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Jim & Jasmin
By fastbreak333
Characters by Zing-Devine

In front of the small suburban home was a girl. She seems like a nice girl, yet a bit nervous for some reason. The sunny day helps show off the beauty of her long blonde hair. She dons a pink cutoff shirt, blue denim jeans, and white slip-on sneakers with a couple of pink flowers on the sides of the shoe. In her right hand is a flyer, rolled up like a newspaper. She unrolls it and reads the flyer again to verify something:

Amateur Magician Seeks Assistant!

If you are a woman between the ages of 15-18 and need
cash now, then contact Jim. We'll arrange an appoint-
ment at my house so you can describe yourself and try
out! There will be 50/50 pay and practice sessions!

Contact Jim at 505-9753 or e-mail me at
magicjim@gmail.com.

The girl has already contacted Jim yesterday. He sounded like he was ecstatic to have somebody calling him. The blonde is nervous, the sun making her sweat a little. Thoughts about her not getting the job linger in her mind. She takes a deep breath and knocks on the door. After five seconds, the door opens up.

A man about her age stands at the door. He had brown hair that seems a bit messy, yet it sticks up in the sky. He wears a white shirt that's tucked out and buttoned, black jeans, and black shoes that don't appear to be too shiny. He has a charming half-smile on his face now as he moves out of the way.

"Come in!" He says, "You must be Jasmin!"
"Yeah, uh, thanks," she replied, "And you must be Jim."

The blonde who is indeed Jasmin walks in slowly and looks around. It looks like a standard middle-class home, although it seems it hasn't been renovated since the 70's with ugly dirt-colored walls and a shaggy carpet. The furniture is moved to the edges of the wall, leaving a lot of space around. The couch is facing toward the room, leaving Jim to sit on it while Jasmin follows a bit apprehensively.

Jim clears his throat a little, "So...uh...you're interested in getting this job, right?"
"As long as I can get paid," replies Jasmin.
"Well, to tell you the truth, you probably won't see a lot of pay at first...but if you stick around long enough, then we'll get hired and, like I wrote, you get half of the cut!"

Jasmin thinks about this. She would like to have the money now, but considering that Jim is a novice and sixteen, it will be a while before money comes along. She looks at Jim, sensing that he's a bit nervous too. She flicks her hair, thinking it must be because of her looks.

Maybe I made myself too presentable, she thought.
However, seeing Jim makes her feel more comfortable so she says, "I still want the job."
"You do!?" He exclaims, scooting near her.
"Um...yes, now move away," she replies, pushing Jim to the edge of the couch.
"Well, you got the job!"
"What? Aren't you going to ask me about my credentials or something? I mean, not that I'm happy that I got the job..."
"Well...let's just say I think you're perfect in a lot of...ways..." Jim coughs a bit.
"That better not be a flirt, magic boy," she crosses her arms.
"Well, there is still one more thing we gotta do before you get the job."
"What?"
"A practice session. Are you up for it?"
"Do I have to wear anything flimsy?"
"What you have on is just fine."
"Then okay," Jasmin lets her arms go back to her sides.

Jim holds his index finger up to say "one moment" and goes to the kitchen. Jasmin stands there waiting until she hears a rolling sound and some collisions. Jim swears in the adjacent room after trying to roll the table through the doorway as it couldn't fit; it only stopped abruptly and jabbed Jim in the stomach. He sighs and manages to fit a table through the doorway by pushing it horizontally. He pants as he manages to get it in the middle of the room and flips the table back on its six wheeled legs. He then walks to and fro, placing two red boxes on top of the table, two red stocks, two metal dividers, and a standard saw with teeth-like edges. All of this is unfamiliar to Jasmin.

Jasmin leers at the table with boxes and says, "Do I just lie inside the box?"
Jim answers, "Well don't get in! Put some flair to do it! Like all those magicians do."
"Uh, flair?"
"Yeah, like this!"

