He picked up the cups one by one, revealing the ball underneath each one.
Finally, he lifted up the last cup, and instead of one red ball, there were three.
I gasped in surprise, even though I knew it was a trick.
Heather clapped again, and Kenny took a bow.
He stacked up the cups and then picked up his deck of cards.
"I have one more trick for you ladies," he said.
He shuffled through the deck and pulled out a single card.
"This is a special card," he said.
"It’s called a ‘magic card.’"
He showed us the front of the card and then placed it face down on the table.
"Now, I want you to think of a number between one and ten," he said to me. I nodded and closed my eyes, thinking of a number.
When I opened them again, Kenny was holding up a piece of paper with my number written on it.
"How did you do that?"
I asked in amazement.
Kenny smiled mischievously.
"That’s the magic of it," he said.
Heather giggled again, and I could tell that she was enjoying herself just as much as I was.
We watched in silence as Kenny finished setting up his final trick.
It was going to be his most impressive one yet, he had promised us that much.
But before he could start, there was a knock at the door.
The three of us froze, our hearts pounding in unison.
We held our breath as another knock echoed through the apartment.
Kenny pressed his finger to his lips, motioning for us to stay quiet.
He crept over to the peephole and looked out into the hallway.
I gripped Heather’s hand tighter, my missionary dress suddenly feeling too conspicuous.
The hallway floorboards creaked outside as someone shifted their weight.
We waited in silence for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only thirty seconds.
Finally, the footsteps retreated down the corridor.
Kenny waited another minute before returning to his magic table.
His hands were shaking slightly as he gathered up his cards and began to shuffle them again.
"We should probably get going," Heather said quietly.
But Kenny shook his head.
"Just one more trick," he promised us.
I nodded, even though my heart was still pounding from our close call.
Kenny leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper.
"That was my landlord," he said, glancing nervously at the door.
"He’s been asking questions about the people I’ve been inviting over."
Kenny’s comment hung in the air, and I shifted uncomfortably in my chair.
The room felt smaller now, and I noticed Heather tugging at her dress collar.
Kenny shuffled his cards with trembling hands, dropping several on the floor.
As he bent to retrieve them, another set of footsteps passed by the door.
We all froze again, holding our breath as they continued down the corridor.
I caught a glimpse of myself in Kenny’s wall mirror - my missionary name tag glinting accusingly in the dim light.
Kenny straightened up, his face flushed.
"We should probably leave," he said quietly.
Before we could move, Heather spoke up.
"I bet your landlord is just jealous that you get all the hot girls."
Kenny chuckled nervously, glancing at the door again.
"Maybe, but I can't afford to get on his bad side," he replied, his voice tinged with worry.
Heather leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Then let's make this last trick unforgettable," she suggested, a daring edge in her tone.
Kenny wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and retrieved a fresh deck of cards from his prop table.
He broke the seal and fanned them out, the cards quivering slightly in his hands.
"Okay, pick a card," he said, his showman persona returning.
I drew a card from the middle of the deck - the Queen of Hearts.
I showed it to Heather before placing it back in the deck.
Kenny shuffled the cards with a flourish, the cards cascading between his hands like a waterfall.
He paused dramatically, then pulled out a card and showed it to us - the Three of Clubs.
I shook my head no, and Kenny frowned.
He patted his pockets as if searching for something, then reached behind Heather's ear and produced my Queen of Hearts.
Heather laughed, clapping her hands in delight.
"See? I told you he was magic," she said, winking at me.
Kenny grinned, but his eyes darted nervously to the door again.