Suddenly, Jim walks up and grabs Jasmin's right hand with her left, doing a little tango by walking forward with arms outstretched. Jim then spins her counterclockwise and dips. He lifts her back up.

"This...feels uncomfortable," she says after shaking her head from a little dizziness.
"It's all part of the act, babe!" He replies.
"...um, babe?"
"Uh...Jasmin! I meant Jasmin. Sorry." He scratches the back of his head, "Just take off your shoes first and get inside."

Jasmin shrugs and slips off her sneakers, revealing her feet. Jasmin opens the box, looking inside, and then climbs in, lying down. Her feet and head stick out of the box. Jim returns, closing the box and locking it.

"I trust you," she says, "But you better not do any funny business, got it?"
"Heh...yeah sure," he replies. He picks up the red stocks and places the one with only one opening just above Jasmin's neck. He slides it down. Jasmin doesn't feel too constricted in it, but she realizes that she's stuck for good until Jim lets her out. Jim goes to Jasmin's feet, eyeing them moving idly a bit. He takes the stock for the ankles and slides them in, trapping her feet. Everything seems to be going fine until Jasmin eyes Jim with the saw.

"Wait a minute," she interrupts, "What are you going to do with that?"
"I'm going to saw you in half!" He replies boastfully.
"What!?" Jasmin suddenly stared at the saw with horror, "No way! Let me out now!"
"Jasmin, I'm a magician. I can do this!"
"You're crazy! You better not get that thing near me!"

Jim looks at the saw and then her. For some reason, seeing Jasmin trapped under his will is keeping him from letting her out. He has this chance to finally prove his magic skills on somebody else. Honestly, this will be the first time he's going to attempt to saw a woman in half, but he practiced numerous times with a mannequin. Suddenly, Jim starts sawing in the middle of the box.

"What the hell!?" She screams, "No! No!! Get me out of here!"
Jasmin struggles within the box, trying to escape. It sadly did nothing; the box is locked tight and the stocks can't be pushed up no matter how hard she tries. She hears the saw scraping closer to her stomach until she feels it pass through her waist. She lets out a scream, thinking that this will be her demise: a bumbling magician with pie-in-the-sky ideas of actually sawing women.

Jasmin then noticed something strange though. When the saw cut through her, there was a pinch of pain, but after that, nothing. Some of her terror converted to confusion now. Suddenly the saw was pulled away. Jasmin wanted to say something, but has no words for what just happened.

Jim returns with two steel dividers and tries his best to insert the first one with his shaky hand. It slides in with a thud. Jasmin yelps, feeling that cold blade against her cut. She starts to reach out to touch it, but a second blade slides in. She retracts her arm and then reaches out again, feeling the blade and then her flesh. It seems that the divider is, well, dividing her. She refuses to believe that happened. She wiggles her feet a little to check if she can feel her legs. She sighs, confirming that she still can feel her legs. Suddenly, there is the sound of something unlatching and Jim's words.

"Well, here goes nothing..."
She suddenly feels herself getting pushed away and her legs are pushed in another direction. Outside her perspective, it reveals that Jim effectively divided Jasmin in half with her upper half in the box to the left of Jim and her lower half at the right of him. Jim turns the boxes a little so that her head and feet are parallel to each other. Jasmin looks to the left and gasps. If her hands could get free right now, she would be covering her mouth in awe.

Finally, she speaks, "Those...can't be my feet. They just can't be!"
Hearing those words seems like a signal to Jim. He kneels down to the level of the feet and glances at her.
"I'll prove it."

Suddenly, Jim reaches for her right foot and tickles it, his fingers brushing her sole. Jasmin suddenly bursts with laughter as the boxes start to shake uncontrollably. Her right foot wiggles her toes in every direction as her left foot was wiggling a little less. Jim takes that as a sign and uses his other hand to tickle it as well. Jasmin chortles even harder, the boxes making more of a ruckus.

She pleads, "Pleeeeaaaahahahahahahaha!!! Nooooooohohohohoheeehehehehe!!!"
"You want me to stop?" Replies Jim in a sly manner.
"Yes!! Yes!! Ahahahahahahahaha!! Pleaseeeeheeheeheehee!!!"
"Alright, but only if you be my assistant!"
"Dammmmmmwahahahahahaha!! Okay!! Hahaha!!! Okay!!!"

Jim stops tickling and stands up. He realizes that Jasmin will give him hell for doing that once she's free, but in his opinion, it's worth it. Jasmin hyperventilates as her feet finally stop wiggling, her toes just curling a little bit. She lets out one big breath and shakes her head a little, trying to recover.

"You...you...you jerk!" She shouts, "Why did you do that?"
Jim chuckles a bit, putting his hands in his pockets, and blushing, "I, uh, I couldn't resist. I'm sorry."
Jasmin raises an eyebrow at Jim and then sighs, "Whatever...just put me back together."

Jim nods, placing the table back together. He reaches for the dividers and pulls. Then, something is wrong. They wouldn't budge at all. He pulls as hard as a warrior tries to pull a sword out of a stone, the dividers weren't moving. He pushes back the halves and looks at them, wondering what's wrong.

"What's going on?" She inquires, feeling the divider still there.
"Uh...the blades are stuck," Jim winces.
"What!?!?"
"It's okay, really!"
"It's okay!? It's not okay!! I'm in halves, Jim! You better fix this or I'm going to clobber you until every bone in your body is broken!"
Jim gulps, realizing the situation he's in, "Okay, I'll just...um...get the instructions."

Jim quickly rushes out of the room, relieved that he's no longer near Jasmin's red-hot face. Jasmin calms herself down in the meantime, looking at her feet again. She makes them wiggle in a lot of directions, trying to entertain herself until he returns. She wishes that Jim turned the TV on before he left.

Description
Jim & Jasmin
By fastbreak333
Characters by Zing-Devine

In front of the small suburban home was a girl. She seems like a nice girl, yet a bit nervous for some reason. The sunny day helps show off the beauty of her long blonde hair. She dons a pink cutoff shirt, blue denim jeans, and white slip-on sneakers with a couple of pink flowers on the sides of the shoe. In her right hand is a flyer, rolled up like a newspaper. She unrolls it and reads the flyer again to verify something:

Amateur Magician Seeks Assistant!

If you are a woman between the ages of 15-18 and need
cash now, then contact Jim. We'll arrange an appoint-
ment at my house so you can describe yourself and try
out! There will be 50/50 pay and practice sessions!

Contact Jim at 505-9753 or e-mail me at
magicjim@gmail.com.

The girl has already contacted Jim yesterday. He sounded like he was ecstatic to have somebody calling him. The blonde is nervous, the sun making her sweat a little. Thoughts about her not getting the job linger in her mind. She takes a deep breath and knocks on the door. After five seconds, the door opens up.

A man about her age stands at the door. He had brown hair that seems a bit messy, yet it sticks up in the sky. He wears a white shirt that's tucked out and buttoned, black jeans, and black shoes that don't appear to be too shiny. He has a charming half-smile on his face now as he moves out of the way.

"Come in!" He says, "You must be Jasmin!"
"Yeah, uh, thanks," she replied, "And you must be Jim."

The blonde who is indeed Jasmin walks in slowly and looks around. It looks like a standard middle-class home, although it seems it hasn't been renovated since the 70's with ugly dirt-colored walls and a shaggy carpet. The furniture is moved to the edges of the wall, leaving a lot of space around. The couch is facing toward the room, leaving Jim to sit on it while Jasmin follows a bit apprehensively.

Jim clears his throat a little, "So...uh...you're interested in getting this job, right?"
"As long as I can get paid," replies Jasmin.
"Well, to tell you the truth, you probably won't see a lot of pay at first...but if you stick around long enough, then we'll get hired and, like I wrote, you get half of the cut!"

Jasmin thinks about this. She would like to have the money now, but considering that Jim is a novice and sixteen, it will be a while before money comes along. She looks at Jim, sensing that he's a bit nervous too. She flicks her hair, thinking it must be because of her looks.

Maybe I made myself too presentable, she thought.
However, seeing Jim makes her feel more comfortable so she says, "I still want the job."
"You do!?" He exclaims, scooting near her.
"Um...yes, now move away," she replies, pushing Jim to the edge of the couch.
"Well, you got the job!"
"What? Aren't you going to ask me about my credentials or something? I mean, not that I'm happy that I got the job..."
"Well...let's just say I think you're perfect in a lot of...ways..." Jim coughs a bit.
"That better not be a flirt, magic boy," she crosses her arms.
"Well, there is still one more thing we gotta do before you get the job."
"What?"
"A practice session. Are you up for it?"
"Do I have to wear anything flimsy?"
"What you have on is just fine."
"Then okay," Jasmin lets her arms go back to her sides.

Jim holds his index finger up to say "one moment" and goes to the kitchen. Jasmin stands there waiting until she hears a rolling sound and some collisions. Jim swears in the adjacent room after trying to roll the table through the doorway as it couldn't fit; it only stopped abruptly and jabbed Jim in the stomach. He sighs and manages to fit a table through the doorway by pushing it horizontally. He pants as he manages to get it in the middle of the room and flips the table back on its six wheeled legs. He then walks to and fro, placing two red boxes on top of the table, two red stocks, two metal dividers, and a standard saw with teeth-like edges. All of this is unfamiliar to Jasmin.

Jasmin leers at the table with boxes and says, "Do I just lie inside the box?"
Jim answers, "Well don't get in! Put some flair to do it! Like all those magicians do."
"Uh, flair?"
"Yeah, like this!"

Suddenly, Jim walks up and grabs Jasmin's right hand with her left, doing a little tango by walking forward with arms outstretched. Jim then spins her counterclockwise and dips. He lifts her back up.

"This...feels uncomfortable," she says after shaking her head from a little dizziness.
"It's all part of the act, babe!" He replies.
"...um, babe?"
"Uh...Jasmin! I meant Jasmin. Sorry." He scratches the back of his head, "Just take off your shoes first and get inside."

Jasmin shrugs and slips off her sneakers, revealing her feet. Jasmin opens the box, looking inside, and then climbs in, lying down. Her feet and head stick out of the box. Jim returns, closing the box and locking it.

"I trust you," she says, "But you better not do any funny business, got it?"
"Heh...yeah sure," he replies. He picks up the red stocks and places the one with only one opening just above Jasmin's neck. He slides it down. Jasmin doesn't feel too constricted in it, but she realizes that she's stuck for good until Jim lets her out. Jim goes to Jasmin's feet, eyeing them moving idly a bit. He takes the stock for the ankles and slides them in, trapping her feet. Everything seems to be going fine until Jasmin eyes Jim with the saw.

"Wait a minute," she interrupts, "What are you going to do with that?"
"I'm going to saw you in half!" He replies boastfully.
"What!?" Jasmin suddenly stared at the saw with horror, "No way! Let me out now!"
"Jasmin, I'm a magician. I can do this!"
"You're crazy! You better not get that thing near me!"

Jim looks at the saw and then her. For some reason, seeing Jasmin trapped under his will is keeping him from letting her out. He has this chance to finally prove his magic skills on somebody else. Honestly, this will be the first time he's going to attempt to saw a woman in half, but he practiced numerous times with a mannequin. Suddenly, Jim starts sawing in the middle of the box.

"What the hell!?" She screams, "No! No!! Get me out of here!"
Jasmin struggles within the box, trying to escape. It sadly did nothing; the box is locked tight and the stocks can't be pushed up no matter how hard she tries. She hears the saw scraping closer to her stomach until she feels it pass through her waist. She lets out a scream, thinking that this will be her demise: a bumbling magician with pie-in-the-sky ideas of actually sawing women.

Jasmin then noticed something strange though. When the saw cut through her, there was a pinch of pain, but after that, nothing. Some of her terror converted to confusion now. Suddenly the saw was pulled away. Jasmin wanted to say something, but has no words for what just happened.

Jim returns with two steel dividers and tries his best to insert the first one with his shaky hand. It slides in with a thud. Jasmin yelps, feeling that cold blade against her cut. She starts to reach out to touch it, but a second blade slides in. She retracts her arm and then reaches out again, feeling the blade and then her flesh. It seems that the divider is, well, dividing her. She refuses to believe that happened. She wiggles her feet a little to check if she can feel her legs. She sighs, confirming that she still can feel her legs. Suddenly, there is the sound of something unlatching and Jim's words.

"Well, here goes nothing..."
She suddenly feels herself getting pushed away and her legs are pushed in another direction. Outside her perspective, it reveals that Jim effectively divided Jasmin in half with her upper half in the box to the left of Jim and her lower half at the right of him. Jim turns the boxes a little so that her head and feet are parallel to each other. Jasmin looks to the left and gasps. If her hands could get free right now, she would be covering her mouth in awe.

Finally, she speaks, "Those...can't be my feet. They just can't be!"
Hearing those words seems like a signal to Jim. He kneels down to the level of the feet and glances at her.
"I'll prove it."

Suddenly, Jim reaches for her right foot and tickles it, his fingers brushing her sole. Jasmin suddenly bursts with laughter as the boxes start to shake uncontrollably. Her right foot wiggles her toes in every direction as her left foot was wiggling a little less. Jim takes that as a sign and uses his other hand to tickle it as well. Jasmin chortles even harder, the boxes making more of a ruckus.

She pleads, "Pleeeeaaaahahahahahahaha!!! Nooooooohohohohoheeehehehehe!!!"
"You want me to stop?" Replies Jim in a sly manner.
"Yes!! Yes!! Ahahahahahahahaha!! Pleaseeeeheeheeheehee!!!"
"Alright, but only if you be my assistant!"
"Dammmmmmwahahahahahaha!! Okay!! Hahaha!!! Okay!!!"

Jim stops tickling and stands up. He realizes that Jasmin will give him hell for doing that once she's free, but in his opinion, it's worth it. Jasmin hyperventilates as her feet finally stop wiggling, her toes just curling a little bit. She lets out one big breath and shakes her head a little, trying to recover.

"You...you...you jerk!" She shouts, "Why did you do that?"
Jim chuckles a bit, putting his hands in his pockets, and blushing, "I, uh, I couldn't resist. I'm sorry."
Jasmin raises an eyebrow at Jim and then sighs, "Whatever...just put me back together."

Jim nods, placing the table back together. He reaches for the dividers and pulls. Then, something is wrong. They wouldn't budge at all. He pulls as hard as a warrior tries to pull a sword out of a stone, the dividers weren't moving. He pushes back the halves and looks at them, wondering what's wrong.

"What's going on?" She inquires, feeling the divider still there.
"Uh...the blades are stuck," Jim winces.
"What!?!?"
"It's okay, really!"
"It's okay!? It's not okay!! I'm in halves, Jim! You better fix this or I'm going to clobber you until every bone in your body is broken!"
Jim gulps, realizing the situation he's in, "Okay, I'll just...um...get the instructions."

Jim quickly rushes out of the room, relieved that he's no longer near Jasmin's red-hot face. Jasmin calms herself down in the meantime, looking at her feet again. She makes them wiggle in a lot of directions, trying to entertain herself until he returns. She wishes that Jim turned the TV on before he left.